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— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v  wc; 4.6k 

notes; I’ve had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

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14 + namjoon x reader 🥺🥺🥺 ty queen erin haha get it 🥰🥰🥰

❪  💜  PROMPT !  ❫

It happens like this.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” So soft you almost miss it, lost to the beat that rattles the ice in your glass and acts as the soundtrack to your evening. Paired with a stare you can’t escape, held perfectly behind horn-rimmed spectacles and so much potential it steals your breath. He kisses you again, not two seconds later, and you think it must be true. Kim Namjoon has wanted to do this forever.

When he does it later - standing at the bar, searing heat burning through the cotton of your shirt - he’s unabashed, delighted, enamoured. He holds you recklessly close, caging you between himself and the countertop, lips sweeping star dust into your hair. Each kiss comes with a message, a murmur that plays Chopin’s Chopsticks with your heart. Variations of sweet nothings: your name, how much he adores your laugh, why he can’t believe you’d agreed to go on a date with him.

“I think I’m falling for you,” he murmurs, exactly one month and eight days later. It comes while his lips are still warm upon yours. You can taste the beer on his tongue, smell it on his breath. You’re intoxicated - but you think it might just be because of him. He’s better than any spirit, stronger than any liquor, turning your knees to jelly with just one look. Who needs to find love in the bottom of a bottle when it’s right here, nearly six feet tall in front of you?

Your eyes twinkle up at him when he repeats himself, draws his nose along the length of your cheek. He’s terribly sweet - refuses to let you go as the brevity of his words sink in. He’s asking you to catch him when he drops a kiss against your temple, brushes the curtain of your hair back. Hold me as tenderly as I hold you.

“Stay with me.” The evening is old, streaked with starlight and promise. You do easily, readily, curling into his arms like they’re your home, as if his bed is yours and the beat of his heart is what keeps you anchored. He holds you through the dark, single-handedly fights the demons that seek you out in the dead of night. When you wake, he’s still there and his touch is the first thing you feel, the kindest wake up call in the world.

He kisses you over and over - peppering bits of sunshine across your face, warmth spilling past his teeth like yellow paint. You imagine your cheeks are speckled with it, each freckle a physical reminder of his devotion, how desperately he adores you. (Enough for both of you, you think.)

“I love you.” His words find you on a Thursday evening, on your usual trek home. It’s paired with the sweetest kiss, the warmest hug. Namjoon laughs at your expression, eyes waning and mouth splitting into that smile that both breaks and mends your heart in perfect tandem. He repeats it when you blink up at him, perhaps a little dumbly. You should say it back, you know; by how he looks at you, you know he reads your answer already, plucks it straight from the hazy depths of your stare.

Sometimes, things don’t need to be said - only felt. You love him. You kiss him back - return it tenfold with teeth and tongue and a trembling heart.

This is how you fall in love.

That’s when Yoongi had won a real smile from you, wide and genuine.  That's when Yoongi made the mistake of looking at you for just a moment too long.  

At the beginning of this part, Yoongi wrote down a list of his mistakes, so now, I’ll give you a list of mine:

Thinking that I’ll be able to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to watch the BTS ON:E concert (I mean I did, I just fell back asleep for a few minutes before my brain woke me up again and I was like oh shi-)

Thinking that I would be able to study without taking a nap first (I napped for 3 more hours)

Thinking that I would be able to survive this part without catching feelings (my heart did a thing not even 100 words in)

Ana, I know that I say this a lot, but I’ll say it again. Your writing...Is fantastic. You are able to create this balance between giving enough to sate us, but not enough to keep us coming back for more. And in a way, I think this is how I view the relationship between Yoongi and the main character. 

Every word that’s ever come out of this man’s mouth is a lie -- but there’s something that feels honest about the way he’s looking at you right now.  Something that makes you feel seasick, unsteady.

Yoongi is mysterious. He’s witty. A smartass. But god do I love him and the character that you created for him. I understand why the main character is constantly thinking about him because his very presence just gets etched onto your mind and you can’t shake it off. It’s like an itch, where if you ignore it, it somehow gets more prominent but once you scratch at it, there’s this relief and it feels a bit easier to breathe. 

