Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Summary: “Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this” - Conan Gray (Family Line) Genre: Mafia!AU, Arranged Marriage, Angst, Fluff Warnings: Violence, Swearing Rating: PG-13 A/N: Okay. Let’s give this Mafia AU another shot so everyone can please stop reading my old mafia fic that is just terrible and i’m so sorry Other: Masterlist
Chapters
0. Teaser
3. Ruins
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Summary: “All of my past, I tried to erase it, but now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same.” - Conan Gray (Family Line) Genre: Mafia!AU, Arranged Marriage, Angst, Fluff Warnings: Violence, Swearing Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 5.9K A/N: It’s my birthday, so here’s my birthday gift to you :) Other: Masterlist ; Series Masterlist
— “Well, look who I ran into,” crowed Coincidence. In which, you cross paths with a man, who, unbeknownst to you, holds the city by the neck in fear. Your life will never be the same.
Word Count: 4,775 (i-it’s longer than the prev one haha (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ can’t you just tell I’m a slut for hyung line)
Content/s: oblivious!y/n, mysterious/sus behavior from the boys (esp yoongs and joon here) lol, meet-cutes?? FLUFF, crack, feels, JOON is called JOHN bc haha, u have an annoying ex here :DDD, blood, sTAB sTAB, cursing, Mafia AU
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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMASSS!!! (it’s xmas now in the ph hehe) Ah yes, nothing spells Christmas like a Mafia AU reaction :DDD (im not feeling particularly festive I’m sorry AHWHAHAh) anyways HERE IS HYUNG LINEEE!!! I hope you guys enjoy reading this!!
You were a simple woman. You see an irrevocably handsome man, you respectfully simp from a distance. The stranger had broad shoulders and a gentlemanly aura to him. You caught a glimpse of his face at some point, and you were so taken aback by his beauty that you had to step away and duck somewhere else, intimidated by being in his beautiful presence.
How could you dare approach him, too?
Compared to the man’s clean, business casual look, you were currently dressed in sweats and a three-day old oversized hoodie at the peak of lazy and unkempt comfort. You like to think that you dress up quite nicely, but it was a Friday, after all. You had to stay cozy and laidback after a long week of hustling.
Game of the year
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You’re right. King Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, eldest son of House Stark, declared King in the North, wouldn’t treat me like this.
Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Werewolf! AU/ Smut / Dash of Fluff Word Count: 12,730
Crescent Bound Series Masterlist |Jungkook| Yoongi | Jimin
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (and if you can handle that then I’m pretty sure you can handle the coarse language)
The first time you noticed a change with Jungkook was towards the end of summer before classes started again. It was late evening. The last of the summer heat for the day drawn away and the cool breeze from the open window crept in. You shifted closer to Jungkook, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off him to you. His body temperature always running a tad bit higher than yours and you would tease him about it. He’d joke and say that it’s because your heart was so cold and his was warm. He had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. There was nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. It started off as your typical night with Jungkook, watching movies on the couch in the living room of his house. You had cuddled him before, something that was nothing more than an innocent gesture between both of you. Yet that night was different. When you moved closer to him he stiffened, and though you had barely brushed against him a loud groan escaped his lips before he collapsed from the couch on to the ground. He keeled over grasping at his wrist, his breathing erratic.
Rating: M Pairing: Jeongguk/You Words: 22,334 Summary: “I volunteer,” you say softly, gasps rising up from the crowd behind you. You can hear some of your tribe members burst into tears, some mutterings of thank the gods. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Elder Choi smiling smugly. “Are you sure, child?” Alpha Kim asks gravely, “Are you ready to leave all this behind? You will not be able to come home.” You internally scoff. Home. This place hasn’t been home in years.“I am sure, Alpha Kim. I volunteer to be the offering this year,” you confirm, voice unwavering. AN: i’ve been working on this for too long and it ITSELF is too long i literally just wanted to write about big dick jeongguk why am i like this Warnings: jeongguk is an alpha, there’s like a hint of beastiality? you don’t actually get fucked by a wolf though you just want to be lol, lots of gratuitous sex and overall cheesiness because jk is still a goofball, pussy eating, finger, edging, overstim? maybe? or at least a poor attempt at it, blowjobs, vaginal sex and knotting, i’m not sure if i have to warn about anything else, also major warning i read through this SO quick i was tired of looking at it i’m sorry
When one of the Elders asks for you to meet in their cabin after dinner, your heart sinks to your feet. The Elders, and most of your tribe for that matter, don’t go out of their way to speak to you, so for one of them to call upon you can’t be good news.
