I read mostly yandere atp ( its an unhealthy obsession)
afro-indiougious
here are some of my favs!!
i got into kpop a couple of months ago i am currently stan.
BTS
Twice
Txt
Ph1harmony
wonho
MY OTHER INTEREST š
game of thrones | fear street | gotham | avengers | it | shameless | bnha | aot | alice in borderland | descendants | harry potter | squid games | bnha | tokyo revengers | genshin
DNI āļø
if you believe white people can experience racism
homophobic, racist, xenophobic, ableist, just an overall bad person
do not believe that fanfiction should be more diverse (thereās no way I should have to search black!reader all the time)
here it is, my darlings, the much awaited next chapter of WTCAD. Iāve been super busy lately, and will probably continue to be busy, so updates are going to be few and far between, but Iāll do what I can when I can.ā- chaotic puff
Rated M: Friends with benefits to lovers; Threesome; Smut; non-idol!AU - CEO!Yoongi; Lawyer!Jungkook - Completed.
I. Harbour | II. Voyage | III. Perfect Storm | IV. Uncharted Territory | V. Bounty | VI. Discoveries | VII. Oasis | VIII. Downpour | IX. Tempest | X. Shipwreck | XI. Lighthouse
Drabbles
Voyage: 1.
Uncharted Territory: 1.
Bounty: 1. | 2. (m) |
Discoveries: 1. | 2.
Downpour: 1.
Lighthouse: 1. (m)
- KIM TAEHYUNG -
Rated M: Friends with benefits to lovers; Smut; idol!AU - Completed.
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first meeting
what if
ADG Universe:
Heartache - Jinās fic
SunshineĀ - Hobiās fic
Baby Mine - Yoongiās fic
Endgame -Taeās fic
Kismet - Jiminās fic
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Kim Seokjin
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Trailer
Min Yoongi
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Genre: Crack. Just pure crack. Almost 3K of ridiculousness. Non-Idol!AU.
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, implied smut (still marking it as M just to be safe), brief description of partial nudity, the maknae line are absolute little shits
Word Count: 2.9K
Disclaimers: NSFW, I donāt own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: You're home for the holidays, hungover as fuck, and can't remember what you did last night. Luckily, your little brother Jungkook and his friends Taehyung and Jimin are all too happy to remind you!
A/N: My beloved Bloobs asked sent me a very inspiring ask a few days ago, and I couldn't get it out of my head. The whole thing is here, but it starts: "Baby bro JK is back at it again. He takes you out to the bar with his friends while you're in town. You think its going to be you just babysitting the maknaes but they make sure you get your fill (and more) of shots. They do mean well but also just want to be little shits knowing good and well your childhood crushes will also be there that night." I couldn't stop laughing at her scenarios, and that led to this. This is for you, Bloobs! Thank you for always sharing your wild ideas with me. š
Unbeta'd of course. If you like this nonsense, please let me know - my inbox is always open!
When you wake up Saturday morning, you become aware of two things.
The first is that you're in pain. Your head is splitting, throat sore, body aching like you ran a marathon. But you're no runner. What did you do last night?
The second is there's a face hovering above yours, smiling creepily.
"Fuck!" you yelp, shrinking back against the couch cushions. Couch cushions? Why were you sleeping on the couch? "Taehyung! What the fuck are you doing?"
Your little brother's best friend rests his chin on his hand on the back of the couch. "Good morning, noona! We were wondering when you'd wake up."
"We?" You roll over to see Jimin sitting in your parents' armchair, legs slung over the arm. He gives you a polite wave.
"Why the fuck are you two here so early?" you ask, sitting up and stretching.
"It's almost one, noona," your little brother announces as he sets a plate of fried eggs and kimchi toast in front of you, with a steaming mug of coffee. āEat this. Itāll help.ā
You don't know how you lucked out, getting a brother as sweet as Jungkook.
"Itās almost one? ....fuck." You tuck into your breakfast.
Taehyung plops himself down on the other end of the couch. "So, exactly how much do you remember about last night?"
Uh-oh. You cast your mind back, trying to remember the previous night's events. Youād come home for the holidays, only for your parents to announce they were heading out of town on a ālate honeymoonā cruise. With no parents to visit, you had no plans, so youād turned to your brother for entertainment. Jungkook had begged you to go to the Pied Piper with him and his friends, claiming they'd missed you since you were last home. As much as Taehyung and Jimin annoyed you with their mischievous antics, you also had a soft spot for them and agreed to go.
At the bar, the boys had plied you with shot after shot after shot. Clearly, you hadn't turned down a single one, because as you sat there, inhaling your food, you couldn't recall most of the night. At some point it went from sitting around giggling with the trio to an absolute blur.
"Uh? Honestly, not much? I know we were at the bar, and drinking, and then I woke up here."
"That's probably for the best," your brother pipes up from his spot on the floor. "Did you have any plans for the rest of the weekend? Because you might want to cancel them. Lay low for a bit."
"Oh god. Why? What did I do?"
"LET'S GO TO THE VIDEOTAPE!" Taehyung booms.
"The what?"
