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i love everything about this story, the writing, the character development and the fact that it made me feel a lot of emotions while reading!
the singularity theory 01 (m)
➾ 9.4k, yoongi x reader ft taehyung
➾ the singularity theory posits that privilege of anonymity, combined with the element of restricted physical contact, has the ability to foster an emotional intimacy between two strangers that is genuine and non-forced.
➾ summary: in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong.
but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?
➾ warnings: mentions of gloryholes/ use of actual gloryhole (though unintended), mentions of watching porn, male masturbation
➾ a/n: this one’s for anyone currently doing a final year thesis, like i am :”)) i feel your pain but it will all be worth it someday!!! press on, my friends, i’m sending you lots of love!!
01 | 02 | 03 (complete)
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park’s girl
↬ pairing: min yoongi x reader
↝ genre: basketball captain!yoongi, photographer!reader, e2l | smut, fluff
↳ summary: you really don’t like basketball, but yearbook duty calls.
✎ word count: 6k, lowkey
☞ warnings: closet sex, unprotected sex (plz be safe, y’all)
A/N: This is my first fic so I’m terrified, but I’m trying to put myself out of my comfort zone so here we go. also, there’s closet sex so yeah… another thing, basketball team captain!yoongi so there’s that.
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asphodel (teaser) — myg
Requested by anon.
Plot: The workings of the crime underworld is a secret to all whether you stand on the surface unaware or you’re buried deep within its soil. It is a normal feat and has worked well for years. That is until Yoongi finds his gang crumbling to pieces by the hands of a rival gang leader that doesn’t seem to exist while managing to befriend a med student who shows no fear in the eyes of the crime devil.
Rating: G | PG | Mature | Explicit (18+)
Genre: mafia!au | angst, smut.
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Yoongi x Med Student!Reader (Kiku)
Warnings: violence, sexual content, angst, coarse language — more tags to be added in full chapter.
Links: Guidelines | Masterlist | Request List (reqs closed)
Word Count: tba.
A/N: i tried to make the plot short but i’m extra lmao. let me know what you think about this new teaser! note this is still in early writing stages so things may be changed around in the full piece!
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Placing a gauze on the injury, she glanced over at Yoongi who had already pulled the stick out of his mouth.
“You can’t speak of this to anyone.”
“You still need to go to a proper hospital.”
“I thought you were a doctor.”
“Yeah in two more years.”
“Either way, I already told you I can’t do public hospitals.”
Kiku sighed in annoyance, placing all of the dirty tools into the bowl filled with water. Before she could move any further, she felt her arm being yanked back by a rough grip causing her body to turn to the male.
“You’re going to come with me quietly, alright?” Despite the bullet out of his system, Yoongi knew he wasn’t completely out of danger. No one would suspect him being in a university medical room but it still didn’t change the looming concern that he may have been followed. Which meant the girls’ life and his own chance at preserving his secrecy would be at risk. “I can’t have you yapping on about this.”
Kiku yanked away from his grip and grabbing a scalpel from the tray, raising it to his neck until he shifted back still sitting vulnerably on the table. “Don’t. Ever. Grab me like that again.” She pushed the blade against his skin right where his Adams’ Apple rested. Not enough to pierce through but enough for a threat.
“Sorry.” Yoongi muttered, trying not to gulp with the blade pressed right on his jugular. “You still have to come with me. Whoever attacked me is going to try and track my steps…and that includes yours now.”
“Well that’s my fault for taking pity on the wrong person.” Kiku pulled the scalpel away and throwing it back onto the metal tray. “But I’ll come with you.”
“You will?”
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bad boys bring it to you
header credits go to valerie @taendrils !!
pairing: tattoo artist!yoongi /reader warnings: choking, praise kink, dirty talk genre: pwp, smut words: 7.1k
Friends are useless.
You finally learn the truth behind these words when Taehyung and Hoseok corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.
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Love Potions
‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!
‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU
‣ Words: 1318
‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.
“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.
“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.
Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.
“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.