You don’t eat much, stomach twisting violently as you sit in a secluded corner, immune to the chattering around you. Maybe today is the day they kick you out. It’s no secret your tribe doesn’t like you, your orphanism a major hurdle they’re unable to overcome, considering the scarce resources your tribe are reluctant to share with someone who’s unable to provide.
“Elder Choi,” you knock politely, bowing your head as you pop your head in, “You wished to see me?”
“Ah, yes, Y/N, come in child,” his voice is soft, giving no hint as to what’s to come, “Please, sit.”
You kneel on a pillow at his tea table, accepting the cup from him. It’s silent as you both drink, your mind whirling as you try to think what’s about to happen.
“It will be your first Lottery tomorrow, yes?” he asks.
“Yes, Elder Choi,” you answer.
When your first heat approaches and you are left desperate and partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?
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**UNEDITED**
“Y/N…”
An elbow nudging into your side pulled you back into consciousness, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you jerked your head back up. You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown finding your lips as you realized that you had somehow slept through your entire lecture, the shuffle of students as they began to gather their things and slide out the lecture hall greeting you.
“Morning, princess. Thought you’d never wake up.” The silvery voice of your best friend mocked.
Turning towards Jungkook, you furthered your frown, a small sound of annoyance escaping you.
“How did we end up with a verbal laxative as a professor?”
The brown-haired boy let out an attractive laugh, reaching over as he began to pack his things.
“He’s not that bad. This lecture was actually interesting – if you had only stayed awake long enough to notice.” He countered.
You sighed, moving to mirror your best friend’s actions, “Ugh, sorry, sorry. I haven’t been sleeping much lately…” You threw your bag over your shoulder, making your way down and across the room, your loyal guard dog trailing closely behind you.
You held back a snicker at your own thoughts.
Although Jungkook had explicitly told you that he wasn’t fond of the dog comparison, it didn’t change the fact that he did keep you within arms reach at all times. You weren’t too fussed. You knew it was his alpha nature that couldn’t help but follow his omega best friend close.
Sexual themes
summary: to greek gods, it was a well-known fact that the fates liked to play tricks. but was this too far? what would happen when they made two unlikely gods have a tugging string in their hearts, yearning for each other?
pairing: hades!jin x persephone!reader
genre: fluff / angst / greek god! au / black swan! au
word count: 18.3k
warnings: the use of the word “whore” / cursing / snake mention
a/n: WOW this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. please check out both pt 1 and the note about this series in my masterlist before reading! i know this is SO overdue like a year overdue. i’ve been writing it in the last three months bc school <<. anyways, thanks for reading and enjoy!! :D
By the time you wake up, he is gone— not that you had known he sat next to you. But when you rose up from your slumber, a coat fell from your shoulders.
His..?
You looked at it and wondered if he had given it to you. It was a thoughtful gesture, and a necessary one as your hands were getting numb. Before wrapping it around your shoulders, you stretch your hands above you. Blinking the drowsiness out of your eyes and sitting up a little further, you yawned and decided to stand up. Your feet hit a softer material that you weren’t expecting, making you look down. The cold floor that was there yesterday was covered by a soft gray rug and you moved your toes to feel it more.
Him and his dark colors.
