Yellow Eyes

Yellow Eyes

✦ characters: incubus!jimin x reader ✦ summary: lucid dreaming is such a fickle thing. are you dreaming or are you living in reality. one night, it’s hard to tell what is what but all you know is, his yellow eyes will be just as memorable as the pleasure he gave you. ✦ genre/words: incubus!au. sm*ut. supernatural. illusions. |  1.1 k words

How wonderful it is to wander in this valley of sweet corruption. Where fingers walk between the banks of a flowing river, and lips taste the nectar of summer peaches, left to ripen in the sun. - ‘Sweet Corruption’ by Michael Faudet

Sleepwalking is a funny thing. You’re not aware that you do it unless you sleep around someone else that catches you in the act then tells you about it. There’s no control over your actions. You could do the silliest or craziest of things while in such a deep slumber that you begin to move involuntarily in your surroundings. You know what’s even crazier than sleepwalking? Lucid dreaming.

There’s no telling when you truly learned how to lucid dream. You read about it once and became intrigued by it. It started with just waking up after a night’s rest and writing down your dream in a journal - anything you remembered about it. Over a short time, you became more conscious about your dreams. You had read that you will start to see something consistent in your dream- a red balloon, a specific musical note as soft as mezzo piano or bold as mezzo forte, a certain color, anything that appeals to your senses.

Tonight was exceptionally different; tonight it was yellow eyes. This dream felt like a new realm of realistic. Every sensation felt as if you were wide awake yet it was too good to be true. Your eyes fluttered open in your dream-like state. A man appeared at the foot of your bed and you could have sworn that through the darkness of your room, his eyes were vibrant like a golden amber.

“Who are you,” you asked in a decibel just above a whisper. The man smirked and took a step forward. The moonlight from the window traces his body perfectly, creating a blue hue against his skin in contrast to his yellow eyes.  It was then that you noticed his lack of clothing against his bare skin. Need immediately tinged between your legs as you took in his muscular form.

The man didn’t speak. Instead, the man started crawling onto your bed and it seemed as if a shadow lingered behind him. Unable to move, you watched his every movement as stealthy as they were. Somehow, you found yourself spreading your legs open as he crawled over top of you. Deep down, you felt this need to feel him and be completely consumed by him. As he laid between your legs, he held himself up with his hands on each side of your head. He cocked his head and his greyish hair dangled over his eyes as he licked his plump lips.

“You’re extraordinary,” was all he said. His words echoed through your ears like a hypnotic chime that immediately gave you a sense of calm and eagerness for more. You found yourself placing our hands over his shoulders to feel his soft skin. How could a man feel scolding hot yet so cold all at once? The dampness between your legs was unbearable and you felt every fiber of your being drawn to him. Your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. This made sense. Something you remembered vividly. Just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. Clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.

While looking into the man’s eyes, you lowered your hands to grab your shirt and pull it over your head to reveal your nakedness.  He watched your every move with hunger. A noticeable growl vibrated in his throat as he looked over you. As your eyes lowered down your body along with his, you realized that he was fully erect. His torso was muscular in every way and his length so beautifully hard and full of life. His tip was swollen as his base curved upward in a perfect position to fill you. Your lips parted slightly as a soft gasp escaped you when you see his arousal. His gaze immediately shoots back up to you, making you swallow hard as you look up at him.

“Am I dreaming,” you ask in a meek voice. The man’s smirk makes your core twitch. In a swift motion, you feel him slip off your underwear and toss it somewhere off the bed.  Suddenly, you’re very aware of the arousal between your legs and the heat from his body. He lowers himself further until he lines up against your entrance. The man takes your wrists and holds them firmly yet gently beside each side of your head while boring into your soul.

“Do you want to be dreaming…or do you want to be here with me,” the man asks; an innocence in his voice yet a darkness lingering behind it. A sensation suddenly overwhelms you as you feel him thrust inside of you; filling you to the brim. He watches your reaction as you squeeze your eyes shut and gasp, only to open your eyes again to look up at him. He bites his lip and pulls his length out of you so he can drive into you again - just for the same reaction. Your reaction satisfies him greatly.

