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Could AdminB pretty please continue the high school musical 2 au??? Btw I never thought I'd say or type these words ever. Love you guys!
I just saw this ask but I promise I will! Now that school is done I have plenty of time to write so it shouldnât be too long till a new part comes out for that. Iâm so glad someone other than the requester likes it <3<3
hey so i requested the two oneshots about the girl named minjae with bts and i read the rules and there wasnt anything saying if it's okay to request a specific name or not, also if it's okay to request more than once. but if it's against your rules, i'm sorry. i love yall's blog!
Hi! We're perfectly okay with multiple requests but we don't do names. I'll add that to our rules tonight, I didn't realize it wasn't there. But we can still totally do the requests!
Hello, I was wondering if I could have a BTS kink ship? Iâm a sub. I like biting, kissing, dirty talk, being eaten out, overstimulation, being called slut, whore, babe, love. Public sex sounds like it could be fun, along with window sex. I like rough sex and slow morning sex(I feel like having sex when you hear the rain with mood music on would be great). I also like neck kisses. Thank you!
I ship you with Namjoon!
Kink ships/moodboard requests are open, written/selca ships are closed.
can i have a kink ship w/ BTS? iâm a virgin, but i will describe what i think iâd like in bed. iâm a switch but mostly a sub, i would like to be fingered and eaten out, âbabe/babygirl, kitten, bitch, slut, whoreâ are names i would want to be called, moaning/grunting and cursing (words like fuck) are huge turn ons for me and overstimulation. I have a choking kink, spanking kink, daddy kink, praise kink, and i would want to be punished for being a bad girl (needy, teasing or being bratty)đđ đŠ
I ship you with Taehyung!
Kink ships/moodboard requests are open, written/selca ships are closed.
Namjoon is the disaster Virgo who can remember exactly how you like your coffee but canât remember your anniversary without a calender event on his phone
May I have a kink ship with BTS & BAP? I'm a virgin, but I like dry humping, thigh riding, & chest rubbing. My nipples are sensitive & I get wet easily. Love it when they get sucked. Kisses on my neck & finger trailing turns me on. I also like putting a vibrator on my clit. I'm a good girl who's a sub. Words like cock, slut, wet, & cum make me horny. Also, light choking feels good. đłđł
BTS: I ship you with Taehyung! BAP: I ship you with Himchan!
Kink ships are open, written/selca ships are closed!
Weâve added another person to our blog, Admin J! They will take requests for moodboards/lockscreens/photo edits in general. Theyâre also setting up a form for commissions that weâll reblog soon. Theyâll take requests for any group/solo artist, just include who and what you want in your request. If you have any questions feel free to send us an ask!
Hello! May I please have a kink ship with BTS? I'm actually a virgin, so I'm going based off of what I think makes me feel good. Okay, so...Sensory deprivation/ light bdsm, maybe daddy kink, some spanking, dirty talk if done right, I feel like I'm a switch since I want to be told what to do, but I could be bratty and want to be in control. Teasing, and I also like being called good girl/princess/doll. Thank you!
request: âHi there! Can I request a slight angst but happy ending, where The Oc is dating anyone of the member (no bias <3) who is really busy as an idol, and the OC had some doubts, feel unloved etc. Thank you! I love your fanfics :Dâ ~Naturerocker
genre: lil bit of angst, mostly fluff
pairing: jungkook x you
word count: 1849
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His side of the bed was empty. Again. It was the third week in a row that you hadnât seen Jungkook before he left for work. Seeing him before he went to bed was just as rare. Usually he came home after you were already asleep, and woke up early to get back to the studio. With how little heâd been sleeping, you guessed that he must have been taking naps while he was at work. How else would he manage to survive on five hours of sleep a night? You suspected that sometimes, he didnât come home at all. Those were the nights you didnât wake up to the sound of your front door closing or the feeling of Jungkookâs arms wrapping around you before he quickly dozed off.
He had always been busy, that was what you signed up for. Even though you tried to remind yourself of that, it was becoming tricky to keep your emotions in check. Jungkook rarely called or texted you while he was at work, and you were starting to wonder where he was staying on the evenings he didnât return home. Any other time, youâd brush it off as him just falling asleep in his studio when he was too tired to make the commute home. But recently, the feeling that something was wrong started to creep up on you. Other than how absent he was, you really had no reason to think he might be doing something immoral like cheating, but the more Jungkook ignored your good morning texts, the more likely it seemed.