“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”
“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.
“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”
“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”
Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.
“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.
Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”
You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi.
His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.
“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”
Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”
“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”
“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.
His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.
You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.
When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.
You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.
“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.
“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.
“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.
“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.
“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.
“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”
“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.
“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.
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Two Opposite Poles / Yoongi
Pairing: slytherin yoongi x hufflepuff reader
Word count: 4.9k
Description: Everyone knew that you and Yoongi were completely different. You were a social butterfly with a bubbly personality. He, on the other side, was an introvert who was talented at intimidating everyone, which is the main reason you didn’t want to come in contact with a person like him. Though after the black-haired boy gets hit by a bludger, you begin to think that opposite poles might be able to attract.
A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever au posted here! I usually write for myself and never post any of my work, but I’ve been so obsessed with bts x harry potter lately, and after reading a couple of aus I’ve decided to write some myself ;-; I hope you like it! If I make mistakes, please forgive me, as English is not my first language.
P.S: I forgot to save the changes for the draft and lost a good amount of this and almost started crying :’)
Just a teeny tiny bit…
You carefully took a bite out of your energy bar under your desk, praying to God that Professor McGonagall won’t see you. Lunch was just ‘round the corner, but you didn’t get to eat much at breakfast, and your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. So you took an energy bar out of your bag and started munching slowly.
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yoongi scenario | stuck on you
❝ While wrapping gifts you end up super gluing your hand to Yoongi’s… not completely on accident… ❞
➸ prompt: I can’t wrap Christmas presents to save my life, but you’re amazing at it. Please help me!
➸ pairing: yoongi x reader
➸ requested by anon | 3.2k words | fluff, neighbour au
Why is gift wrapping so difficult? Why is wrapping paper so flimsy? Why are gifts such irregular shapes? Why is sellotape so hard to cut? And why is the whole palaver such an embarrassment when you can’t do it properly, crossing the corridor to the apartment across from yours with shamed red cheeks, as you knock on the door and ask desperately, “Could you possibly help me? I might have tied my hands together with ribbon…”
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Lovers’ Paradox.
Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.
pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)
➵ bangtan police unit: a collab with @gukstudio
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Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.
The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.
Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”
“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”
“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”
“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”
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spilled milk m.list
➭ an au in which you join an app that assigns you to groupchats randomly
➭ updates every other day at 6pm (mt)
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
part 8
part 9
part 9.5
part 10
part 11
part 12
part 13
part 14
part 15
part 16
part 17
part 18
part 19
part 19.5
part 20
part 21
part 22
part 23
part 24
part 25
part 26
part 27
part 28
part 28.5
part 29 (written)
epilogue
unlikely alliance m.list
「where yoongi finds a love letter that wasn’t meant for him」
pairing: soft!yoongi x reader
status: complete
💌 part 1 - introductions
💌 part 2 - geezed me
💌 part 3 - eventful evening
💌 part 4 - act normal
💌 part 5 - win-win
💌 part 6 - resting bitch face
💌 part 7 - i didn’t?
💌 part 8 - pamper
💌 part 9 - but…thanks
💌 part 10 - mission: ready to go
💌 part 11 - where the hell are you?
💌 part 12 - marchmas
💌 part 13 - believe in me
💌 part 14 - romantic
💌 part 15 - big dicc darrell
💌 part 16 - rip oreo friend
💌 part 17 - good friends
💌 part 18 - mint chocolate icecream
💌 part 19 - remedy
💌 part 20 - third time’s a charm
💌 part 21 - cheer up
💌 part 22 - just think about it
💌 part 23 - just stop
💌 part 24 - grumpy
💌 part 25 - not the right person
💌 part 26 - won’t go away so easily
💌 part 27 - birthday gift
💌 part 28 - i’m happy too
💌 part 29 - happy birthday
💌 part 30 - soft
💌 part 31 - family game night
💌 part 32 - movie television promise
💌 part 33 - all she wants
💌 part 34 - something important
💌 part 35 - 7 months later
💌 bonus chapter
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this made me incredibly soft 🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE IT. the way the story progressed and the development is amazing.
