Dude I-- And The Way This Is Very Presently Canon In My Head Because Usually Its Always The 'bright Looking

dude i-- and the way this is very presently canon in my head because usually its always the 'bright looking energetic' ones that hide secret kinks and pervyness aside from the 'quiet-slinky' dudes. JFBWJDJJSKSHDJD--

i feel like college bf Yunho is SUCH A SWEETHEART but in the sheets he’s highkey a hard dom. I feel like he’d want to ruin you especially if you look innocent. Oof his corruption go brrrrr whenever you give him this puppy eyes ‼️‼️‼️

You make him so pervy because fuck you’re so oblivious of every lewd thing you do. Like that one time where you would innocently beg him to give you a piggyback ride and he’d replay those whiny « please yuyu !! » in his imagination while he’s stroking himself in the shower. I don’t think he’d even want to tell you about his tendencies for the first time you’re sleeping over. He’d make out with you, finger you into a very good orgasm and then cuddle you to sleep, giving you a simple excuse of « another time baby we got class early tomorrow » (at which you pout very cutely in his opinion)

Now my creativity (and writing) isn’t the best to be able to write how you discovered his kinks but I think the trigger would be you begging him to fuck you dumb and that would make him wanna quickly discuss boundaries like safe words and stuff because he’s literally 3 seconds away to rail the shit out of you.

💔 anon

yunho is 100% a hard dom. HAAAARD. (remind me to write something for hard dom!yunho one day idk why i haven't yet)

and this concept...... THIS CONCEPT. yep yep yep. just you being your everyday cute self would literally make him wanna bust. he'd be on a study date with you in the library and literally wouldn't be able to get any work done. you're taking notes in glitter pen and decorating your notes with little stickers and all he can think about is bending you over the table and fucking you until you can't walk. and if you ever asked for a bite of his food, he'd literally get hard watching how wide your eyes get while he's putting the spoon in your mouth.

and he'd take such good care of his baby :( you're exactly right, he wouldn't admit all the things he wants to do to you at first. he'd finger you or eat you out and make you cum over and over, but it would take a long time for him to fuck you the way he wants to.

omfg okay so picture this: yunho is trying so hard to study (he should know better than to try to study with you by now, but i digress) and you're feeling so needy. it would start with a, "yuyu can you play with me?" and he'd answer with a simple, "not now, baby. need to get this done." and you keep begging and he keeps brushing you off until you just pick up his hand and shove his fingers in your mouth. those mfs are LONG so you'd definitely be gagging and once you pull off he'd just stare at you with super wide eyes. say something like "i wanna be your slut yuyu :( i want you to fuck me dumb :(" and he'd shove everything off the desk, explain the color system, and rail you until you're sobbing

well, if it isn't the consequences of your actions, you all knew what would happen if marcos sat as the president, and now the whole world's watching our ass crumble. The fucking secondhand embarrassment we would have to gut from everyone's eyes and from the countries that the marcoses fucked up.

Flower crown

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i am currently on college emo boyfriend brain rot hour and this is not helping

welcome to yunho's hand rot time hour

im gonna be honest with you right now...

im ONLY looking at your hands

THIS--- i dont normally read really long fanfics BUT THIS?!-- omaighad--

Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

You and Yoongi play basketball together, late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up, but now you do nearly every day. You gather with the others at the edge of the court when the street lights turn on. Maybe it’s just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody-two-shoes alike, pros and newbies at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious and no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes and playful feuds. 

One night when a regular named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based on who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

You’re always the last two to leave the court at night, sometimes just before the lights shut off at midnight, sometimes you have to hop the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock up. You joke that he might have a vendetta against your group- you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he grumbles about leaving early. 

And on the nights where strangers lean in- when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should. When there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home.

You try reserving your impression until you know him better. But the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. 

Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful around him. The others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. 

You realize this when he stats to walk you home. No one messes with him, the other gangbangers on the street don’t catcall you when yoongi walks you home. Shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. 

Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute, charming even, and he’s nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says (and he’s not wrong- it isn’t.) he tries to get you to stay home each night or tries to guilt you into only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone. but the way he looks at you- guarded but curious and with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, makes you think that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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