Oceans Of Gold (m.)

— oceans of gold (m.)

↳ part one of the ritual madness collection

⇢ pairing | hoseok/reader ⇢ word c | 6,014 ⇢ genre | greek gods au, smut, angst ⇢ summary | he was like all that glittered, golden and intoxicating—and it only made you want more than what he could give.

⇢ warnings/tags | gods!au, bisexual!hoseok, public sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), rough sex, creampie, cum play, dirty talk, strangers to sort of lovers, past character death, unrequited feelings, this is pretty vanilla tbh.

“You’re all getting assigned flowers,” your professor said, making everyone deflate. He held small pieces of paper in his hand, which he placed on the front table by the podium. “You’re all dismissed; take a paper and if you have any other questions about what to write your paper on, see me after class or in office hours. Have a great day, everyone.”

Students immediately began to pack up all of their stuff, shoving things into their backpacks and beginning to make their ways to the front to look for whatever they wanted or grabbing papers at random. You sighed, knowing you’d just have to settle for whatever was left; you were seated almost completely in the back of the lecture hall today.

Once you did manage to get to the front, shouldering your heavy backpack and trying not to wince at the complaints from your back, you looked between two of the papers and just grabbed the one on the right; you didn’t really care either way with what you got.

You opened the folded paper out in the hall, narrowly avoiding the students trying to get past you into the lecture room for whatever class was after yours. You could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, but you ignored it in favor of squinting at the messy handwriting.

Hyacinth.

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...Click (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: edging, oral (female), g-spot stimulation, squirting, jjk is a troll

WC: 2,151

Summary: You have been dating your boyfriend, Jungkook, for a few months; hovering right in that sweet spot between falling and fallen. Based loosely on the premise of this tweet, as retweeted by @johobi (asldfjas):

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Moonsent

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: smutty content, dirty talk, talk of menstrual sex/cunnilingus, Jungkook sticking his nose where it definitely belongs

A/N: The first drabble drawn from the contest! I hope you enjoy it, @mayhembunny, and everyone else who is a fan of our werewolf/human couple. :)

The Kingdom: Tooth and Claw | Moonsent

Sympathetic to the plight of the werewolves your kind have culled to near-extinction, life as a human informant has never been one of safety. However, when you catch the eye of an alpha, your situation only grows more perilous. 

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Honeycomb

➭ “For your one year anniversary, your boyfriend Jungkook surprises you with a special gift- a vibrating love egg.” 

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: pwp, smut

wordcount: 5.2k

** warnings: use of sex toy, creampie, sex in a semi-public place, some major fluff at the end because I am a Soft Thot for jjk right now

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the cold | drabble

pairing taehyung/reader

warnings n/a; fluff

summary taehyung and soft kisses during nighttime movie watching, a concept

word count 976

author’s note inspired by my recent taehyung deprivation. for @cheelchan who suggested I put this idea into actual writing. and @dumbts because I love her and want her to be happy ♥

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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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