A wife's moment of weakness is a husband's greatest threat. A transgression that Mr. Jeon settles only through a night of sin, whiskey, and cold, calculated penance.
Pairing - Husband! Jungkook x Wife! Reader
Warnings - dark, possessive, ice play, dirty smut, crawling on knees, begging,punishment, body shots, smut, dark romance, licking, sucking, biting, marking, eating out.
ONESHOT.
For the hundredth time that evening, Jungkook offered a razor-sharp, practiced smile to the vultures circling him—men who called themselves business alliances but smelled only of greed and expensive scotch. His hand remained anchored to the small of your back, a possessive, heavy weight that signaled you were his most prized acquisition. To the world, it was a gesture of affection; to you, it was the gilded cage of the Jeon dynasty.
As he maneuvered through the crowd, effortlessly pivoting the conversation toward his next multi-billion dollar venture, you played your part with surgical precision. You were the silent porcelain doll, the perfect wife crafted in the image of high-society expectations. You spoke only when the silence required a feminine touch, your voice a rehearsed melody that never hit a sour note.
The union of the Jeon and your family wasn’t a romance; it was a merger. A cold, calculated transaction written in ink and sealed with a diamond that felt like lead on your finger. In this world, love was a liability, and vulnerability was a weakness neither of you could afford.
Jungkook was a man of shadows and spreadsheets, not sonnets. He didn’t whisper endearments in the dark; instead, he showed his devotion through the clinical perfection of his care. It was in the way a vintage Cartier box would appear on your vanity after a cold week, or the way he’d pull out your chair at a Michelin-starred restaurant with a gaze that lingered just a second too long to be merely polite.
You reciprocated in the only language you were taught: devotion. You were the ghost in the foyer, waiting for the low hum of his engine at 2:00 AM. You were the architect of his comfort, ensuring his favorite meal was steaming the moment he shed his heavy blazer, providing a sanctuary of silence for a man who spent his days at company.
You were raised to be the ultimate trophy, and he was born to rule. Together, you were a masterpiece of complication—two souls bound by gold, drifting in a sea of dark money and unspoken desires.
"It is an honor to finally meet the Jeon heir," Mr. Choi remarked, his voice smooth with the practiced sycophancy of a man looking for a lucrative partnership.
Jungkook offered a curt, regal nod of acknowledgment, his handshake firm—a silent assertion of dominance. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Choi."
"Allow me to introduce my family," Choi continued, gesturing to the figures beside him. "My wife, and my son."
The heir to the Choi fortune stepped forward, his gaze far too bold for the company he kept. "Hello, I’m Kai." His eyes didn’t settle on Jungkook; instead, they drifted to you, trailing over your features with a slow, predatory interest. "And this… this must be Mrs. Jeon."
You offered a polite nod, extending a hand that he held a fraction of a second too long. In the world of the ultra-wealthy, attention is a currency, and Kai was overspending.
Jungkook appeared immersed in the dry complexities of the merger, playing the role of the stoic visionary to perfection. But beneath the charcoal wool of his bespoke suit, his muscles turned to granite. He felt the shift in the air—the way your pulse jumped, the faint, traitorous heat that climbed your neck under Kai’s unwavering stare.
Without breaking eye contact with the elder Choi, Jungkook’s arm tightened around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip—a silent, bruising reminder of who you belonged to.
He cut a sharp, questioning glance toward Kai, his brow arching in a silent challenge that screamed danger.
Kai, sensing the sudden drop in temperature, merely shrugged and excused himself, but the damage was done.
The tension in Jungkook’s frame was no longer professional; it was primal. He loathed the idea of being threatened, but he loathed even more the fact that a stranger had managed to elicit a physical reaction from his wife that he hadn't authorized.
As the clock struck midnight and the room began to empty of its gilded ghosts, Jungkook leaned in. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, his breath a scorching contrast to his icy demeanor. "Let’s go."
It wasn't a suggestion.
