Updated: 11/20/18

updated: 11/20/18

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legend;

m: smut f: fluff a: angst ✎ : coming soon ╰☆╮ : newest

series legend;

✓ : complete ✕ : in progress ✛ : hiatus

blog schedule | WIP page

❝ O N E S H O T S

― the cockpile: change of pace | m → 3.2k ↳  pornstar!au, one-shot series

❝ O N E S H O T S

― the cockpile: love birds | m; f → 6.5k ↳  amateur porn couple!au, one-shot series

― clientele: cheat | m ; a → 3.1k ↳  escort!au

― show | m  → 2.1k ↳ no au

❝ S E R I E S

―  new and fresh | m; f; a ↳  virgin kink series | college!au, fuckboy!au chapters: 1 ; 2 ; 3 | ✕ 

― talk | m ↳ phone sex operator!au, friends2lovers chapters: 1 ; 2 | ✎ ✕

❝ O N E S H O T S

― barbarian | m ; f → 2.5k ↳ viking!hoseok

― the cockpile: velvet | m → 4k ↳  dungeon master!hoseok, one shot series

― beleaguer | m; a → 2.4k ↳ e2l, neighbor!au

―  hot bot: test | m; f → 3.1k ↳ sex bot!au, hot bot spinoff

❝ S E R I E S

― news | ✛ ↳  college!au, social media!au, mystery!au parts; 1 ; 2 ; 3

❝ O N E S H O T S

― the cockpile: tell me more | m → 2.4k ↳ casting couch!au, one shot series

❝ O N E S H O T S

―  the cockpile: busanbaby95 | m; f; a → 4.8k ↳  cam boy!jimin, cam couple!au, one shot series

― casual clothes | m ; f → 4.2k ↳ sex therapist!au

❝ S E R I E S

― ✎ something’s not right |  ✓ ↳ possession!au, interactive story chapters; 1 ; 2 | ✓

❝ O N E S H O T S

―    1-800-music-street | m ; a ; f → 13.2k ↳     homeless!tae, saxophonist!tae, street performer!tae

― the cockpile: work of art | m → 3.1k ↳  tattooed!taehyung, pornstar!au, one shot series

― hot bot: gift | m ; f ; a(?) → 3.8k ↳ sex bot!kth, hot bot spinoff

― tattooed two | m ; f → 8.5k ↳ tattooed!au, tattoo artist!au

❝ O N E S H O T S

― the cockpile: try out | m ; a ; f →6.6k ↳ pornstar!jungkook, one shot series

― simply.cute97 | m ; f → 6.5k ↳ cam couple!au

― tattooed two | m ; f → 8.5k ↳ tattooed!au, tattoo artist!au

― floods in a flame ╰☆╮ → 7.1k ↳ dragon!au, mermaid!au, magical!au

❝ S E R I E S

― hot bot | m ; f ; a ↳  robot!jjk, sex bot!jjk chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | ✓

― news | ✛ ↳  college!au, social media!au, mystery!au parts; 1 ; 2 ; 3

― tag, you’re it | ✕ ↳ college au, horror!au, social media!au, interactive story mini masterlist

― ✎ risk it all | a; f; s | ✕ ↳ hybrid!au parts; 1 ; 2 | ✎

― ✎ something’s not right |  ✓ ↳ possession!au, interactive story chapters; 1 ; 2 | ✓

Min Yoongi, Library Services

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys  (her moodboards for the series are perfection)

Pairing: Reader / Yoongi

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, light voyeurism)

Word Count: 7,364

Summary: When you accept the the offered research position at Bangtan University, you are well aware of your partner’s prestige. The only problem is - so is he.

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Min Yoongi—New York: Elevator

Communication isn’t always about language. —smut, the new york miniseries

» elevator :: hotel :: studio

1,765 words

photo cred

You pushed the elevator button rapidly and with so much force you were surprised you hadn’t broken it yet. It had been a shit day. Your bills were late, your ex-boyfriend had shown up at your job, the lunch you were currently on was over an hour late, and one of the people staying at the fancy hotel you worked at had complained to your boss about you…again.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, make an appointment ahead with your dentist

a/n: here’s a series of little “types of kisses” drabbles that correspond with each of these prompts; just lots of soft and not so soft self indulgence about kissing min yoongi’s dumb lips and face

word count: 2,975

1. Whispering “I love you” between kisses

Feverish ministrations curled against your lips, a stark contrast to the gradual roll of a weighted presence hovering above you. Yoongi’s elbows framed your face, fingers brushing hair off your features to give him better access at your mouth. Lazy, chaste pulls melded away from desperation, pairing to the tired curl of his eyelashes into the apples of his cheeks as he sighed into your mouth. 