Your hands roll into fists as his hips rolled time and time again, causing you bliss inside your core. The harsh pressure on your wrists as he pins you down only rises your arousal more and more. His length was perfectly thick and seemed to reach every inch of you that has ever craved to be reached. The thought of moaning his unknown name never crossed your mind because in such a dream state, all you can focus on is the climax building rapidly inside of you. As if reading your mind, the man spoke -

“Yes… Let go… I beg you…let it take over you…” His voice, even though he was right in your presence felt as if it was an echo in your ear. Such a strange sound yet it beckoned your orgasm to surface in an instant. Your legs quivered and trembled as your walls constricted around his length. Your nails digging further into your palms and the pain only seemed to arouse him further. As if he felt the pain that you felt. His thrusts became more erratic as his breathing quickened. The yellow hue in his eyes seemed to shimmer in the moonlight and you couldn’t help but to watch as he came undone. The feeling of him spilling his seed inside of you felt so euphoric, you felt as if you were orgasming again with him.

It seemed as if your sudden second orgasm prolonged his with intensity. Over and over, he thrusted inside of you; filling you and claiming you. He rolled his hips as his length rubbed inside of your walls with skilled perfection. Yet somehow suddenly, the sensation was gone in the blink of an eye. You laid there breathless as you saw the man slither like a shadow back into the darkness of your room. All you could see, as your body tingled with satisfaction was a pair of yellow eyes and a devilish smirk that sent goosebumps across your skin. In such a brief moment, you laid naked in your bed alone with the faint sound of a chuckle in the distance.

the things i said when i loved you.

summary — listen to the past two years of your relationship with yoongi, as told in a series of voicemails.

pairing — min yoongi x reader

genre — fluff, angst, and a lil humor

word count — 3,552

warnings — swearing, implications of alcohol/emotional abuse

notes — wow i have been inactive i know but i’ll give the age-old excuse of school :’((( i hope this makes up for my inactivity, it ended up being way longer than i expected! plus a yoongi fic! woo!!! to those of you who were patient with me, i love you all with my whole heart, and i hope you enjoy!

p.s. disclaimer: in no way am i implying that yoongi is a horrible person or that he is an asshat in relationships as he is in the one portrayed in this story. this is purely for fictional purposes.

p.p.s. thanks to luna (@louvresdemiel) and mia (@taenchanted) for helping me with this story! much love to you, my lil beans <3

“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” — Marilyn Monroe

You have [74] old messages.

MIN YOONGI on June 13, 2017 at 7:21 P.M.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me, Yoongi. I’m at the restaurant right now and I got us a table. Just make an immediate right and you’ll find me. Okay, um, see you soon.”

MIN YOONGI on June 13, 2017 at 9:33 P.M.

“Hey there, it’s Yoongi. I just wanted to say thank you for tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a date to last longer, and I’m pretty sure it’s all because of you. Wow, this is getting really corny really quickly so I’m gonna end it right here so, um, good night.”

MIN YOONGI on June 19, 2017 at 12:01 P.M.

“Hi, it’s me again. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about our date last week and how I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. There’s this spot in the mountains that has this amazing view of the sunset and it’s absolutely perfect for a picnic. I was wondering if you wanted to join me there, tomorrow night at 5:00? Just call me back.”

MIN YOONGI on June 19, 2017 at 12:03 P.M.

“Oh, and it definitely doesn’t have to be a date. We can totally go as a friends, you know, unless you want it to be a date, then it’s a date! But there’s no pressure, so no worries if you just want it be super casual— I’m going to stop talking now, okay, bye.”

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Microwave (Mis)adventures (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, slight angst, smut / college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU,  Warnings | Explicit language, lots of sarcastic banter, pillow-humping, masturbation, kitchen blowjob (!!!), eating out, fingering, creampie, cum-eating, unprotected sex  Word count | 20k

Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.