Youâd already texted him when you woke up, but since it was your day off you started to feel a bit lonely. The apartment felt empty without him mumbling to himself while he got ready, or ruffling your hair whenever he walked by. So, you texted him one more time, just to say you missed him and hoped work was going well. After sending the message, you stared at the screen, hoping for a response. Quickly you realized that he was probably not going to text you back at all, much less instantly. To keep yourself from obsessing over it too much, you put your phone on the nightstand and returned to the living room. Maybe keeping the phone out of your sight would stunt the urge to check it every thirty seconds. It didnât.
About an hour after you sent the message, you heard the faint sound of keys jingling in the lock. Without moving from your seat on the couch, you twisted around to watch the door. Jungkook was still at work, and you were pretty sure you hadnât called maintenance to fix anything that day and they usually knocked before coming in. Sure enough, Jungkook walked in, kicking off his shoes by the door and throwing a quick âheyâ in your general direction.
âYouâre home? Itâs only two.â You registered how you must have sounded to Jungkook, and added, âNot that I mind, of course, Iâm justâŠsurprised.â
He walked past the couch towards the kitchen, not stopping to mess up your hair like he usually did. âYeah, I forgot my wallet and my lunch this morning. Jin offered to pay for delivery, but that would have been the second time this week heâs bought me food so I came home instead,â he explained, rummaging through the fridge. While he was talking, you joined him in the kitchen, sitting on the counter.
âMissed you too,â he said casually, not even sparing you a glance.
âJungkook?â
âYeah?â he responded, not looking up from the sandwich he was making himself.
He was not going to make this any easier for you, was he? âIs everything okay?â
âOf course it is, babe. Work has been hectic. Itâll be over soon.â
âThatâs it?â
âYup.â He glanced up at the clock on the microwave, and, upon noticing the time, he hastily threw the final toppings on his lunch. âShit. Sorry, I have to go, Iâm going to be late for our recording session.â While he dashed into the bedroom to grab his wallet, you slid off the counter and packed his sandwich into a bag and grabbed him a little box of banana milk. When he came back, he gave you a fleeting side hug as thanks before grabbing his food and nearly running out the door.
Now that you were alone again, you couldnât tell if you felt better or worse now that youâd seen him. While you tried to process how Jungkook had hardly even glanced at you the entire time he was home, you stood in the kitchen, starring at an invisible spot on the floor. After a couple minutes of this, you recognized that standing here, overthinking everything would get you nowhere. You couldnât help it though, this had been building for weeks and his short visit today made everything feel like it was crashing down on you.
âI need a nap,â you announced to the empty apartment before consequently curling up in bed. With any luck, youâd be able to sleep away the insecurities and doubts that filled your head. The whirlwind of doubt and anxiety that filled your head made it hard to fall asleep. After who knows how long just lying there, your body took pity on you and you dozed off.
The sounds of plastic clicking together and rustling fabric woke you. Opening your eyes just enough to see, vision still blurry from sleep, you spotted the familiar figure of your boyfriend rummaging through the closet.
âJungkook?â Your voice was dry and scratchy, and almost quiet enough that he didnât hear you. Jungkook turned his head, frowning when he saw you propped up on your elbow.
âHey, Jagi. I didnât mean to wake you. Go back to sleep and Iâll be out of your hair soon.â
Even though you were only half awake, you could tell it was still too early for him to be home considering the sun was still up. In the past, sometimes he would get home early and just fall asleep right away. Recently however, it was rare to see him home before 10 or 11, much less come home twice in one day.
âYouâre early?â
Jungkook smiled to himself, he loved hearing you talk when you were groggy because it was adorable. âWe finished recording sooner than expected, and since they didnât need me anymore, they let me go home.â Finally finding the sweatshirt heâd been looking for, he turned around to see you sitting upright, rubbing at your eyes. âGo back to sleep, babe. I didnât mean to interrupt your nap.â
âI donât want to.â
Chuckling slightly at the whiny tone that had entered your tone he asked, âWhy not?â
âBecause Iâve missed you. I donât want to sleep now that youâre here.â
Jungkook tugged the sweatshirt on while walking towards the bed. He perched on the edge while you scooted towards him to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug. âWhy donât we cuddle then? Why were you taking a nap in the middle of the day anyway?â
You nodded, deciding to avoid the second question and hope Jungkook wouldnât notice. It was a relief to have him actually acknowledging your existence instead of hardly making eye contact and not even giving you a kiss goodbye like heâd done earlier in the day. As soon as you were both comfortable, Jungkook on his back with your head on his chest, he asked again, âDid you not sleep well last night? Is that why you were napping?â
âNo, I slept fine. I, umâŠwasnât feeling well and was hoping a nap would help.â You snuggled a bit closer to him, draping a leg over his.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you sick?â Jungkook could feel you wiggling beside him, and it was clear you were avoiding the subject. He didnât like to pressure you into telling him anything, even if your distress was so obvious it was like someone had written it on your forehead, but he hadnât been around enough lately to know if this was a recurring issue or a one time thing. A hand reached over and lightly rubbed your back. âYou can tell me, Y/N. Whatâs going on?â
âItâs kind of silly,â you sighed, knowing that no matter how much you prolonged it if Jungkook was determined to get this out of you he would.