Jimin whips out his phone, swiping like mad, and suddenly a face pops onto the giant tv hanging on your parents' wall. Your face. You recoil as the unflattering closeup zooms out slightly, revealing you sitting at the bar, drunk as a skunk, leaning on Kim Seojkin.
"Jin!" you shout in surprise. Holy shit, you hadn't seen your friend in years. Well, your friend with benefits, technically, as Jin was the one you used to turn to during summer breaks from college whenever you felt that itch.
"Shhh, you're missing the story!" Taehyung hisses.
As Jimin pumps up the volume, you hear Video You talking to Jin and the bartender. Not really talking so much as loudly slurring, really. "You know how they say fuck like rabbits? More like turtles! I just laid there and screamed his name. Idiot thought I really came! That's what happens when you only have relations with your vacuum."
"Oh my god," you murmur. "What am I saying?"
Taehyung turns to you with a grin. "I believe Jin was talking about his reputation as Worldwide Handsome, putting the moves on the bartender, and you decided to be his wingman."
"You're a real shit wingman," Jungkook adds, and you lob a throw pillow at him as Video You continues.
"Ahahaha, she's such a kidder, this one!" Jin cuts you off in the video, throwing an arm around you in an attempt to physically stop you from talking. But you are undeterred. You need to tell this pretty bartender what exactly she should expect from your former fuck buddy.
"So, anyway, I'm on my knees, working away on his super tuna - you know this man is packing, right? My jaw hurts and I look up at him and say, 'Hey, have you ever snowballed anyone?' and he says-"
"Ahhhhh!" you scream as the video, mercifully, cuts off. Oh god, not that story!
"Will it shock you to learn that Jin did not get her number?" Taehyung asks as you bury your face in your hands.
"Great. I guess I'm never getting another birthday wish from Jin on Facebook. I don't remember any of that, but that's not so bad." As long as no one heard you finish that story.
"ROLL VIDEO NUMBER 2!"
"God, Taehyung, must you shout in my ear?"
Jimin swipes again and Jungkookās face fills the frame. Then the camera pans to you, where youāre clinging to your brotherās shoulder, tears running down your face. You can hear Jimin snickering as the camera bobbles slightly.
āNoona, why are you crying?ā Taehyungās voice asks in the video from offscreen.
āBecause Yoongi is here! Yoongi! Yoongs! Why did I leave him behind?ā
You close your eyes, wishing this was a dream, but when you reopen them, youāre still on screen, blubbering into your brotherās hoodie.
āI donāt understand what youāre saying,ā Jungkook says on screen, and you shake your head, tears spilling everywhere. "Min Yoongi? Weren't you guys just, like, barely friends?"
āI shouldnāt have gone away to college! He was my everything. How could I leave him behind, with no one to protect him?ā
āProtect him from what? Youāre not making any sense!ā
āOh, you donāt understand!ā You gesture towards the karaoke machine in the corner, where some Steven Tyler wannabe is belting āI Donāt Want to Miss a Thing.ā āDo you hear that? It's our song! Oh, Yoongi, how could I do that to you??ā
āDo what to me?ā
āOh no,ā current day you groans as the camera whips to where Yoongi is standing by your booth, a beer in one hand, basket of hot wings in the other. He looks perplexed.
āOh, hey, Yoongi-hyung,ā Jungkook greets him. āThose wings look good. I suggest you just go enjoy them.ā
Yoongi just continues to gawk at you as you wave your arms, sobbing. āYoongi, this song! Itās about us!ā And as you cringe on your couch, Video You begins to warble āThen I kiss your eyes, and thank god weāre together!ā
āDid I miss something? Did you two date?ā Taehyung inquires, stealing a wing from Yoongi.
āNot that Iām aware,ā Yoongi replies drolly, setting his basket on your table. āAre you okay? Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air?ā He pauses. "But, uh, maybe not with me."
āUggghhh, you guys just donāt get it. We were meant to be together and I just ran off and - hey, are those for me?ā Your attention is diverted by the wings, and the camera cuts off.
Slumping against the arm of the couch, you look at your brother. āTell me Yoongi left after that embarrassing display.ā
Jungkook nods. āOh, he left. Right after you ate his entire basket of wings. But at least the eating kept you from talking anymore.ā
āFantastic. Hooray for my drunk stomach overriding my drunk brain. But if thatās all I did last night, blabbing about a longtime crush, Iāll live.ā
āIām glad you said that,ā Taehyung grins brilliantly. You donāt trust that boxy smile. āJimin, if you please?ā
āOh Christ. Jimin, please donāt.ā
Your plea goes unanswered as Jimin pulls up a third video.
āGah! You really couldnāt find a flattering angle for any of these?ā
Once again, your face takes up the entire screen as the camera reveals you swaying next to the karaoke machine, mic in hand. As Jimin adjusts the volume again, you recognize the music swelling as you open your mouth and croak, āThere used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. Yooouuu became the light on the dark side of meee!ā
āHave I ever told you what a lovely voice you have, noona?ā
āShove it, Taehyung.ā
As you continue to croon āKiss from a Rose,ā the camera zooms out, showing the alarmed faces of everyone else in the bar, including a small group of people playing pool. With a bolt of dread, you recognize one of them.
