just friends || (M)

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

  • pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader
  • genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut
  • word count: 9k
  • warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically
  • A/N: this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello. Original photo of kookie edited by @420baka :-)

CHAPTERS: haha Tumblr sucks ass and ruined links so to read the other chapters please go to my masterlist!

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PART ONE

The opening and closing of Jungkook and your’s apartment door barely registered in your mind; you knew Jungkook was bound to come home sometime this hour so you didn’t bother checking if it was him or not.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.

You huffed and put down the magazine that until now had held all your attention. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.

“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your rude roommate.

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One Screw Short

Genres: Slice of life, crack, fluff, smut. Next door Neighbour!Taehyung needs help building a bed, and thank God you’re there.
Warnings: Smut, oral, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, mild breathplay, Taehyung calls you a slut much more than once.
Word Count: 19k.
A/N: Thank you so much to my very wonderful and very incredible and very beautiful baby girl @wagicshop  for making me such a beautiful banner. I am nothing if not in awe of you and your never ending talents. Also, I love you. Also, thank you again. Also, I would die without you.


It was seldom that sleep came to you very easily. That had just been a matter of truth since you could remember. Even when you were a child, you’d lay awake in bed at night, staring at the ceiling after your parents had tucked you in, making up stories in your head or humming songs quietly to yourself until sleep finally wrapped itself around you and tugged you into its depths. It was a nuisance at the very best. Especially on nights like tonight; Thursday nights to be precise. You had only one day left of work before the week was out, and the rules of sleep no longer mattered until Sunday evening rolled around. However, Thursdays were the worst for you because it was the day when the week of poorly handled sleep patterns and work stress caught up to you–which, in turn, made it even harder for sleep.

Which is why you had your Thursday night routine. You’d started it about four months earlier, and for the most part, it worked like a charm. You poured yourself a good two or three–but never more than three–glasses of a nice red wine that you would treat yourself to on the way home, and settle down with an episode of whatever drama you happened to be watching. After the credits rolled, you’d slip into the bath, your eyes lazily watching the bath bomb fizz away into nothing but pleasant scents and pretty colours. Once the water drained, you’d slip into your comfiest sleepwear; an old, worn out, tank top and a pair of comfy shorts. With that, you’d cozy up into the freshly washed covers and sheets and read however many pages of your book it took to slip into a deep and comforting sleep.

Normally, there was no issue. You had your routine down to a science and for the last however many Thursdays that you’d utilized it, it had worked. However, earlier this afternoon, you’d noticed a few stacks of boxes next to the door of the previously vacant apartment directly next to yours. This was notable because now, at whatever the fuck o’clock, with the moon hanging bright and tauntingly directly in your window, you were listening to the incessant curses, grunts and bangs of your new neighbour trying to fuck or murder someone–there was no way to be sure.

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CAN YOU PLEASE FUCKING USE THE ‘READ MORE’ TOOL IN YOUR FICS IM SICK OF SCROLLING THROUGH FIVE THOUSAND WORDS OF YOUR ‘TOTALLY ORIGINAL’ JUNGKOOK X JIMIN COFFEE SHOP AU IN THE WRONG TAGS

REWIND MASTERLIST

The collective masterlist of all the fics included in my Rewind series. Each fic takes place in a different time period. I try to be as educated of each era as I can in order to add to the authenticity of the fic but please keep in mind I was born in 1999. I apologize for any discrepancies. Enjoy!

heavy sugar || myg

↳ 1920’s au

↳ smut, mafia au, gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

read here | moodboard (LOL LINKS ARE BROKEN AGAIN to read Heavy Sugar please go to my masterlist)

in the mood || ksj

↳ 1940’s au

↳ smut, impreg kink, post war/hollywood au, soldier/actor!jin x wife!reader

read here | moodboard (LOL LINKS ARE BROKEN AGAIN to read In The Mood please go to my masterlist)

hot rod || jhs

↳ 1950’s au

↳ smut, virgin kink, greaser!hoseok x virgin!reader

↳ collab with @httpjeon

read here | moodboard

groovy || kth

↳ 1970’s au

↳ fluff, smut, f2l, record shop!taehyung x reader

read here | moodboard

bitchin’ || jjk

↳ 1980’s au

↳ smut, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook x reader

read here | moodboard

novocaine || pjm

↳ 1990’s au

↳ smut, angst, exes au, punk boy!jimin x reader

read here | moodboard

barbie girl || knj

↳ early 2000’s au

↳ smut, pwp, football player!namjoon x cheerleader!reader

read here | moodboard

Jimin, on every interview and fansign ever: Don’t expect abs because they’re gone ^^ I stopped working out ^^

ALSO Jimin:


I think I speak for all of us when I say this: 

All men do is lie

Carnal Cupidity (M)

[ Cupidity (noun) /kjuːˈpɪdɪti/ : eager or excessive desire, esp. to possess something: greed; avarice. from the latin cupiditas, meaning “yearning and "desire”; synonymous with “lust.” ]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Smut, Alphawolf!Tae

words: 9k

Warnings: rated M, explicit descriptions of sexual content, breeding/impreg, biting, mentions of blood, cum play, creampie, light degradation, strong language, knotting, rough but still weirdly domestic werewolf sex, generic heat trope tbh lol

A/N: this is unedited af so i’ll do it later but i truly hope you guys will enjoy this piece of trash and thanks for being patient with my messy self! <3 


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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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warm → kth

Originally posted by beui

↳ pairing: taehyung/reader | smut, fluff

↳ au: roommate!au

↳ warnings: DIRTY TALK, praise kink, masturbation (male&fem), light voyeurism, degrading names, lots of pet names, multiple orgasms, mild forced orgasm, squirting, tae cums inside too so unprotected sex, also the return of the ‘fat cock’ disease

↳ word count: 3k

⁙ summary: you return home to see your roommate jerking off on the couch

⁛ A/N: this is a repost from my old blog byleo and it has been edited! this is bordering on gift level dirty talk so beware lmao

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feedback (m) | vhope

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Tae
genre/warnings: smut, detailed oral (giving and receiving), multiple partners.
words: 11.1k
summary: You’re feeling a little insecure about something your friend had said, and your besties Tae and Hobi are there to help you out.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET @rbuns!! I hope you’re having an amazing day and I hope you enjoy your two bias wreckers in this xD I love you <3

The words echo in your head like a song on repeat, a constant tune mocking you and reminding you just how sweet and innocent you are. Your friend hadn’t meant it to hurt your feelings, you don’t think she did anyway, but it really stuck and now you couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Wait really? That’s so cute - how ‘chaste’ of you!”

What did that even mean? ‘Chaste’? Once you’d figured it out you were even more incensed. It’s not like you were a virgin, and surely you couldn’t be the only girl that hadn’t given a blowjob before. Up until now, you didn’t think it was a big deal, but the way she’d reacted –so surprised– made it seem so weird.

The doubt and insecurity crawled under your skin like bugs and had you fidgeting so hard that you couldn’t possibly focus on the textbook in front of you, and after ten minutes of reading the same paragraph with nothing being absorbed into your brain, your forehead finally hit the coffee table with a thud.

“_____… you okay?” Taehyung lifts his head at your followed groan and fixes his gaze to the messy mop of hair that is now starting to creep over onto his own textbook.

“M’fine.” The words are tired, muffled, but he can still hear you, and immediately notices the frustration in your voice.

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