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I don’t read a bunch of vampire fics but holy shit was this one good. I love anything by this author because the OCs are always perfectly written for my taste. She is snarky and bold and I wish I could be like that 🥲
Alive Aha Fxck...
An abandoned apartment in your building caught your attention the day you moved in. With a mind full of conspiracy theories, you’ve spent many hours contemplating what might be behind the door of Room 17. Your neighbor, Yoongi, doesn’t seem as eager as you are to solve the mystery but he agrees to help you break in anyway to get you to finally shut up about it. Also, he may or may not think you’re kinda cute. However, the two of you get more than you bargain for when you discover something dangerous is living right next door; Little do you know that this something has quite a lot in common with your snarky neighbor… or… “Actually this is kind of cool, I’ve always wanted to star in a Twilight fanfic…” “I can’t believe you genuinely just compared this situation to Twilight.” “Yoongi- I hate to break it to you but, this literally happened in Twilight.”
Pairing: Vampire! Yoongi x Human! Reader, dom! Yoongi x sub! Reader (*cue the Twilight Zone theme song*)
Word Count: 42,653 ( I am a clown :D )
Genre: neighbor au, soulmate au, vampire au, supernatural, fluff, HUMOR, angst, smut (its not til the very end palz, im so sorry)
Warnings (PLEASE READ ME): angst, language, blood (like there is aloooooot of blood in this fic), depictions of violence, death of a major character is mentioned in detail but as always, we have a happy endings only policy so i promise it’s going to end well!! explicit smut (18+ only plz), bdsm themes,marking, mentions of a very real serial killer (the real story is tweaked to fit the fic’s plot), very brief mention of needles.
(TRIGGER WARNING: I am about to discuss the concept of self harm, please continue reading at your own discretion)
there is a scene where one of the characters intentionally cuts themselves but it is not within the context of self harm. They cut themselves for a specific purpose that will make sense if you choose to read but please only do so if you feel comfortable <333
A/N: heyyyyyy….how y’all doing???? Yes, this is a quote from a tik tok audio. Yes, I have completely lost my mind. Well here she is,,,in all her glory. I never had the anticipation of this fic becoming this long but here we are. I can’t wait for you to read this one, thank you so much for sticking with me and waiting for it. Your feedback means the world to me so I hope to hear from you! I love you.
“Every time I walk by that door, I swear I feel like someone is watching me.”
This statement is spoken through your doorframe at your very uninterested neighbor who made the unfortunate mistake of coming by to borrow your pepper.
“Yoongi, you can’t tell me you don’t want to know what’s going on in that place-”
His chuckle cuts you off, “Oh I already know what’s going on; it’s not the mystery you seem to think it is.” His eyes dart back and forth before he leans in and licks his lips.
Without your permission, your body seems to gravitate towards his, your lips parting with anticipation.
“You do?”
“Oh yeah…”
You swallow back the scratchiness in your throat, your hand pressing against the chipped paint of the doorframe.
“Tell me…”
A puff of air leaves his lips as he replies, “Asbestos.”
Yoongi cackles whilst you roll your eyes, your body recoiling into your apartment.
“I hate you.”
“Yah, you hate me because I don’t believe that Room 17 is haunted? This building is like 60 years old- management obviously doesn’t want to pay for an inspection so they started sealing off the rooms that haven’t been renovated yet. That’s it: mystery solved.”
“Then how do you explain the noises?” You whine, not missing the way his pointy teeth peek out from his lips as he smiles bemusedly.
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i need some vampire yoongi fics, any recs???
This fic honestly gives me Tru Blood vibes a little bit.
;the touch of silk (m)
In a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…
pairing; min yoongi x reader genre/warnings; (slight) sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi, smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy words; 14,221
⇶ more; black honey—sunday mornings—small things
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;ttos drabble | sunday mornings
min yoongi x reader smut, blood mention, fluff, vampire! yoongi 3,155 words
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;ttos drabble | small things
min yoongi x reader smut, fluff, blood mention, vampire! yoongi 2,784 words
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the velvet devil.
↳ a chance encounter leads you to a strange bar and its enigmatic owner.
◇ yoongi x reader ◇ smut | angst | vampire!au ◇ 10.5k [1/1]
notes: this title, along with the accompanying prompt “i have a weakness for you”, was issued by @imaginationofacrazyfangirl while we were wandering around the grocery store wine aisle. a random online generator told me that this should be a hybrid fic, but i’m going to ignore that in favor of vampire!yoongi because, well, why the hell not?
warnings: mentions of stalking, mentions of suicide (bc this got muCH heavier than anticipated so please proceed with caution on that front!!!), smutty stuff obvi, dom!yoongi, oral (f receiving), lots of praise, yoongi’s got a bit of a mouth on him, also there’s an attempt at social commentary scattered in there somewhere lmao, minimally edited bc i’m tired but what else is new 🤷🏻♀️
This is it, you think to yourself. This is how I’m going to die.
Footsteps sound from behind you, even and unhurried. They’re the same footsteps that have been following you for the past four blocks—ever since you walked out of the convenience store on the corner near your apartment. He’s not even trying to be quiet anymore, each step a deliberate taunt as he pursues you down yet another street. Your surroundings become more and more unfamiliar, the night grows ever darker, and your heart leaps into your throat when you see that this road has only a few scattered streetlamps, far too dim to provide any real illumination.
And all the while, your pursuer continues to close in, the metallic click of his heels against the pavement a ticking countdown to your demise.