âIâm sure itâs not as silly as you might feel like it is.â He was right. He was always right.
âYouâve been gone a lot latelyâŠâ Hugging you a little tighter he planted a kiss on the crown of your head as he waited for you to admit what he probably already knew. The affection helped you relax, and you felt readier to talk about how lonely youâd been feeling. âAnd Iâm worried that youâre not around as much because youâre upset with me or donât like me anymore. Before you say anything I know youâre really busy with this album and I would never ask you to sacrifice your work for me, butâŠthen you stopped answering my texts and you barely looked at me when you were home earlier. I started worrying that you werenât just busy and you didnât want to be around me anymore. I know itâs ridiculous.â
Jungkook nuzzled against your head as you spoke, feeling incredibly guilty. Heâd realized about a week ago that he had been avoiding you, even if he didnât mean to. âIâm so sorry, Jagiya. I didnât mean to worry you. I havenât been avoiding you or avoiding coming home because Iâm upset with you. Iâve been so stressed out and worried about work and this album that I thought if I spent too much time at home Iâd start taking it out on you. Yoongi and I got into a little argument before lunch and I was still kind of mad when I got here. I just didnât want you to worry about me. Iâm really sorry. Iâll be home more from now on, okay?â
âItâs okay, Kookie. Iâm just glad youâre not upset with me.â You propped yourself up on his chest so you could look at him. He grinned when he saw the expression you used when you were only pretending to be upset. âYou can tell me anything too, you know that right? Next time just tell me youâre stressed.â
âI know, I know.â His arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer. âI didnât want to make you worry about me, but clearly that didnât work.â
âClearly.â You rolled your eyes at him, smiling immediately after so he would know it was a joke.
âLet me take you on a date this weekend to make up for being gone so much. We havenât done that in a while, have we?â
âWe havenât, where are we going to go?â
âAnywhere you want,â he said matter of factly. âDoesnât matter to me as long as I get to spend time with you.â
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 In the last four years of university, Seokjin had woken up in his fair share of unusual situations (including, but not limited to, that time that he had woken up in Jiminâs bed with leaves in his hair and a bruise that looked suspiciously like a hand print on his left ass cheek). However, he can honestly say that he had never woken up in someone elseâs bed with no recollection of how he got there, and he never would have expected to wake up from a situation like that fully clothed with aspirin and a bottle of Gatorade waiting for him on the end table.
And yet, here he was.
He stretched, quickly cataloging anything that felt off, but was surprised to find that, aside from his aching head and some nausea, he feltâŠalright. In fact, he felt much better than he would have expected to feel. With his physical wellbeing in-check, Seokjin laid back in the unfamiliar sheets (that smelled of something soft and subtly sweet) and closed his eyes. With a heavy sigh, he tried to pull memories from the night before to the front of his mind. He remembered meeting Taehyung to pregame, then going to the party at one of the fraternities on campus. Once they had gotten there, they had met up with Namjoon and Jimin, who were several shots in as well. The four of them had quickly downed a few more shots (with a toast to making questionable choices) before they had danced. Well, Jimin had danced. Everyone else supported him with flailing limbs and motions that could have been dancing had they been less inebriated. Then Namjoon had seen Yoongi and disappeared, leaving Seokjin sitting on a couch, giggling, while he watched Jimin and Taehyung dance together. Namjoon had eventually returned with another shot and that was when things started to get blurry. Seokjin had vague memories that involved beer pong, more dancing, and someoneâŠsomeone that he couldnât place, and he was hit by a surprisingly intense feeling of longing. Whoever he had met last night, they were someone that he wanted to remember.