After attending college for a good three hellish but somewhat fun (only because you live to torture yourself) semesters, there are six things that you think you’ve mastered. 

Sleeping at 6am and waking up just on time for your 9am the next day and ready to kick some ass. 

Relying on coffee – a true college student’s lifeblood – to survive the day. 

Pretending that you have your shit together – people around you think you have everything under control. You’re part of your faculty club, the editor of your school’s publication and also on the freaking dean’s list and have an immaculate GPA to maintain. 

Being a bitch because college has a lot of dumb people and you don’t understand how there are so many people with just one brain cell, that is almost close to none. 

Making lists because checking off each task from your list is as satisfying as sleeping in on a Friday. 

Making routines and sticking to them. 

If there’s any skill that you’ve mastered, it should be these few, though it’s highly unfortunate that you can’t list any of the aforementioned skills in your resume. Skill number six is also your pet peeve and you just abhor, detest, loathe, fucking hate it when your routine gets all screwed up and just about everyone around you knows how anal you are about following your routines for the better of mankind and you won’t hesitate to throw hands if something goes awry.

You’ve never thought that you would actually be throwing hands until you see some stranger occupying your usual seat at your 8am lecture, for fuck’s sake. You’re not being territorial. There’s no such thing as assigned seats in college, but after the first week or so, people just got in the habit of sitting in the same spot – it’s like an unspoken decision. But your favourite seat is taken. Rudely taken by a mob of dark hair who’s casually scrolling through his phone. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Reader Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Reader, Jin (mentioned), Hopi (mentioned) Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, video games - Freeform, Making Out, I have no shame oh boy Summary:

You decide to surprise Jungkook with a night in eating food and playing video games. But after you challenge him to a few rounds, his competitive side gets the best of him and he comes up with an incredibly fun way of distracting you so he can win.

Act On It

Summary: You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself.

A college, coffee shop, and vampire AU all in one!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, and anything in between

Word Count: 15,639

A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written. I found this vampire!yoongi fic sitting in my WIPS back at the start of the year. I did my best to pick it up and rewrite the story into something interesting.

Hopefully you guys like it.

In your opinion, college is a fairly safe space. You go to classes, get along well with friends, enjoy sitting near the pond in the middle of your campus when the weather is nice. There are rarely any crimes—and when there are, it’s a stolen bike, a petty fight, or an…“attack”.

But! Attacks are rare.

Hell, sometimes they aren’t even acknowledged. Not everyone chooses to believe in folklore—that vampires are real and walking among us.

Some people are disbelievers because they’re too scared to give into the reality that every day they might be around someone who could pin them down and steal their blood in a split second. Others just…think it’s a hoax—the few and far between vampire attacks, that is.

“Those people just want attention. They can fake fang marks like that with special effects make-up.”

Society seems to be torn on their existence—just as some people refute the existence of ghosts or spirits, or even god and higher powers. You for one—well…you believe. At a younger age, in an event you’ll never forget—you had fallen off a swing at the park and gouged open your knee on the turf. In what seemed like a flash a shadow had appeared above you—a man looking to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. When you glanced up he had knelt down—his eyes meeting your curious and slightly frightened stare. His eyes were crimson, and it had seemed as if his irises were pulsing with….with…

“You need to be more careful,” he had told you, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily against his throat. He hadn’t bothered to help you up, instead stepping back— fingers trembling near his sides. “You can’t afford to get hurt around others if you keep smelling like that.”

And then he was gone. But despite his disappearance, his words stuck with you—lingered in the back of your mind for days—weeks, even.

What do I smell like? You had wondered, but had never bothered to search for the answer. Anytime you pondered potentially pricking your finger or making a harmless little cut, immediately those crimson eyes popped into your mind, and you found yourself weak at the knees—unable to follow through.

Years later, you’ve nearly forgotten about that man at the park—those deep red eyes and resounding words. You’re a college student—you’ve got papers to write, tests to take, applications to fill out—you don’t have time to worry about things such as ghosts, or higher powers, or vampires. As if. The only thing on your mind is class and the coffee you get every morning to help you through the day.