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"My life was an unending, unchanging midnight"-Edward Cullen, Twilight
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OC my baby come here 🫂
Seokjin I love you bro👏🏻
Hobi being back to his usal self🤭 although when he was talking with his vampire face 🔥
Yoongi being protective boyfriend ang giving her a new ring made especially for her 🥹
THE PINKIES 🥰
not Jungkook at the end, schemming for his “Mommy and Daddy” to be happy again😂
CAN THEY JUST STAY IN THIS LOVELY PLACE FOREVER
↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Seaside]
Warnings: big sad, but it’s a little tinier already, the fighting continues, fears of abandonment & so much guilt, OC does way too much overthinking, Yoongi has done no wrong, I tried to sprinkle some good moments in between for damage control hahahelp, this is a healthy balance of hurt and comfort
Wordcount: 11.9k
a/n: i hope that there isn’t too much happening, but i thought that we all want them to make up as soon as possible. originally this chapter was supposed to be three individual chapters fjadsf it’s better that way i think
Yoongi isn’t with you when you wake the next morning. His clothes are gone. The only thing greeting you is the little leaf he picked for you last night. You sit up and reach for it, cradling the little bowl of water in which he put it. The sunlight is breaking in the water, casting figures of lights on the edges of the bowl in golden colours. On the parts where the leaf prevents the light from shining a small black dot is painted on the edge.
“Fuck”, you press out under your breath, lowering the bowl to your lap.
You don’t feel better. You feel awful. The sleep should have helped you, but it didn’t. All it did was stop the pain for a few hours. It is back again, now that you are alone and Yoongi is gone.
You wonder if he has already left. If he has taken Jungkook and the others and left you in this tiny single person bed. You wouldn’t even be angry at him if he did. You would deserve it.
You can’t believe that he still took care of you last night. After all the shit you did. The guilt you feel because of it makes you sick to the stomach. Yoongi shouldn’t have had to take care of you. He should have left you to cry and not given a shit.
You hear a knock on your door.
You lift your head, but can’t call out to whoever is knocking.
The door opens regardless.
Hoseok steps in.
Czytaj dalej
“I’d lose my immortality for you”, he whispers. 😭😭😭
that’s it. YOONGI IS THE ONLY ONE!!!
↳ Index [Chapter 29 - Erinnerungen]
• Erinnerungen (German, memories)
Warnings: Romance, Fluff, the softest Angst, I cannot write warnings without breaking into tears, just read it, I am a broken woman, this is the most romantic fucking shit I have ever written, it’s so cheesy I fucking love it, also nightmares in the beginning
Wordcount: 9.1k
a/n: *sits in corner and cries loudly*
You are showering, filling the drain with your tears just as much as you fill it with the blood soaked water. It doesn’t want to get off. It’s not leaving your skin. It is part of you.
“Get off of me!” you beg it, rubbing at your skin until it hurts.
It doesn’t get off. You are covered in blood and it doesn’t wash off.
“It’s your fault.”
You turn upon hearing the voice.
Suzy is here. Finally she isn’t just a shadow anymore. She is standing right outside the shower. Her eyes are red from the blood seeping out of her mouth. On her chest a gushing wound is looking at you.
“Go away.”
“Go away?” her voice is distorted through the constant stream of blood dripping from her mouth, “why? To make it easier for you? To help you pretend that you didn’t end another person’s life?”
She steps closer and spits her blood all over the shower door. She begins ripping at it, trying to open it.
“You murderer. You killed another person.”
“Please go away, please leave me alone.”
“You killed me! You killed me! You killed me!”
“I’m sorry! Please believe me! I’m so sorry!”
“You murderer! You killed me!”
“Please go away! Please I’m begging you!”
“You murderer!” she screeches.
“No!”
You sit up, push at nothing. Your hands fall on your lap. Tears are streaming down your face.
“What?” you press out, staring into the darkness.
You had a nightmare. This wasn’t real.
You look at your hands. Moonlight illuminates them. They are still clean, not covered in blood.
“Oh god”, you press out and whimper into said hand, “holy fuck.”
It felt so real. As if she was right there with you, dying all over again whilst dragging you with her.
You turn to the person next to you in instinct. Taehyung is sleeping deeply, hugging a pillow to his chest.
You could wake him, allow him to hold you and soothe you back to sleep and yet.
Yet.
You turn away from him and stumble out of bed.
You can’t explain it, you truly can’t explain why you left the room to search for another instead. It was almost like instinct. You couldn’t control it.
You can’t explain it even when you reached your destination. You just know that you opened his door and stumbled inside with your heart aching for his comfort. You need to feel his arms around you, smell his scent, listen to his soothing whispers. This is all you need tonight.
“Yoongi?” you call for him.
Czytaj dalej
YES! YES! YES! Just what I needed. My favorite couple, comfortable with each other. Pleasuring one another.
Yoongi receiving 🫣😊😳
Yoongi giving 😈🥵🔥
the ending hahaha
↳ Index [Chapter 30 - Beloved]
Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader
Warnings: Smut, switchy!Yoongi, switchy!Reader, sleepy morning sex, body worshipping, he is so shy but loves being touched, he also tries not to be loud ajdfja, nipple play, body worship, she gives him kisses all over his body, he is a sensitive boy, he has the most sensitive tummy & thighs :(, oral (m. & f.receiving), handjob, face sitting (she makes him sit on her ohoho), rimjob, praise, loving dirty talk, edging (m. & f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), choking (m.receiving), man once those roles are switched & she lets him take the lead he is the hottest bastard ever, he treats her so fucking right, he fucks her so good, the aftercare!!, their banter is toptier, they have really deep & emotionally vulnerable conversations afterwards, but it’s not angsty just really intimate, Yoongi is genuinely so endearing I want him
Wordcount: 13.9k
a/n: i want them to be happy always :(
You wake up with an unbearable ache to see Yoongi. Your eyes open quickly, your body feels awake instantly. You feel oh so refreshed, as if you just woke from a beautiful dream. Well, you did. You dreamed of flowers, sunny days, baking and running around libraries. You know that Yoongi made you dream about those things. And that is why you can barely handle not seeing him. You need to see him, tell him how much you love him, kiss his pretty face.
