Genre/Au’s: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count:4.453
Rating:18+
Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of sex; Weight mentions;
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn’t even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate’s plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: weapons - daggers & laser gauntlets, swearing, mentions of blood, fighting (superhero workout-style), masturbation (m), allusion to shower sex
Word Count: 2.7k
Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?
A/N: The challenge has been accepted, now it’s time to establish the rules! And introduce a few other key players. Also, uh, gird yourselves, here comes the angst. Just a little!
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
Hobi stalks angrily through his lair. Struts, actually. Not intentionally. It’s just how he walks, like the world’s his runway. Helps that he’s usually dressed to kill, both literally and figuratively.
At the moment, he’s striding towards his weapons room wearing a stunning embroidered Louis Vuitton suit that has all of his henchmen doing double takes, and not just because of the splattered blood staining the luxe threads.
The life of a henchman is hard, as one constantly risks bodily injury time and time again for one’s leader, but working for someone who looks like that helps to soften the blows a bit.
Hobi glares into the retinal scanner outside the weapons depot and the doors slide open as it recognizes his chestnut orbs. It also recognizes his glare.
“Rough day, daddy?” a robotic voice purrs overhead.
Warnings: swearing, kissing, use of restraints, mention of choking, reference to previous sex, blood, allusions to murder, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)
Word Count: 1.1k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary:His hand rises of its own accord, seeking the soft skin of your cheek. Craving one last gentle touch before…. “This could’ve been something, you know.”
A/N: Another installment in the BadCop!AU! OC’s about to find out what happens when you fuck with Yoongi’s money. Spoiler alert: nothing good.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
Genre: Historical!Au, Jane Austen!Au, VERY LOOSELY BASED ON PRIDE & PREJUDICE (Jane & Bingley) smut, fluff
Summary: A sudden sickness allows you more time with the man of your dreams
Word Count: 1232
warnings: Regency era historical stuff, smut, cunnilingus, dirty talk, cursing, real liberties taken with historical courtship
For@miscelunaaa ‘s belated special day! I love you so much my darling friend, thank you for listening to me ramble incoherently about history and fic ideas, and for always being around to talk to me about big d-ck namjoon. <3
• Pairing: Sheriff!Yoongi x Brothel Worker!(F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Western AU, Smut
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 3.4k
• Summary: It’s not easy being the sheriff but you’re always there to help him unwind after a long day.
• Warnings/themes: sheriff troubles, mentions of a shootout, light mentions of blood, swearing, drinking, prostitution, dirty talk, riding (ain’t no horses around tho), bondage, the hat stays on , unprotected sex (it’s the West, y’all), cockwarming
• Notes: I literally had to pause on Holiday Inn to knock this out because ‘That That’ Yoongi has had me by the titties and will not let go unless I get this out of my system so giddyup and let’s ride! Thanks (yeehaw) to @playmetheclassics for betaing for me yet again even though I always ruin her lmao love youuuu ✨Crossposted to AO3 as well.
The double doors opened as a man walked in, his white suit flecked with dust and his leopard-print shirt rumpled. His hat was lowered, hiding the exhaustion on his face with the shadow of the brim.
Another day of protecting the town was done.
Being the sheriff of this place wasn’t easy but Min Yoongi took pride in his job.
Pairing Jungkook x Curvy Reader Rating18+ WC2056 Genre / Tropes Smut, some fluff, established relationship, non idol! au Warnings Thigh riding, some body insecurity, whipped husband jungkook CrosspostAO3 - herecomessatvrn Summary On a quiet snow day, your boyfriend encourages you to chase after what you want. And what you want is his thighs. AN It started as PWP… it still pretty much is, I guess. But there’s like A LITTLE BIT of plot. Pretty much unbetad, though thank you so much to @sunshinerainbowsbts for looking over this and reassuring me. <3 ANYWAYS, enjoy!
summary: Yoongi doesn’t have much going for him, but you don’t need much to grow attached. It’s a pity, then, that you lose each other as quickly as you were found.
rating: 18+ for weighty feelings
word count:2.1k
warnings: Swearing. That That Yoongi, hELP. Also, introspective Yoongi. Tobacco use by both Yoongi and Reader. Implied broken dreams. Implied alcohol use. Yoongi thinks Reader is pretty. Making out :D. Sadness D:. Missed connections.
notes: Um??? Okay so this was wild, start to finish. As with most of my shorter pieces, it started out trying to be short and ended up double the length I initially intended for it. I just cannot shut up, it seems. I also, um … cried while writing this and I’m not sure why. So there’s that. I don’t usually get especially emotional while writing, but this was something else to render. My writer friends know I’ve been struggling a lot with how I feel about my work and my wips, but this … I don’t know, I just feel uncharacteristically confident about it. Regardless, thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think
The air’s still hot when Yoongi finally has the chance to step out of the bar for a smoke. It’s dry, which he knows should make it better, but the heat of the day has seeped into the concrete all around and it leaches slowly into the night air. The city heat feels greasy somehow, instead of dry like it’s supposed to. Perhaps it has something to do with the tar, the plastic, the strange way that the city sprang up out of the desert.
It doesn’t matter. He’s still stuck here for the night, playing piano for drunk people at a shitty cowboy-themed bar. If he has to play another trashy ragtime tune on that shitty upright piano, he might actually lose his mind. Which means that he’ll be losing it in about ten to fifteen minutes; it’s the shit people like to hear in fake dives like the one he’s working in. Just add some leopard print and a bolo tie and you’ve got Vegas chic.
summary:you need an escape. yoongi is there for you in your time of need.
pairing:Min Yoongi x Reader (no specified gender or pronouns used)
genre: smut, angst
au:post-apocalyptic western
rating:18+ this is sort of pwp
word count:3.1k
warnings: post-environmental apocalypse, hints at abusive father and fiance, rough yoongi, quiet yoongi, death threat, blow job, dom!yoongi, yoongi has BDE, mocking, degradation, nipple biting, possessiveness, throat fucking, fucking, yoongi keeps the jewelry on, unprotected sex (be careful!), creampie
author’s note: so as you all know the teaser for ‘that that’ destroyed me and left me in bits and pieces and i came up with this little teaser that got some attention and i couldn’t get the idea out of my head. then i started thinking about the novella Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey and i knew that i wanted to have that kind of western but modern vibe. (seriously read that novella, it’s suuuuuper queer and fantastic!!) a special thank you goes to the absolutely wonderful @miscelunaaa@minttangerinesand@vyduan for looking this over and giving me suggestions/yelling at me and i’m just so very thankful for all of them!! i appreciate you all so much. the incredible @wwilloww made this banner and i am so thankful for them.
You don’t know how long you’ve been riding. The adrenaline from being taken from your house has subsided and thus the ache in your back has slipped further than just the muscle and seems to be in your bones. Every step the horse makes is painful and you want to tell him that you have had enough but you’re not sure how he will react, whether it will be kind or angry.
You’re not willing to find out. So, you persevere and hold his waist tighter. All you can do is hope that the ride will be over soon and you’ll be wherever he is taking you.
You close your eyes. Images of a world and a future that you are not sure you will be able to ever live in floats through your mind. Happiness instead of what has come before. You’ve never been sure if happiness could be attainable for you and yet you’ve still hoped for it.
Whenever you’ve thought of hope, his words always fill your head, telling you that hope is stupid and is more deadly than any cancer. You’re not sure if this is correct or not; but you’ve not lived the life that he has lived. You’ve not been able to experience the world the way he has and you trust that his experience speaks more truth than anything you’ve been through.
