Individual Masterlist

Individual Masterlist

Seokjin (Jin)

Unexpected

Fire

Camping

Cheating

Suicide

Day Off

Just One Day

You want to sleep over at the dorm

You hated your first day of class

You have a really short attention span

He finds you passed out

You accidentally kiss him

He supports you when you’re fired

You’re secretly a stripper

You have a cook off - Part Two

You’re feeling insecure

Your mother is ARMY

Yoongi (Suga)

Let’s Sleep

Day Off

Brown Piano

Little Sister

Gone - Part Two

Scratch Marks - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Younger - Part Two

Being Soft

Panicking

Depression

Rivals

Not Enough

Best Friends

Pebble - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

You’re feeling insecure after your pregnancy

He has a soft spot for you

You break down from stress

You’ve never drank before

He wants you to feature on his track

He ends up in hospital due to exhaustion

You’re upset about your weight

You try to leave him

You come out as non-binary

You move in next door with your child

He gets scared by your pregnancy

He comforts his pregnant wife

He thinks you’re a spy

You’re deaf but learn to read music

You’re an introvert

You’re terminally ill

You have scars from an abusive relationship

You see him kill someone

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Irritated

Tutor - Part Two

Why?

Biker Gang

Emotional

Hate - Part Two - Part Three 

He finds out that Jungkook runs a tumblr blog

You ruin your friendship

He tries to teach you to dance

You’re really sick

You’re a dancer as well

You want a divorce

He’s cheating on you

Your daughter asks where you are

Your two year wedding anniversary

Your child asks why you have scars

Namjoon (RM)

Bad Puppy

Protection

Irresponsible - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six | Alternate

Comparison

Safe word

Too Much - Part Two - Part Three

Forgotten

Years

He’s distracting you from your work

You work with disabled children

You break down because of your insecurities

You tell him about your pregnancy

You won’t stop cuddling him

You want to give up on your dreams

He comforts you after a bad relationship

You both had bad days

He supports you coming out

You interrupt a VLive because of a spider

You’re both leaders of your groups

He holds your baby for the first time

You’re a fan

He’s falling in love

He accidentally plays your sextape

You’re making your baby’s new room

Jimin

Dalmatian

Pregnant

Memories - Part Two

One Year | Jimin’s POV - Part Two | Jimin’s POV - Part Three

Not Right

Lazy Day

You’re working yourself to exhaustion

You like him to take his shirt off when you cuddle

You lose use of your legs

You’re craving affection

You fall asleep to an instrumental of Serendipity 

He’s very upset

You ask him to train with you

You’re best friends and cuddle buddies

You get so angry that you lose control

You’re feeling suicidal

He gets jealous

You reject his public proposal

He sees Jungkook forcing himself on you

You’re home from surgery

Another member walks in while live

Taehyung (V)

Too Much

Leaving - Part Two

Sugar Daddy - Part Two - Part Three

Panic Attack

No Kids

Moving In

No Love

Don’t Go

You get pregnant after miscarrying before

He spoils you

He’s your favourite thing to draw

You cry because of his role in Hwarang

You don’t want to leave him alone in hospital

You’re not sure if you want to go through with your pregnancy

You’re nervous to meet his friends

You’re paid to date him again

You want to wait for marriage to have sex

He sings to you to calm you down

He introduces his childhood best friend to the group

He finds you crying in the bath

He breaks down

He comes over to help you with your child

You announce your pregnancy to the group

You had a really bad day

He sees someone forcing themselves onto you

He really loves you

You can sing Stigma

You’re tortured in front of him

He has to choose between you and his daughter

Jungkook

Feeling Little

Jealousy

Day Off

Different Paths - Part Two

Names - Part Two

Not Ideal

Competitive

Proposal

Dedication - Part Two

Nervous - Part Two - Part Three

Never Listens

Colours

Not The Same

Let’s Not

Sunset - Sunrise

He has to tell you that you’re pregnant

You’re not financially stable

You’re in and out of hospital a lot

He insults his pregnant wife

He has to comfort his daughter

He brings his son to work

He tries to speak English with your parents

You challenge him to arm wrestling

You think he’s cheating on you

He’s not your child’s favourite

You’re younger than him

You have a fight with your best friend

His little sister self-harms due to bullying

He confesses to you in the rain

You get kidnapped and beaten

You’re team captains for paintball

You accidentally eat glass

You’re terrified of sheep

You’re covered in paint

spoons.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Disgustingly fluffy. Oh, and some lighthearted fondling.