āOh no. Not him. Please not him!ā
It is in fact Kim Namjoon, the sweet nerd from high school that youād nursed a crush on for four long years. And just as you're realizing this, Video You also appears to be noticing him. She leaves the stage, still clutching the mic, and approaches the tall, rather stunned-looking man.
As you watch in horror, Video You proceeds to turn her karaoke performance into a full bump and grind routine, attempting and failing to twerk on Namjoon, then climbing on the pool table and gyrating on the green felt. āAhhh!ā you shout, covering your eyes as Video You tries to grind on the billiard balls. āStop it stop it stop it!ā
Your brother isnāt watching, his face buried in the throw pillow youād flung at him earlier. āIs it almost over, Tae?ā
āJust a few more seconds,ā Taehyung answers, still beaming.
You canāt help but look back at the screen as Video You points the mic at the awestruck crowd gathered around the pool table. When no one sings along with you, you angrily grab the 8 ball and throw it as everyone ducks. Luckily, youāre too wasted to throw straight, or hard, but Namjoon quickly dives in and grabs your arm to prevent you from chucking more. Thatās when the video ends.
What the fuck. How much alcohol did you have last night? A metric fuckton?
āHow do I not remember a single second of this?ā You glare at Jimin. āAre these deepfakes??ā
Jimin giggles. āSorry, noona, these are 100% real.ā
āIn retrospect, we probably shouldnāt have bought you so many shots,ā your brother admits.
āGee, you think?ā you exclaim. āI donāt know if I can ever show my face in Pied Piper again after that! Please tell me I didnāt hurt anyone or break anything with those billiard balls!ā
āNah, Namjoon talked you off the table pretty quickly. And then he ran out of there like his clothes were on fire,ā Taehyung informs you.
āI canāt say I blame him. Christ. Iām never drinking with you guys again.ā
āAw, noona, donāt say that!ā Jimin pouts.
āYeah, we just wanted you to have a fun night,ā Taehyung adds. āBut I guess itās all a moot point anyway, since youāre not allowed back in Pied Piper.ā
āWait, they banned me? For writhing on the pool table?ā
āAmong other things.ā
For fucks sake. āWhat other things?ā
Jungkook flops onto his back, sighing incredibly loudly. āJUST SHOW HER, TAE.ā
āOkay. THE GRAND FINALE!ā
You shrink into a tiny ball in anticipation of more agony as the camera pans across another crowd. This time, itās a group of dancers, packed onto a small dance floor on the other side of the bar. As the bass thumps, you grit your teeth as your visage flashes on screen. Youāre so plastered that youāre barely upright, shimmying to your own beat and clinging to a really good-looking man with day-glo yellow hair.
āHobi!ā you gasp. āOh noooo, please tell me I didnāt do something terrible to Hobi!ā
Your old friend Jung Hoseok, a ray of sunshine in human form, was always your favorite dance partner at parties. His moves were legendary. But you donāt see any of those killer steps as you watch him struggle to stop you from falling over on Pied Piperās dance floor.
āFuck, he still looks good,ā you canāt help but mutter, wincing as Hobi nearly drops Video You. Heās not a big, muscular man; heās lithe, a bit wiry, having kept that dancerās frame all these years. And heās obviously three sheets to the wind, too. So itās no wonder heās having trouble keeping you both on your feet.
Video You sluggishly wraps her legs around Hobi like a sloth trying to climb a thin tree. Hobi has been fighting valiantly this entire time to remain standing, but this is clearly too much, the way you put your full drunken weight on him, and he starts to tip.
āTimber!ā Taehyung yells as Video You and Hobi crash into a table on the edge of the dance floor. Drinks go flying and patrons scatter as you land on top of Hobi on the ground.
The music cuts off, as if youāre watching a movie instead of a horrifying chronicle of your actual life, and gawkers begin to huddle around your prone bodies. The camera moves closer as you presume your brother and his friends run to check on you. Taehyung and Jimin cackle as Jungkook pops into frame, kneeling over you.
āNoona? You okay?ā your brother asks. Video You just flaps a hand at him as Hobi groans.
āShhh, Jungkook, go away. Bedtime.ā
Taehyung joins the fray. āCome on, get up, noona.ā He grabs an arm and starts tugging, but you push him off as Hobi sits up, rubbing the back of his head.
āNo. Sleepy.ā
Completely mortified, you canāt tear your eyes away from the tv as Video You begins to pull her shirt over her head. āHot. Sleep nakey.ā
āOh no,ā your brother mutters on the video, swiftly running out of frame as you yank your top off. But you can hear him laughing as you toss the shirt directly into the crowd, where it fortuitously lands on Jiminās phone. As he fumbles to remove it, the other onlookers shout āOhhhhhh!ā and then Taehyungās voice shouts āHey, dude, let go of her bra!ā
Your brother lets out a strangled cry, muffled by the thick rug heās lying on.