With his new mission driving him, Seokjin found the will to sit up, careful to not aggravate his head or stomach any further. He was struck with immense gratitude toward whomever had thought to leave the aspirin and Gatorade for him. With the tablets swallowed and the Gatorade in hand, he stood and glanced around the room. The walls were bare and the room was sparsely furnished, but the crumpled bedsheets and cluttered desk suggested that the room was well-lived in. He turned to look at the bedside table and noticed for the first time that there was a note taped to the lampshade.
âHyung,
Yoongi Hyung and I had to leave early for our internships, but Yoongi Hyungâs roommate said that he would leave food in the microwave for you. Take it easy.
Namjoonâ
As Seokjin looked over the note, he had vague recollections of Namjoon and an Uber. There had been other people too, most likely Yoongi and his nameless roommate, if the note was anything to go by. At least Seokjin knew where he was now. He had never been to Yoongiâs apartment before, but the high-quality sheets and memory foam mattress in a barely furnished bedroom that smelled like warm blankets and vanilla suddenly made a lot of sense.
Seokjin set the note back down on the end table and, as he pulled his hand back, he noticed a black smudge on his right palm. He lifted his hand to get a better look and realized that, in a slightly smudge, unfamiliar scrawl, there was the hashtag âhopeonthestreetâ. With another heavy sigh, Seokjin added that to the list of mysteries that he would need to solve this morning, but his number one priority was taking care of his rolling, grumbling stomach.
Seokjin walked to the bedroom door, opening it to reveal a short hallway that looked out into the living room. As Seokjin walked down the hall, he took note of how the living room was significantly brighter and more colorfully decorated than Yoongiâs bedroom had been. The black and white furniture (that seemed characteristic of Yoongi) was decorated with colorful throw pillows, knitted blankets, and figurines that Seokjin was certain must have been selected by the roommate. Seokjin was beginning to like this roommate more and more, especially when he turned to the left and into the kitchen to find a bright note on the microwave.
âGood morning, Seokjinnie Hyung!
There is a bowl of my famous hangover soup in the microwave. Heat it up and enjoy it well!
#hopeonthestreetâ
Seokjin hummed as he looked from the note to the writing on his hand.
A clue.
Seokjin once more took a moment to thank his friends and this mysterious roommate for taking pity on a hungover Seokjin and making his morning just that much easier to get through.
Mysterious hashtags could wait, however, because Seokjin had something very important to do first. So, with a look of pure determination, he pressed the express cook button on the microwave. The aroma that soon began to fill the room had Seokjinâs mouth watering and his stomach growling. He had been blessed. He truly believed that this soup was a gift from the gods, which was proven to be accurate when he finally tasted a spoonful and actually melted in the chair. Hangover be damned. Nothing was going to ruin the moment that he was having with this soup.
But, alas, all good things must come to an end. And so too came the much-too-early end of his soup. Being a good houseguest, Seokjin washed the dishes and set them on a hand towel by the sink to dry before returning to Yoongiâs room and beginning a hunt for his phone and wallet, both of which had been worryingly absent that morning. After digging around in the blankets and looking under the bed, Seokjin came to the concerning conclusion that his phone and wallet were not in the bedroom. Feeling his pulse quicken (which in turn made his head throb, but that was the least of his worries at that moment), he left the room and took up his search in the living room and kitchen.
Ten minutes. Nothing.
Thirty minutes. Still nothing and Seokjin was beginning to panic.
Forty-five minutes. Seokjin sat on the couch, accepting his defeat as there were only so many places that a phone and wallet could be in a small two-bedroom apartment.
An hour and Seokjin was trying to set a plan for how he was going to get back to his own dorm and contact his bank to alert them of his missing wallet, when the apartment door opened and in came a man that Seokjin had never seen before.
The man, however, seemed to be familiar with Seokjin, as his face lit up with pure joy. âHyung,â he called, walking up to Seokjin and sitting down next to him, the most adorable heart-shaped smile that Seokjin had ever seen gracing his lips, âI am glad that you are awake! Did you eat your soup? Did you like it? How do you feel?â
Now, Seokjin was not often left at a loss for words. In fact, he took pride in his ability to have some kind of quick response for nearly every situation. And yet, here he was, staring like an idiot because he had the most gorgeous man he had ever seen sitting in front of him.
