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What do you mean that I have to physically write a fic in order for it to be written? This is some bullshit.

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Fanfiction Club: The Rules

This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.

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Me: *so tired my eyes hurt and I’m struggling to keep them open*

Brain: hoe don’t do it

Me: *clicks*

Brain: oh my god 

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Rebound

Stripper!JB au. Moodboard by @baebae-goodnight.

Word Count: 3.9k.

This ones for the Jaebooty chat ladies. You’re welcome. @suhotrashanon @kimnamwho @chanyeolandthebananas @the-porcelain-doll-xo.

Caution: Smut ahead.

Bright lights and loud music overloaded your senses as you sat in the crowd of screaming women. This wasn’t your scene and you had no desire to be here considering all that had happened the past few days. But your friends had managed to convince you this was the best way to get over your cheating ex. So here you were at ladies night at the local strip club many drinks later with a bag full of $1 bills. 

As you sipped your drink as you watched the show, one dancer catching your eye. You tried to push away your wicked thoughts but the alcohol had made you weak to the sweaty shirtless dancer. The way he moved his hips and licked his lips filled your mind with sinful possibilities. It didn’t help that he was constantly in your sight like, it was like he was trying to gain your attention. 

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Dammit technology hates me. I accidentally deleted the ask/prompt so I'm going to resubmit it: "Can I request a freaking hot JJProject smut??? Pleaseeeeee~~~~ Where they live in the same apartment building, always saw each other around at the gym, JB with his smirk & everything but never really take action until Jr. feels frustrated & start 'attacking' him on the lift."

Warnings: You want smut? you’ll get it! Walks of shame, mentions of toys and sexual escapades.

Word count: 3.3K

Author: Pi

Just dropping off my last fill for this year. I hope I delivered the sexual tension and smuttiness adequately! (and sorry again Anonny for deleting the actual ask!)

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me after finishing a beautiful chanbaek fanfic with happy ending:

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me: i probably shouldn’t start this fanfic, it’s getting pretty late

my brain:

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Room For Dessert

Description: A boring company dinner gets a little bit spicy when you notice the tension between you and your table’s waiter.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Filth. Straight filth. That’s what this is. Jungkook’s graduation photos pretty much ruined me, especially when I saw the one of him taking their order and just looking so good and UGH. This is the result. Sin. Filth. Porn put to words. Enjoy. Please try not to die. 

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After you start a fanfic and realize there’s a notp:

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“So what are you working on right now?”

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My Pen Friend - Chapter 1

Title: My Pen Friend

Word Count: 1453

Rating: T (probs some cursing, as well as some mild suggestive content later in the series)

Masterlist | Mobile Masterlist | Found In Translation (my previous series)

A/N: I’m back with a new series! And I have a fair amount more than my last series already planned, so this one is definitely going to be longer. But this time, I’m not giving away our leading man so easily. Can anyone guess who he is? Temporary banner bc no spoilers and also bc I haven’t made an official one yet. ;p Tell me what you think and enjoy~

“I take back what I said about wanting winter to come.” The girl grumbled under her breath. The wind bit through her thick sweater as she trudged to class, adjusting the strap on her backpack. “I didn’t want it to be this cold.” Her face surely looked harder and more angry than she actually was, which was mildly annoyed with the wind and near freezing temperatures. The length of her walk to her class seemed to be just to spite her in the early freezing days of the semester. Looking back at her schedule tucked in her planner, she checked the room number as she approached the building. Rolling her eyes, she headed for the outside stairs. “Of course it’s upstairs.” she sighed. Feeling the weight of her backpack as she tried her best not to fall, the icy cold of the metal handrail prevented her from taking hold, instead depending on her balance. Her balance wasn’t exactly the best bet but she managed the stairs slowly, her books on her back pulling her down. 

She walked into the building trying to mask her struggle to catch her breath. She was so sure that the other people waiting in the hallway noticed even if they didn’t show that they did. Sure enough, there her classroom was at the end of the hall on the left. Hardly any seats left. Of course, she thought, stepping in. A seat near the front is usually the best way to get called on but so is the back. But a seat on the second row is all that’s left. She sits down in the second row of desks near the center. Backpack at her feet and hands fiddling with a pen, she braced herself for the usual first day events, syllabi, introductions, and being forced to interact with the other students in the class. 

She went over her responses again, just as she did earlier that morning and the night before. 

The professor began speaking, reading over the syllabus, and essentially repeating the same things she’s been hearing for the past two years. Still, she remained attentive. Half way through the class period and the professor began taking attendance. She prepared herself as the professor went down the list. At the mention of her name, her hand calmly went up and a shaky “here” left her lips. Mentally cursing herself for her weak response, she shook her head a little. Then came the part she dreaded the most. A sheet of paper landed on her desk, a worksheet to get the students to talk to each other. It had a list of the same old questions, ‘find someone who has left the country’, ‘has sisters’, ‘has brothers’, ‘speaks another language’, and so on and on and on. The worst part was that she had to actually get up and speak to these other people, a notion that to this day made her stomach flip and her feet want to run away. But with a false smile and a genuine attempt she managed to get a few names on her sheet before the professor dismissed them. 

And the process was repeated twice more before she left for home. 

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[LJ] Retribution

Title: Retribution Author: purplemonsterrrr Pairing: Luhan/Sehun, side!Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Kyungsoo/Jongin, Suho/Chen, Kris/Tao, Xiumin/Lay Status: Ongoing Length: Chaptered Rating: NC-17 Genre: Action, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Sci-Fi, Smut, MAMA!AU Warnings: Gore Summary: They were never safe. Reasons Why You Submitted: OH MY FREAKING GOSHHH!!!! FINALLY there’s a Revolution sequel, and HOW is it not recced already!!!! /rolls around in a mixture of feels

Ileney’s Thoughts: THIS IS WHY I APPRECIATE USER SUBMISSIONS!!! I WOULD HAVE NEVER KNOWN ABOUT THIS!!!! omg thank you anon, really. thank you.

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One Night Stand

Group: EXO Member: Sehun x OC Genre: Fluff, Smut Word count: 2441 Summary: Funny how you can meet the love of your life and have the best thing in your life all because of a one night stand A/N: The next part will have more getting to know Y/N. I’m really sorry if this is not good. 

One Night Stand | One Night | One Pt. 1 | One Pt. 2

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Jimin - I saw you looking.

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You were slightly taken aback but how busy Times Square in Seoul was. You’d been meaning to visit since you moved here but you never really got round to it. However, a friends birthday was the perfect excuse to spend an awful lot of money in various shops that you wouldn’t even think about going in on an ordinary day. After several hours of looking for a dress that would be appropriate for a nightclub, you finally settled on one in a small shop hidden behind a department store. 

You double-checked your size and took it from the rack, heading straight to the cashier to pay. As you handed over several notes, your friends yelled they were going to wait outside, you smiled and took the bag. As soon as you went to walk out the shop someone banged into you, pushing you onto the floor. 

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