āI almost had to fight that guy for your bra, noona,ā Taehyung enlightens you. āI want you to know that I was ready to throw down. But he eventually gave it back, after taking some pictures.ā
āOh god, please make it stop,ā you beg through your fingers.
āThatās the end,ā Jimin states, putting his phone down.
There isnāt a word strong enough for how humiliated you feel. You want to collapse in on yourself like a dying star. Just go poof! And disappear.
āOkay,ā you state, trying to stay calm. āThis is okay. Iām just going to delete all my social media accounts. Move to Antarctica. Become a hermit. It will be fine. I donāt need friends. Iāll have penguins.ā
āHey, at least you only got topless,ā Taehyung offers helpfully. āHobi stopped you before you could remember how to unbutton your jeans.ā
āOh my god!ā you yell, whirling on Taehyung. āYou guys are actual demons! Why did you feed me so much booze? Why didnāt you stop me before I treated the entire bar to a strip show?ā
āYou saw us!ā your brother jumps in to defend his friends. āWe did try to stop you, but you just pushed us away! What did you want us to do, knock you out?ā
āI mean, that couldnāt possibly have been worse than what actually happened!ā Curling into a ball, you rub your face with your hands. āI can never be seen in this town again. Iām not leaving this house until itās time to go home, and then Iām never coming back. It was nice knowing all of you.ā Your eyes narrow. āWell, thatās not entirely true.ā
āHey at least we got you home safe and sound. I mean, Taehyung did. I had to stay behind to try to make things right with the Pied Piper staff,ā Jungkook grouses.
āI didnāt bring her home,ā Taehyung states, cocking his head. āI had to console Jin when he struck out with the bartender, remember? Jimin drove her home.ā
Jimin just looks confused, eyes wide as he shakes his head.
āWell, I sure as fuck didnāt drive myself home, so how did I get here?ā
Taehyung opens his mouth, but a voice calls out from upstairs. āBaby?ā
As the four of you watch in shock, Hobi suddenly appears, traipsing down the stairs. Heās clad only in a pair of your old sweats, running his hand through some seriously fluffy bedhead. āAre you coming back to bed? You got up a few hours ago to get some water and then justā¦ vanished.ā He yawns. āI wouldāve come look for you, but I passed out again.ā
Blinking rapidly, you stare at your half-naked friend as he stretches nonchalantly in your living room. For the first time all day, you find yourself desperately wishing you could remember last night. Or the last few hours of it, at least.
Time to make some new memories.
āYes. Yes, Iām coming to bed.ā Itāll be easy to avoid your entire town if you donāt leave your bedroom for the rest of the weekend, right?
ā„Ā·Ā notes:Ā iām back! + completely blown away by the PTD LA shows, and needed to get the horniness out somehow lmao. short little oneshots for each member will come through the rest of the year in fanchant order + iāll add tags as i go ā so pls subscribe, kudo + like! it keeps me motivated. enjoy!
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āYou pullinā up?ā Namjoon asks expectantly, two pumps of cologne spritzing from the bottle in his hand to land softly on his neck. He hangs up the phone in his hand as he hears a light knock on the door in front of him.
Itās you.
āYou know youāre my number one girl every time I come to LA, right?ā Game like this from men like this normally turns you off, but the charm falling from the deep voice and thick lips of Kim Namjoon made your core instantly clench. Never in a million years did you think sitting front row at a concert would get you under Namjoonās sheets (okay, you did, maybe), but the reality of the situation never quite set in your mind.
In fact, being face-to-face with Namjoon ā his massive cock buried deep inside of you ā isnāt something you ever planned to process. Ever. It never felt real; only like the hottest wet dream youād ever awoken from.
āMmm, youāre so damn beefy now,ā A light purr travels the length of your throat while you run your hands ā now rendered tiny ā against the thick grooves of his newly muscular arms. āAll the better to fuck you with, baby.ā He lifts you up and presses you against the wall in one fell swoop, the surprise in your expression making him chuckle deep in his throat.
pairings: psychiatrist! jungkook x patient! reader
summary: Asylum is well-known facility for people who are mentally ill. Youād been trapped in it for years, in the hands of a psychiatrist who knows far too much about you.
warnings: yandere themes, possessive behavior, mental illness, mention of drugs, stockholm syndrome?, age gap, sexual themes, dub con touching.
word count: 4.5k
The pencil, in a soothing graphite grey, seemed to be speaking directly to yourself, urging you to relay your feelings on the blank sheet placed in front of you. Instead of writing anything, you impulsively crumpled the paper into a little, presumably circular form on the spur of the moment. You donāt feel like writing anything right now when your head feels a hundred times lighter than it did yesterday.
They always leave you with a pad of paper and carefully sharpened pencils, ensuring they arenāt too sharp to prevent you from any harm it may cause. They said that they are an implement for you to express your emotions. Itās like a never-ending routine that you have to accomplish every single day. Itās tiring.
A collection of steamy ONE-SHOTS to keep you warm this winter!