The ride back to the penthouse was suffocating. Jungkook sat in a power sprawl, one arm draped heavily over your shoulders while his other hand rested on your thigh—his thumb tracing circles that felt more like a countdown than a caress. His eyes were fixed on the neon blur of the city, dark and unreadable.
When the elevator doors hissed open to the penthouse, the silence was deafening. Jungkook moved with a lethargic, predatory grace, shedding his armor.
The silk tie was ripped free; the watch—a piece of machinery that cost more than most homes, was tossed onto the dresser. He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the hard, tattooed expanse of his chest.
You stood by the edge of the bed, rooted to the spot. There was something hypnotic about the way he dismantled his own perfection, the beast slowly emerging from the businessman.
"Whiskey," he commanded. A single word, jagged and low.
You moved instantly, pouring his preferred label over two cubes of ice, your hands trembling just enough to make the crystal clink. When you turned back, he was settled in the velvet armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window, legs spread in a deliberate display of his boner. He wasn't hiding his hunger anymore.
He lit a cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light. The smoke curled around him like a shroud as he exhaled, his gaze pinned to you. You cursed yourself, cursed the momentary flush that had sparked this fire.
He set the cigarette aside and took the glass from you, swirling the amber liquid, the ice clicking against the glass like a ticking clock.
You felt the sudden urge to retreat, to find safety in the bathroom, to disappear into the sheets. You took one tentative step back, then another.
"And where are you going?"
The voice was a low growl, laced with a cold, simmering fury that froze the blood in your veins. The Jeon heir was gone; only the man remained, and he wasn't finished with you.
Silence was your only defense, though it was crumbling. Your fingers curled into the expensive satin of your gown, the fabric bunching as you fought to stay upright under the suffocating weight of his gaze.
Between your thighs, a traitorous ache began to throb; Jungkook hadn’t even touched you, yet he was already undoing you with a single look.
"I asked you a question." He arched a brow, the movement slow and deliberate as he took a sip of the amber liquid. His eyes traveled over you like a predator surveying a boundary, mapping out every inch of your skin.
"The… bathroom," you whispered, the lie tasting like ash.
"You know I loathe the scent of a threat," he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, dangerous rumble. "What is mine stays mine. Exclusively." He drained the glass in one caustic swallow, the ice clinking against his teeth before he held it out. He didn't ask for a refill; he demanded it.
As you moved toward the decanter, his hand stayed you with a sharp gesture. "No. Strip. Keep the diamonds. Keep the heels on." A dark, sinful smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back. "Crawl to me, Mrs. Jeon. And when you get here, you’re going to pour that whiskey over yourself."
The depravity of his words sent a violent shiver down your spine, your body reacting before your mind could even protest. With trembling hands, you reached for the zipper of your dress. The satin hissed as it pooled around your silver heels, leaving you exposed in the dim light of the penthouse. You unhooked your lace bra, your skin flushing a deep, feverish pink under his scrutiny.
Jungkook lit another cigarette, the smoke curling around his head like a halo for a fallen angel. He watched the way your chest heaved, his eyes lingering on the damp heat between your thighs, the slick evidence of your want. He inhaled deeply, his gaze dropping to your mound before he slowly licked his lips, his own hunger becoming impossible to hide beneath the fine fabric of his trousers.
"On your knees," he rasped.
You sank to the floor, the cold marble a shock against your skin as you began the long crawl toward him. He watched the rhythmic sway of your hips and the heavy weight of your breasts with a terrifying sort of satisfaction. This was the only version of you he wanted the world to never see: broken, beautiful, and belonging entirely to him.
"Just like a loyal wife," he murmured as you reached his chair. He didn't reach out to help you; the torture was in his restraint. He gestured with a flick of his finger for you to climb into his lap. You obeyed, straddling his thick thighs, the bottle of whiskey heavy in your hand.
"Pour it."