The latter is still sleeping, facing you. Like always, his knees are pulled into his chest and his hands are between them. His dark lashes rest against his ivory cheeks, his pouty lips are just slightly parted. And over his brows, strands of his obsidian hair are curling.
“Oh, my love”, you whisper shakily as you cup his cheek, “Yoongi, my prince”, you say, shaking his head softly.
Your eagerness to get him to wake may seem selfish, but you can’t wait any longer. You have to see him.
“Yoongi, wake up”, you stress, shaking him again, “wake up, my beloved.”
Yoongi stirs in his sleep. One more gentle shake and his eyes open slowly. They open and close. Open and close. Open…close. And never open again.
“M”, is all he gets out then his voice cracks in tiredness and turns into a huff of air instead.
“Wake up”, you stress, shaking him again.
He licks his lips, tries to keep his eyes open only to fail again.
“What?” his voice is deep in sleep.
“Yoongi, you’re awake.”
“Yeah”, he mumbles, fluttering his eyelids before closing his eyes for good.
“I’ve missed you so much. Oh Yoongi”, you say, attacking him with cuddles and big smooches to his cheek.
Czytaj dalej
SIBIIIIIIII, how could you make me cry so much 😭😭😭
I didn’t expect this chapter to turn out like this. My poor OC 😭😭😭
She’s finally free from the witch bitch (Suzy). She has her beloved Yoongi by her side. And SHE’S HIS FUCKIN’ LAND now 😭😭😭 I’m too weak for them.
Give me a man like MV!Yoongi now!!!
↳ Index [Chapter 31 - Alpträume]
• Alpträume (German, nightmares)
Warnings: nightmares, talks about trauma & killing, magical rituals, she is all sappy with them, Yoongi is so loved, i fucking can’t anymore, this chapter made me cry so hard istfg, he is so loved!, Yoongi *jumps into lava*, he needs to be fucking stopped, I don’t want him anymore, I do but omfg please STOP MIN YOONGI
Wordcount: 10.9k
a/n: idk what to say anymore i just want them to be happy
The air is burning you. You can’t breathe. You feel helpless. Alone. Scared. The shadow is staring at you. There in the corner. Its eyes are white. The body is blacker than the night. Unmoving. Stalking. Watching. Observing.
There.
You feel danger seeping from it. It is not your friend. You feel it.
Stalking. Watching. Observing.
“Hello?” you call out to it.
The eyes appear and disappear in slow blinks.
“What do you want from me?” you ask it.
It disappears only to appear closer to you.
You can’t move away. It is coming closer and you can’t move away.
“Please leave me alone.”
Blink. Blink. Blink.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t want to kill you”, you sob, “please leave me alone.”
The shadow disappears and appears right in front of you.
“No!” you exclaim, pushing at it only to push air instead. You woke up, but still feel as if you are dreaming. You sit up.
Lights turn on.
“It’s okay, I’m here”, Yoongi says, hurrying to your side inhumanly fast. He places his hands on your arm, looking at you with worried eyes, “I’m here now, love.”
Czytaj dalej
OH, NO 😭😭😭
↳ Index [Chapter 33 - Avenir]
• Avenir (French, future)
Warnings: Yoongs & OC are the only couple ever, he tells her about the vampirism cure, they have a really deep & honest conversation afterwards, Jimin is a sweetie in this chapter
Wordcount: 7.6k
a/n: fjadsfjasjfas
“___ I have to talk to you.”
“Oh no. Oh god, what happened?”
“Hm?”
“You, you addressed me by name and told me that you need to talk. That’s basically double bad.”
“No, I actually need to talk to you.”
“Okay?”
“Just”, he intertwines his fingers with yours, “come with me please.”
“Yoongi, you’re scaring me. Did I do something?”
“No love, you didn’t. I did.”
“You did?”
Yoongi nods his head, closing the door to the secret study behind him. It is located upstairs behind a bookshelf and up until recently, you had no idea that it even existed. You only found out about it because you caught Taehyung and Yoongi disappearing inside it and you followed them. They stared at you as if you were a ghost and then babbled all about how it was too dangerous for you to be here.
“What are we doing here? I thought I wasn’t allowed in here because of the curses and stuff.”
“I lied. Partially. I was keeping something from you. You still shouldn’t touch anything.”
“Okay, sounds very confusing”, you murmur, studying his face.
“Just-”, he stops talking and sits down in front of the desk, pulling you on top of his lap instead.
“Oh? That’s comfortable”, you say, rubbing his shoulder softly. You are sitting on him sideways, feeling very safe that way.
“Mhm”, he agrees but looks anxious.
“What’s the matter, love? What’s so secretive that you couldn’t tell me until now?” you ask him, caressing his cheek.
He leans into the touch, placing his hands on your hips safely.
“I have to tell you something, which I kept from you. I, I thought that it would be best if I did, but I need your advice.”
“Okay, talk to me.”
“___, I found a cure for vampirism.”
Czytaj dalej
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGHFHGFHGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SIBI WTF DID I JUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW?! WHEN?! WHY?!
