Ceo!yoongi - The Fishnet Stockings

ceo!yoongi - the fishnet stockings

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, jealouS yoongi, this is mainly smut so,,,, nSFW, jimin is a victim of your guys’ sinning yet again

→ wordcount: 4.3k

→ notes: usually i’m not great at writing smut,,, but hopefully this was good enough for you guys i hope i was able to QUENCH your thirst because as much as we like soft fluffy ceo!yoongi sometimes we need to fulfil our thirsty desires and this particular one involves fishnet stockings ALSO the original ceo!yoongi fic is almost at 1k which is kind of sort of crazy??? u guys are too nice to me 

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

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(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure your dryer is broken or something

why?

your clothes are shRINKing and there’s no other explanation than the dryer!!!!

some of your sweaters and shirts and sweatpants have survived and they come out the same size you bought them in

but things like your work blouse

your pencil skirt is teN times tighter than you feel it should be

like yeah you can still wiggle into it and zip it up and stuff but- holy shIt your ass has never looked better

u lookin t h i c c

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It’s been a crazy week and I haven’t been able to be on the dash much, but you reading through my masterlist and leaving me such gorgeous feedback has really made me smile. This week has been difficult and I needed that smile. So thank you. I promise I will thank you better eventually, but I wanted to let you know that you’re awesome.

No problem. I hope that everything works out.

ceo!yoongi - the birth of baby min

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!yoongi universe, the fluffiest fluff BECAUSE THE BABY IS HERE

→ wordcount: 5.3k

→ notes: when i first wrote ceo!yoongi i didn’t think i’d be writing a drabble related to childbirth but here we are i guESS - enjoy and here’s to a happy new year! happy baby min day!! late december baby because i’m biased due to the fact that i myself am born in december whOops  

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

or if you’re interested in reading other ceo!yoongi drabbles: the proposal | x | the wedding | x | the first date | x | jealousy | x | baby makes three | x | the fishnet stockings | x | baby min’s timeline | x |

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

“you know i don’t know why all three of you are so panicky” you squeak as yoongi starts picking up the pace and you wrap your arm around his neck tighter

he has you in his arms and you don’t know how he hasn’t dropped you yet because your stomach is probably blocking his vision

“your water broke and your vagina is like a water slide for the baby to just ZIP right out thAt’s why” jungkook stumbles over his feet as all four of you enter the hospital

“that’s not even how it workS kook this is the early labour stage i’m fine”

you’re like eerily calm considering the fact that in a couple more hours you’re going to be pushing a baby out of your hoo-ha

also you’ve never seen yoongi so panicky before and it scares u because if yoongi’s panicking shouldn’t you aLSo be panicking

“hi, i’m having a baby!” yoongi breathes out as he sets you down on your feet “i mean, i’m having her baby. …wait, no - she’s having my babY-”

“i think we have a room booked under min?” you lean over the counter to peek at the computer and the nurse chuckles to herself

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Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most..

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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I don’t really know your rules or anything but I was wondering if you could do a reaction or Drabble or whatever about a BTS member of your choose because I cannot choose and a reader that has really bad allergies to pollen. Bad like has hives on their legs and has a hard time breathing from their allergies. It’s fine if you don’t want to. I would be more specific but I don’t really know your rules.

Sneezes And Cuddles

Type: Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, humor

Rating: PG 13 (curse words)

Gif Credits: AME3

"ACHOO!"

"Fuck this shit! I hate everyth—I'-I—"

"ACHOOOO!"

—everythinggg!" you manage to finish saying as you try to breathe and get more air into your oxygen-deprived lungs. Your nose is packed and dripping, your eyes burn, and so you reiterate—you hate everything. 

It was your least favourite time of the year, the dreaded, motherflippin—spring.

You could not for the life of you understand why so many people liked spring. If someone were to ask; you could easily write a 2000 word essay with examples and graphic illustrations, detailing precisely why you thought spring was the season of all evil, and how it's outer beauty was just a facade to hide it's deep, dark, evil intentions. 

No, you were not dramatic, the rest of the world was just too naive and easily fooled. 

"Earth to Y/N, hellooo, did you sneeze out the last few brain cells you had, too?" you hear your boyfriend rib good naturedly and in response, you scowl.

"I hope bad things happen to you. I hope you fall off the bed tonight and get a cramp, you son of a—mmph!"