Count: 900 words.

The shadows of one in the morning dance around his eyes, scrutinising, weaving through his lashes with the taunt of his firm response to your tentative request. His resolve was slowly beginning to dissolve, you could tell, pushing your lower lip out slightly further, your fingertips coming up to brush back his midnight locks of hair, but his own flashes out from beneath the sheets to wrap around your wrist, halting movement. The frown upon his features winds tighter, and you collapse forward onto his chest with an aggravated sigh.

“Please! Just this once-”

“No,” Jeongguk repeats, releasing your arm, grunting a little as it heavily slumps onto his chest beside your face. He pokes your forehead and you wriggle away. “Stop being childish, and let’s go to sleep.”

You shoot bolt right up at that, and he can see the roses flaring across your cheeks in the sliver of moonlight that slips through the separation in the drapes. Before your glistening lips even part, he desperately wishes to swallow his words that you were instantly preparing to fire back at him.

“You stop being childish!” You start and he throws the sheets over his face with an exasperated moan, only to be confronted by your face, much closer, peering at him with a combination of anger and a plea once you had pulled the fabric back away. Being pissy never gets you anywhere with him, so you retrieve the gentle approach once again, clasping his face between your palms and pressing small kisses to the firm line of his lips among your calmer words. “Jeongguk, it will only be for tonight. Plus, you always say you wake up eating my hair, so give me the chance to experience that. Have the night off from being my protector.”

He was relenting, warmed clay beneath your hands, sighing against your mouth and watching you with those endearing onyx eyes that resemble galaxies, black infinities at this time of night. He coos, soft and sweet. “I like protecting you though, baby.”

“You melt me, really,” You smile with honest affection before it itches into a small smirk, already easing your body parallel to his. “So, is that a yes?”

Jeongguk appears to contemplate for the briefest of moments, watching you before rolling his eyes, and then physically rolling himself onto his side. A silent cheer of celebration erupts within your mind, displays on your features in an elated grin as you sidle up beside him, aligning your torso against his straight spine. You press your mouth to the dip there, loosely hanging your arm over his wide girth while keeping the other tucked into your chest, legs curling and slotting together with your toes barely brushing at his ankles. A sigh of satisfaction rushes from your lungs, finally having what you want, and he chuckles, rumbling against you.

“You are so small, it feels like I have a koala latching onto my back,” Jeongguk lifts a palm to rest on your thigh, patting it idly while he laughs, making you shape your body closer to his as though you are trying to prove that you can own this new position, the role of protector – the big spoon.

“Isn’t it nice without my hair all over your tongue though?” You murmur against the fabric of his shirt, your fingertips gliding beneath and feeling the neat expanse of muscle that adorns his abdomen, drawing soothing circles that make him shudder.

“I kind of miss it,” He admits, squeezing your thigh, moving up slightly to reach the hem of your panties, where he flicks at the elastic. “I love being able to look down at you, and I can easily slip my hand between– Hey!”

“Like this?” You giggle at his reaction to your hand settling on his crotch, smoothing gently over the grey fabric of his briefs with your palm. Jeongguk groans, squirms away, only making you grab onto him and his voice chokes in his throat. “You never let me escape from this when I am the little spoon, so don’t even think about it, buddy.”

The scoff that he makes is cut off by another meek moan, your fingertip tracing the outline of him before you decidedly give it a soft pet and then relax your hand, murmuring a quiet goodnight into his back and closing your eyes. Jeongguk waits, silently listening to the sound of your exhalations evening out, until gentle snores are slipping from your chest. Ever so slowly, he moves like an eel among the bedsheets, writhing and turning both of your bodies so that he has you in the usual position of his much larger frame wrapped around your own smaller figure. His broad palms delicately find your waist, pulling it across the mattress to fit against his, and then his arms loop across your torso, mouth burying in your neck, hair on his lips and all but who damn well cares when he has the reward of holding you like this.