I LOVE THE PLOT TWIST
I LOVE THAT HER POWERS HAVE BEEN AWAKEN
SHE’S A FUCKIN’ WITCH 🔥🔥🔥🔥 SHE’S CRAZY AND HOT🔥🔥😈
Yoongi 😭😭😭
↳ Index [Chapter 34 - Deliratio]
• Deliratio (Latin, delirium)
Warnings: big sad, OC is kinda crazy from what happened but I kinda love her like that, magical violence, Tae is trying his hardest to be a supportive boyfriend, remember how I said that I wanted nothing but happiness from now on? I lied jafjds
Wordcount: 4.9k
a/n: unironically one of my fave chapters no joke, I love an unhinged OC
“Darling? The dinner is finished, don’t you want to come with me?”
“I’ve got no time, need to read.”
Taehyung studies your form. Your posture is terrible. Squatting on the floor with dozens and dozens of books surrounding you and your back hunched over. The room smells of too little oxygen and burned down candles.
“Darling. The dinner is finished”, Taehyung repeats himself.
“And I told you, leave me alone!” you scream at him, but Taehyung doesn’t budge.
“___ please come with me and eat something”, he tries in a soft voice.
“I can’t”, you insist, “can’t you see? I have so much to read.”
“The reading isn’t going to go anywhere.”
“Yes, yes it will. I have to finish this.”
“Come now, let’s eat something”, Taehyung tries only to get one of the books thrown at him.
“Get out!”
He catches it before it can hit his chest, letting out a worried sigh afterwards.
“___ sweetest”, he tries, setting the book down on one of the countless desks. They were all bending under the weight of too many books and trinkets. He steps over the circle of books and squats down next to you, “let’s get you something to eat, please.”
“Why can’t you listen?” you hiss, flinching when you feel his touch on your arm.
“Because I care about you and I want you to be healthy.”
“I’m okay.”
“No you are not, you haven’t had breakfast nor lunch and I can’t allow you to miss out on dinner as well.”
“I’ll eat later.”
“___ please.”
“No. Leave.”
“___ I’m serious. Come with me or I’ll start using force.”
“I’ll give you an aneurism if you try.”
Taehyung sighs in defeat.
“Please, come with me”, he says softly, caressing your arm.
“I can’t”, you spit, looking at him with your bloodshot, tired eyes, “it’s been two months and I can’t slack now. I have to figure it out. All of it. What happened back then, why he is in such a state and how I can fucking fix it.”
Czytaj dalej
"As if your purpose on this earth was to be connected with him. As if in those short and long moments where your bodies are the closest they can get, your souls are finally one again." 🥹😭 My heart is finally at peace 😭😭😭😭
THEY ARE TRUE SOULMATES 🥺😭😭😭 Nothing can separate them. Yoongi is so cool, and OC is a bad bitch - perfect combination. They must be together for eternity, with cute Kookie too.
↳ Index [Chapter 38 - Soulmates]
Warnings: just…softness and yoongie boongie :( and googie woogie :(, there is also Smut in this chapter but it’s not explicit, it’s more implied that she rides him but it’s not graphic you get me, either way they fucking deserve the fucking world, there will only be softness from now on
Wordcount: 10.3k
a/n: will i ever grow tired of writing them being touchy and in love? nope and nobody can stop me
You sometimes wonder how your life would have turned out had you stayed with your parents. Would you be happier or would you be living in your own personal Hell? Would your father still avoid looking into your eyes and would your mother still greet you by asking if you were finally doing something worthy with your life? Those are questions you know the answer to already. You would have escape nonetheless. One day, you would have left no matter what. You may not have ended up at this specific university with these specific secrets, but you still would have ended up somewhere else. Somewhere where people looked into your eyes and where simply being alive was already enough.
Being alive is a funny thing. Everything and everyone could kill you at any time. You breathe whilst sometimes feeling like drowning. Your heart beats even after getting it shattered. Your brain continues to produce thoughts, no matter how much one may beg it to stop. Your limbs continue working for as long as they are destined to work. And yet everything, every single thing works to one single goal. Death. That one day all this working may finally stop.
Death is an ever funnier thing. You wonder if you would look at it the way you do these days after everything you have been through. You wonder if you would still be as scared of it as you were back then, if you never knew how it feels to come so close to it. Maybe you would live happier though. Despite your fear. Maybe you wouldn’t have to think of all the lives you ended and just how death is certain for everyone. No matter if it comes in ten years, three days or five centuries. Everyone dies eventually.
Are you dead? Is that why you are thinking about it right now? Is this your brain’s last job? To make you think about how everyone dies? Didn’t people always say that one thinks of one’s life if death was near? But what is there to think about really? Thinking about it hurts too much. Your grandmother left, your parents hated you and you failed to reunite the only family which felt like home. Yoongi. You failed to save him.
Your eyes open. The lights are so bright that it hurts. You blink to get rid of the pain. Wait a minute. You can’t be dead. You still feel like shit. This isn’t the afterlife, you’re still on earth.
Your vision returns to you and for just a second you wished that it would have given you a little more time to adjust. Yoongi is right there, sleeping on the pillow next to you and with his face glowing in life.
