Late Bloomer (m)

Late Bloomer (m)

Word Count: 21,041

Warning: Graphic sexual content

Yoongi wolf!AU, aka an excuse for me to write gratuitous smut 

You were, what they called, a late bloomer. You didn’t get your period until you were nearly seventeen-years-old and when all of your classmates were talking about boys and smoking weed after school, you were playing neopets in the back of the classroom. You were always just a few years behind everyone else, but it was never a big deal. In fact, thank god you were spared the half a decade of cramps and soiled underwear that your friends suffered from. You wouldn’t mind if it took you another half decade to get your period, thank you very much.

You’re twenty-two now, a senior in college, and an adult by every sense of the word. You’re graduating in just a few short months, you’ve successfully passed all your classes, and you even have a job lined up for you. You’re a full-grown, mature, adult woman and you have every right to be proud of yourself…

By human standards, that is.

But the thing is… you aren’t exactly human, now are you? The fact that you transform into a wolf every month and run around in the woods naked, howling at the moon isn’t a very human characteristic. You were born and raised a wolf, and a wolf you’ll remain until your dying day…

And in the wolf community, you’re still technically a child who hasn’t hit puberty… Not that you’ll ever tell anybody.

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This is definitely an interesting series.

Deaths House on the Hill > myg

Min Yoongi Vampire!AU

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need a hand?

SUMMARY: Three awkward moments with Min Yoongi 

PAIRING: yoongi/reader

GENRE: college au, strangers to lovers au • fluff 

WORD COUNT: 3k

WARNINGS: my little girlie is very accident prone 

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#1: I tried to get the candy bar that didn’t drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can you help me out? 

The day is about as bad as it can get as you sluggishly make your way across the campus, mindlessly approaching a vending machine just a little out of the way of your next class. The box with a seemingly endless supply of junk food serves as your only window of opportunity to have some sort of solid food in your stomach, given your whole day of classes and last minute editing to your essays that you’ve needed to complete before their due dates on the dot.

To say that your sanity is starting to spin out of control would almost be an understatement with all the caffeine in your blood stream and the vague feeling of jitteriness settling into your bones. It leaves you with an uncomfortable sensation of emptiness, one that usually occurs when you haven’t eaten anything of healthy substance for 24 hours.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you don’t even see a free hour in your schedule to drop into the cafeteria for a snack—but alas, college life at its finest.

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he had no business being this cute

I started reading this series and it really broke my heart.  Even without knowing all the context for why their relationship ended the pain it has brought onto the reader and JK have been so vividly described it is amazing.  

                    ❪  💜  MASTERLIST :  ❫  ghost in my bed

Jeon Jungkook was your best friend, your boyfriend, your everything. Once upon a time, you were his, too. But like everything else in life, things change. You just never thought those changes would take your everything away.

alt summary.  Sometimes, hating someone is the only thing you can do.

pairing.  jjk x named f!reader plus a lil bit of jhs x named f!reader.  e2l (exes n enemies!).

genre + rating.  rockstar!au.  a heavy, heavy dose of angst, some fluff (or romance) maybe later on, and eventuaaal smut maybe.  general with explicit chapters (*) marked.

tags / warnings.  past infidelity, (referenced) cheating, jealousy, drinking, driving under the infuence, (referenced) drug use, childhood sweethearts turned sad sacks, actual heartthrob jungkook, (referenced) car accident, jeon jungkook is a lil shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly!), creampie, an inappropriate use of a mirror, etc.  :’)

wc.  16.2k.  ongoing.

author note.  n/a.

moodboard

vogue article

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

drabble:  mirrors *

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates

ty to my love @wwilloww​​​​ for the banner!

Word Count: 22.8k 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: College/Roommates AU, fluff, smut

Warnings: *takes deep breath* soft dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, dirty talk, vibrator use, fingering, size kink, hair pulling, pussy slapping, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, oral (m&f receiving), marking, spanking, face-fucking, rough sex, morning sex, soft sex, body worship, teasing, rimming, ass-eating, anal fingering, butt plug use, anal sex, cumshot, aftercare (don’t stress, this isn’t all one scene fhkfdlghfd)

Rating: 18+

Summary: What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

A/N: Here it is a day early because I finished editing it and I have approximately 0 self-control when it comes to holding my works back to post at a later date. Hopefully this doesn’t inconvenience anyone FHKFDLGHFD

I literally worked away at this fic everyday for the past 3+ weeks, and I’m so glad it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please do let me know what you think. A comment means the world to me! 

Big thank you to everyone who showed interest in this fic as I was working on it, as well as the lovely people in the BSH discord who gave me motivation to write every day along the way!

Masterlist

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You sat on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through social media once again. It wasn’t as though you had many other choices of activity. Being university students on break, the quarantine had ripped both yours and Jungkook’s summer job opportunities right from beneath you.

So here you were, month three of minimal contact with the outside world, sitting on the couch you may as well call your home within a home.

You learned very quickly that Facebook was definitely not the app of choice to pass time on, seeing as you only ended up angry at the amount of bad takes visible within the first 5 minutes of browsing. No, you chose to favour Instagram instead, seeing as you could just scroll through food porn, beautiful people, and memes for hours on end.

It definitely was not because your roommate’s thirst traps tended to dominate your feed there. Definitely not. At all.

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