Your voice, judging without the contempt, laughs quietly, still with the nails of sleep latching onto its tone. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

His chuckle fans out across your neck, warmth scattering over your skin in the rise of gooseflesh, followed by his palm settling home between your thighs. To keep it warm, he would always insist.

“When it comes to you, I never can.”

— overdrive (m.)

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; vampire au, soulmate au, smut rating; explicit words; 13,310

— synopsis; you thought meeting jungkook was just a coincidence, but the universe didn’t deal in coincidences.

warnings/tags; vampire jungkook, werewolf jimin, human reader, possessiveness, enemies to lovers, jealousy, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), public sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking, dom jungkook, some manhandling.

— notes; based on night world by lj smith.

“Who are you?” you asked, startled, when you walked into your living room after a full day of classes and saw a boy you’ve never seen before sitting on your couch.

He turned his head just a few inches in your direction, bringing his hand up lazily and wiggling his fingers at you. You stayed by the door, something about this stranger putting you on edge immediately. Maybe it was because he was so handsome.

“Oh good, you’re home!” your mother said, standing up from the opposite couch. “This is Jungkook, he’s just come into town—”

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with stars in our wake → 5

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre: Celestial!Yoongi and Fluff.

Prompt: Sometimes, being a fallen star is a heavy burden, especially when their sole purpose is to grant wishes. Such a thing is beyond his control now.

The hardest part about being a fallen star, a granter of wishes to the one person in the entire universe that he is completely and utterly infatuated with is watching her do precisely that when his feet are planted on the earth she once watched him from, a human being holding the remnants of what he once was, lacking what he was capable of doing. It is the worst, observing her lips purse in the way they would before she whispers a strong hope, a desire that trickles passion through her veins, a wish dancing on the tip of her tongue until the pinch in her brow defines a soft crease against her skin, her eyes flicking conspicuously across the room to where he sits, gazes, another thin blade of defeat gliding ice through his heart while she feebly attempts to pick up her falling expression.

“I am luckier having you here in my arms than watching you shine up there,” she would always murmur against the dip of his throat, or when the lobe of his ear was tucked between her teeth. “I am so, so lucky.”

Though that sight, the image of realisation arising like a sunless dawn upon her features, dark and desolate, banishes her comfort from his thoughts, makes her touch run bone cold across his skin.

She arrives home today with an envelope weighing lead in her palms, an expression of sick concern twirling about her irises as she approaches his relaxed posture upon the suede sofa. The insignia of her college is embellished in the top left corner, making his stomach stir with that urge, that obscene desire to press luck into her pores, between her teeth, underneath her nails, though he internally deflates yet again at the remembrance of knowing he cannot. All because of his selfish desire to live through to the end of his days with her.

“Yoongi. Kiss me.”

In spite of himself, Yoongi blinks in a slight daze of confusion, resting his chin upon her shoulder and drawing gentle fingers up her tensed spine. “Kiss you?”

Tilting her chin to look at him, he melts a little at the humour that replaces the hint of worry, her rosy lips a mere inch from his, and he is already running his tongue over the lower of his own.

“Kiss me,” she murmurs again, though she is the one to cross the short distance, dipping down to catch his mouth against her own in soft embrace. At that, Yoongi can feel the familiar prickle of gooseflesh rising up the nape of his neck that insinuates the dim glow of his hair and limbs, enticed by the taste of her as she parts her mouth just that little bit wider, encouraging him to deepen the indulgence of faint peppermint that laces her breath, cinnamon, laving over his tongue in a delight that has inauspicious nausea that wracked his frame just moments ago dispersing entirely. Rather, focusing on curling his fingers underneath the plush skin of her thighs, lifting her until she rests upon his lap.