Before you could finish your oh-so-colorful thought, Jungkook somehow managed to shove a spoon full of Benadryl into your mouth and was now crouched beside your supine form, grinning cheekily. 

 "-muhck yohu" you curse as you glare daggers at your boyfriend, the spoon still in your mouth, making your words sound garbled. 

"What was that honey? Love you? Aww, I love you too babydoll!" Jungkook chirps back before he softly retrieves the spoon away from the clutches of your mouth. The gentleness of his actions contradicting his cheeky, teasing outer disposition. 

You wince and make a face, as the taste of the medicine refuses to leave your mouth. Jungkook seeing you in such abject misery, smiles sympathetically before he leans down and drops a kiss on your temple. 

You freeze as you feel his soft, wet, lips, press against the heated skin of your forehead, before you moan aloud, and wrap your arms around his crouched form. 

With your face hidden inside the lapels of his jacket, you groan, "Ihatethis.Ihatethis.I hateee this. I have hives Kook—hives! Is this some sort of karmic payback? Did I kick innocent puppies in my last life or something? This is ridiculous!"

You feel as Jungkook keeps leaving butterfly kisses on your head while you rant your frustrations away, one of his hands is wrapped around your shoulders and holding the spoon away from you, while his other hand runs through your tresses and down your back. 

"It's gonna be okay love, I promise. You'll be fine, this is just an allergic reaction, it'll go away soon. And isn't my babygirl the strongest? She won't let a pansy little cold beat her." teases Jungkook softly as he pulls you closer to him and lets you snuggle between the folds of his jacket. 

You smile as you hear him say that and snort from between his jacket folds before continuing, "Yeah, well, apparently your baby girl isn't as strong as you thought, and as it turns out you are just blinded by love." 

At that, you hear him chuckle before he mutters a soft "Cutu" under his breath and buries his face in your hair—letting you tighten your arms around him and pulling you in his lap, as he settles himself on your shared bed and starts stroking your thighs gently. 

With your hands and legs wrapped firmly around the strong built body of your gorgeous boyfriend and your nose buried in the crook of his neck, you think—'maybe spring isn't all that bad afterall.'

Hope you like this Anon! 

Thanks for reading! 

Have a nice day 💗

Oh my gosh.  While I was reading this I kept thinking this scenario is just like the one in the Smallville episode with Lois and Clark.  When I read the author’s notes I was ecstatic.  Anyway, the fic was really cute, my money was on Jin being the baddy.  

OREOS and Electroshock Couples Therapy

You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan…

Genre: Fluff/Comedy/Suspense

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Trope: Enemies/Rivals to Lovers ~ Fake Dating

AU Type: Loosely Brooklyn 99 (with a hint of Smallville) Police Detectives AU

Word Count: 3315

Warnings: kidnapping with threat of harm (not graphic) ~ mature themes and innuendo ~ light/implied smut

“Your delusions have run away with you again.”

“My delusions? Now I know it was you. You’re even more insufferably pretentious when you’re trying to hide something.”

Jungkook grinned.

“Brilliant theory, Detective. Shame there’s no way to prove it.”

“You could confess,” you fumed tightly.

His grin became positively gleeful. You were this close to tasing him.

“Do you genuinely expect me to confess that I ate your last Oreo?”

“It was a violation of human decency.”

“Yes, and when we find the culprit, I’ll be sure to tar and feather him.”

“You’re not taking this seriously, Jeon.”

“Now, whatever gave you that idea?” Jungkook asked as he folded an arrest report into a paper airplane.

You were saved from responding when Captain Kim barked both your names across the precinct.

“Detectives _______ and Jeon. My office. Now.”

Namjoon sighed as he watched the two of you bicker all the way to the door.

It’s like having extra children. 

“We’ve got a case. Commissioner marked it top priority and you two are taking lead as of right now.”

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion and Jungkook raised a single curious brow.

“But Jimin is my –”

“Why not Hoseok?”

Namjoon raised a hand to silence you both. You weren’t teaming with your regular partners. Questions were to be expected.

“Jimin’s staying on that trafficking case while you work with Jeon. We need to draw out a perp targeting engaged couples. Thus far, all of his victims have been a male and a female, mid-to-late twenties. You two fit the profile, so…” he grinned, “congratulations on your engagement.”

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