I Appreciate Your Apology | KNJ
A Christmas party has you on thin ice with your favorite dom. Daddy Joon appreciates your apology, but does he accept it? daddydom!Joon Smut, PWP, filth, Joon edging you until you see sleighbells. cumingā¦
Not a Creature was Stirring | JJK
You wake up Christmas Eve night not to find Santa, but to find a man cold and shivering on your front porch. Clothes tattered, cuts on his body, out in the snow. You find out heās not as helpless as he appears. Kind of cute, kind of scary, very buff Jungkook Fantasy AU. cuming...
Seokjinās Ho Ho Ho | KSJ
Your boyfriend surprises you with a Christmas dinner on the beach, things get a little steamy, candy canes get sucked, peppermint liquor might be involved, there is definitely some questionable Santa Costume attire, and lots of jolly lovin'! HOAL couple holiday special. cuming...
Disco Winter Ball | JHS
You and your friend Hoseok are best friend buddies going on a date to the annual disco winter ball. But it's not a date date, okay? You and Hoseok just love music and you love dancing and Hoseok loves watching you dance. Wait not love, not in that way! A friendly love. Just friends. Just two friends who drink a little too much eggnog. HOAL couple holiday special. cuming...
Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! | MYG
You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe. cuming...
XxXmas Stream with V | KTH
Stuck in Quarantine for the Holidays you decide to use this opportunity to hold a special x-rated x-mas cam show. You wanted to treat your friends and family to really nice Christmas presents this year, and Santaās not paying your bills! So youāre going to have to be a little naughty. V has been a good boy, so you think, so you give him extra attention this holiday. Set in C!HOC universe. Yandere!Taehyung cuming...
Christmas Mass | PJM
Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest, stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You're a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you're always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered. By no God. Demon AU. Dark smut. cuming...
heās like, talking to you. Something about being mobile and only having what he has left in his truck. But youļæ¼ werenāt listening. You definitely werenāt listening.
Because heās leaning into your car, thick arms crossed at the forearm while he talks. His fingers are flexing and youāre trying your damndest to let him workā because only the stars know what youād do to him if you got him in this car.
āā¦ do you still have it?ā His voice is gruff and mean ā his block buddies are still hanginā around somewhere so he doesnāt wanna look softā and he seemed a bit irritated. You hummed, leaning your head back onto the headrest and closed your eyes. If you hadnāt been in this situation before, you wouldnāt have any clue what heās talking about, but this is you. And it pertains to him; you came prepared.
āIn the back. Under the passenger side seat.ā He nods but makes no move to leave the window. He waited for you to open your eyes before he reluctantly withdrew his arms for the window. He sucks his teeth and backs up a little. āYou feelinā dumb for me, huh?ā Your cheeks heat up at being caught but you nod.
He cracks a smile for the first time since youād pulled up onto his corner. āIāll be home soon, baby. Donāt worry your pretty lil head about nothinā.ā
*sigh* dealer boyfriend whoās your plug and your boyfriend. Makes you come to his block to get your sack and fucks you in the back seat of his four door because he can:)
we donāt need money to feel good cause youāre the ride or die, the rest of my life. donāt need a party to feel high, weāre like the modern version of bonnie and clyde , bonnie & clyde, yuqi
ā¹ summary- thereās nothing in the world you wouldnāt do for Min Yoongi.
ā¹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
ā¹ pairing- min yoongi x reader
ā¹ word count- 1.6k
ā¹ genre- hmm idk. maybe some angst, some smut, some action?, established relationship, criminal!au
ā¹ chapter warnings- sexual content, mentions of criminal acts/police, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of death, guns, unhealthy obsession with each other lol
ā¹ a/n- hi loves! i wanted to challenge myself and write something a bit more prose-heavy than any sort of plot or semblance of plot. i hope you enjoy this random drabble that wouldnt leave my brain!!! thanks to @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @nomseokā for looking over it for me and helping me feel better about it LOLLL. i love u all ALSO PLS LISTEN TO THE SONG BONNIE AND CLYDE BY YUQI IT IS AMAZING AND WHERE I GOT ALL MY INSPO FOR THIS!!
Ā 75 mphā¦
100 mphā¦
Yoongiās hand grips tight on the inside of your thigh, fingers pressing into the supple flesh as his foot presses down the gas pedal.Ā
The engine roars, matching the screaming explosion you feel inside your chest. Your veins feel like theyāre flowing with the same high-octane fuel that Yoongiās injected to the engine of the 1969 matte black Camaro.
Yoongi.
Thereās nothing in the world you wouldnāt do for Yoongi.