The muffled tearing of paper goes unnoticed by his hearing, pinching his brow as he concentrates on the sensation of her satin lip between his teeth that draws a velvety moan from her lungs until she is placing a palm against his chest, separating them and ultimately leaving him with a dull frustration. There, as he sweeps his thumbs over the rose petals that bloom on her cheeks, tucking delicate flyaway strands behind her ears, her eyes skim the now open document, unfolded between their laps, the corners fluttering with the nervous shake of her fingers. But then, a gasp is stuck in her throat, a palm flying up to her lips and Yoongi swears to every entity in this universe that there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of her elation, wide-eyed and wondrous, lips pulling into a gorgeous smile behind her fingers.

“I-I got into the program,” she stammers in a breath, dropping her hand so she can cup his jaw, resting her forehead against his own. “Oh my god, I really got in!”

Speechless, all Yoongi can think to do is crush her against his chest, holding her so tight that neither of them can barely breathe but such a thing struggles to occur when they are within distance of each other anyhow, forever having their air taken away by love. His lips pull into a smile so wide it hurts, planting kisses among the roots of her hair, rocking their entwined bodies when her shoulders shake with quiet tears, drowning in her own euphoria.

“I’m so proud of you,” He whispers right against her ear, kissing there. “So, so proud.”

Untucking herself from beneath his chin, she hastily wipes at her teary eyes, pressing her mouth to his own for the briefest of moments. “You know, this is thanks to you know. Your kisses are full of luck.”

But Yoongi shakes his head. Because no, no, this was not his doing at all, not in the slightest. Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he dusts his lips against her cheeks, nose, whispering words that settle on her flushed skin with the truth.

“No, baby. This one was all you.”

wine. | 01

↳ he makes staying after-hours absolutely worthwhile.

◇ yoongi x reader ◇ smut | restaurant!au  ◇ 9.2k [1/3]

⇢ cara, aka @whimsicalliethereal, made this moodboard because she is talented and wonderful! ♡

notes: fuck, guys, i don’t know how or why this happened i just have a bartender!yoongi kink tbh, so. please. enjoy this self-indulgent piece of filth.

warnings: oral, fingering, sensory deprivation 

01 | 02 | 03 ✓ [please check my masterlist for links!]

Some days, you absolutely hate your job. 

The lunch rush is always terrible. Two weeks in, and you’re sure that all the local office workers have somehow conspired to show up at the same time. The fact that you’re still learning the ins and outs of Cypher’s menu doesn’t help either—luckily, Seokjin is the most helpful chef you’ve ever worked with, always willing to whip up any last minute substitutions. However, he’s also one of the most whimsical, with a tendency to change the daily specials without telling anyone, including his fellow restaurant owner and co-founder of Cypher, Namjoon. 

Kim Namjoon can usually be found in the back office, wading through the tedium of clerical work. A tall, kind man with thick-rimmed glasses and a boyish grin, he cuts a striking figure in the restaurant whenever he emerges from behind the computer and piles of paperwork. But that doesn’t happen very often, head server Hoseok had joked on your first day. The other two servers, Jimin and Taehyung, had nodded their agreement. Then Jungkook, the busboy, had snuck up behind them with a grin, a spray bottle, and mischief on his mind. Suffice it to say that you didn’t learn much else about your bosses that day. 

Then there’s Min Yoongi. 

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Proposal in the Rain-Suga

“He hasn’t called?” Jungkook asked, looking up at you from his position on the floor. Whatever game he was playing was still on, his teammates voices could be heard shouting at him from his headphones.

“No.” You sighed. “I understand he’s under a lot of pressure, but a text would be nice.” Jungkook gave a frown before turning back to his game. He had come over straight away once he had heard of his friends forgetfullness. Yoongi had forgotten your 3rd year anniversary. Yoongi had texted you, but instead of the message you wanted, he just told you he would be home late. You knew he was working hard in his studio, the boys’ comeback was coming up. You didn’t want to put anymore pressure on him, but you thought he would remember this day. It was important to you, shouldn’t it be important to him?

“I’m going out to grab something to eat, you want anything?” You asked Jungkook as you grabbed your coat. Shaking his head, he told you no, his eyes never leaving the game.

As soon as he heard the door close, he dropped his controller, instantly picking up his phone.

