Ill Float Away - Myg | M

i’ll float away - myg | m

they show you how to swim, then they throw you in the deep end. what if I don’t float?  - float, the neighborhood.

↳ summary- years after the breakup, yoongi, a successful award-winning rapper with an unhealthy addiction, finds your wedding invite on Facebook.

↳ rating- explicit/18+

↳ word count- 12.6k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- idol!au, postbreakup!au, very heavy angst, smut, fluff

↳ warnings- discussions of drugs and death, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), creampie, dirty talk, min yoongi being a mental health king

↳ a.n- hi everyone! some of you may recognize this fic.  this fic is my baby. i went through and edited it a little more and put all the chapters together to make it a one shot.  i think it flows better that way!  i hope you enjoy this.  this fic means so so so much to me and while it’s heavy, i hope you enjoy the ride it will take you on.  this fic got me back into writing and i will forever be thankful for that.

↳ this fic contains adult content, such as drug use, discussions of suicide, accidental overdose, discussions of drugs and addictions.  while this is not romanticized, or idolized, it is discussed.  please take care of yourself and proceed with caution.  18+ | discretion is advised.

‘We cordially invite you to the wedding of…’

Min Yoongi felt numb.

Yoongi always felt numb, but this felt different, wrong.  Like he was falling and had no ledge to grip.

It felt as if the world had stopped on its axis, and at any moment, gravity would turn off and he would just float, float away to nothingness.

There was no sound. Everything existed in silence.

His fingers couldn’t move. Eyes were glued to his phone screen where he stared at the wedding invite on fucking Facebook.

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choke me, daddy.

prompt:  “choke me.”

i am unapologetic about my troll title.  ty anon for the prompt!  👀  this is the couple from up all night.  also, this isn’t beta read so i’m sorry if there are glaring errors lolz!!

pairing.  knj x reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  this is smut, y’all.  choking, riding that d**k, etc..  wc.  1.2k.

You’ve always been obsessed with his hands.  The way the knuckles flex, the stretch of muscle and sinew beneath honeyed skin.  His broad palms, so much larger than yours, big enough to engulf them whole when you’re holding hands.  You’ve watched the way he stocks shelves and pieces strands of wayward hair behind his ear.  He does everything with assured movements - like he’s perfectly aware of how capable they are.  

You wonder how they’d feel around your neck.

“Choke me.”  It comes before you can think better of it, driven by the soft buzz of liquor in your veins, the intoxication of just his touch.  You’d blush bright red if you weren’t already flushed, sweat beading at your temple.  

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all over you | jjk

summary - you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you. 

genre - smut

word count - 8.1k

warnings - body praise, finger sucking, nipple play, light choking, biting, hickeys, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), fingering in the library, swearing, enemies to lovers

Jungkook catches your eye as you pass through the library. His features haven’t gone unbeknownst to you; short dark hair, deep eyes, jaw carved by gods good chisel, a body to die for. Not to mention, he’s always top of his class and still manages to find the time to run a campus gaming club. He’s literally everything. 

You’re only here to return a textbook, but you’re way too captivated by his presence to complete the task. This happens almost every time you see him. These scenarios usually begin with you handing him a compliment and ends with him telling you to go away. Alright. Maybe you had an embarrassing run-in with him at a party that left him despising you, but that’s not going to stop you from striking up friendly conversation. You’re more than mutuals. You’ve been at the same college for the past two years and your fathers are work colleagues and regularly drink together. Let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“Hi, handsome.” You pull up a seat opposite him and give his outfit a once-over; jeans and a black sweater. Take me now. He used to wear thin, black rimmed glasses, but has recently opted for contacts. You’re starting to miss stealing and trying them on. “What you doin’?”

When he looks up at you with a dull expression, you can’t help but catch your bottom lip between your teeth. The faint taste of your strawberry lipgloss pools on your tongue. He’s so fucking hot. 

“Y/N, I’m busy.” He says lowly as to not disturb other studying students. “Can you go and annoy someone else?“

“My gosh.” You take one of his pens and twirl it between your fingers. “You’re always so rude to me. I wonder why.” 

“You know why.” He reaches for his pen, but you pull it away from his touch. A smile tugs at your glossy lips. If he wants to play hard to get, that’s fine, but you’re certain he’ll be captivated by you soon enough.

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jimin x wet hair cr.

seokjin runs so other men can walk <3

the interpretation of dreams - knj

unexpressed emotions will never die - the interpretation of dreams, sigmund freud

summary- he’s the man of your dreams, the an you’ve spent over 6 years pining over.  and he’s also your Ph.D. mentor and in charge of your very future.

word count- 13.8k

pairing- namjoon x reader, background jikook

rating- 18+

genre- oneshot, smut, fluff

warnings- dom/sub undertones, penetrative sex, oral sex (m.f. receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be like this! pls), creampie, impreg kink I guess if u squint?, dirty talk, praise kink x 100, joon is a soft!dom, wants to praise u forever and ever, finger sucking, sluttybff!jimin, casual and consenting name-calling, jimin calls u bitch a lot but its ok, daddy kink lmao.

a.n- namjoon in glasses breaks me everytime.  i had to get this out here bc that man gets me too hot.  also, word of caution, in real life don’t fuck your Ph.D. mentor, lmao it will not end well

Grad school was hard enough without harboring a massive, supreme, gargantuan crush on your mentor.  

You weren’t sure why the universe had conspired against you.  You were doing everything right.  You stayed in school, got great grades, never disobeyed your parents, graduated with honors from high school, graduated cum laude in college, and were well into your third year of a prestigious, world-renowned Ph.D. program for psychology.

So why the absolute fuck did the universe place you, little old you, with the hottest dissertation mentor, professor, and male specimen, the absolute ultimate dream come true, Prince Charming himself, Dr. Kim Namjoon?  For all 5 years of your program!  Weren’t you allowed some saving graces in your life?  Some sort of a break? 

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