Bad Boys Bring It To You

bad boys bring it to you

header credits go to valerie @taendrils !!

pairing: tattoo artist!yoongi /reader warnings: choking, praise kink, dirty talk genre: pwp, smut words: 7.1k

Friends are useless.

You finally learn the truth behind these words when Taehyung and Hoseok corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

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photobooth | knj

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding

A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.

It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.

That day had practically gone down in history.

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I ENJOYED READING THIS SO MUCH

➳ Collide

╰ Your life had always been wonderfully ordinary. That is… until the day you accidentally bumped into him and ended up with the wrong cellphone and a one-way ticket to a groupchat full of unusual characters…

paring: artist!taehyung x waitress!reader

genre: sm au, crack humor, fluff, smut

status: completed

a/n: yUH YEET!! we here with a new series shisters!! I really wanted to write an au with a crackhead gc but also an artist!tae fic so here we are doing both lmaoo I hope y’all enjoy it!! x

🎨 part 1 - profiles

🎨 part 2 - the thicc brothers™️

🎨 part 3 - the phone snatcher

🎨 part 4 - no comment

🎨 part 5 - hell party

🎨 part 6 - peeps

🎨 part 7 - serial killers

🎨 part 8 - that’s the that on that

🎨 part 9 - yeehaw

🎨 part 10 - friends

🎨 part 11 - heart dicc

🎨 part 12 - cereal court

🎨 part 13 - none pizza with left beef

🎨 part 14 - Rebellious Youths™️

🎨 part 15 - mothman: smash or pass?

🎨 part 16 - big miss steak

🎨 part 17 - uncouth

🎨 part 18 - loose milk

🎨 part 19 - paris, texas

🎨 part 20 - the city of love

🎨 part 21 - amour fou (m)

🎨 part 22 - jeopardy

🎨 part 23 - poisoned donut

🎨 part 24 - error 404

🎨 part 25 - crying in the club

🎨 part 26 - chef boyardee

🎨 part 27 - forever

🎨 part 28 - water my cat

🎨 part 28.5 - bonus

🎨 part 29 - the soft brothers™️

🎨 part 30 - yote

🎨 part 31 - friendship camp

🎨 part 32 - crackhead christmas

🎨 part 33 - the zodiac killer

🎨 part 34 - mazel tov, jeremy!

🎨 part 35 - epilogue

park’s girl

↬ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

↝ genre: basketball captain!yoongi, photographer!reader, e2l | smut, fluff

↳ summary: you really don’t like basketball, but yearbook duty calls.

✎ word count: 6k, lowkey

☞ warnings: closet sex, unprotected sex (plz be safe, y’all)

A/N: This is my first fic so I’m terrified, but I’m trying to put myself out of my comfort zone so here we go. also, there’s closet sex so yeah… another thing, basketball team captain!yoongi so there’s that.

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asphodel (teaser) — myg

Requested by anon.

Plot: The workings of the crime underworld is a secret to all whether you stand on the surface unaware or you’re buried deep within its soil. It is a normal feat and has worked well for years. That is until Yoongi finds his gang crumbling to pieces by the hands of a rival gang leader that doesn’t seem to exist while managing to befriend a med student who shows no fear in the eyes of the crime devil. 

Rating: G | PG | Mature | Explicit (18+)

Genre: mafia!au | angst, smut. 

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Yoongi x Med Student!Reader (Kiku) 

Warnings: violence, sexual content, angst, coarse language — more tags to be added in full chapter. 

Links: Guidelines | Masterlist | Request List (reqs closed)

Word Count: tba.

A/N: i tried to make the plot short but i’m extra lmao. let me know what you think about this new teaser! note this is still in early writing stages so things may be changed around in the full piece! 

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Placing a gauze on the injury, she glanced over at Yoongi who had already pulled the stick out of his mouth.

“You can’t speak of this to anyone.”

“You still need to go to a proper hospital.”

“I thought you were a doctor.”

“Yeah in two more years.”

“Either way, I already told you I can’t do public hospitals.”

Kiku sighed in annoyance, placing all of the dirty tools into the bowl filled with water. Before she could move any further, she felt her arm being yanked back by a rough grip causing her body to turn to the male.

“You’re going to come with me quietly, alright?” Despite the bullet out of his system, Yoongi knew he wasn’t completely out of danger. No one would suspect him being in a university medical room but it still didn’t change the looming concern that he may have been followed. Which meant the girls’ life and his own chance at preserving his secrecy would be at risk. “I can’t have you yapping on about this.”

Kiku yanked away from his grip and grabbing a scalpel from the tray, raising it to his neck until he shifted back still sitting vulnerably on the table. “Don’t. Ever. Grab me like that again.” She pushed the blade against his skin right where his Adams’ Apple rested. Not enough to pierce through but enough for a threat.

“Sorry.” Yoongi muttered, trying not to gulp with the blade pressed right on his jugular. “You still have to come with me. Whoever attacked me is going to try and track my steps…and that includes yours now.”

“Well that’s my fault for taking pity on the wrong person.” Kiku pulled the scalpel away and throwing it back onto the metal tray. “But I’ll come with you.”

“You will?”

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Lovers’ Paradox.

Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist​ (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)

➵ bangtan police unit: a collab with @gukstudio​

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Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.

The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.

Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”

“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”

“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”

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