Love Is For The Birds Baby!

Love is for the birds baby!

Summary: You refuse to believe in love. It’s a concept created by big corporations like hallmark to get sad saps like you to buy their shit. But it’s all fake. You’re convinced of that at least until a series of events with a certain tattoo artist who you loved to hate makes you question everything you’ve ever known.

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yoongi x (fem) reader

Genre/Warnings: Romance, slow burn, fluff, comedy, smut warnings include: unsafe sex (always wear a condom), oral sex (male & fem receiving), multiple orgasms, spanking, light breath play, mentions of squirting. Non smut warnings for lots of cussing. Lots.

Word Count: 13.3K

A/N: A special shout out to @mzpandylu for inspiring me with such odd dialogue. Also challenge accepted, a quivering starfish is mentioned.

   Love is a completely abstract and intangible concept to you, at least romantic love is. There are many forms of love. Familial love is a concept you sort of understand, let’s just say that your home life wasn’t the greatest but you do at least understand the concept. Platonic love you completely understand. But romantic love? You very secretly yearn to understand it, desperately trying to figure out how the fuck some people get so lucky that the spark happens. You’ve dated, sure. But try as you might none of them have ever made your head spin or your heart sing. Lust you get. You’ve had plenty of flings and even some longer relationships, but love? Love is for the birds baby.

   You refuse, absolutely refuse, to admit that you have in any way shape or form an interest in this bizarre concept that is the investment and endeavor of romantic love. You’ve carefully hidden away all of your fanfics and all of your shojo mangas and all of the things that others would say is honestly completely normal to keep questions at bay. You know that your friends are interested in love, and unlike you they have no shame in admitting it. They talk about it all the time. They fall in ‘love’ with each man they date. But you’re convinced that’s not love. It’s something more than like, sure you’ll give them that but you’re sure that it’ll all end eventually. Love isn’t sustainable because it’s all a lie. Maybe you’re too romantic at being romantic, perhaps you’ve just been suckered into all these stories into believing that a whirlwind romance is possible until one day the crushing realization that it wasn’t possible occurred. That the sparks of electricity and burning hot embers of passion aren’t sustainable and aren’t indicative of love.

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make me hot → pjm

↳  pairing: jimin/reader | smut ↳  au: ceo!jimin ↳  warnings: dirty talk, blow job, cunnilingus, orgasm denial/edging, DADDY KINK, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting ↳  word count:2.3k ⁙  summary:you messed up a presentation in front of your boss. he calls you up to his office. ⁛  A/N:this is a gift to my best friend @kinktae for her birthday which was january 14th. this fic was made to her wishes and specifications!

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Can I sleep in your Bed? {JK version}

➸ Jungkook x Reader

➸ fluff and Smut

➸ Word Count: 4k

➸ Warnings: sex, nothing too wild lol

➸ a/n: ahh yes our little Maknae lmao. Check my blog for the master list! — though if you’re just reading this — Jungkook’s is the only one I’ve written lol. The other members are coming soon :3

You rolled over yet again, body aching from your inability to find a comfortable position. Fatigue gripped at your frame, yet your mind was wide awake. This sucks. You hated restless nights, no one there to calm you down. No one to sing you a lullaby, or hold you and tell you it was alright. No comforting presence to tell you it was okay.

You rolled over to the opposite side of your bed, where your phone was plugged in and charging on your nightstand. Next to it was your alarm clock, the cursed thing blaring the time at you in neon red numbers- 1:20am - early for some, late for others, but an ungodly hour for you when you had class at 11am. If you weren’t careful you’d oversleep and miss another lecture. Or worse — you’d fall asleep during the lecture.

