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moving accounts!

i’ve given it some thought and i decided to cross-post on multiple platforms so i’m moving on to @95rkives ! i’ll also be posting on ao3 & wattpad.

i won’t be deleting anything from this account so you can still enjoy my work <3

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BOY NEXT DOOR, PJM | SERIES MASTERLIST

every breath seemed to hinge on his presence, for he became the lifeline that kept her tethered to life itself.

after her release from the psychiatric ward, celia returned to a home that no longer felt like hers. her parents, worn thin by years of silent battles, quietly handed her off to aunt carrie in a town that felt like the edge of the world.

celia never expected much from the place. but then she met jimin—and the world she thought was ending suddenly began again.

PAIRINGS: jimin x (f.)reader, as celia

GENRE: angst, fluff, eventual smut, smalltown!au, goodboy x badgirl!au, right person not enough time.

CONTENT WARNING: depression, suicidal thoughts, death and grief, mental health struggles, descriptions of self-destructive behavior. each chapter will include its own specific tags and content warnings.

STATUS: ongoing

WC: ???

a/n: will be adding more tags as the story progresses! also comment ‘🪽’ to be added on the taglist. wattpad ver | ao3 ver

PROLOGUE,

the sky refused to cry for.

the air was too still, the sun too gentle, as if the world didn't know how to mourn properly.

people spoke in low voices, their words swallowed by the rustle of black coats and shifting feet.

a few laughed—the brittle, awkward kind that doesn't belong here—and somewhere, a chair creaked.

a streak of orange, weaving between shadows. not the soft gold of light or the burn of autumn, but a color so alive it didn't belong in a place this dull.

the cat slipped past ankles and shoes, its eyes sharp as glass, its tail flicking like it was chasing away the very air around it.

it wanted nothing to do with anyone.

except her.

she crouched, slow, unsure why she even tried. the cat should've bolted. it didn't.

it came closer—the twitch of whiskers, the cautious pause, the inevitable step.

it pressed its small head into her palm, warm and trembling, purring like it had been waiting.

a laugh caught somewhere between sorrow and disbelief escaped her lips—dry and broken, like a last breath and tears accompanied—slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.

TIMESTAMPS

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

ACT IV

ACT V

more to come . . .

masterlist ⋆˚꩜ send me a kofi !

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AFTER HOURS⼂PJM

summary: one unforgettable night, one unforgettable name, and a mind-shattering orgasm.

pairings: jimin x fem!reader

genre/warnings: smut, softdom!jm, strangers hooking up, intoxicated characters, unprotected sex (wrap it up), rough-ish sex, public sex (club bathroom), slight dirty talk

wc: 1k

a/n: here’s some filth for the soul! spideykook is coming right after this one hopefully before the end of the week! (reals this time :p)

The bass thrums through your body, deep and heavy, rattling your bones as you move. Everything is a blur—flashing lights, pulsing heat, bodies pressed together in a sea of sweat and sin. You don’t know how long you’ve been dancing, don’t remember when you locked eyes with him, but now his hands are on your waist, his breath hot against your ear, and none of it matters.

Your body hums with alcohol and want, and so does his. He’s pressed against your back, fingers digging into your hips as the music swallows you both whole. Every time you move, you can feel him—hard, burning against you, the friction sending electric shivers through your spine.

You don’t know his name. You don’t need to.

You arch into him, your body reacting on instinct, and before you can think, he’s grabbing your wrist, pulling you through the throng of people. His grip is firm, urgent. You don’t question it.

The hallway leading to the bathrooms is dimly lit, quieter but still alive with muffled music and the occasional moan from someone getting laid somewhere in a secluded corner. It’s filthy. It’s reckless. It’s perfect.

He stumbles as he shoves the door open, dragging you inside with him. His mouth is on yours before the door even shuts, hot and desperate, all tongue and teeth. You moan into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tastes like whiskey and sin, and you want more.

His hands are everywhere—gripping your ass, sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts. He groans into your mouth when you tug at his belt, your fingers clumsy from the alcohol. “So fucking impatient,” he breathes against your lips, but he’s no better—his hands shake as he tugs at your dress, hiking it up roughly until his fingers find the heat between your legs.