ā¦ hello loves! here are lists of amazing fics written by amazing authors <3 please send lots of love to these beautiful people and i hope you enjoy reading š¤ (this page is still under construction)
ā¦ note: almost ALL works are NSFW & 18+ ,, please be respectful of that š¤
ā¦ key: A (angst) ,, F (fluff) ,, S (smut)
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ā¦ in the dead of the night
ā genre : vampire au, friends to lovers (S+F)
ā author : @ot7always
ā¦ last november
ā genre : exes to lovers (A+S)
ā author : @kithtaehyung
ā¦ the ex not missed
ā genre : holiday au, fake dating au, strangers to lovers, romcom, humour (A+F+S)
ā author : @kithtaehyung
ā¦ small tuna fish
ā genre : college au, friends to lovers, romance (S)
ā author : @floralseokjin
ā¦ bass boosted
ā genre : musicians au (S)
ā author : @lavienjin
ā¦ carnival rides
ā genre : carnival au (F+S)
ā author : @geniuslab
ā¦ endgame
ā genre : best friends to lovers (S)
ā author : @jjkthclub
ā¦ last christmas
ā genre : exes to lovers (F+S)
ā author : @xjoonchildx
ā¦ perfect
ā genre : roommates au (S+F)
ā author : @btssmutgalore
ā¦ mine for today
ā genre : fake dating au (S+F)
ā author : @httpjeon
ā¦ cupidās curse
ā genre : grad school au, college sweethearts, idiot to lovers (F+S)
ā author : @ressjeon
ā¦ never never fall
ā genre : exes to lovers (A+F+S)
ā author : @joheunsaram
ā¦ cyberslut
ā genre : sm au, college au, secret identity, tutoring au, slight themes of infidelity... (A+F+S)
ā author : @kimnjss
ā¦ lipstick on my satin sheets
ā genre : strangers to lovers (F+S)
ā author : @minyfic
ā¦ outside the window
ā genre : medical school au, enemies to lovers (F+S)
ā author : @triviafics
ā¦ tied up
ā genre : pwp (S)
ā author : @joyfulhopelox
ā¦ three tangerines
ā genre : brothers best friend au, implied age gap au (S)
ā author : @kithtaehyung
ā¦ set me free
ā genre : arranged marriage au (A+F+S)
ā author : @myooniverse
ā¦ noise complaints
ā genre : neighbours au, strangers to lovers (A+F+S)
ā author : @sugasbabiie
ā¦ little do you know
ā genre : artist / music producer!yoongi, established relationship au (A+F+S)
ā author : @yoonia
ā¦ all of you
ā genre : fantasy au, HP au, lovers to exes (A+F+S)
ā author : @taegularities
ā¦ potions and poisons
ā genre : marriage au, magic au (S)
ā author : @jjungkookislife
ā¦ tension changes
ā genre : smut, slight angst, slight humour
ā author : @fantaesize
ā¦ feeling good
ā genre : strangers to lovers, implied cheating (S)
ā author : @bonvoyagenoona
ā¦ change of plans
ā genre : childhood friends to lovers, pwp (A+S)
ā author : @joheunsaram
ā¦ dance to this
ā genre : dance majors au (S)
ā author : @bobagukk
ā¦ cry to my room
ā genre : roommates au, friends to lovers (A+S)
ā author : @kithtaehyung
ā¦ keeping a secret
ā genre : new relationship au
ā author : @kpopfanfictrash
ā¦ midnight confessions
ā genre : slowburn, mutual pining, best friends to lovers (F+S)
Summary:Ā Itās no secret; those who worship black magic will never see the light. You sell your soul for your abilities, and the new owner will come to collect. You had five years to enjoy your freedom, but you wasted your time chasing after a relationship that simply could not be. Now, the demon is here, ready to collect your tarnished soul and drag you to damnation. However, before he takes you away, you make one final request. Will the demon fulfill it? Or will you spend the rest of eternity in the dark?Ā
Unsure of what it feels like for someone to have as much love for you as you do for them.
ā£ Pairing: Demon!Namjoon x Witch!Female Reader
ā£ Genre: supernatural, fantasy, magic, heavy angst, smut, horror, slight unrequited love, a drop of fluff, a hint of romance, strangers to lovers trope, demon au
ā£ Word Count: 13k
ā£ Rating: R & only intended for mature audiences
ā£ Warnings: (dark themes, bdsm themes, and hard kinks ahead.) mild violence, blood, a small bit of mild gore(nothing too bad), arson, a hint religious themes, pining and unrequited love, injuries, demonic/Satanic themes, witchcraft, black magic, minor character death(no one we will miss), shunning/exile, kissing, rough sex, unproctected sex, Dom!Namjoon/Sub!Reader, impact play, anal, anal play, multiple orgasms, controlled orgasms, temperature play, creampie, deep throating, face fucking, slight double penetration, biting/scratching/marking, branding, degradation/humiliation, corruption kink, oral sex(m & f receiving), fingering, Namjoon has a demon dick that I personally adore, hot semen(because heās a demon), pet names, dirty talk and name calling, breath play/choking, invisible restraints(itās magic), crying, begging, doggystyle, missionary, kitchen sex, implied cockwarming, impreg kink, spit play, size kink, intense orgasms, pain kink, squirting, praise kink, Namjoon has a split tongue, Sir kink, nipple play, bulge kink, belly inflation, pregnancy, revenge served at its coldest, possessive sex, suggestive language, mind games, a happy ending per hostās request lol
ā£ A/N: I would first like to give a big shoutout to @jamaisjoonsā for not only hosting this amazing Namkook Moonrise MasqueradeĀ collab, but for also making this beautiful banner. Thank you for being a great host and making this event fun and interesting!Ā My next shoutout goes to the lovely sweetheart @bangtanhomeā you have no idea how much I appreciate you. Thank you so much for beta reading this for me on a short notice. I swear this story would be nothing without you. Please check out the rest of the participants, and also tell me what you think of this story. Iād really love some feedback. Thanks! Please enjoy!