The Third & Sixth
➜ Words: 7.9k
➜ Genres: 99.99% Fluff, 0.01% Angst
➜ Summary: One. Two. Three. Fantastic things come in threes, that includes you and your two best friends. But when they start dating each other, you quickly come to realize that you’ve become the infamous. third. wheel. Left out — invading their date — forced to watch them canoodle — an unnecessary extension to the group. It only worsens when you upgrade into the fifth wheel…..until a special sixth comes along.
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A slight misunderstanding
Characters: Yoongi x Reader
Word count: 1.1 k
Synopsis: Is it actually a misunderstanding though? To all the boys I’ve loved before!au featuring bestfriend!Yoongi
Notes: Just a quick, cliche, silly drabble to celebrate hitting 200 followers. I know it’s cliche I’m sorry. I’m actually pretty nervous to post this I’ve never written a drabble before, haha!
It is, perhaps, the misunderstanding to end all misunderstandings. If the stress and humiliation that comes with all your highschool crushes being sent private letters (private!) confessing your feelings to them because of a mistake your mum made while clearing out your room isn’t enough to warrant the large chocolate milkshake you order yourself from your favourite cafe, then Min Yoongi settling opposite you and sliding a nauseatingly familiar envelope across the table is.
“So,” Yoongi says slowly. He has always been a man of few words but it is rare to see him so genuinely stumped. “That was um…. interesting… Listen, I-“
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i honestly don’t have words to describe this, it was amazing! i stayed up all night trying to finish this whole series bc i simply couldn’t get enough from the story ans the characters. the author did such a good job telling the story i dont feel like there was a moment it was boring or felt like a filler. it was just perfect <3
Arranged Chapter One
Description: Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?
Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader
Word Count: 5,142
Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Chaebol!Au, Company!Au, Arranged Marriage!Au
Warnings: Coarse language, although not frequently
A/N: Hey there! This has been sitting on my computer for ages and I’m just now finding the courage to post it. I’m already a few chapters in, so if you guys (whoever you are) enjoy it, then by all means let me know and I’ll post more! I really love writing, and I’m working on multiple things at once, but if this is something you guys want to see more of then I’ll prioritize it. Hope you enjoy!
–Mercury
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen (END)
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catharsis (m)
➾ catharsis (noun): the purification or purgation of strong/ repressed emotions that results in renewal and restoration
➾ summary: where do you draw the line between fantasy and reality? Yoongi knows he has a kink that isn’t socially acceptable as kinks go. he’s already had several failed relationships in the past tucked under his belt as a result, so when you offer him a chance to live out his fantasy in a guiltless, no strings attached kinda way, what could go wrong?
➾ 14k
➾ warnings: impregnation kink, cumplay, nipple play, ball play, daddy kink, cock worship
➾ a/n: here it is!!!!!! a lot of you have been waiting for this, so i hope it lives up to your expectations 🙃 that being said, this is probably one of the filthiest things i’ve ever written… so enjoy, and happy valentines day ❤️
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Fortuna
; Yoongi x Hoseok x Reader x Jimin
; Genre: Smut, fluff
; Word Count: 10.3k
; Warnings: Poly relationship, dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, switch!Jimin, dom!Yoongi, mentioned mxm, unprotected sex, impregnation kink, multiple creampies, oral sex, fingering, voyeurism, filmed sex, deep throating, cumplay, dirty talk, almost pwp
; Synopsis: 300 years ago, half the world’s population died when the experimental Fortuna virus escaped. The remaining male population has been rendered infertile with one loophole that has meant polyamorous relationships have become the norm.
; A/N: This has almost a plot. Also…dedicated to @yminie because she knows why!
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The soft whining that echoes through the room when you start to shuffle around in bed causes you to blink blearily, the early morning light giving everything an almost hazy glow. Apart from that sound, it’s quiet in your bedroom and you sigh softly, not wanting to get out of bed.
