Carnal Cupidity (M)

Carnal Cupidity (M)

[ Cupidity (noun) /kjuːˈpɪdɪti/ : eager or excessive desire, esp. to possess something: greed; avarice. from the latin cupiditas, meaning “yearning and "desire”; synonymous with “lust.” ]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Smut, Alphawolf!Tae

words: 9k

Warnings: rated M, explicit descriptions of sexual content, breeding/impreg, biting, mentions of blood, cum play, creampie, light degradation, strong language, knotting, rough but still weirdly domestic werewolf sex, generic heat trope tbh lol

A/N: this is unedited af so i’ll do it later but i truly hope you guys will enjoy this piece of trash and thanks for being patient with my messy self! <3 

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↳ pairing: fem!reader x vamp!yoongi

↳ genre: fluff, horror(?), but mostly fluff

↳ warning(s): blood mention, language

↳ word count: 2.5K

↳ a/n: This is a Halloween special in collaboration with @hobistateofmind so please send her love!

↳disclaimer: this is purely fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only.

“I mean… You’ve heard the rumors, haven’t you?” Rose asked her eyes wide. You only sighed. Min Yoongi was a bit of a shy guy. He wouldn’t really talk to anyone unless they talked to him first and people often feared him because of his perpetual frown – which you didn’t understand considering it was more of a pout really. Like a child who didn’t get the candy they wanted. Or a puppy.

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re not terrified by him?” Rose asked, arching a brow at you. You quirked your head slightly, eyebrows furrowing. “Why would I be afraid of him? He’s my lab partner?” You asked. It wasn’t the first time someone’s asked you if Min Yoongi, your lab partner, scared you but that didn’t mean it didn’t confuse you.

“I have and honestly they’re pretty ridiculous if I’m being honest.” You shrugged. You’d actually never spoken to Min Yoongi so you, like a civil person, had no inclination towards what kind of person he was. You didn’t think he was as evil as people paint him to be, though.

“I’m just saying… Be careful when the semester starts, Y/n. He seems like trouble.” You only nodded your head.

You could feel the crisp autumn breeze dancing around you, making orange brown and red leaves move in swirling motions. The wind left kisses on your cheeks and nose tingeing them red. You could hear the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet which made your lips quirk into a small smile. It was no secret that you loved this time of year. You loved the cheesy decorations in stores and the constant smell of pumpkin flavored treats wafting from the café close to your campus. Not to mention the fact that you’d get to drink all the hot chocolate you wanted without the heat making you uncomfortable and sweaty.

In fact, that’s where you were heading. You had heard they added a few more items to their menu and the bakery was well-known for having inexpensive treats, unlike other competitors. As a struggling college student with a caffeine/hot chocolate addiction, that excited you.

As you reached the café you could feel its warmth. The heat emitting from the ovens engulfed you prompting you to undo your scarf slightly. Looking around you could see fairy lights twinkling by the register and two-dimensional pumpkins smiling warmly at you from the garland they hung from. The walls were a caramel brown color with blocks of red and brown creating a pattern. Small tables scattered sporadically throughout the small café. You almost cooed at the Halloween themed sugar cookies but you managed to hold back, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“Hi, welcome. What can we get started for you?” A voice asked, making you look up from the cookies. You came face to face with Min Yoongi himself. “Min Yoongi?” You asked, almost star struck to see him anywhere besides the music room or his dorm.

“Just Yoongi. No need to be so accusing.” He chuckled, wavy brown hair falling over his eyes slightly and hiding the warm chocolate hue that hugged his pupils.

“Right. Well, Yoongi, I’ll get a h-” Boisterous laughter cut you off and made both you and Yoongi turn towards the sound. You tensed when you saw the group of people who warned you of Min Yoongi in the first place. “Y/n? Hey! We didn’t know you were gonna be here.” Ron chuckled throwing an arm around your shoulders making you flinch slightly from the force. “Oh, uh, yeah… I was just stopping by for some coffee so I can get my homework done.” You lied, smiling awkwardly.

“Well, you can order first then, we’ll pay.” He said patting your head. Rose nodded enthusiastically pushing you forward, most likely to get you away from Ron in the first place. You slowly made your way to the register again, grinning awkwardly at Yoongi, which he returned but his grin was emitting pure comfort. You turned back to look at Ron and the others seeing that they were distracted by the pumpkin garlands by the door. When you looked back at Yoongi you leaned forward slightly, signaling him to get closer. He obliged.