pairings: sugar daddy! Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Oikawa x fem reader
cw: dom! x sub! reader, brat tamer in Iwaizumiās fingering, clit slapping, mutual masturbation (m+f), exhibitionism, pillow tribbing, nipple play, use of video, daddy kink in kuroo's, implied age gap (hq guys are late 30ās-early 40ās; reader is mid 20ās)
tags: @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @nanaminshousewife @angwritez @aylablack15 (if you wanna be added, just send me an ask)
Sugar Daddy!Iwaizumi loves when you throw tantrums. He finds it all the most alluring, fueling the dominance within his veins. Either itās Every bit of attitude, pout, and sass you give him, he absorbs it, keeping careful count of each occurrence.
Unbeknownst to you, Iwaizumi finds such joy in your little tantrums, the heel of your pearly white stilettos piercing into the flooring of the store when he denies you of that purse you need āoh soā much. He chuckles intently, guiding his pouty princess back out to the car with the driver waiting patiently.
He gives you a few minutes to calm down, soothing you with soft pecks along the crook of your neck. He knows exactly what gets your legs spreading and those hips bucking in the air. His girthy digits drift down to your panties, ripping the gossamer material to the side. Iwaizumi toys with your clit for a while, sighing at how easily the tender bud slips against his calloused pads. Itās satisfying to the both of you, giving birth to the arousal brewing at the pit of your belly.
āSuch a mess youāre making on my fingers. So fucking cute,ā he grins, teasing the slit of your cunt with pulsing fingers. Just when you prepare yourself mentally for the delicious stretch, an abrupt jab of pain distracts you.
All that you could do was allow a whimper to fly from out your lips, the slap immediately cause a stinging reaction. Your eyes flutter open, peering down at Iwaizumiās hand reeling back to land another slap, the palm of his hand glimmering in your slick. Iwaizumi kept his lips at your ear, his warm breath nipping at the shell.
āDonāt you ever embarrass me in public like that again, or else Iāll fuck the reminder into that thick skull of yours.ā
Sugar Daddy!Kuroo loves when you call his name. He swears it fills his stomach with innocent butterflies, hearing his bubbly muse coo out his name.
Itās a cute purr, flows right off your tongue, and ends in a smile that could make Kuroo empty out his bank account right in that moment. He likes to play dumb sometimes, claiming his hearing fades in and out from time to time. Kuroo always stands tall and giddy with perked ears, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
Kuroo especially loves when you call out to him for his services, ranging in a multitude of forms. His favorite one, of course, is when your orgasm hinges at the tips of your freshly manicured toes, the nerves prickling at the surface of your supple skin.
With his cock buried so deep inside yourāhisācunt, it drags along your walls with such intensity. But Kuroo doesnāt dare to increase the pace, his hips lagging at a languid drive. Not as it even matters, even without using a pummelling force Kuroo still managed to have your body on edge.
āAww, whatās wrong, Angelface? Use your words, what do you want from me?ā Heāll taunt, using those thick fingers of his to squeeze your cheek together, forcing out a wet pucker from you drooling lips. Itās all just overwhelming, the heat of the room, his hunkering frame shadowing above your own. Your thoughts werenāt your own, only scraps compiled to filled your mush turned brain.
Your hands claw at his forearm, yet proving his resolve to be stronger than your own. It wasnāt your fault, it was Kurooās stubborn ego, acting as the driving effort to see that his needs are met. Kuroo lays a trail of pecks up to your neck, lingering along your jawline and ending at your cheek, each one dressed with apathy. His words are just teasing, the only solace being his hitching pants warming the shell of your ear as he spoke smugly.
āSay it with me now, Te-tsu-rou. Cāmon Baby, say it for Daddy. Tell me just how bad you wanna cum all over my cock.ā
Sugar Daddy! Oikawa loves when you send him pictures. Itās a boost of confidence, sending the man photos whenever you decide to frilly yourself up for the day. Even if itās just running to the store, Oikawa wants it all. He loves to have a collection of his precious baby looking her best, making up for all the times he couldnāt join you.
Whether heās away for work or tucked away in a stuffy hotel room, heās swiping through his file of photos reserved just for you and that gorgeous smile. Yet when itās the ungodly hours of the night, heās upping his game from pictures to full blown videos, even video-calls to please his fancy.
Each one of these calls consist of you, dollied up and dressed in his favorite set of lingerie. It barely leaves anything to his imagination, aiding the growing impatience that comes with age. All he ever has is one request from you, quite simple as well.
All Oikawa wants is your pleasure, even from hundreds of miles away.
So you follow his request to the āTā, propping the front camera of your phone against the headboard of your bed, leaving nothing but you and his pillow on the bed. Your inner thighs scrape along the plush fabric towards your body, your hips rutting into the cotton.