“Fuck, baby, already so wet for me,” he groans, pushing your panties aside.

Your head tilts back against the door with a thud, a breathless moan slipping past your lips as his fingers slide through your slick folds. It’s messy, rushed—he doesn’t waste time teasing. He presses one finger in, then two, curling them just right, and your legs almost give out.

“Need you,” you gasp, your own hands working at his jeans, shoving them just low enough to free him. Your breath catches at the feeling of his cock, hot and heavy against your palm.

He lets out a strangled groan, his forehead pressing against yours as his hips twitch forward. “Turn around,” he orders, voice low, wrecked.

You obey without hesitation, your hands bracing against the door as he spins you in place. His body is flush against your back in seconds, his lips finding the shell of your ear. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a promise and a threat all at once.

One hand slides down your thigh, gripping just behind your knee as he lifts your leg, hitching it up against the door. You feel the head of his cock slide against your entrance, teasing, and you push back against him with a frustrated whine, and it’s all it takes for him to thrust in, hard and deep, your moan echoes off the walls.

“Shit—” you gasp, your temple dropping against the cool surface of the door as he buries himself inside you. He’s thick, stretching you open in the best way, and it’s almost too much. Almost.

He doesn’t wait. His free hand grips your waist, holding you steady as he pulls out just enough before slamming back in. His pace is rough, frantic, like he can’t get deep enough, fast enough. Each thrust pushes you harder against the door, your body rocking with the force of him.

The bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, the wet, filthy noises of him fucking into you, the occasional groan muffled against your neck. You barely notice the knocking on the door, someone impatiently trying to get in. Jimin just laughs, breathless. “They’re gonna have to fucking wait.”

Your nails scrape against the door as his thrusts get sharper, rougher. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, and you cry out, legs trembling.

“Close?” he pants, his lips brushing against your ear.

You can only nod, words lost in the haze of pleasure.

“Good,” he groans. “Milk my cock dry,”

That’s all it takes. The coil in your stomach snaps, pleasure crashing over you in waves as your orgasm tears through you. You convulse around him, searching through your memory for a name to moan.

“Fuck,” you gasp, still shuddering as he keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own release. “What—what’s your name?”

He laughs against your shoulder, breathless, almost delirious. “Took me fucking you against a door for you to care?”

You don’t get the chance to reply because he slams into you one last time, his body tensing as he groans, spilling inside you. He grips you tight enough to bruise as he rides out his high, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.

For a moment, all you can hear is your own heavy breathing, the distant pulse of the music outside, the occasional muffled knock from whoever is still waiting for the bathroom.

Then he pulls out with a low groan, his breath still coming heavy as he adjusts himself, quickly zipping up his jeans. He steps back, just enough to give you space, but his eyes never leave you.

“Do you have a name, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, like he’s not entirely sure he cares but wants to hear it anyway.

You can barely form a sentence, still shaken from everything. “You... didn’t tell me yours.”

His smile widens. “I didn’t, did I?” He steps closer, his body just a few inches from yours, his breath brushing against your lips. “Jimin,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Now you know.”

You swallow, heart pounding, legs still shaky. “Well, Jimin,” you say, meeting his gaze, “I’m not sure if I’ll ever forget you.”

Jimin chuckles, leaning in like he’s about to kiss you, but pulls back when you try to meet him halfway. “Let’s leave that up to fate.” he says with a wink, before slipping away like a ghost, leaving you standing there, breathless, with a name you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

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i will attempt to make my own cover with my very limited design skills

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writers block is the worst disease ever 😪

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────────────── WIPS.

NOTE . . . bellow, i’ve gathered all the ideas and works that I’m currently working on or thinking about. these are just the concepts and drafts floating around in my mind, and while some of them are actively being worked on, others might still be in the brainstorming phase.

please keep in mind that not all of these will necessarily be finished or posted, but I wanted to share them here to give you all sneak peeks into what’s to come and what I’ve got brewing! this is also a way for me to keep everything organized, so I can work through them with your feedback and support.

