Overdrive (m.)

— overdrive (m.)

notes › based on night world by lj smith.

pairing › jungkook/reader word count › 13,310 filed under › vampire au, soulmate au, smut

summary › you thought meeting jungkook was just a coincidence, but the universe didn’t deal in coincidences.

warnings/tags › vampire jungkook, werewolf jimin, human reader, possessiveness, enemies to lovers, jealousy, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking, dom jungkook, some manhandling.

“Who are you?” you asked, startled, when you walked into your living room after a full day of classes and saw a boy you’ve never seen before sitting on your couch.

He turned his head just a few inches in your direction, bringing his hand up lazily and wiggling his fingers at you. You stayed by the door, something about this stranger putting you on edge immediately. Maybe it was because he was so handsome.

“Oh good, you’re home!” your mother said, standing up from the opposite couch. “This is Jungkook, he’s just come into town—”

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heavy sugar || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

pairing: gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

word count: 8k

genre: 1920s au, smut, mafia au

warnings: unprotected rough sex, face fucking, power play, choking, alcohol, guns, and death

A/N: Part of my time period series. This takes place in 1920s Chicago! Thank you @introseesaw for letting me use her likeness!

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“Would ya lighten up, sourpuss? The boss said he’d be back in a jiffy.” The familiar voice of your friend, Doyeon, called to you.

You let out a sigh as she bumped her hip into yours, causing you to pull your eyes away from where your boss had disappeared to.

You pouted, “That was ten minutes ago.”

When you overheard your boss talking about some cops causing trouble out front, you couldn’t help but be on edge. With the 18th amendment now in place, establishments such as the very one you worked in had been pushed underground, trying to work around the ban on alcohol.

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Atalanta (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Greek Mythology!AU / Fantasy!AU

Synopsis: As the sole princess to the Province of Dietas, you have been engaged since your birth to a man you don’t love. When a goddess intervenes and offers you sanctity, you take her up on the offer without asking questions. Your newfound freedom comes at a cost, however, when the situation spirals and the trials begin. Men are demanded to race for your hand and if they lose, they must die. Even this, you are resigned to, until he appears. Until Jimin walks into the ring and declares himself a competitor.

Word Count: 28,386

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event horizon; m

⤷  The city of Crystalfall had, just like any other small town, the good, the bad, and the ugly. You were familiar with the first one, and Min Yoongi, in all of his despondent and reckless glory, taught you about the rest.

✓ Couple: Yoongi x Reader | Criminal!AU 

✓ Filed under: angst, fluff, smut

✓ Look out for: violence, drunk driving, and drugs; a relationship slowly getting toxic

✓ Words: 30,782 (yes, I know) 

Author’s Note: Inspired by the setting of “Riverdale”. I’d like to put out a PSA and say that this fic has moments that are quite toxic/abusive, and by no means I approve this kind of behavior, nor am I romanticizing this. It’s all fiction, and I treated it the best way that I could. Nevertheless, feedback is always welcome and, oh boy, I hope the ‘read more’ works on tumblr mobile. 

⤷ Song rec: Chase Atlantic - Triggered

⤷ This story is dedicated to @pantaemonium. Happy birthday to my beautiful, talented, unique wife. Love you lots. 

According to physics’ theory of general relativity, the event horizon of a black hole is a point of no return. It does not matter how you have reached that specific part of the universe, nor how you feel once you touch its insubstantial traces ― in that speck of victory and defeat, the only thing that holds any sort of significance is the fact that, even against your best attempts, you cannot go back to where you once were. The gravity is too strong, the pull is more than you could ever take; you are trapped in a position paused in time, unable to comprehend the nothingness that lays beyond; how even the light curves and attempts to escape from that cosmic abyss.  

Your story began the same way it ended: with a poorly thought-out decision, and a promise of better days. For the lack of a better definition, Min Yoongi, with all of his melancholic and dream-like existence, became your event horizon.

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Domestic Experiment, 2

pairing: jimin x reader (f)

genre: smut, fluff, marriage au

warnings: marriage for citizenship, jimin being a brat, slow burn, language

smut specific warnings: relentless teasing | grinding | spanking | female masturbation, with the use of a toy | and a daddy kink lmao

word count: 4.2k

synopsis; you’re the only cherry Jimin’s gay ass would pop.

parts: PART ONE available on my mlist!

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Microwave (Mis)adventures (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, slight angst, smut / college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU,  Warnings | Explicit language, lots of sarcastic banter, pillow-humping, masturbation, kitchen blowjob (!!!), eating out, fingering, creampie, cum-eating, unprotected sex  Word count | 20k

Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.

After attending college for a good three hellish but somewhat fun (only because you live to torture yourself) semesters, there are six things that you think you’ve mastered. 

Sleeping at 6am and waking up just on time for your 9am the next day and ready to kick some ass. 

Relying on coffee – a true college student’s lifeblood – to survive the day. 

Pretending that you have your shit together – people around you think you have everything under control. You’re part of your faculty club, the editor of your school’s publication and also on the freaking dean’s list and have an immaculate GPA to maintain. 

Being a bitch because college has a lot of dumb people and you don’t understand how there are so many people with just one brain cell, that is almost close to none. 

Making lists because checking off each task from your list is as satisfying as sleeping in on a Friday. 

Making routines and sticking to them. 

So If there’s any skill that you’ve mastered, it should be these few, though it’s highly unfortunate that you can’t list any of the aforementioned skills in your resume. Skill number six is also your pet peeve and you just abhor, detest, loathe, fucking hate it when your routine gets all screwed up and just about everyone around you knows how anal you are about following your routines and you won’t hesitate to throw hands if something goes awry.

You’ve never imagined that you would actually be throwing hands until you see some stranger occupying your usual seat at your 8am lecture, for fuck’s sake. You’re not being territorial. There’s no such thing as assigned seats in college, but after the first week or so, people just got in the habit of sitting in the same spot – it’s like an unspoken decision. But your favourite seat is taken. Rudely taken by a mob of dark hair who’s casually scrolling through his phone. 

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