Also the cute, yet bored faced barista at the campus coffee shop you seem to face nearly 7 days a week, regardless of the time you leave to get your coffee. He’s charming in his own right—dark hair, styled a little lazily, and dressed in casual clothing that perfectly accentuates his body. He’s minimal effort good-looking, and you can’t believe how much you’re attracted to him sometimes.

“Morning,” you greet with a smile when you step up to the register, the line advancing forward. He doesn’t bother to look up, already hitting buttons on the screen in front of him and reaching to grab a cup to write your name on.

“Usual, right?” he asks in a low voice, sounding groggy, and you stare at the top of his head as he bends to grab a marker that had fallen on the floor.

“Tired?” you respond instead. He grunts.

“Long night.”

You hum in understanding as you watch him press the marker to the cup, however, instead of writing your name, with sloppy handwriting he ends up scribbling his own, and you break into a fit of giggles.

Cocking an eyebrow, the male glances up at you.

“Wow, suddenly our names are quite similar,” you say, pointing at the cup, and when he sees the permanent black Yoongi written he curses.

“Fuck, I’ll get you a new one–,” he begins apologetically, but you cut him off.

“No! It’s ok, it’s just a cup and you already know me, so it’s no big deal,” you laugh, smiling at him. He pauses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just draw a little heart next to it to make it cute and I think I’ll be fine,” you tease, and while Yoongi rolls his eyes, he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his face.

“I make no promises with that heart. Go ahead and swipe your card.”

Nodding, you do, and once the charge goes through you walk to the other end of the counter to wait, knowing by now that Yoongi will simply take your receipt and throw it away, since neither of you want it.

As you wait for your drink to be made, you pull your phone out and scroll through your twitter feed, trying to catch up on all the latest news and gossip before you run off to class. However, your finger only manages to swipe upward a few times before there’s a gasp behind you, and you turn to find a girl staring in horror at her phone which has just landed face down on the tile floor.

“Oh no,” you say, highly sympathetic as you squat down and gently pick the phone up since she’s clearly too petrified to do it herself. You peek at it, tilting the screen your way, and the hiss that escapes your lips is enough to let the girl know that she’ll be needing a new phone sometime soon.

“Shit, the glass,” you mumble as you return the phone to her, managing to mirror her thankful, albeit disappointed smile. She says that she’ll clean the glass up since it was her fault, but you tell her that you’ve got it, and reach over to grab a napkin.

“Don’t touch it, Y/N. We’ll clean it up,” you hear Yoongi’s voice command from the background, almost warning you to not do anything stupid, but you wave him off. You’ll be fine, it’s just a little glass.

So, putting the napkin next to the tiny shards, you gently use the side of your hand to brush the pieces onto the napkin. In the background Yoongi calls your name to get your drink, and then immediately sighs when he sees you bent down, trying to macgyver glass onto a napkin like a cave man.

“You’re dumb,” he grumbles as you stand up, turning to face him with the napkin full of glass in your palm.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” you grin triumphantly, but just as you transfer the napkin to Yoongi to be disposed of, a piece of glass tears through the thin layers of paper and scrapes your skin.

“Ow, fuck,” you curse, examining the damage as Yoongi hurriedly takes the glass from you and tosses it into the waste bin. You hold your palm out, fingers lightly pressing at the cut—red seeping at the edges—but before you can move to find something to clean yourself up, Yoongi’s hands are embracing your hurt one.

“Yoongi?” you say in surprise, watching as his thumbs brush against your palm, pressing down slightly on either side of the scrape. At the action more blood appears, and you glance up at him in shock.

“Yoongi…?”

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Fandom: BTS Reader-insert: Female Genre: Erotic Romance Pairing: Sub! Yoongi x Dom!reader Alternative Universe: Domestic Warnings: Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Pegging | Anal Play | Sex Toys | Santa Kink | Pegging | Read at your own risk Word Count: 2249 Estimated Reading Time: 10 minutes

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