Czytaj dalej
One night, vampire yoongi had a dream: y/n was the vampire, and he was the human. He saw his relationship with her through human eyes, and it soon turned into a nightmare because he imagined when he died, she'd be alone forever (which the mere thought of her sadness forever gave him the biggest heartache). When he woke up, it was the first time he ever felt the greatest desire to turn her.
there were days where yoongi truly, truly appreciated the fact that he was able to sleep whenever he wanted. if it wasn’t already peaceful to sleep alone, having you by his side made him anticipate for when the moon comes out and the blanket
but tonight… yoongi would be damned to say that was the case.
he had the… chance to see things from a different perspective, through the lenses of another in a relationship of two and that was none other than you. for once, he got to know how it felt like to be human again. to feel so much more than just the emotions within the range he could as a vampire. heightened with a beating heart when he stared into your eyes that was once a color by nature, now crimson like the blood he has flowing in his veins.
a heart that was beating for you. that stopped when time took over and the sight of you so alone reflected the loneliness he would face when you were gone from the face of earth.
yoongi wakes up with heavy breathing, as if he’s been pressed down by a boulder on his chest and restricted with his surroundings but in reality, a hand he’s come to hold until he could trace the outlines with his memory if he wanted to, gripping onto him with worry swimming in the eyes of the owner. he sits up because it’s too much to be laying down, much more when you’re helping him. it’s not that he can’t move on his own, his body could withstand and do more than a normal human but because of one, that has affected him in more than just one way, he’s having difficulties.
he manages, though.
along with words.
“what’s wrong?” your voice is soft, gentle, innocent - too innocent that yoongi feels he’s about to regret what he’s about to tell you but he has to. building a relationship out of trust and love, trust is so important and he’d go against his words to hide things from you. especially when they revolve around you.
it was hard, but yoongi pulls through. each word chosen carefully from the start, ending with one attack after another because he can’t control his feelings that well. your hands, cradling his cheeks in order to hold him together can’t do as much. his hands join to overlap, a backing force to help you help him and it’s only until he gets out all the words he wishes to say. every scene, piece after piece, stuck together in a timeline of how things were with you and him in reality, seemed to have taken a toll in yoongi’s realm of imagination.
“please say something,” his voice is strained, which makes no sense because he fed last night. this only happens when this is something that affects him heavily. gulping, you shift on the bed until you’re caging him in with thighs casing his own. his hands are shaking when you try to move them away, so you flip them over to hold onto them tight. he refuses to look at you, he can’t and you understand.
but yoongi caves in because it’s you.
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Bittersweet
▶ pairing: vampire!yoongi x reader
▶ genre: fluff
▶ summary: having a relationship with a vampire is much harder than you expected, but you find yourself not regretting it one bit.
▶ A/n: reposting this here because why not
It’s odd how society has progressed. How the idea of stumbling across a vampire or werewolf or literally any paranormal creature that you’d only find in fantasy books has now become such a normal, everyday concept. How there are hospitals dedicated to donating blood to vampires and how a wolf chilling around the streets in the middle of the day was normal for most.
But of course, waking up in the middle of the night because of a certain someone that apparently doesn’t have the understanding that not everyone can handle being awake and active at four in the morning, goddammit, and that the aforementioned male doesn’t possess the common courtesy of actually visiting at a decent time, is something you’ve grown used to. Just barely.
It’s not for just anyone that you’d actually wake up at this time for, willingly, to walk sluggishly towards your balcony door that had been knocked on for the past three to four minutes, just to open the door and see the sight you’ve learnt to grow accustomed to ever since he had shyly asked you to be his girlfriend. The sight of your boyfriend that had climbed seven stories (you were scared to ask how he actually did it) just to reach your apartment’s balcony, leaning oh so casually on the railing before you approach him.
“…I have a door, you know.” You’re feigning complete exasperation, but you know there’s not anyone you’d rather see sneaking inside your apartment, even at this time of the day.
Your words only make Yoongi mutter a “But you also have a balcony" before he lackadaisically saunters towards you, dragging one foot after the other and before you knew it he’s right in front of you. Before you knew it his hands are on your waist. Before you knew it he’s pulling you closer to him; and before you knew it his chin is propped over your head, hands running up and down your back and you’re burying your face in the crook of his neck before you could even stop yourself.
And after he basically trespasses your own home, this brings you back to the present, where— "Goddammit, Y/n, pee faster!”
“I just sat my ass down!” You holler past the bathroom door, growing impatient as his constant whines for you to return drift from one ear and out the other, and you’re certain he’s not going to stop until you’re back in his arms and back to spooning him on your bed.
“I’m still waiting out here-” You cut his complaint short when you walk out the bathroom door after finishing your business, the man flashing you a gummy smile you’ve so easily grown to love as he spreads his arms as an open invitation that you so easily accept. You reappear in his arms and he merely hums in content, and suddenly you find yourself being dragged to your own bed as he throws himself after you, tangling your legs with his and soothingly trailing circles on your back.
Suddenly you find yourself not wanting to go back to sleep, despite your complaints from just a mere few minutes ago. "Are all vampires this annoying?“
The male only chuckles, his baritone voice managing to send shivers down your spine, and you could only guess he noticed by the way he nuzzled his face further into your neck with your chin propped over his head, "Depends, have you dated other vampires?”
You don’t respond, only sinking down further in his arms so that you’re facing him, pressing your forehead against his and Yoongi lives for the way you brush some of his hair away that had been obscuring his vision of you. He lives for the way your hands frame each side of his face, cupping his cheeks, finally inching closer to kiss—
—the crown of his head.
“…Are you teasing me or something?” He grumbles and you only giggle, the male barely giving you enough time to process his actions when suddenly he’s kissing your lips mid-laugh. You indulge in the feeling of his lips moving in sync with yours when suddenly you’re straddling his waist and he’s pulling you both to sit upwards. His kisses that were initially desperate and needy slowed down to more gentle movements, and he could only hope that his actions portrayed just how much he loved and appreciated you, appreciated moments like this, how he would risk anything just to be with you everyday for all eternity.
You were a human. He was far from it. You were scared to turn, rightfully so, and he was willing to give you as much time as you needed. So for now, he’d relish in this feeling, in the feelings only you made him feel even after the hundreds of years he’s walked this Earth. Who knew all he’d ever need would only be born centuries after he did, but he’s glad he lived through to this day.