You tilted the bottle, the cool sting of the alcohol splashing over your collarbones, trailing down the curves of your breasts and pooling in the dip of your navel. You let out a broken moan, your head falling back. "Jungkook..."
"Don't stop," he commanded, though he finally broke. His mouth crashed against your skin, his tongue lapping up the expensive drink from your aching nipples. He sucked and bit, marking the skin he had just cleaned, his hands finally gripping your waist to hold you still for his feast.
He grew tired of the lap, roughly shoving you back onto the mahogany table behind him. He spread your legs wide, his eyes dark with a manic sort of possessiveness. He bit into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you cry out, before looking up to glare at you.
"Shut the fuck up," he growled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "You don't deserve a gentle touch tonight. Not after you let another man see you blush."
Before you could respond, a shocking bolt of cold hit your core. You gasped, your eyes flying open as you saw the ice cube from his glass in his hand. He pressed the frozen square against your swollen folds, swirling it in agonizing circles.
The contrast of his hot, ragged breath against your neck and the freezing ice between your legs sent you over the edge, your body jolting in a frantic, desperate rhythm as he watched you come undone in a mess of frost and fire.
"For the second time? Already unraveling for me?" He whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against the sensitive skin of your thigh. He kept the ice moving in agonizingly slow circles around your clit and entrance, teasing the threshold of your pleasure but never allowing you to cross it. You were chasing a ghost, and he was the one holding the leash.
"Jungkook," you choked out, your nails digging into the expensive fabric of his shirt as you fought to stay grounded.
Your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth found your nipple, but the sudden, sharp shock of a fresh ice cube pressed against your navel forced them open. He was looking up at you, a sinful, dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Do you like it, Mrs. Jeon?" he rasped, his eyes gleaming with the triumph of your undone state.
You cried out as he latched back onto your breast, his tongue swirling in sync with the freezing pressure at your core. The high was building again, a frantic, desperate peak, only for him to pull the ice away at the last possible second.
He moved upward, slowly slurping the melting droplets from your navel, his tongue trailing fire where the ice had just been.
"Jungkook! Please!" you whined, your body arching off the table in a silent plea for friction, for heat, for him.
He ignored your begging, reaching for the whiskey bottle once more. He poured a slow, amber stream over your stomach, watching with hooded, predatory eyes as it flowed down into your folds.
He leaned in, lapping the whiskey directly from your skin. Then, he pressed another cube against your entrance, rubbing it in punishing circles while his tongue worked with surgical precision against your clit.
"I’m… I’m close! Please!" You screamed, your head tossing back against the mahogany surface.
Jungkook gave you one final, deep lick—a taste of the heaven you were dying for—before he deliberately pulled back. He rubbed his nose against your slick, swollen pussy, inhaling your scent, and then sat back in his armchair, his hands resting casually on the armrests.
The sudden void was physical. Your eyes widened, your body jolting with the sheer, unfinished Need. "Jungkook! Please… make me cum… I’m begging you…"
He didn't move. He simply watched you—legs spread, body trembling, a masterpiece of ruin on his dining table. "Take the cube," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.
With shaking fingers, you reached for the crystal bowl, plucking a fresh cube of ice.
"Rub it," he prompted, his gaze fixed on the way your hand moved between your legs. You obeyed, the freezing sting of the ice clashing with the internal fire of your climax.
You moaned, a broken, rhythmic sound that filled the room until the high finally broke over you. You came violently, your body shuddering as you collapsed, your own hands and the table beneath you a mess of melted ice and spent desire.
You panted, feeling the release, the comfort of the aftermath. But Jungkook’s smirk only widened as he reached for the bowl again.
"Again."
The word hit you like a physical weight. You looked at him, realizing with a jolt of heat and horror exactly what your punishment for the night was going to be. He wasn't going to touch you; he was going to watch you break yourself over and over until the sun came up.