You rolled your eyes at the color palette of the entire room and thought that maybe the guy hadn’t decorated in a while. It made you think of Yoongi’s liking for dark colors even though he was viewed as basically the opposite— the god of love. If you were going to live here for the rest of your life, a thought that made you sigh, might as well change the place a bit. Adding tones of lighter colors would not be so bad, maybe brighten up the room and seem less like a cave and more like a palace. You looked around the room to the lanterns on the wall and decided that you would have to do something about that.
It didn’t even light up the room! What was the point of lights if you can’t even see the floor?
The air seemed less tense than when you entered the palace and you were definitely feeling it. The entire palace was suffocating when you walked inside, cold and sharp as if to hurt you. But now, it seemed different. Maybe not soft or lush like your home— or what was your home in the mortal realm. It was rather empty instead of spikes, a little bit better, but not great either.
You continued to look around the room before your eyes landed on a small nightstand and saw a few warmer clothes. You walked towards it and with one hand, as the other was tightly holding his coat, you felt the material. It was a lot thicker than your chiton and was a dark green, reminiscent of the forest trees back home. Your lips lifted up in a light smile at the thought and decided to change into it. Before removing your current dress, you saw that there was a flower. You didn’t understand how flowers could grow in the Underworld, and when you picked it up and realized it was a silver color, but fake. Not the color of jewelry that you often saw other mortals wearing, but like a coin. It was pretty.
A piece of paper fell on the floor that had been next to the flower. Picking up to read it, you were surprised by the penmanship.
summary: to greek gods, it was a well-known fact that the fates liked to play tricks. but was this too far? what would happen when they made two unlikely gods have a tugging string in their hearts, yearning for each other?
pairing: hades!jin x persephone!reader
genre: angst / fluff / greek god! au / black swan! au
word count: 7.1k
warnings: isolation, slight manipulation
a/n: please check out the note about this series in my masterlist before reading! (this is the version where you’re taller than the members) thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy :D
Another warm spring day, with the flowers blooming, birds chirping. An overall happy theme.
You despised it.
Hey, can you please do #2 and #33 hand holding with mafia joon and doctor oc. I just love your work. Thanks
prompt / hand-holding (#2; “calloused hands in soft hands," (#33); "bandaging the other's hand and not quite letting go." pairing / mafia!namjoon x doctor!reader genre / angst, fluff word count / 740 words warnings / blood and injuries, mentions of a gunshot wound lee’s notes / anotha one! sorry this one took a little longer but thank you for requesting nonetheless ❤️
you softly wince as you stare at namjoon's bleeding fist, feeling your heart break upon seeing him hurt. you let out a sigh, avoiding eye contact as you begin applying antiseptic on the wound.
"joon," you whisper softly, feeling a lump on the back of your throat. "i can't keep doing this."
namjoon's eyes soften as he glances towards you, placing his calloused hand on your knee. "i'm sorry, jagi." he softly replies, "i know i said i'd more careful but they needed me." he reasons, not wanting to see you upset.
but you just shake your head, feeling your lip beginning to quiver. "but you can't keep coming to me like this," you whisper after a few moments, voice cracking as tears begin spilling out of your eyes.
you finish wrapping up his hand and pull your hand away, only to be stopped when namjoon holds onto it. he looks at you and tilts his head, feeling like there was still something you weren't saying.
he watches as you sigh before speaking hesitantly, "i almost lost you last week, joon. i'm scared that one day, you'll come here and just—" you try to say before stopping yourself as you glance upwards to hold back your tears.
over the past few weeks, namjoon had rushed into your clinic with an array of injuries, each scaring you further than the last. the worst of it happened last week, when he was brought in by jimin with a gunshot to his abdomen.
to your dismay, he insisted on getting discharged earlier to take care of a deal, promising you he wouldn't get hurt. yet here he was, back at midnight with a bleeding fist and a cut lip.