WRITING . . .

to be named, jjk spidey!jk x fem!reader

BRAINSTORMING . . .

to be named, pjm figureskater!jm x figureskater!reader

summer of 85', pjm student!jm x student!reader (?)

to be named, kth actor!th x actress!reader

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just spend like 3 hours revamping my account :D

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cw cockwarming

ᝰ.ᐟ betting on my mama he’s into ts ( ´ཀ` ) was convulsing while writing this lowkey highkey.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The heater hums low in the background, but it’s not what’s keeping you warm. It’s Yoongi—his arms wrapped lazily around your waist, his breath fanning against your collarbone, his body heat seeping into you like a slow-burning fire.

You shift just a little, and his fingers dig into your hips. A quiet, raspy sound rumbles in his throat, somewhere between a sigh and a warning.

"Didn’t I tell you to stay still?" His voice is thick with exhaustion, but there’s an edge to it, a quiet kind of command that makes heat pool in your stomach.

You swallow, nodding, though he can’t see it. "I wasn’t trying to move," you murmur.

"Mm," he hums, skeptical. His hands drift up your back, fingers tracing along your spine in lazy circles, grounding both of you. "Just stay like this. Feels good."

And it does.

It’s not about friction, not about chasing anything more than the closeness of him. The slow, pulsing warmth of him inside you is enough to make your head feel light, your body soft and pliant against his. You can feel the steady thump of his heartbeat where your chest meets his, a quiet, unspoken rhythm that matches your own.

Yoongi shifts just enough to press a sleepy kiss to your shoulder. "You always keep me warm," he mumbles, voice thick with drowsiness.

Your lips curve into a small smile as you rest your cheek against the top of his head. "That’s because you always run cold," you tease.

He huffs a soft laugh. "Exactly. That’s why I need you."

The words are quiet, barely more than a mumble, but they settle deep in your chest. Yoongi isn’t always the best with words when he’s awake, but like this—half-asleep, wrapped around you—he lets them slip out like a secret.

You tighten your arms around him, pressing a kiss into his messy hair.

His grip on you slackens just a little as sleep pulls him under, but even in his dreams, he keeps you close. And as your breathing falls in sync with his, you close your eyes, letting the warmth of him lull you into rest—safe, full, and his.

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Are you going to write the figure skater Jimin au? I would love to read that after the spiderkook au but ofc no pressure or anything like that!!

i definitely am!! i had this idea for the longest time so pls look forward to it! 😙🫶🏼

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cw nsfw

ᝰ.ᐟ hi lovelies, so i had promised a spirderkook fic but i cannot seem to finish it—im calling it a writers block 💆🏻‍♀️ dropping this as an apology! :3

fwb!jungkook who always insists on just hanging out, acting all innocent, but can never keep his hands to himself for long.

fwb!jungkook who, after a few minutes, pulls you onto his lap like it’s nothing, smirking when you try to act like you’re not feeling the heat between your legs, his lips immediately finding yours.

fwb!jungkook who doesn’t waste any time, his hands sliding under your shirt to grope your tits, grinning against your mouth when you gasp and arch against his large palms.

fwb!jungkook who’s always so confident, whispering “I can feel you throbbing—so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” as he slides his hand into your panties, making you buck against him.

fwb!jungkook who teases you by slowly pulling down your pants, his lips kissing down your neck while his fingers trace the waistband of your underwear, making you squirm.

fwb!jungkook who finally shoves you down on the couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions, making you moan when he enters you with a sharp thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room.

fwb!jungkook who keeps you on the edge, fucking you until your legs shake, then pulling you close, barely letting you catch your breath before starting all over.

fwb!jungkook who doesn’t mind how messy it gets, just as long as you’re both breathless, sweaty, and completely wrecked by the end of it.

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omg i’m so excited for the spiderkoo fic🥹🥹

ahhh!!! i’m so excited that you’re excited!! spiderkook is on his way 🤭

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spiderkook fic update!

im halfway done i think so hopefully it’ll be up by the end of the week if anyone cares 😁

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pls vote before i lose my mind and get into a slump bc i can’t decide what to write next ;c

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spiderman!au — jungkook x reader

figure!skating!au — jimin x reader

Voting ended onMar 23, 2025

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cw car sex

ᝰ.ᐟ jimin is determined to ruin you in the backseat of his car, but the seatbelt buckle might get to you first.