When Love Felt Like Rain: Soft, Healing, Unending ♡
Pairing - Bf Jimin × Gf Reader
Genre - Slowburn
Warnings - Smut ( minors are advised not to interact)
Summary- Your Long term boyfriend finally made love to you ❤️.
Masterlist
The road stretched endlessly under the dim orange of the setting sun. The air between was warm, soft ,the kind of silence that had grown familiar over months of this relationship and little acts of intimacy- holding hands, soft kisses, warm hugs , cozy cuddles , hot makeout sessions but never the real act .
Jimin and you were driving back from your little weekend trip ,the kind of trip that left unspoken things heavier than luggage. The music on the radio hummed low, matching the rhythm of their hearts that refused to fall in sync.
Then, the car gave a sputter , a small jerk and stopped.
Jimin frowned, hitting the steering lightly.
“Great,” Jimin muttered. “Middle of nowhere.”
You looked out through the windshield — just empty fields, dusky sky, and the faint promise of rain. “Maybe there’s a motel somewhere nearby,” you said softly trying to calm the situation as Jimin's worries faded at your soft assuring voice .
You both got out and decided to find a motel nearby to stay the night .
You walked down the road as wind carried the scent of wet earth before the first drop fell.
Soon It began with a drizzle as you looked at the sky and gasped.
" Oh no!" Jimin felt the water drops across him as he looked towards you worrying .
Soon the sky broke open and within minutes, you both were drenched — clothes clinging to skin, hair plastered, eyes glittering with a mix of rain and something deeper. You squealed, half laughing, half shivering.
“This is insane!” you said giggling , wrapping your arms around yourself . Jimin grins at your reaction, God! You are so adorable.
You noticed his gaze , that same gaze u’d felt countless times, the one that always made ur heart stumble.
“Stop staring,” u whispered, smiling faintly.
“I Can’t, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me” he said, almost under his breath holding your hand pecking ur knuckles so lovingly ,your heart warmed up. You looked down shyly but then you noticed how his shirt is all drenched and sticking to his well sculpted body and peaking abs , you gulped turning hot as you looked away.
He pulled you closer to him by your waist as your breath hitched and placed a kiss on your lips before removing his coat and covering you .
" Let's go , I don't want my girl to fall ill." You blushed at his 'my girl'.
He holds your shoulder and pulls you in his arms as you both conti your journey to search the motel.
The rain softened, turning into a mist as u both finally spotted the dim glow of a motel sign ahead.
Soon u reached the reception of the motel all drenched, u were alloted a room.
The motel room was small — wooden walls, a single bed, and a little fireplace flickering in the corner. The air smelled faintly of pine and something old, something warm.
Jimin shut the door behind him, shaking his hair dry like a boy, droplets landing everywhere as you giggle at how adorable your boyfriend is.
" Go get freshenup __ !" Jimin insists
" But Jimin y-"
" What ? You want me to join you ?" He smirked as he teased tucking a wet hair strand behind ur ear . Your cheeks turned hot as you quickly shake your head .
" I-I was saying that , wait near fire place or you will make yourself sick."
" So you don't want me to join you." Jimin pouts playfully pulling your leg as your cheeks and ears turns red and you started fidgeting with your fingers nervously trying to form words . Suddenly a warm hand cups your face .
" I am kidding, my love . I would never want you to do anything that you are not comfortable at, hmm? Your comfort is my priority. " Your heart melts as you look into his eyes which were shining with so much honesty. You lean and peck his cheek before leaving for washroom.
Finally after getting freshen up Jimin sat beside you on bed , you both were in bath towels as both of ur clothes were still drying . You pull him closer searching for warmth as u snuggled closer to him placing your head on his chest .
You both were breathing heavily as air around you turned hot and that was the moment u decided to initiate things between u both because Jimin would never as he cares for you and your comfort alot . He has assured you at the begning of your relationship that he would never force himself on you , if u ever feel ready to take things ahead with him then you just have to initiate and he will take the lead . You hear thunder storms in the background, it will start raining again anytime soon.