“Okay so, I want a hot chocolate but if I get one they’re gonna make fun of me so do you think you could just say it’s coffee when you call out the orders?” You asked quietly, biting your lip. Yoongi only grinned at you before grabbing a cup and scribbling on it. “One coffee coming right up.” He said, causing you to grin at him. “Thanks.”

You didn’t mind if they made fun of you. Quite frankly, you were used to the constant teasing but you weren’t really in the mood to deal with it so the quicker you could leave the better.

“Thanks, dude!” Ron called to Yoongi as they began walking towards the door, you following since Rose had anchored herself to your arm and was dragging you out. When you turned to him so you could wave, he sent you a kind smile and a small way, which you gladly returned.

…

The small café had steadily become your second home. That combined with the various lab work you did with Yoongi resulted in a blooming friendship that nobody else but you and him seemed to understand. Not that you cared, you quite enjoyed having Yoongi as your own little secret.

“Usual?” Yoongi asked as he leaned over the counter, sending you a small smile. You nodded, returning the smile before letting your eyes wander to the cookie rack again. They were the same cookies from two weeks ago, the Halloween themed ones, only this time the frosting was a bit messier and the eyes disoriented. “You make the cookies this time?” You teased earning a rosy blush from the brown haired boy in front of you. “That obvious?” You could feel your eyes widen as you looked over at him. “I was joking, actually.” You giggled making him blush even more. “They’re cute. I’ll take a ghost.” You said. “You don’t have to…” He chuckled no longer making eye contact, his gaze on his hands placed neatly on the counter.

“I like the ghost. It’s cute.” You murmured. He looked up at you, a playful glint in his eye. “How about you try the vampire instead?” He offered, arching a brow. You tilted your head before looking back at the cookies. The vampire had dark brown waves, a red glint to otherwise warm brown eyes and a kitten-like smile, fangs peeking through the black outline. You chuckled. “Okay. I’ll take it.” You nodded.

“Hey, are you going to that party by any chance?” You asked as he handed you the cookie. He arched a brow at you as if asking you if you were joking. “Didn’t think so. I do want to ask if you want to come with by the way?” You asked. “With you?” Yoongi asked. “If that’s alright with you, yeah.” You nodded earning a raised brow from him. “Sure, what time?” He asked.

“Midnight, it seems like it’ll last a lo-”

“I actually can’t go at midnight… I’m sorry.” He muttered. “Oh.” You said, not looking up at him. “Well, alright, that’s fine. Have a safe night, Yoons.” You smiled, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were actually upset. He gave you an apologetic smile. “I really am sorry.” He tried but you only waved a hand in dismissal. “Seriously, it’s fine. I’ll see you in lab tomorrow, yeah?” You said, nodding. He only returned the nod.

…

Parties were never your favorite thing. They were too loud, sweaty bodies grinding on you and the stench of aforementioned plus alcohol? Yeah, not fun.

Halloween parties, on the other hand, were your absolute favorite. Instead of some gross sweaty guy grinding on you, it was Dracula grinding on you. Red solo cups, who? You only knew black solo cups. Ghostbusters theme song in full volume? Now that’s what you call a good time.

You were in the middle of watching a stranger chug as much beer into his system as he could. People were cheering and shouting words of encouragement until another person ran outside yelling. “Guys! They found another one!” The guy yelled. Small gasps and excited squeals were heard as everyone shoved each other trying to get to the television.

You knew what they were talking about but you took your time getting to the living room, already knowing what would be said.

Everyone was huddled around the screen, the Monster Mash paused so everyone could hear the news better. “Another carcass has been found in an ally. No one knows where the creature could have come from. It was found exsanguinated but there was no blood found on the scene. This is the fifth carcass found in the past month. Could it be a Halloween prank gone too far or do we have a real Count Dracula in our hands?”

“It’s a real case but it isn’t Dracula, it’s Min Yoongi.” A voice within the herd asked making you scoff. Everyone turned towards you. “What? Just because he’s your boyfriend now doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to sink those fangs into you.” A guy chuckled, feeling proud of himself. “Where is he huh? Did he not come because he’s too busy leeching off a coyote?” Someone else sniggered making you scoff.