The man had beautiful lips that pulled back into the kind of unique smile that had Seokjinâs stomach going haywire, but from butterflies and not the nausea (or so he hoped). His hair fell in front of his eyes, looking slightly damp, as though he had just showered or had been sweating, and Seokjin tried not to let his mind take the imagery and run with it (a task that seemed almost super-human in the moment). His toned arms were on clear display, as were his collarbones and perfectly defined chest, in the loose tank top that he was wearing. Seokjin had to look up quickly to avoid wandering into dangerous territory, but between admiring his high cheekbones and his cute nose, Seokjin noticed that a slight smirk had settled on the manâs lips. With a start, he realized that he had definitely been checking this man out and this man had definitely noticed.
In a last-ditch effort to save his dignity and cause a distraction, he blurted out, âthe soup was so good that I think I may have actually been blessed by the gods. It was excellentâŠsoup-er even.â
And there went the last bit of his dignity. It flew out of the window with any hope that he had for making a good impression. The man was frozen on the couch, staring at him and Seokjin was ready to die and escape his cruel fate and â
Then the man was laughing, loud and bright; he clapped his hands together as if to emphasize his delight. âOh man,â he said, wiping at a stray tear in the corner of his eye, âI was wondering if the puns were just a thing that you did when you were drunk, but I am so glad that they arenât.â
While Seokjin was drowning in relief that he did not ruin his chance to impress the angel in front of him, that last half of the sentence gave him pause.
âWaitâŠwe know each other?â
âWe met last night.â
And so, being ever helpful even if not very timely, Seokjinâs brain supplied him with some of his missing memories from the night before: Yoongi bringing his roommate over, said roommate dancing excitedly with Jimin and Taehyung, the roommate telling Seokjin about his dancing, the roommate wrapping his long fingers around Seokjinâs wrist to write his hashtag on his palm, the roommate wrapping his arm around Seokjinâs shoulders in the car, and the feeling of lips on his forehead while he snuggled into Yoongiâs pillow and wished a heart-shaped smile goodnight. In an unsurprising betrayal, his brain threw in that last memory, which promptly made Seokjinâs cheeks turn bright red.
âOh.â
âYeah, âohâ,â the man responded, his smile returning and causing Seokjin to blush even darker.
(Was it still too late to accept his demise?)
âYou seemed pretty tipsy last night. Are you feeling okay this morning?â
âUh,â Seokjin mumbled, trying to convince his brain to focus on the conversation at hand, âIâm okay, all things considered.â
âAll things considered?â
âThe hangover, waking up in a strange place, my phone and wallet are missingâŠâ Seokjin let his sentence trail off. He liked to think that he wasnât a messy drunk and yetâŠ
âOh! Well, I can help with at least two of those things,â the man said, standing and moving down the hall. He returned quickly and, much to Seokjinâs relief, he brought Seokjinâs phone and wallet with him. âYou are in the apartment that Yoongi Hyung and I share just off campus,â he said before he sat and held the contents of his hands out to Seokjin, âand I ended up keeping everyoneâs things in my jacket pockets so that nothing got lost. I meant to set them out for you this morning, but I must have forgotten. Iâm sorry.â
Despite his hour of panic not even twenty minutes earlier, Seokjin couldnât find it in himself to be upset. âNo need to apologize! In fact, I owe you oneâŠâ
âOh!â The man looked at him with the most adorably shocked expression before he stood up and struck the most ridiculous pose. âI am your hope!â A new pose. âI am your angel!â Some ridiculous aegyo. âJ-Hope!â
Seokjin had never fallen in love so quickly.
âBut J-Hope is just my stage name. My actual name is Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.â
âMarry me.â
âWhat?â
âWhat âwhatâ?â
âAre you proposing to me?â
Silence.
âHyung, if you are going to propose, you should at least ask me out on a date first. I might not look like it, I but I love to be wooed.â
More silence.
âSo what made you fall for me? My good looks? My humor? My aegyo?â
âThe soup.â
A pause. âIâll take it. I like a man who knows what he wants.â
And in the most surprising twist of events that day (which is really saying something), Seokjin found himself leaving the unfamiliar apartment with his phone, his wallet, his dignity, and a date.
A/N: Hey, All!
This one is for my friends, @theformallynamedblog and @onefabulouspokemon, and their love for Seokjin and Hoseok respectively.
You can find it on AFF here.
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Hiya! can i get a kink ship for BTS (and bomb b if you do them too) please? uhmm... heres the kinks choking, light bdsm, daddy kink, spanking, lots of dirty talk, thigh riding, iâm really submissive so someone whose hella dominate is nice, slight degradation, biting, i also kinda like toys and being told what to do. Thank youuu â„ïžâš
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