You knew that keeping a constant pace was key to your impending high, the soft moans flowing from your mouth like a crystal clear stream of the purest water. One hand kept at your breasts, rolling the hardening buds to their peaks. Oikawa had his sights pinned on you, watching your desperate search for a climax unfold before him.
āFeels good, right Princess?ā Heāll ask with a heavy chest, Oikawa wincing at how rough the palm of his hand was. It was nothing like your touch, the plush skin of your digits that would struggle to hold his length. He was struck by an off sense of nostalgia, memories of his salacious youth being re-lived with each uncaring stroke of his fist.
Just to even come close to your touch, Oikawa removed bits of his barreling strength, the pad of his thumb swiping at the blushing head of his dribbling cock. He bit his lip greedily, his ears piqued for your reply.
You hum in response, clutching at the mass in between your fist. It did feel nice, working yourself into an orgasm through the rolls of your hips. The satin pillowcase dragged along your clit, taunting the sensitive bud with its smooth material. You buried your cunt deeper into the pillow, searching for some form of friction to throw you down the spiral of hysteria.
āI-Iām so close, wanna cum with you, āRu,ā you mewled out, increasing your mere nudges to erratic grindings of desire. Oikawa could only growl in return, the frustration of his inadequate touch pitting him against time.
He tossed his head back, the apple of his throat rising and falling at staggering paces. At the final moments of his stability, Oikawa groaned out his final request of the night, something you couldnāt attempt to defy.
āCum for me, Pretty. You better make a fucking mess for me to come back to, got it?ā
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Vampire Jungkook, Stalking, Obsession, Manipulation, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Fear, Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Mind games, Tormenting the MC, Discussions of discovering dead bodies, Jungkook frightens the mc, Jungkook watches the mc sleep
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.Ā
Preview: Ā There was someone crouched down in between the trees and ferns. It wasnāt a stance that had suggested they had fallen or were looking for something, it resembled that of a predator patiently waiting for itās innocent prey to come stumbling by. You could make out a few of its features, although it was mostly concealed by the greenery. Pale flesh stretched over itās limbs, so light that it appeared like it hadnāt ever seen a ray of sunlight. There was a mop of unruly, dark curls poking out from the leaves, and worst of all, piercing red eyes that were staring back into your own. They resembled thick pools of blood, a deep crimson color that forced trembles throughout your once still form. You were certain you were staring into the eyes of a demon, there was no way that was a human hiding in there
A/N: Did anybody ask for a supernatural AU? The answer is no but I wrote it anyways and scared the shit out of myself. I hope you enjoy it if you read it, I finished this surprisingly quickly and it was really fun! My fingers are numb now though and Iām going to bed. Also, this is my first fic post Bouquet Series! Happy reading, I canāt wait for asks and to see you in the comments šš
The scent of sulfur was thick in the air.
Your fingers fiddled with the string of your one untied shoelace as you gazed up into the sky from your spot seated on the covered porch. You gently leaned your face into your hand, cupping the full flesh as you rested your elbow on your bent knee, your other leg extended out in front of you as you rolled your ankle from side to side.
It was raining now, the soft tapping of the rain against the soil would have been enough of a melody to send you off to sleep had it not been for the sudden crack of lightning that shattered and broke off creating thin scars in the sky.Ā
You loved the smell of rain, sweet yet earthy, it reminded you of home. You closed your eyes for a moment, listening to the rain and the soft rumble of thunder in the sky. You could hear the light creak of the old wooden porch swing mere feet away from you before another flash lit up the sky, this time far brighter than before spurring your eyes to snap open and trace each splinter of light.Ā
You then began to count; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - another flash. The storm was about a mile away, this was a neat trick your grandfather had taught you years ago. You knew it wouldnāt be long before the light rain developed into an angry torrent and you would be forced back inside. The storms there werenāt very forgiving and it wouldnāt be surprising if the rain began to slant and drenched you completely through.Ā
With a soft sigh you drew both your legs to your chest and settled your chin on top of your knees, determined to remain in your spot until you had to retreat into the warmth and safety of your house. You loved your house dearly, it had been your grandparents before they moved down south and was then passed onto your parents. The siding which was once a pure white was now faded and peeling away at the corners from years of weathering. The porch swing was creaky and wobbly, and the stairsteps squeaky and in need of a fix. But you still loved it.Ā
You probably loved the backyard the most though, it was relatively large and melted into the edge of the forest behind it. The trees had been there far longer than the house and now towered over it. It was a little alcove away from everyone else, and at one point you had treasured that. But now with your parents gone, headed south to help take care of your grandmother who had just had her second heart surgery, it was far too quiet and incredibly lonely. There was something undeniably eerie about the house, now that it was empty like the life had left with your parents. But you knew you couldnāt be selfish, your grandparents needed help and you had school. Classes didnāt stop for just you.Ā
You raised your hands from your legs, pressing them palms down against the porch beneath you. You swiped the grainy planks of wood mindlessly before you pushed off of the ground, the rain had finally arrived in heavy, thick, wet streams. That was your queue to retreat back into the empty, quiet house behind you.Ā