“I love you,” The phrase curled around your heart, squeezing the rapid thrum to skip half a beat. 

“Good morning,” You countered, wrinkling your nose. 

Yoongi shook his head, fluttering fringe tracing your skin. You registered the timbre of his voice a second time, gruff in his throat as he curled over you, dark black swallowing the color of his irises as he gazed at you. 

“I love you.”

His lips were on you again, pliable and soft, molding into the twinge of your smile. 

“You’re supposed to say it back,” Yoongi reminded you, raking fingers through your hair to splay it over the pillows. 

“I can’t,” You squeaked when he kissed you again, “Mouth is a little preoccupied.”

“Try.”

“I-” You mewled, accepting the prolonged pluck of his mouth at your bottom lip, “-love-” Your eyes blinked open, meeting the pointed smirk plastered to his features, “-you.”

Yoongi’s nose nuzzled against your cheek, dragging across your skin to muse, “Better.”

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Romancing the Tome (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Contributors: @moonmangyu for this moodboard aka Bee’s death.

Pairing: You / Yoongi

Rating: 18+

Warnings: bondage, dirty talk, switch!Yoongi, obscene levels of sarcasm

Word Count: 22,306

Summary:  Min Yoongi is many things: renowned archaeologist, versatile hat-wearer, on a bit of an unlucky streak with his work and kind of an ass. What he isn’t, is fluent in Latin. Meaning, Yoongi can’t quite determine if he’s being led astray on his most recent archaelogical expedition. Enter you, cultural linguist and all-around badass. The goal? Treasure. The means? Your teensy, tiny car. The problem? Min Yoongi is so damn annoying, you might just kill him first. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY @m00nk1ld !!)

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vanilla bean - myg

summary: This isn’t a game, nor is it the Twilight universe. Yoongi wants you to believe both before he’ll even consider turning you. 

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: vampire!yoongi; human!reader

warnings: blood mentions, minor violence, copious amounts of Twilight jokes, hannah’s bad attempt at writing something with substance

word count: 7,633

a/n: if you happened to read this in the three hours it was up the previous time, congrats idk how you managed omg. like…go easy on me okay, i tend to work better within smaller word counts lmAO. based off this request:

The blister screaming at the back of your right heel could sense the shoddy leather wrapped around your ankle, the cheap shoes shrinking further into your skin each time another Louboutin clacked across the tile past you. Smooth silk pleats wrapped around your body suddenly itched, pulling at the prickles crawling across your skin each time a new pair of beaded red eyes dragged up your stature, smirking at your state.

They didn’t have to see the sweat prickling along your hairline to hear the hammer of your heart as it clattered violently against your ribs.

Hoseok’s text thread was open when you unlocked your phone, three enlarged emoticons glaring at you, his sarcastic have fun, my love! enough to elicit the strength within you it would take to rip out one of his fangs with your bare hands. A vague thought haunted your conscious, that this was just another one of his stupid tricks, that his dismissive, “I’m certainly not going to do it, but my friend might be interested.” was just a ploy to send you to the restaurant where a salad cost more than your entire life’s earnings. Any second his stupid fluffy red hair would poke out from behind the springy ficus in the corner, submit to your embarrassment with raised hands and that full faced smile, bite you just over the wool rug as to not spill any on the swirling marble tile and just get it over with.

“Work will be interesting Monday,” He’d say, and it would be, as two of two midnight grocery baggers would now have an insatiable taste for the blood of the stumbling patrons passing through their lines at painstakingly slow paces.

The message was half typed, autocorrect having a time with the shaking state of your thumbs, what the fuck, when a gentle hand curled around the small of your back.

You were sure your heart had leapt into the base of your throat, the pulsating organ peeking out from the back of your tongue if your startled lips parted even a breath more. The owner of the hand chuckled, reverberating in your hollow chest cavity, the rasp almost childlike before it pulled into something anything but. Deep brown, a shade away from rich obsidian, studied you when your neck jerked, thin pink lips tugging upward at one corner.

“Did I startle you?”

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