“What do you want?” He heard Yoongi’s voice answer. Jungkook could already tell he wasn’t in a good mood. Maybe he shouldn’t tell him, but the look on your face as you cried over Yoongi broke his heart. He needed to tell Yoongi how much he had messed up.

“What’s the date?”

“You called me for that! Jungkook you do realise it tells you the date on your phone. If that’s it I’m hanging up.”

“It’s the 18th.”

“Congratulations.” Jungkook could hear the sound of the keyboard, meaning Yoongi had put him on speaker, and probably was only half listening.

“I always liked the 18th of June. It always feels special and romantic.” The sound of they keyboard stopped suddenly.

“Shit.” Jungkook heard Yoongi mutter. “I’m dead aren’t I?”

“Probably.” He heard Yoongi sigh and hit the desk.

“I had it all planned out. I have a reservation, and a suit. It was going to be romantic.”

“It still could be. Just come here and apologize.”

“I’m on my way.” Jungkook quickly hung up, when he heard the door open.

“What did you do?” You asked a guilty looking Jungkook.

“Nothing! I did nothing!” Raising your eyebrow, studying his face you watched as he quickly glanced down at his phone.

“You phoned Yoongi!”

“W..w…what?” He stammered, gulping.

“Jungkook.” You groaned. “He’s under pressure, I understand that he won’t remember what day it is.”

“But, you were crying earlier.”

“Just leave it okay, if he doesn’t remember I still love him, and nothing will change that.

~~~~~

“I screwed up Namjoon.” Yoongi spoke, as he searched every pocket of every jacket he owned.

“How?”

“It’s my 3rd anniversary with Y/N, and I forgot, and now I can’t even find the ring.”

“You love her?” Namjoon gave a small smile as he watched his elder ransack his room looking for the most important gift he would ever give you.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

“Then you’ll need this.” Yoongi turned to see Namjoon with the black box in his hand.

“I hate you.” Yoongi grumbled, as he snatched the box from Namjoon and left.

~~~~~

“I wonder who that could be.” Jungkook grinned as he heard three knocks on your front door.

“I swear to god, if that’s Yoongi.” Rolling your eyes at a grinning Jungkook, you opened your eyes to a panting Yoongi.

“I thought you were at the studio?”

“I finished for the day, let’s go.” He spoke, as he started to drag you out of the apartment.

“Wait! I can’t leave Jungkook here.” You protested, looking back at Jungkook.

“I’m fine, you go, have fun.” You finally gave in, following Yoongi to an ice cream shop.

“This is where we’re going?” You ask, looking up at the neon shop sign.

“Yeah is that okay?” Yoongi nervously asked.

“It’s fine, it just wasn’t what I was expecting. You were kind of in a rush to get here.”

“Come on.” Taking your hand again Yoongi dragged you once more into the shop.

~~~~~

“It looks like it’s going to rain.” You commented to a silent Yoongi, looking up at the black clouds above you both. The last hour or so, Yoongi was unusually quiet, and distant. Giving short answers, he was fascinated with something in his pocket. Just now, you had made him stop at a bench outside the store. Turning to him, you notice how nervous he looked.

“Yoongi what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, what makes you say that?”

“Because you’re sweating like a pig at a barbecue. We’ve been together for 3 years, I can take anything.” That’s when it hit you, was he going to break up with you? Is that why he forgot today, and why he could barely look at you? Sighing he stood up, walking in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Just let me.” Taking a deep breath, he shakily took out a black box. As if by magic, rain started to pour.

“Yoongi.” You whispered. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he spoke.

“I love you, I have had the best 3 years with someone who completely understands me, and loves me for who I am. So…will you marry me?” Quickly, though it seemed like an eternity for Yoongi, you answered.

“Yes, of course, I will!” Grinning, he slipped the ring of your finger before placing his lips on yours.

“You didn’t think I forgot today did you?” Yoongi asked, giving a loving smile, as he watched you admire the ring.

“Jungkook told you didn’t he?”

“No.” Yoongi stubbornly replied. You gave a laugh, pulling him closer to you. Neither of you caring about the rain that had now completely drenched you both.