"i'm sorry," namjoon whispers back in shame, scooting closer to you on the couch. "i'm so sorry, jagi."
at his tone, you finally burst into tears—letting out all the feelings you've held in for the past month. you begin to let out soft cries, leaning onto namjoon's chest when you feel him pull you towards him.
he can only comfort you in silence, nothing but guilt swimming in his heart because he knew he was the sole reason for your sadness.
"i get that i'm supposed to be your doctor, a-and that it's my job to help you but it just—it hurts too much." you say through your tears, tightly grasping the fabric of namjoon's shirt.
he simply frowns and hugs you closer, burying his nose in your hair. "i know, baby." he responds, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "this is all my fault—i should've known better." he says, pulling away to see your face properly.
when he sees the tears streaming down your face, he quickly wipes them away with his hands, feeling the contrast of his rough hands against your soft skin.
you simply lean against his hand, sniffling as he continues wiping the tears away. "we'll figure this out, okay?" he says, putting his hand on top of yours. "that i can promise."
once he brings his hand down, you nod before responding a soft "okay," too tired from crying to continue fighting. "i believe you, joon." you whisper, loosening your grip around him.
namjoon gives you the smallest of smiles at this, leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss as he guides you onto his lap. "thank you." he mumbles against your lips, bringing you closer.
and when he finally pulls away, he brings you in for a hug, laying your head on his shoulder as he intertwines your hands together. he gently rubs your back, giving you soft kisses on the forehead while he sees your eyes fluttering shut.
"you can rest, jagi. i won't go anywhere." he whispers assuringly, hearing you hum in response.
once you're fast asleep, he lets out a small smile and continues rubbing your back, using the other hand to grab his phone and call hoseok.
"hey," hoseok says from the other line, "you weren't picking up. we were starting to get a bit worried."
namjoon sighs at this, "don't worry, i'm fine." he replies softly, "can you do me a favor, though?"
"for sure, what is it?" hoseok replies, feeling the seriousness in the leader's tone.
namjoon leans against the couch behind him, glancing towards you.
"could you tell yeonjun to call jinyoung? i think it's about time i found myself a new doctor."
pairing: grim reaper!yoongi x immortal soul human!reader genre: crack, fluff, a little angst, exes to lovers drabble wc: 889 warnings: main character death but it’s not that srs yk summary: min yoongi is a grim reaper and you would do everything to be with him.
a/n: hey! writing blipped is not going where i thought it would be and it is now more angsty than ever so i thought i would write a smol crack drabble based on a tiktok that went on my fyp.
↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
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PART ONE
12:16 pm.
The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today’s lab was going to totally suck.
You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.
You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom’s blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock’s sound.
You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.
Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.
Wicked.
“Good afternoon, everyone.” Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. “I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn’t wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you’re particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel.”
A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.
“No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–”
The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone’s attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader(fem y/n)
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, this is a period piece- victorian era england vampire au (an odd niche 💀🤣), smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(female receiving), fingering (female receiving), nipple play(female receiving), biting, mentions of blood, mentions of dead husband, mentions of arranged marriage, marriage at 19, use of a gun(not fired)
Synopsis: One stormy night fate brings a stranger to your door, maybe for worse, maybe for better….
Pairing – Prince/(King)! Namjoon x Princess/(Queen)! Reader
Genre – E2L, Fluff, Angst, Royal AU, Fantasy, Star Crossed Lovers
Summary – [You just follow your father’s orders at first, visiting the handsome prince becomes a routine in your everyday life. In the end, you help him escape but you never thought that he has been taken a liking to you too and that he’s adamant to save you from the claws of his enemy.]
Warnings – imprisonment, abduction, mention of malnourishment, brief mention of violence and war, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dry humping
Word Count – (3,2k)
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Author note. This fic is written for the golden royal event hosted by BtsGoldNet to celebrate our kings Namjoon’s and Jungkook’s birthdays that are both in September! I hope you’ll enjoy my royal au!