You lift your head up looking into his eyes as you both stare at the new profound desire in eachother's eyes , u connect ur forehead with his and stay like that for a while . Jimin takes u into a deep passionate kiss. He just doesn't kisses but eats u as u moan in his mouth. He sucks on ur tongue as ur toes curl on that sensation.
You hold his bathrobe pulling him even closer and tap his shoulder on being out of breath as he parts with eyes still fixed on your lips.
He bites his lips as he goes for another kiss.
" Shit! I won't get tired of them ever ." He mumbles in your mouth.
You chuckle in between the kiss as you wrap ur arms around his neck moaning in between the kiss. Jimin's hand travelled inside ur bathrobe to hold ur bare waist, he careesed ur waist with his thumb and ur eyes flutters at the sensation.
You push him back being out of breath as Jimin chuckles pecking ur forehead.
" Don't worry you will soon get used to holding your breath a little longer because we will practise it everyday."
He taps his lips and then looks down at that area of him.
" Oh God! Jimin you are such a pervert!!"
You shout closing ur eyes as Jimin breaks into laughter at ur flustered state.
You get up and throw pillows at him as he dodges them successfully.
You gasp as he holds ur wrist and pulls u under him on bed laying u on ur back.
He looks at u from head to toe as he leans towards ur ear and whispers " You look better under me!" You get flustered hitting his arm playfully.
" Jimin!!" You shout
Jimin chuckles at ur flustered state. He moves back a little as he cups ur cheeks and careeses them with his thumbs looking into ur eyes intently. " I love you__"
You hold his shoulders to stable yourself as his words were enough to break a emotional storm inside you .
He pecks ur forehead as ur eyes glistens and a tear escapes ur eyes but Jimin is quick to wipe it off.
" I love you too Jiminie, more than anything!"
You hear under thunder and sound of rain pouring down but you both were too busy to hear that . He leans down to rub his nose on yours affectionately and moves back to looks into ur eyes . Your breath accelerated as his eyes darkens with desire , lust and love mirroring urs.
You nod slowly as he dips his head in the crook of ur neck as you sigh at his hot breath and soft breaths . Slowly almost teasingly his hands starts opening the rope of ur bathrobe. He opens it but still doesn't looks down to avoid making you uncomfortable all of a sudden . Your heart melts at his gesture as you pull him closer holding his bathrobe to whisper in his ear " Go ahead! Don't stop love, make me yours."
Jimin's eyes shines as he holds your palm.
" You trust me with that __? Are you sure. I-I don't want you to regret anything later specially this special moment of ours. Please be sure love."
Your heart warms up.
" I wasn't more sure ever, ever in my life. I want you in every way possible. Be mine Jimin."
Jimin's heart almost bursts at that as he pecks at the back of ur hand.
He pressed his lips on your kissing you deeply , his kisses travels down from ur lips to ur neck towards collarbones .
He blows air at one of your nipple -you arched your back fluttering your eyes shut for few seconds before looking back at him , he circled it slowly with the tip of his finger teasingly and flicked it side to side . You moaned loudly as he pinched it with a playful glint in his eyes . He takes it in his mouth without breaking the eye contact sucking it while playing with other nipple with his hand , eliciting beautiful moans from you which travelled straight to his member as it twitched . He gave sane treatment to the other nipple sucking them to his hearts content .
" You are so beautiful my love, so so beautiful! "
He pecks every part of your body running his hands tracing your curves as u sigh relishing in his touch closing ur eyes.
He lays u down again after getting rid of ur and his bathrobe. He starts kissing your neck sucking and licking down on his way as u turn ur head to side to give him more access . You watched how rain dribbled outside the window making you want to lose herself in the arms of ur lover then those thunders which want u to pay attention to this moment of intimacy between u both .
He sucks at a particular spot making u part ur lips as u moan gripping the hair of his nape scratching -making him groan.