“Are you guys five? This isn’t fucking Twilight. There is no such thing as vampires.”

You didn’t wait for them to answer before you walked out of the house. The house was located at a cabin one of the rich kids had and of course, it had to be in the middle of the woods. Your costume barely did anything to protect you from the freezing air as it bit into your skin making you shiver and rub your arms trying to garner some heat from your palms. “Stupid fucking parties. Stupid rumors. And stupid me for not staying home and choosing wine over cheap shit tasting beer.” You grumbled.

“Y/n!” You heard Rose call, her footsteps loud but slow behind you. Her heels were probably sinking into the mud seeing as your own flats were covered in the brown mush. “Y/n! Stop.” She huffed making you roll your eyes. When you turned around you saw her walking awkwardly trying not to step into any more mud, Ron following behind her trying to keep her from falling. “Hey! Why’d you leave? You seriously aren’t upset over that Min Yoongi kid right? He’s no good. Quite the bad boy if I do say so myself. I heard he-”

“I don’t care about the rumors! I literally have not found a single fuck to give for them!” You yelled making her eyes go wide.

There was a shift in the air. The moonlight decreasing as grey clouds loomed ominously. That’s when you heard it, the soft pitter-patter of rainfall. Wind blew through the trees, whispering threats of what was to come, and suddenly, you were scared. You felt the hairs at the back of your neck stand and there was an unsettling feeling within you. Goosebumps scattering freely throughout your body. Adrenaline in full effect.

“Look, I don’t know who shoved a stick in your ass but stop being such a Debby Downer! Come back to the party and let’s get shit faced. These woods are fucked.” She murmured. Ron pulled her closer. “Yeah, that Min kid isn’t worth you catching a cold. If he were here he’d probably bite you or something.” Ron muttered shrugging.

“I only bite when I’m asked.” A voice said, making the chills you were experiencing even more intense. It sounded venomous and it ran a shiver down your spine.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ron asked, squinting and leaning forward. “Frankly, I don’t think that’s any of your business.” The voice responded shortly. Leaves crunched from one direction before the noise switched positions, throwing you off. “Are you going to leave voluntarily or am I going to have to force you?” The voice asked from the opposite side of where the leaves were crunching. The wind only seemed to get stronger with each syllable, causing your hair to whip around you.

“How about you leave?” Ron asked, earning a shove and a gentle scolding from Rose. “Fine.” They muttered before you felt him behind you. Your body tensed as you watched Rose and Ron’s eyes widen in horror. “Oh my God!” Rose screamed before turning around and dragging a curing Ron behind her. You wanted to run too but something was telling you not to. You turned slowly eyes wide and body tense.

“Y-Yoongi?” You asked, taking in the way the moonlight illuminated his figure. Dark hair clung to his forehead heavily contrasting the angry red color at the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his neck. You gasped and took a step back. “Don’t be afraid of me, please.” He whispered, reaching for you. You took another step back.

“It’s not real blood.” He murmured, a pained expression on his face. You furrowed your brows bottom lip clutched between your teeth. “Okay, it is, but it’s not human.” Yoongi watched as your face contorted into pure horror. “So it’s animal blood?! Oh, that’s so sad!”

…

“Cute dress.” Yoongi murmured, tugging on the hem of the dark red fabric. You tilted your head, placing your chin onto his shoulder before placing a soft peck to his jugular. “Cute face.” You murmured, feeling the heat from his body increase as bright red hues adorned his cheeks.

It had been a year since that night and through many obstacles, Yoongi and you had somehow established a relationship. It took a couple of coffee dates, many sugar cookies, and lots of Twilight-esque questions.

“Hoseok wanted us to be there an hour ago.” You murmured, turning your body so you could wrap your arms around his neck before placing another kiss to his chin. His hands squeezed your sides gently, pulling you closer to him. “Mmm, we’re already late… What’re another thirty minutes?” Yoongi asked kissing your lips gently. You only shook your head trying to remove yourself from his grasp. “We can’t. We’ve been late the whole week.” You said with your hands placed firmly on his shoulders, pushing back softly.

“You can’t dress up like that and expect me to just let you go.” He whined grabbing one of your hands and placing a kiss to your knuckles. “You’re dressed like that and I’m perfectly okay.” You said, taking in his outfit once more. The dark red velvet suit and white shirt making him look like a prince. The dark shadow you had put on him only making him look ethereal. He was stunning and you were not okay with it. But you couldn’t let him know that.