It’s only when he’s peppering slow, lazy kisses all over your face that you giggle, your giggles growing into a laugh so otherworldly that Yoongi couldn’t suppress his smile from widening, stretching from ear to ear before he chuckles along with you. Your heart is hammering in your chest so loudly and erratically that he couldn’t help but think that he’d be able to hear, feel it, even if he wasn’t a vampire.
Yoongi collapses back onto the pillows with you in his arms, resting his head on your chest as you play with his hair, feeling the familiar drumming of your heartbeat, reminiscing on a time oh so long ago when his did the same. He hears your voice, rough and hoarse from having woken up at this time of the day, but he loves it all the same. "What time is it?“
He could take a wild guess just from seeing the sun slowly rising from the window, but he checks the clock on your bedside table anyway, the digits almost making him gulp nervously. Almost. ”…Five?“
"It’s five in the morning. I just stayed an hour with you when I could have been sleeping.”
He only nods meekly. “Yep.”
You sigh, “…Bloody hell.”
“Was that a pun?”
“Might have been.”
He only smiles as your words lull him to sleep, muttering one last, playful "Damn you.“
Oh, Little Dove | kth (m)
➳ PAIRING: vampire!taehyung x reader x vampire!yoongi
➳ GENRE: smut, perhaps the tiniest bit of plot
➳ WORD COUNT: 2.8k
➳ WARNINGS: taehyung is a sadistic fuck and a huge asshole and I hate him, MC honestly hates him too lol, cursing, dubcon, hair pulling, a single tit slap, master/sir kink, oral (f receiving), biting, blood drinking, double penetration by some thicc boys jfc give me strength
➳ SUMMARY: Taehyung returns from a trip North and is feeling generous enough to finally share you with one of his brothers, Yoongi. However, when his treatment of you proves to be too much, Yoongi decides to change your fate.
➳ A/N: vampire Tae makes a comeback as a present for @strawbxxymilk <33 and you might notice a reference to another familiar story + if you haven’t read the previous 3 vampire Tae drabbles I suggest you do the links are in order here, here, and here
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“Hello, little dove, did you miss me?”
The low mischievous voice whispers in your ear. His cold hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, stroking your skin. If anyone were to see they’d think his touch was tender, a loving gesture to greet his lover, but they’d be wrong.
The vampire whose fangs ghost over your neck and haunt your nights is far from a lover.
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A World Alone
➳ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi, Street racer!Yoongi x Reader
➳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, modern vampire AU, street racer AU, bad boy AU, fwb AU
➳ Word Count: 11,343
➳ Summary: The rest of the world will pay no mind to Yoongi’s gentle soul. They’ll take one look at his etched skin, bruised knuckles, and gnarly scar and write him off as the bad guy regardless of the faded heart he wears on his sleeve. They think they know everything about your best friend, yet they’ll never know about his bloodlust and his need for speed.
➳ Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of drug and alcohol consumption, heavy petting, blood sucking, menstrual blood, oral (f receiving), handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex.
➳ Publish date: Sat. June 20th, 2020, 10pm EST.
➳ Author’s note: This is dedicated to my delightful Destinee, @yourdelights 🥺💖 I was heavily inspired by Lorde’s music, and I’m dying for her comeback!! Yoongi’s character was also based on Jess’ character from Gilmore Girls (shout-out to Vic for reigniting my love for that show @minsprings !!)
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hali my love, for your halloween drabbles, i am in NEED of a grumpy vampire boyfriend yoongi who’s mean to everyone but u (it’s my fav trope ever, i’m a basic bitch lmfaoooo) 😭🙏 maybe add some fluff and smut ? do whatever u desire with it babe, just know i love u so so much !! 💌🦋
❀ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f. reader
❀ Summary: Yoongi is none too pleased about the movie that Seokjin has selected for the weekly movie night. You know just how to cheer him up.
❀ Word Count: 2,459
❀ Genre: Supernatural, Establish Relationship, Fluff, Smut,
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
❀ Warnings: Seokjin & Co. are making Yoongi’s life hell in the kitchen, mild teasing/ganging up on Yoongi as the vampire, general chaos, gruff Yoongi, explicit language, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, blood drinking and biting, sort of voyeurism because people are in the next room over, Yoongi is a little needy, depictions of blood, brief cum eating, and this is largely unedited besides spell check.
❀ Published: October 14, 2023
❀ A/N: MARI MARI MARI! My love I have been waiting to do this request all week. I am literally so down bad for Yoongi who is a little cranky and yelling at everyone, only to turn to an absolute puddle who just wants to bite his baby’s neck when she walks in and kicks everyone out and yells at them for being mean to him. This was the perfect request ever - I love you so much and thank you thank you thank you! I hope you enjoy our boyfriend.
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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“Can I have some-”
“No,” Yoongi tuts, cracking the top of Seokjin’s knuckles with the wooden spoon in his hand. Seokjin howls and yanks his hand away, skin reddening under the quick assault of Yoongi’s reflexes. “You can have it when it’s ready.”
“I’m the host!”
Yoongi looks around the spacious kitchen where his friends are carrying on. Taehyung is wrestling Jimin over the Bluetooth speaker while Hoseok swings his legs back and forth from where he sits on the counter, delighted as he flips through songs to orchestrate their fight. Jungkook giggles with his phone out, filming the bickering pair while Namjoon stands in the doorway, trying to decide if he wants to break them up or risk walking by them with the two bottles of wine in his hand.
