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talk → myg (ⅠⅠ)

↳ pairing: yoongi/reader ft. jimin | smut ↳ au: phone sex operator!au, f2l ↳ warnings: sex work, dirty talk, hand job, blowjob (deepthroating), cunnilingus, squirting, jimin listens in and gets off on it ↳ word count: 1.6k ⁙ summary: you walk in on yoongi on the phone with a customer ⁛ A/N: the long awaited part 2. lots of people have been asking me where this was since part 1 came out. i hope you enjoy it! there will be a part 3!

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blowing dandelions → pjm

↳  pairing: jimin/reader | angst, fluff, smut ↳  au: e2l, childhood friends(?), light badboy!jimin ↳  warnings: blowjob, deepthroating/facefucking, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, light pain kink, mentions of death (no one major), mean!jimin, crying, fighting, light physical abuse(he like shakes u), jimin gets in a fight, tae tries to keep the peace ↳  word count: 7.8k ⁙  summary: as a child, you met park jimin. as an adult, the same jimin is much different. ⁛  A/N: it’s kind of long im sorry. also this is from a fic title game i played ages ago!

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MINFLIX’S MASTERLIST

prev. minlouvre/mint-tape ao3 still under minlouvre it will take me some time to repost my works, please be patient with me!

ratings: tv-14 = no smut tv-ma = smut * all works are reader-inserts!

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Employee Perks

Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre and Warnings: Angst (mentions of past abusive relationships) & Smut (thigh riding, oral, fingering, assjob) & Fluff 

Word Count: 16k+

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talk → myg (Ⅰ)

↳ pairing: yoongi/reader | smut ↳ au: phone sex operator!au, f2l ↳ warnings: sex work, fingering, dirty talk ↳ word count: 1.2k ⁙ summary:   Yoongi, your best friend, seems to have a very promising career in the phone sex industry. ⁛ A/N: this is a repost from my old blog so if you recognize it, that’s why! this does have a part 2!

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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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