Hey guys, just dropping by to say that I’ve uploaded some of my designs onto Redbubble and they’re now available to purchase~  For the most part, I designed them for phone cases, but most of them can also be bought as pillows, tank tops, notebooks, laptop covers (even a clock??). 

The phone cases go at: $15 for a skin $25 for your average snap case $30 for the heavy-duty protective bricks $35 for a handy dandy phone wallet

(I did not set these prices~)

Just in case you might be looking for some new BTS phone cases (for WINGS tour? *cough*) - I am here, my friend. I’m in the middle of my floral marble lyric series, as seen above ^-^

Silks

You had been close to leaving The Club, honestly. There was nothing for you here, you were bored, the men were nice to look at but not particularly your type. Even being up close to the stage (a friend’s good fortune) none of the beautifully sculpted men that danced and thrust their hips had paid you any mind. Aside from the usual winks, you figured you would have been pulled onto the stage or flirted into a back room after an hour and a half of being here. Your friend group had dwindled significantly in the time you had been here, either being pulled backstage or becoming too drunk to function after one too many shots.

You were about to call it a night. The evening was just getting you more frustrated. You had a charity event to prepare for and you were wasting your time in a strip club with your friends who seemed far more occupied in themselves and the attention they had been receiving from all the men all night. Not to mention this was just furthering the fact that you hadn’t been laid in well over a year and it didn’t seem as though any of these men were interested in helping with that problem. Come to think of it, you were fairly certain this was a highly established club that wouldn’t allow their dancers to sneak off with someone from the audience without it being paid for, and as pretty as you felt you were; why would they break their contract for you?

That was when the lights dimmed and the fog machine whirred. The sensual speaking emcee hushed the crowd, promising a sight that had never before been seen in The Club. A new addition to a familiar favorite.

So you decided one more dance wouldn’t hurt.

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Please, Oppa

hoseok x reader ; part two of “yes, oppa”

It took the entire trip the bedroom plus the time in between being shoved against a wall and feeling Hoseok’s teeth on the flushed skin of your neck for you to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening. Previous episode on the couch notwithstanding, you were actually about play with Jung Hoseok.

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Purple Jewels (M) 01

Word Count: 6,494 Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin

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Im squEALING YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET. I'm so glad you tagged me omg, I'm loving your writing. Wahhh I'm hooked on Purple Jewels, A+++ 10/10 would recommend. Please keep up the good writing >v

21st Century Love Songs

Hoseok

You’d seen Jung Hoseok having what seemed to be a very bad day, and asked if there was anything you could do for him. If there was any way you could help relieve his stress.

The man looked at you in the coffee shop, the bags under his eyes apparent when he slid his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look at you. The clear irritation, sleeplessness, and overall weight on his shoulders seemed so apparent and your heart broke. “You look so stressed and I’ve never seen you without a smile…” you explained in a nervous tone as he returned the sunglasses to rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose.

“It’s a lot more common than you think,” he states in a gruff voice. He sounded worse than he looked. “Thanks for your concern, but I really just wanted to some tea and–” he cut himself off and seemed to look your way again, although it was hard to tell behind the dark lenses.

He had definitely seen you before. You’d been to multiple fan signings, and he was pretty sure you were in charge of a fansite at one point of another. “___? Is that your name?” he asks you suddenly and you just blink in surprise. How could he remember who you were without a sticky note indicating your name and who to sign to.

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This is the kinda quality deep-throating I'm looking for. This savage sin right here. Hobi trash thanks you yo