He settles himself in between ur legs as u run ur nails teasingly along his back making him sigh. Ypu press his hips more into you and moan on feeling his hardon above ur pussy .
He chuckles a bit.
" Someone's Impatient!"
" J-Jimin please! Enough of the teasings now !"
He bites his lip as he smiles.
He pecks ur lips as he positions himself at ur entrance and with one smooth thrust he enters .
" Shit!.. So tight , fits like a glove !!" Jimin moans
You moan along with him loudly closing your eyes shut.
He placed his head in the crook of ur neck to give you sometime to adjust , his hot breaths were sending shivers down ur spine.
" Y-You can move now."
He starts with slow thrusts as his cock rubs against your velvety walls slowly making u go crazy and u feel all the ridges and veins of his cock in the process which makes her toes curl in pleasure. It was slow , sensual and so consuming .
He cups ur face and takes u into a sloppy kiss to distract you from pain as he increases his pace gripping the headrest .
You grip his hair as you moan and mewl uncontrollably with sounds of rain and thunder in the background increasing the desire of u both even more .
He groans loudly in pleasure as u clench around him.
" Relax love relax!.." He chuckles softly pecking your lips multiple times connecting ur foreheads later as u both close ur eyes basking in eachother's love .
" I love you, I love you the most __"
You smile as ur eyes glistened.
" I love you so much more Jimine"
You runs ur hand on his back. He holds your legs throwing them on his shoulders , angling his hips again pounding into you at a deeper angle as your eyes rolls back , you clench the bedsheet in your fingers . " Shit! I am close Minnie, I am close." You gasp for air at his punishing pace .
" Jimin!" You cry at the overwhelming pleasure.
" Let it go darling, I am there too."
You arch your back and climax around him.
"Fuck! So hot ." He stares at you in awe.
Jimin groans reaching his own climax as he tries to pull out but u grab his hips preventing him from pulling out as his eyes widens .
" No! No!! Please! Please give it to me, I am on pills. "
He groans loudly at the thought of bursting inside her. .
" Oh baby you will make me go crazy this way. Want me to fill you nice and good ? You want to roam around with my cum leaking between your legs ? "
You mewl at his dirty words turning on even more -you nod quickly.
"Shit! I'll give it to you , I'll give it to you all . Stuff you good with my cum , plant my seeds deep inside your tight walls , make you round with my kids . "
He groans as he bursts inside you making you climax a second time at the thought of carrying his baby though you both know that in reality you are on your pills but it just felt good to think about having a baby together for a while .
He falls on ur chest breathing heavily , u run your hands through his hair soothingly and u both stay like that for a while feeling eachother being connected in the most intimate and closest way possible .
He gets up after a while cleaning you and himself.
He lays down as he opens his arms for u, u immediately rush into his arms and enjoy his aftercare as he showers u with kisses and praises while caressing ur back to sooth you.
That night witnessed the completion of another lovestory ♡ as u both were drenched in eachother's love .
18+ . bts rp . jm x anyone (cross-over ships allowed)
hi! after some weeks of writer’s block + my pc being broken, my jimin muse is back again! i’m only looking to write as him in m x m plots.
゛⸝⸝ ⋆ plot / dynamic ideas
i basically only write jimin as dom or dom leaning. i love the dynamic of “im large, but he’s in charge,” so that also tends to show the types of ships i like.
as for plots, i love love love dark and gritty plots. i love writing characters that have a lot going on. i also love writing morally grey or straight up evil characters. but it’s not all i write! i’m up for a lot and would love to discuss ideas!! my all-time favourite things are always vampires and non-traditional omegaverse (like dom omega x sub alpha).
゛⸝⸝ ⋆ writing style
on average, i tend to write around 300 words per reply. i can do more and sometimes less, but i tend to get bored doing short, fast-paced replies. i also only write in 3rd person perspective, both past and present tense. if you’d like examples, i can send my most recent replies in private!
