:: BTSAs Your Vampire Boyfriends

:: BTS As Your Vampire Boyfriends

warnings ⚠️ smut, blood mentions, fangs kink

♡ Includes places they gravitate towards and countries they lived in, with their current residence in italics. Imagined in a world where a vampire bite will not convert a human, but rather, where species coexist without interference.

↳ NOTE › fuck yeah, bangtan vamps! some bits are juicier, some fluffier, some funny, some heart-wrenching or romantic. you’re in for a surprise 🤓 enjoy!

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Evil: Wolf!AU

Evil Ship: Alpha!Reader | Wolf!Yoongi Description: Your life is pretty boring, apart from being the Alpha of your pack. But it gets a bit more exciting when you discover Yoongi wants to spend his heat with none other than you.  Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Spitting, Choking, Rough Sex, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Blowjob, Pregnancy Kink, Lack of Aftercare, Degrading Names, D/S Themes, Cum Play, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Biting, M/S Themes Word Count: 6,101 A/N: SERIOUSLY NOT VANILLA! I HAVEN’T WRITTEN SOMETHING THIS KINKY IN A LONG, LONG TIME. Also the Pack members are LOONA, so don’t worry too much with names or that stuff.

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Sick Day (D)

Summary: Yoongi finds out you’re sick.

Notes: We’re back with my BDSM Yoongi/Reader couple! These two are goals, and so I wanted to show something not smutty about their relationship. (shocker, I know…) This is just some good ol ’fashioned sweet fluff! Enjoy! :)

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You knew as soon as your alarm went off that it was going to be a bad day.

You had an instant headache as soon as you opened your eyes, it hurt to swallow, you were congested, and it felt like your bones were aching. You were hot and yet cold, and as soon as you moved to sit up and reach for your phone to turn the alarm off, nausea swam through you, making your stomach twist and flip.

Yep. You were most definitely sick.

Groaning, you collapsed back down onto your bed, thankfully phone now in your grasp with the alarm off. You squinted, immediately darkening the screen as much as possible as you pulled up your boss’s contact to let them know you would not be coming in today. You were pretty much contracted to work, and was considered a hot commodity in the business, so it’s not like this would be hurting you any. It was just merely for clarification, in case your superiors wanted to go looking for you. After getting the okay and well-wishes, you closed your eyes, fatigue trying to pull you back in for more sleep.

You knew you had to go to the doctor’s though. You felt shittier than what the common cold would give you so you knew you couldn’t take over the counter and hope for the best; you just dreaded getting up and moving around.

You dialed your doctor’s office, them thankfully managing to pencil you in for an appointment in a few hours. It would give you enough time to sluggishly get up and get ready.

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It was mid-afternoon when you finally made it back to your place.

As expected, it took you waiting an hour and a half to be seen for twenty minutes and to be determined that you were sick with the flu. Great. It then took you an additional hour of driving to the pharmacy and waiting in line to get your prescriptions before finally able to go back home. All the while feeling like absolute shit; you had developed a cough and runny nose while you were out and about. All you wanted to do was take your painkillers and go curl up into a ball and that’s exactly what you planned to do.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up hours later, your body upset with you for not having eaten and drank anything since the previous day. You pulled out your phone, hidden somewhere deep under the covers to check the time. Yoongi’s cute and smiling face shined back at you, along with the time. 8:13 PM. No wonder your body was starting to betray you.

You also had a message from your beloved, swiping right on it to open it up.

[Yoongi] Ok? Haven’t heard from you since yesterday [6:27 PM]

You tried to think back in your sleep muddled mind when the last time was that you talked to him. With Yoongi being 16 hours ahead of you, it was already tomorrow in Korea. Normally you would send him a message first thing when you awoke, but that certainly wasn’t on your mind today. In fact, due to the time differences, you actually hadn’t spoken him since two days ago! You pressed the microphone icon down on the keypad, croaking out a small “Sick,” before sending it off and closing your eyes.

Your body was so tired, trying to heal itself with sleep, and you sighed, letting your mind wander a mental map of your kitchen, trying to determine if you had anything like crackers that wouldn’t upset your stomach. There was an incessant buzzing on your chest, barely lifting your phone up to see Yoongi’s face again, his contact now blaring on your screen as he called you.

Your thumb pressed lightly on the green button, holding it up to your ear as you whispered a hello in the phone. “Hey,” Yoongi’s deep voice responded, and you curled onto your side, letting the phone rest on your head as you let your eyes slip closed again. “Did you go to the doctor’s already?”

“Mmm hmm,” you mumbled in agreeance, nodding your head and rubbing it against your pillow. When the two of you first got together, you began to learn each other’s language. So, Yoongi knew a lot more English than he ever liked to let on. It was only in times like this where he would speak to you in your native tongue; small gestures like this meant the world to you and proved just how much he loves you. “Went this morning. Got the flu.”

“I’m sorry baby. You sound awful,” he responded, and you could hear him clicking away on his keyboard in the background of his phone. Thinking about what time it was there, you guessed he was already up and working in the studio this early morning.

“Thanks,” you chuckled sarcastically, your laugh quickly turning into a cough, turning your head to try and muffle the sound of it into your bedspread.

“Fuck, I hate hearing you sound like this… And you don’t have anyone to take care of you.” It was true; you moved to LA as soon as you became an adult and never looked back; you truly were alone out here and it certainly felt that way sometimes. But you knew what Yoongi was thinking just based on the tone of his voice.