Namjoon risks the wine and regrets it. Taehyung bumps into Namjoon immediately, causing the bottles to slip from his hand and shatter on the ground. Hoseok yells in fright and Yoongi’s hand grips the wooden spoon hard enough that it immediately splinters in his hand.
Seokjin immediately begins yelling and throwing his hand in the air, Taehyung starts accusing Jimin of pushing him into Namjoon on purpose, and Jungkook frantically opens and closes cabinets and drawers to look for towels.
Each sound of the chaos grates against Yoongi’s sensitive hearing. The smell of sweat on their skin, the pumping adrenaline and fright from Hoseok’s momentarily startle. It becomes too much and he feels the instinct to lash out curl up inside of him like a whip.
“Everyone out!” Yoongi hisses, hackles rising.
The sound of his voice cuts through the kitchen, stopping everyone in silence. Six pairs of eyes turn to look at where he stands at the stove, steam hitting his face. His gums ache where his fangs threaten to slip through, a sign of his irritation.
“But I’m the host!” Seokjin protests again.
Yoongi points the now-ruined spoon at him. “You, are doing fuck all as host.”
“You told me you’d cook!”
“I always cook!”
“Well, you’re the best at it! You’ve been doing it for like three hundred years!”
Yoongi hears you before he sees you. Immediately he picks up the shutting of the car door, the additional heartbeat as you walk up the drive. Even from the kitchen with the wine and the smell of his friends and the cooking food, Yoongi can smell your lavender scent from where he stands.
Immediately tension bleeds out of him. You let yourself into the house and find them in the kitchen, calling out for them as you step in and freeze, scanning the room. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ at the chaos and he watches you as your eyes drag to his, taking in the ruined cooking utensil, the wine of the floor, and his twitching lip.
You clap your hands together then. “Everyone out!” you order. “Out, out, out!”
Unlike when Yoongi orders everyone to do something, they all listen to you. Hoseok scrambles off the counter and bolts toward the living room, hot on Jimin and Taehyung’s heels who both give you sheepish laughs. Namjoon rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and spins on his heel to leave, Seokjin and Jungkook on his trail.
Once they’re gone, it’s just you and Yoongi in the kitchen, pasta nearly boiling over. You point to the pot, brows raised. “You focus on that, I’ll clean all this, okay?”
Fuck Yoongi loves you. Something as simple as giving directions and just addressing the mess with a plane soothes his irritated nerves. He nods, not taking his eyes off of you as he continues the meal. Yoongi is good at multi-tasking, and his favorite thing is to watch you even when you’re not looking.
Just being in the same room as you brings him peace. Hundreds of years of existence, and Yoongi has never known balance like this. Has never found someone who steadies his too-loud world, who brings him the silence that he needs.
Until you.
Even though Yoongi can hear the boys being rowdy in the living room, it’s silent in the kitchen. You begin sweeping glass, oh so careful not to cut your fingers, and put Yoongi on edge. He’s not worried - you’ve always taken extra steps to avoid bloodletting around him and unlike Namjoon, you’re good at it.
Yoongi wants you to come over to him. He chews on his lip as he works on sauce for the pasta. His eyes dart to you often, fingers flexing as if to reach out and beckon you over to him. You’ve only been in the house for ten minutes, but he wants to feel your warm skin beneath his fingertips. The heat of you is just a moment away.
When you finish, you come around the counter to greet him properly. His heart skips in his chest - for it does still beat - and Yoongi feels his mouth twitch upward and his edges soften out as you lean up to him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.
Your mouth is warm against his, lips soft. He sighs and melts into you, pressing his mouth against yours a little harder. He feels you smile against him before you nibble his bottom lip and pull away, looking up at him. “How’s it going?”
“Hm.”
You snake an arm around his waist and pull your hips flush together. He likes the closeness, the way your skin makes his buzz. His nose fills with the scent of lavender and the undercurrent of your blood, a smell so uniquely you that he could never forget it.
“Can I taste,” you as, pointing to the steaming veggies. Yoongi nods, finding a fork and stabbing a seasoned green bean from the pan. He offers it to you. He watches, hypnotized as your mouth works over it. You hum, brightening. “Ugh, unreal.”
He leans forward and steals a kiss, taking you by surprise. He licks into your mouth, tongue tasting the butter and salt, the sweetest of your lips. When he pulls away, you’re giving him a cursory glance. “Needy, huh?”
He feels himself flush. “Maybe.”
Your fingers squeeze his hips, making his heart flip.
“Why does she get to taste?” Seokjin’s voice shatters the moment. Yoongi looks over your head and bares his fangs, his eyes flashing from black to crimson, muscles rippling. Seokjin squeals and runs out of the kitchen, screaming. “He is hissing at me!”
Slowly, Yoongi’s fangs recede. He feels the feral instinct to tear out Seokjin’s throat recede, and looks down at you, where you watch him with mild amusement, arm still snug around his hips.
“They’re annoying me,” Yoongi says, as if to answer the silent question. “He picked Dracula to watch tonight.”
You arch a brow. “Is that so?” Yoongi pouts. You press a kiss to his shoulder and pat his waist. “Finish up in here and I’ll make sure they’re all set out there.”
Hunger rolls through him, uncontrolled. He feels it swift, a dam breaking. He watches you wipe your hands on your jeans and walk toward the living room, his eyes pinned to the empty door as you vanish. He hears you when you raise your voice, immediately laying into Seokjin.
Yoongi smirks and looks back down as he starts turning off the stove. Listening to you lay into Seokjin for his funny little joke for movie night makes Yoongi preen, lifting his chin a little as Seokjin whines and throws himself on the couch, letting you lash him.