゛⸝⸝ ⋆ end
if you’re interested in writing with me, please interact with this post or reach out directly! i only rp on discord and i usually make a server for us to write in.
I (23F) am looking for a long-term roleplay partner. I'll try to keep this as short as possible...we can discuss the details later.
Most importantly, I am 23 years old, so you have to be 18 at the minimum. I will NOT interact with minors under any circumstances.
My writing style is 3rd person present tense (though I can do past tense as well). I'd say I'm somewhere between semi literate and literate depending on how the roleplay is going. I don't like replies that are just one sentence but due to work and just life in general, I also can't write 5 paragraphs for each reply. So, anything in between that is fine for me.
I work an 8 to 4 job, but I always try to reply at least once a day. On weekends, I can manage a few more replies usually, though on Saturdays I'm rarely online. If I'll be absent for a couple of days, I'll let you know and I'd appreciate if you could do the same.
As for plots, I'm open for pretty much anything. The only thing I really don't like is alpha/beta/omega dynamics and fantasy in general. I have a strong preference for dark plots with lots of hurt/comfort, NSFW content and angst mixed with fluff, so it would be awesome if you would share that sentiment. We can talk about our limits, of course, and I will respect your boundaries if we end up as partners. You should be able to handle smut, though.
Please interact with this post or message me directly so I know you're interested!
I exclusively do mxm ships. No OCs please. I'll list the ships I do below (canonically underaged characters need to be aged up obviously):
this blog is for of finding bts writing partners.
this post is open to be interacted with if there's interest at any point even if my status is "closed".
please do not interact with me if you are not understanding of delays in replies, periods of silence / inactivity. this account is checked infrequently.
i write on discord only. almost usually active. if I am not, it's communicated.
preferably searching for those 26+ ( minors please do not interact )
no triggers to current knowledge
member x member only. nsfw friendly, but its always optional. i can write all of ot7. also open to using them as faceclaims.
novella/lit to simple/casual para writer. 2-3 paragraphs max, but prioritize matching what my partner provides / prefers.
open to all ships, all situations. poly / mumus welcomed
i value communication, EQUAL & ACTIVE collaboration. so if you can't do either or tend to ghost please don't approach.
my carrd with more detailed info + writing samples — reading isn't mandatory but encouraged. gives best scope of how I operate as a partner.
if you're interested in writing, feel free to message me here or like this post and i'll reach out to you. ⋆⁺｡
status: closed
current plot wishlist: --
updated: june 16 2026
STILL OPEN!! (as of JUNE ‘26) currently searching for long term BTS rp partners !!
hi !! i’m currently looking for some 18+ BTS rps. i write 1v1 (open to OT7 rps too!!) and i don’t do doubles sorry. i am also open to nsfw content. and usually write three to four paragraphs over on discord. i usually pick taehyung as my fc (and i am open to writing as the other members e.g jungkook & jimin) i would LOVE taekook or jikook but i’m open to ANY ship !!
it’s been awhile since i’ve written any mxm ships, so i would like to write as the bottom/sub in the pair (although i am very open to moving into switching !!). i love slice of life aus, supernatural themes etc (also am open to a/b/o). but really would just love to get back into writing and i can’t wait to chat and plot with you all. like this post or send me a message !! 🩷
I am currently searching for new roleplay partners!
I am actually not really picky and I don’t expect too long texts, I am just looking for someone who doesn’t answer in just one line or one short sentence. I can easily adjust, if you’re into longer texts I can do that, if you prefer shorter texts? I can also do that.
I am mostly into fxm roleplays and I enjoy playing both. Haven’t done mxm in a while and never done fxf but I am open for anything to be honest, all I want is a little consistency.
Would be so fun to find someone to have a roleplay about BTS, ATEEZ, SEVENTEEN, P1Harmony or One Direction.
I always loved me some enemies to lovers, exes back to lovers or mafia roleplay - but when it comes to themes I am very open.
Either write me a dm if you’re interested or answer to this post and I will come to you!