“You can’t come here and risk getting sick,” you stated, sniffing once to try and retain the mucus from sliding out. Yoongi merely responded with a grunt, continuing to click away on his end. He knew you were right, and you could only imagine how puffed his cheeks were, pulling his lips together into a frown. “Tell me about your day; it’ll make me feel better.”

“How is that going to make you feel better?…” he mumbled under his breath in Korean, and you cough-laughed again, kicking your legs under the blanket at how cute your boyfriend was. But he appeased you, going through his schedule for the day, the soothing low tones of his voice and the white noise from him working allowing you to drift back off to sleep, only waking back up when you felt a buzz against your cheek. You turned your head, feeling the phone slide off and fall onto the bed, shifting yourself around and turning onto your other side before looking at your newest message.

[Yoongi] I love you. Now eat something before passing out again [9:03 PM]

You smiled, realizing that Yoongi must have found out that you had fallen asleep on him, sending him a quick heart emoji back before sliding out of bed and shuffling slowly to your kitchen.

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The doorbell rang, shooting you straight out of your dream like it was a gunshot.

You were disoriented and confused and blinded by sunlight that was streaming in through your windows. You untangled yourself from the covers, rolling out of bed, and standing up on shaky legs. As you passed by your kitchen to the front door, the time on the microwave told you it was mid-afternoon. Like Yoongi had asked, you had food and water, some more medicine, and then slept. That had been your pattern for the past eighteen hours.

As you slowly pulled open the door, you were surprised to see a large package sitting on your doorstep. You nudged it with your foot inside, your muscles still too sore and achy to bend down and pick it up. As soon as it was inside your foyer, your plopped yourself down on the ground, letting out a small whine as it was super packaged tape that you wouldn’t be able to pull off without some sort of sharp device.

Five minutes later, you were back with scissors, slowly snipping until you could open the box, a confused grin on your face as you slowly pulled each item out. The first object was a (very) high-end electric kettle. You actually had a stove top kettle that rarely got used, but an electric one would boil water a lot faster, which was needed in your sickly state. There were also tons and TONS of different tea bags to go along with the kettle: green tea, black tea, ginger, turmeric… there was even a bottle of honey so that you could sweeten it with a natural sugar.  The next biggest thing that you pulled out was a humidifier, just as high-end and no doubt as expensive as the tea kettle. There was a box of essential oils (cinnamon, peppermint, lemon, thyme… the list went on and on), packages of bone broth and zinc supplements.

As you had all the items laid out around you, you couldn’t help the biggest smile that was shining on your face. Instead of working like you thought he was, your thoughtful boyfriend was no doubt looking up different ways to help you get better.

Twenty minutes later, after everything had been put on the kitchen counter, setting up the humidifier, and your new teapot was heating up, you crawled back onto your bed where you had left your phone, shooting off a text to your beloved.

[You] Just got your care package. Thank you my love [3:39 PM]

For the second half of your message, you had switched to your Korean keyboard, typing out each symbol with careful accuracy. Just like how you loved to hear Yoongi speak and write English, he felt the same way about you using his language. Immediately, you watched as the typing bubbles popped up, his response bringing forth more laughter.

[Yoongi] Good, even the kettle? Had to spend a fuckton to get it same day delivered [3:39 PM]

You knew he wasn’t actually upset about the money he had to spend; you realized how difficult it must have been on his side to try and get something delivered to the past, essentially. You always felt like you couldn’t love the man anymore even if you tried, and then he would pull some more of gesture like this. But you should know by now that Yoongi would take care of you.

He always did.

Min

Title: Min

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Length: 1413 words

A/n: I am a pile of trash, someone stop me. I am ugly crying at my own imagination.

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Yoongi loved his daughter. She was everything to him. But he had to admit that he was grateful she was no longer a baby. Sure she was only two years old, but she was talking and sleeping at a set time and that was honestly everything. That last thing he missed was waking up in the middle of the night to a screaming baby and having no idea what was wrong with her.

He watched her snuggle up to her stuffed animal before softly shutting the door. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked into his bedroom to see you laying in bed reading. He let out a soft groan as he flopped onto the bed besides you. You laughed and combed your fingers through his hair watching him grin up at you.

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Fun & Games

MOODBOARD BY: @meispace​ for @bangtansmutcentral​‘s In the Mood Project 

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{first i’d like to state that this fic is soft as heck, so whatever you think you’re getting into, I hope that you are pleasantly surprised. if you have read my other fics (ie. Clair de Lune) then you know what I’m about and every Tae I ever write is a lover first and everything else second. I hope you enjoy the triumphant return of the king of lovemaking}

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Rating: E 21+.

Genre: smut/humor/fluff ~established relationship~

Summary:  Taehyung isn’t all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. He’s always been obsessed with giving. Gifts, love, attention, orgasms. It’s only one step further to realize he wants you to take.

Warnings: oral (f & m receiving), fingering, sloppy kissing, dry humping (well… its wet.), unprotected sex, rough sex, soft sex, light bondage, swearing, one quick slap on the cheek in like… a hot way, dom!reader, sub!tae, dom!tae, sub!reader, love… so much love, stupid jokes mid coitus, consent is sexy!, established relationship. 

Word count: 13.2K

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NOWHERE FAST

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In the moonlight, I could clearly see a tall dark figure standing in front of the glass window, staring right in. He knew I was looking at him, and I knew he was looking at me, but we didn’t see each other. I thought of the person I used to know and how different he was from the man I just saw. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but he stood there for a while and then he turned around and left.

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