“No, you’re not. I can hear your heart beating, princess.” He whispered, nipping at your collarbones. Your eyes fluttered shut as you gripped his shoulders tighter, fingernails digging into the fabric. “But, we’ll go if you want to.” He said pulling away from you making you whine.

“That’s not fair, you jerk.” You huffed, straightening out your dress and crossing your arms. He only grinned at you before pecking your nose. “Let’s go, my beautiful countess.” He said patting your butt and pulling you out the door by your hands. “Oh bite me.” You huffed making him chuckle.

“Already did.”

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filed under: i had an essay due but i watched agust d - give it to me AGAIN and badboy!yoongi was the product (ya know where he’s all beat up with the black cap? yh that bit fucked me up). probably deserves a longer au lol srry

warnings: contains smut and unprotected sex 

yoongi hates, hates, hates that look on your face.

it’s why he can’t meet your eyes when you dab at the bloody graze on his cheekbone, jaw clenched from the burn of the alcohol. he entertains his gaze with your lips, balmed cherry tonight and held together with worried little dimples at each side. you’re trying not to cry and he knows that. if min yoongi was a good man he’d consider taking you into his arms, letting himself love away all your worry. but he’s just a dickhead with a record.

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Simple

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1344

Warnings: Swearing and brief mentions of sex.

I think I’m going to start posting shorter little oneshots and updating more frequently. I write A LOT every day with friends, but I never think to post any of the drabbles I write????? Anyway, I decided to write this one because the idea of Yoongi being nervous to propose makes me wanna combust. Enjoy.

@dailydoseofdia @ellieljade @inktae @jeonjagiya 

The four of you make me want to be a better writer :’)

It had been three weeks since Yoongi bought the ring. Three weeks since he dragged Hoseok and Jin with him to the jewelry store and stared at bright and shiny things until he felt like his eyeballs would fall out. He wasn’t even one hundred percent sure he found the right one because after a while everything started to look the same. Thankfully, he ended up choosing wisely.  

He spent hours and hours trying to plan out the perfect night that ended in him getting on one knee and asking you to spend the rest of your life with him.

He had already brought up marriage to you two other times, only for you to say no because you felt like he wasn’t serious about it–granted, he hadn’t invested in a ring either of those times. He had also been piled up to his neck with work in the studio. Regardless, the thought of you shooting him down for a third time made him want to dive headfirst out of his apartment window.

To Yoongi’s dismay, the night that he finally got the guts to pop the question, he got nervous. So nervous, in fact, that every time he tried to speak, nothing would come out. He stood there like a deer in headlights for a good minute and a half until you stepped close enough to wrap your arms around his neck, sending him that gentle and disarming smile of yours.

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jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

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ours is an endless song || myg

⇢ summary: you are a witch whose magic only works on things that don’t have souls. min yoongi is a magicless human with a peculiar knack for playing the piano, and he may possibly be the love of your life. he is also dying. that is not alright with you. (magic au)

⇢ genre: angst, fluff, fantasy

⇢ word count: 6.35k

⇢ warnings: mentions of death and illness, swearing

⇢ note: this was inspired heavily by putting the dog to sleep by the antlers and love like ghosts by lord huron, though it has next to nothing to do with them. mostly, i just wanted to write about magic and grief and love and things worth existing for. i ended up writing this and while i’m not exactly sure how to feel, i hope you enjoy!!

The world is devastatingly unfair the vast majority of the time, and as such, you are outrageously angry the vast majority of the time.

It is not as if you want to be this angry. You do not exactly have a say in the matter, and even if you did, you certainly would have chosen to be angry anyways. Yet it is more like you are angry on behalf of the things that cannot be infuriated for themselves, the things that have slipped quietly into acceptance for their own prearranged fate until they have no feelings towards the matter at all. These things are not even things most of the time; they can be people. More specifically, they can be Min Yoongi.

Some days are better than others. Some days, there are no dark moons beneath his eyes and the hollows of his cheeks suddenly fill. Some days, he can go outside and enjoy the sunshine without his lungs collapsing in on themselves until they shrivel and become lathered in tar. Some days, there is no pain.

Some days, though, there is all of it.

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