Go to bed y/n, just fuckin shut your eyes and it will happen. At least that’s what you told yourself two hours ago when you laid down. You felt hopeless, sleep was just never going to greet you, and you’d be forced to exhaustion and then probably pass out in the end. Hopefully. Okay so maybe you were being dramatic. I just want to sleep…

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Periapt | Jungkook [M]

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: exorcist!au, demon!au, incubus!jungkook words: 15k+ rating: nsfw warnings: demon summoning, smut: explicit sexual content, oral (recieving), sex, lots of cum, incubus jk, fingering, light dirty talk, if you squint jk has nipple piercings notes: dont fuck demons, also was this a fucken trip or w h a t

✦ periapt : n. an item worn as a charm or amulet 

You were an exorcist-in-training, and for a final assessment you were tasked with summoning a Lesser Demon, and then binding that lesser demon to you in servitude. It was no biggie– you were a good student, and you knew your stuff. But even you didn’t know what to do when a mistake in ingredients lead you to summon the wrong demon into your very living room. Luckily, as you were quick to find out, incubi are very understanding.

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“To conclude this module on Lesser Demons, we’re collaborating with your Charms and Rituals professors and giving a joint assessment.”

The low, gravelly tone of your demonology professor suddenly pierced the thick film of the daydream you’d been immersed in and immediately you perked up in your seat in interest. You weren’t always such a bad student, but this class was last on a Friday afternoon and in all honestly you were just waiting until you could go home. You could feel your friend Seokjin grinning at you from his seat beside you, but you ignored him in favour of listening to your professor for the first time in the two hours you’d been sitting here.

Demonology was one of your favourite classes, second only to Charms and Rituals— and to hear that your assessments for both were being joined into one? You could hardly believe it, and were instantly alert and awake, excited almost to hear what was going to be happening.

“Yes, for your final assessment of the semester you will be using your knowledge of lesser demons, as well as the rituals for summoning and binding that you’ve been learning in my class,” your head whipped over at the smooth tone of your Charms and Rituals professor, a youthful woman that went by the name Seulgi and had inky hair that fell pin-straight down her back. In all honesty, you had no idea when she’d entered the room and as a result had been extremely startled by her presence— you could hear Seokjin snickering at your reaction.

“You all have learnt extensively about the summoning ritual in previous years, and even more so this year, along with the binding ritual we covered in the first half of the semester,” Seulgi’s dark eyes flitted over the large room of her pupils, your demonology professor standing to her side behind the desk. “For this assessment, you will be summoning a Lesser Demon, commanding it successfully to complete a minor task for you, and then binding it into servitude to you. We will be inspecting the symbol of binding that results as proof of your completion of the assessment.”

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Roomie Code

‘The Assortment’ Collab Masterlist

Genre: fluff, smut and humour — roommates!au

Word Count: 17.044

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Jungkook is an awkward human who doesn’t know how to act around women, but at least he’s a connoisseur of all things vanilla. Meanwhile the reader forgets how to have sex, but it’s okay, Jungkook’s got it covered.

Summary: When you first decided to move into a house full of guys, you figured it wouldn’t nearly be as bad as people made it out to be. Little did you know, living between your best friend, your crush and a mysterious recluse would only turn into disaster upon finding yourself caught in the middle of a brutal love triangle.

Author’s Note: It’s not really a full triangle, maybe a very nicely shaped ‘V’, but we’re just gonna go with it. Either way, still tragic. Enjoy!

When it comes to living with in the same house as three other people, there has to be rules. Rules, that no matter how minor or insignificant, shall not be broken. And considering you are rooming with three men, none of which happen to be ideal housemates, these rules must be set in stone and obeyed by all. The rules are as follows:

Keep your spaces clean and do your part to maintain the integrity of the household.

DO NOT go into each other’s personal spaces without permission. You will get caught.

If you’re going to have sex in the house, keep quiet. No one wants to hear that shit.

Whatever happens in this house, stays in this house.

And finally, the most important rule…    

No relationships between roommates.

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bitchin’ rides

→ pairing: racer!jungkook x college major!reader

→ rating: e21

→ genre: smut, some fluff

→ warnings: cum eating, cum swallowing, cum drinking (once again i am sorry), squirting, pussy slapping, clit spanking, tit slapping, face slapping, spit swallowing, sub!reader, dom!jungkook, rough and penetrative sex, penetrative sex with a blueberry lollipop (shhh), fingering, public fingering, eating out on a dinner table, drug mentions (heavy), drug use (light smoking and drinking), partying, party scene

→ description: stressing over pre-exams wasn’t your ideal version of a spring break, but hitting the streets at 1am probably isn’t the best way of calming that down either. until you get in the car with Jungkook.

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