The prison is eerily quiet as you walk by empty cells. The underground walls trap the wet cold inside, resulting in a shiver going straight down your spine. Either from the frostbite that claws its way up to your body dressed in many layers of fabric or the way your heels echo in your head that creates this feeling like cotton balls are stuffed inside your ears and a cold hand is wrapped around your slim throat.
The prison guards are in rotation tonight but neither of them is here to shadow your steps through the fire lit concrete corridor. The natural light doesn’t reach this part of the cells as you venture deeper, the only object that aids your vision is the oil lamps that are placed on a hook hammered into the mold covered brick walls.
Here he is. The lion prince. Treated like a caged animal.
Your steps come to a halt at the end, you didn’t realise you were holding your breath until your lungs burned for air.
You can’t see his full face as he glares at his feet but those mud brown highlights in his hair are unmistakable proof that he’s the son of the lion king. You never met someone who came from that kingdom. Your mother said that if you ever meet one they’ll not hesitate to pierce your heart through with a sword embroidered with their proud animal.
Is there any chance of a second part of Strays? 🥺
Pairing: Gang Member!Yoongi x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst, Slowburn, Gang AU
Synopsis: Y/N and Yoongi had a slow proceeding relationship, and they both got softer. Love comes at a cost, especially when you can't protect your loved ones all the time.
TW: Extreme Violence, proceed with caution
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I never thought I'd add more to Strays, but I ended up really loving the concept of it :)
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It had been a couple of months since Yoongi swore to himself that he would protect (Y/N) no matter what happened.
That safety came at a cost. No matter how many cold nights Yoongi dreamed to keep her tight and hold her to protect her from the dangers of the outside world, he knew he had to keep her an arm's distance away. He never introduced her to the rest of his family, Purple Bangtan, no matter how much the other members would tease him for his newfound soft side for her. If he brought her too close, if the other gangs ever realized how much she meant to him, that would be putting her in danger.
He had promised to keep her safe. So he would never allow that to happen.
Pairing: Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 14.6k
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Lots of Blood, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jungkook), Mild Smut, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Decapitation, Throats are Slit, Wolf Attacks
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
Preview: “With your skirts drawn up over your thighs, the skin raised with goosebumps from the cool spring air, his hand retreated only to return with what looked like a stamp but where the rubber should have been, there were instead tiny needles all coated with bright red ink. Before you could begin to squirm again he quickly pressed it against the side of your thigh pulling a pained cry from your throat.
When he removed the faux stamp beads of blood rose to the surface of your skin, blending with the red ink that has been left behind. But the image imprinted on your skin was clear as day, a symbol your town had come to associate with fear: a skull pierced by a sword and ensnared by a snake. It was the mark of the reaper.
You had been marked for death.”
A/N: Here I am at almost three in the morning again lol. This is super UNEDITED but I will edit it tomorrow so please bear with me when it comes to any grammatical errors. I HUSTLED to get this done before classes start Monday so hopefully the quality did not suffer. This also ended up being 4-6k longer than intended. Very on brand. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜
It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but your stomach was twisted in knots.
You were one of the lucky ones, at least that was what your father had told you when he excitedly grabbed hold of your hands with a winning smile.
“A diamond in the rough,” He had whispered in awe, “How lucky I am to have had such a beautiful daughter born out of this village.”
It is true that none of us have a say as to what family we are born into, and that couldn’t be any more true for you. You were born into a poor family in a dilapidated village in the woods, you had been destined to live a destitute life like everyone else who had come before you. But you were happy. You enjoyed your spring days running barefoot through the Brooke, the lingering heat of summer nights beneath the stars, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, and the bite of cold winter wind against your cheeks. You adored the simplicity of the only life you had ever known and you never wanted for more.
But oftentimes, parents desired more for their children, more than they ever had. And that was why your father had jumped at the chance to marry you off to a visiting lord.
Had you not entered the forest that day to forage, maybe you would not have ended up in this situation. But you had so there was no point in dwelling on the alternate possibilities of what could have come to pass rather than what actually had.