“Lactose intolerant people like milkshakes as much as the rest of us,” you argue.  “They just can’t tolerate them.”

“What are you, some kind of doctor?”

This part made me snort and giggle like an idiot, so thank you Ana for this. I honestly can’t wait to read more of this fantastic world that you built, and I also really love the cookie crumbs from Guilty. That was a nice touch and it made me nostalgic. 

Ana, I’m reaching through my screen right now to give you a billion forehead kisses. I miss writing to you and reading your stories, but I hope that soon I’ll be able to talk to you again and give you all of my love. I’m keeping you in my heart forever Ana and ILY!!! Thank you again for this!!!💕

greedy | myg x reader | chapter one: you like milkshakes?

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 4.3K

notes: confession, i am struggling these days with my insane attraction to min yoongi.  this guy has it all.  looks and talent and mystery and sweetness – he’s the total package. so i really wanted to give him a story in this AU that i’ve come to love so much and i truly hope you guys enjoy it.  

i also hope you guys know how much i appreciate every single one of you. i see your reblogs and comments and likes and i try to answer every one because it truly makes my day.  you guys make my day.

i could not post this fic without shouting out the amazing @hobi-gif because honestly, if hope didn’t read it, did i even write it? and i’m sending major love to three people who are such a source of laughter and support for me, @ladyartemesia​ @ppersonna @taetaewonderland. you guys keep me in stitches.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece!

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Yoongi had fucked up.

He’d misread the massive man’s approach, tracking him in one direction when the guy was actually headed in another.  That’s how the asshole managed to catch Yoongi off guard with one meaty fist to the face. 

It didn’t matter that it was hundreds of pounds of fat – not muscle – behind that punch.  It was wielding more than enough momentum to blow up the side of Yoongi’s face like a bomb. 

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➳ CLUELESS

╰ your friends’ annual halloween bash had all the makings of a true rager: good food, strong drinks, fun games... and just a dash of murder

:: inspired by the popular boardgame “clue” ::

pairing: reader x ???

genre: smau, crack horror, fluff, smut

status: ongoing

updates: mondays and fridays

a/n: it’s time for another chaotic halloween au and this one’s interactive, y’all!! some parts will contain choices that effect the end of the story and the romantic pairing, so stay sharp!! 👀🔍

🔍 part one - profiles

🔍 part two - skeleton peepees

🔍 part three - quite discheesed

🔍 part four - simp alert

Inner Needs

Description: You and your friend Jimin are the best of friends, brought together by similar circumstances and shared hobbies. When Jimin complains about being too stressed from work, you offer your services. 

Warnings: Dom/sub, switching, submissive!Jimin, dominant!reader, drinking, explicit language, edgeplay, breathplay, leashes, collars, sensory deprivation, blindfolds, light bondage, light sadism, orgasm delay/denial, dry orgasms, oral sex, face-sitting, face slapping, unsafe safe, whipping, reference to underage consensual sex. 

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word count: 16.8k

A/N: Pay close attention to all those tags y’all. After several years of imagining it, I finally wrote my first domme fic. :) My switch-self is pleased. Extremely so. This is dedicated to all my other dommes and switch dommes. For those who aren’t dominant-leaning, I hope you still enjoy! Also, major respect and press f in the chat for @jeolla-jagi​ who suffered through the editing of this. A born submissive with not an inkling to be a domme, she powered through this. Seriously, the girl is a certified brat and she thrives on it.

Happy, happy birthday to Jimin!!

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wallflower

Summary: It’s been too long since you’ve seen your boyfriend.

Words: 2k

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Warnings: bad feels, breakup, non-explicit sex

AN:  Part of the Berlin collection, companion to cactus (coming November 2020). All my thanks to @iniquitouspoppy​ for her unwavering support

True to his word (for once), he knocks on your door a minute later. You let him in, let him take in your dry hair, your bare face, your pajamas.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. You’re sorry a lot.”

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