By the time Yoongi is calling everyone to make a plate, Seokjin comes in with his ears red and eyes on the floor. You return to the kitchen, nonplussed and pointing to the back of the line forming to plate food. Seokjin grumbles about him being the host again but listens.
Yoongi leans against the counter, throwing a rag over his shoulder. You make yourself a plate and set it aside before going over to the bottles of wine, pouring two glasses before coming over to him and handing him one. He thanks you quietly taking a sip.
As everyone filters back out into the living room to start the movie. Yoongi pushes off the counter to join them. You catch his wrist, signaling him to stay back. Once alone, you pull him toward you, making him cage you in against the counter.
“Hungry?” you ask, gaze darkening. His stomach flips and he nods, looking down his nose at you. You tilt your neck to the side. “Want?”
He shakes his head. “You should eat and watch the movie first.”
“You’re a little on edge. Maybe a snack first?” Yoongi goes back and forth on it. He feels his gums ache, feels the burn set into his throat. His eyes drift to the soft spot on your neck where your pulse beats, his favorite song. “Come on, baby,” you coo. “Just small bites.”
That voice. That voice. Yoongi feels his knees weaken. He leans further into you and you slide your hands around his waist, pulling him flush against you. His cock twitches and he groans, lids fluttering as you lean your head back, baring your neck for him.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Slowly, Yoongi lowers his face to your throat. He brushes his nose along the slender slope of your neck, inhaling. A shiver ripples through him and he feels the pinch of his fangs slide through. Your pulse quickens and he smells the change in you - feels the way your thighs press together.
He salivates. He can’t help it, his mouth pooling slowly with water as he brushes his open lips against your warm skin in the ghost of a kiss. Your breathing is faint and fluttering, your heart hammering in your chest. You’re not afraid, though. He’d be able to tell.
You’re excited and turned on, your fingers twisting in Yoongi’s shirt as his tongue slips gently between his fangs to taste your skin. You suck in a sharp breath and he whines a little, so in tune with your sounds. Every sound.
So, so carefully, Yoongi scraps his fangs against your skin and presses his tongue against your beating pulse, right where he wants to bite. He gives in, slowly sinking his teeth into tender flesh, his mouth filling with sweet nectar immediately.
The reaction is immediate. His eyes roll back into his head and he grinds against you, seeking friction as his mouth suckles gently, pulling warm fluid into his mouth. You’re lax in his arms, letting the endorphins of the bite wash over you.
Yoongi can smell what it does to you, one of his hands dropping from holding your side to pressing between your legs, rubbing you through your jeans. Your head knocks loudly against the counter, making him open his eyes and look up at you through his lashes, mouth still attached to your throat.
Eyes shut, mouth open, you sag against the counter. He can see every flicker of your eyes behind your lids, drifting in his bite. In him. Yoongi’s tongue presses over the wound, staying there as he swallows his last fill. He’s more interested in the way he works to open your jeans, now, uncaring that they’ve started the movie in the living room.
Yoongi is intimately focused on your reactions as he pulls down your zipper. You press your cunt toward him, asking. Seeking. Wanting. So quickly this has turned into more than small bites, and Yoongi doesn’t care. He’ll give you whatever you want, and he can sense the vibration in you, his predator senses tuned in to your desire.
Your folds are damp as he slides his fingers in, seeking your heat. The fit is tight in your jeans but you lean back for him, pulling them down a little, giving Yoongi access to pull your panties to the side and slide the pads of his fingers up and down your slit.
“Oh,” you sigh, nails digging into his hips. “Please,” you ask. “Please please please, Yoongi.”
He gives in, sliding a finger down the wet, hot seam of you and pressing in. Your walls clutch around him, sucking him in as he moans against your throat. His tongue laps back and forth over the wound on your neck, not drinking more but healing the skin, tasting your sweat.
“Just like that, baby,” you encourage. You roll your hips into his hand, grinding your swollen clit against his palm. He’s fully hard now, cock throbbing as he works his fingers into your cunt, the wet sound muted by the loud moving blaring in the living room. “Fuck. Do you want more?”
Yoongi shakes his head and hides his face between your neck and shoulder, panting as he works you. You squeeze around him wetly, your entire body shaking against him. He can tell your close, the very fibers stitching you together shaking loose as he angles his fingers, pressing against that soft spot inside of you.
He will never get tired of this. The way you walk into his life when he’s having a less-than-ideal day and put everything right again. How you pick up the pieces and put them where they need to be, how you chastise his friends when they want to pick on his vampirism, and how you just give him what he wants but won’t ask for.
So ready to give in to him.
When you come around his fingers, Yoongi makes a needy sound at the back of his throat. He loves the way you squeeze him, the way you go silent and soft. Sagging against the counter. He sucks at your neck - not for blood, but for the intimacy. Just the taste of your skin.
Slowly, you peel apart. Yoongi pulls his hands from your jeans, watching you open your eyes as he grins - perhaps the first real smile all day - and pops them into his mouth. He moans around them, the taste of you sticky on his tongue, making him ripple in pleasure again.
When he retracts his fingers, you surge forward, giving him a single, wet kiss, tasting back.
“Better?” you ask gently, kissing the corner of his mouth. His chin. His nose. He nods his head. “Do you need me to -”
He shakes his head, feeling your hand move toward his cock. “Just need ten.”
“You sure?”
“Mhmm.” He leans forward, licking a soft stripe up your neck. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Knowing what I need. Being a momentary lapse of peace in a world that is sometimes too loud. For giving me what I need.”
Your grin is blinding. “I love you.”
“You too.” His kiss against your neck is soft and sweet. “And that was much more than just small bites.”
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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