“Jimin, this is the worst place you’ve ever fucked me.”

You barely get the words out before his next thrust has your head knocking right against the stupid car door. Again. For what feels like the hundredth time.

Jimin doesn’t even slow down. If anything, the complaint just makes him grin, all smug and unbothered as he leans down, breath warm against your cheek. “Mm,” he hums, sliding a hand under your thigh to hitch it up higher around his waist. “I don’t know… I think it’s kind of fun.”

Fun.

Your back is at war with the middle seatbelt buckle, your legs are cramping, and your spine has fully accepted its fate as a sacrifice to the gods of uncomfortable car sex. Meanwhile, Jimin—perfectly comfortable Jimin—is having the absolute time of his life, his hips rolling deep, deliberate, like he has all the time in the world.

“Fun for who?” you huff, shoving at his shoulder. “You’re not the one getting assaulted by a cup holder right now.”

Jimin laughs, the sound all breathy and smug as he kisses along your jaw, nipping just to be annoying. “You’re so dramatic,” he murmurs, voice all honeyed amusement. But he must take some pity on you, because he sighs—real exaggerated like, as if he’s the one suffering—and shifts, one strong arm wrapping around your waist. With hardly any effort, he pulls you up, switching positions until you’re in a straddle across his lap, your knees sinking into the leather on either side of him. “There,” he says, smirking. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

He rocks up, deep and slow and just obnoxiously good, and whatever clever retort you had dies instantly.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, and instead of some pretty, breathless moan, what comes out of your mouth is a very undignified—

“Oh, fuck you.”

Jimin laughs, looking way too proud of himself. His grip on your hips tightens as he rocks up again, slow and teasing, like he has all the time in the world. “You are, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. “And you’re doing such a good job.”

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FLEETING FABLES . . . a delightful collection of fleeting tales—imagines and short pieces that capture moments, emotions, and connections in just a few words. perfect for when you're looking for something quick.

KIM SEOKJIN

coming soon. . .

MIN YOONGI

nsfw ౨ৎ cockwarming ⊱ safe, full, and his.

JUNG HOSEOK

coming soon. . .

KIM NAMJOON

coming soon. . .

PARK JIMIN

nsfw ౨ৎ car sex ⊱ jimin is determined to ruin you in the backseat of his car, but the seatbelt buckle might get to you first.

KIM TEAHYUNG

coming soon. . .

JEON JUNGKOOK

sfw ౨ৎ lazy mornings ⊱ cuddly jungkook trying to wake you up.

nsfw ౨ৎ fwb!jungkook ⊱ he cannot keep his hands to himself.

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ᝰ.ᐟ lazy mornings with a clingy jungkook bc i miss him.

it’s early. too early. like, the kind of early that makes you groan and bury yourself deeper into the warmth of your blankets. but the problem is… jungkook is your blanket. and he’s not having it.

he’s pressed up against you, bare skin against bare skin, all warmth and muscle and soft sheets tangled between your legs. his arm is slung lazily around your waist, fingers tracing little patterns on your hip, his breath warm as he buries his face into the curve of your neck.

“baby,” he murmurs, voice all raspy and sleep-heavy, lips brushing over your skin. “wake up.”

you let out a tiny, sleepy whine, turning your head away from him, but he only chuckles, the sound deep and so smug, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. because, of course, he does.

his lips move slowly, pressing the softest, laziest kisses along your jaw, your shoulder, the back of your neck. “come on,” he whispers, his hand sliding over your stomach, fingers spreading over your ribs, warm and teasing. “don’t make me do something drastic.”

and ugh, he’s so annoying. but also, he feels so good. so solid and warm behind you, his lips sending tiny little shivers down your spine with each kiss. his hand moves again, fingertips just barely brushing under your breasts now, featherlight.

you suck in a breath. he grins against your skin.

“there you are,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe, voice smug as ever. “good morning, my love.”

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hey y’all pls don’t talk to me for the next 365 days until vmin are officially reunited again.