As you stretch, toes pointed underneath the covers while your hands hit the headboard gingerly, you feel a solid arm wrap around your waist. Tugging you closer, Jimin whines once more before nuzzling his head closer into you, nestling it in the warm place where your neck meets your shoulder.
The soft tickling of his breath causes you to shiver before laughing lightly, bringing down one hand to run your fingers through his soft and fluffy blonde hair. His roots are beginning to show, you note idly as you examine the darkened strands with a bemused smile.
“You need to dye your hair again baby.” You whisper, pressing your lips to the crown of his head while he grumbles endearingly. Your boyfriend has never been a morning person, and he probably never will be.
Gently reaching down, you press on the hard bone of his jaw to push his chin up until he’s looking at you. His hair has gone crazy as usual, and you stifle a laugh at the combined look of that and his puffy, sleep-ridden eyes.
He always whined that he looked like a kid when he was sleepy, but he just looked beautifully vulnerable and you appreciated that he was comfortable enough with you to do that. Jimin licks at his lips slowly, blinking through the slits he’s narrowed his eyes into at the bright light suddenly.
“Mmmm, ‘kay. Can we go back to sleep? Yoongi and Hoseok are working and we’re not.” He groans, flopping his head back onto the pillow with a soft sigh. You smile and kiss his forehead before sitting up, ignoring his annoyed mumble as the cool air hits his body.
“Yes, we’re not working. But you know Yoongi will give us the cold shoulder if we don’t at least attempt to do something around the house and Hoseok will pout at us. And you know I can’t handle sunshine pouting. You have laundry and groceries to do, and I have cleaning to do. You know what they say baby.” You tease him, running your fingertips lightly down his toned stomach as he shivers.
“Yeah, yeah. A co-operative relationship is a communicative relationship and a communicative relationship gives birth.” He pouts, moving his hands till they’re resting behind his head. You have to ignore the sight of his firmly muscled biceps that show clearly from the position and get out of bed, ready to start your day.
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Late Bloomer (m)
Word Count: 21,041
Warning: Graphic sexual content
Yoongi wolf!AU, aka an excuse for me to write gratuitous smut
You were, what they called, a late bloomer. You didn’t get your period until you were nearly seventeen-years-old and when all of your classmates were talking about boys and smoking weed after school, you were playing neopets in the back of the classroom. You were always just a few years behind everyone else, but it was never a big deal. In fact, thank god you were spared the half a decade of cramps and soiled underwear that your friends suffered from. You wouldn’t mind if it took you another half decade to get your period, thank you very much.
You’re twenty-two now, a senior in college, and an adult by every sense of the word. You’re graduating in just a few short months, you’ve successfully passed all your classes, and you even have a job lined up for you. You’re a full-grown, mature, adult woman and you have every right to be proud of yourself…
By human standards, that is.
But the thing is… you aren’t exactly human, now are you? The fact that you transform into a wolf every month and run around in the woods naked, howling at the moon isn’t a very human characteristic. You were born and raised a wolf, and a wolf you’ll remain until your dying day…
And in the wolf community, you’re still technically a child who hasn’t hit puberty… Not that you’ll ever tell anybody.
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Witches’ Brew [M]
Description: When Yoongi messes up a potion he ensures that it doesn’t go to waste
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 4k
Genre/Warnings: pwp, Witch!au, slight e2l, brief mention of them being roommates, dom/sub undertones, aphrodisiac usage, choking, spanking, spitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, slight over stimulation, swearing
a/n: I sent @seokoloqy this dream a WHILE ago so that’s what this is based off. Fun fact! I actually practice witchcraft so the spell that they do in this fic is based off of one of my own personal spells from my grimoire. Think of these witches like… the ones from AHS season 3 lmao.
“You need moon water” you say, going to hand the slim black-haired boy beside you the jar of clear liquid you had kept outside overnight to absorb the energy of the full moon. Yoongi, who had been in the middle of burning herbs to add to the spell dismisses you with a flick of his hand.
“I already added rose water to the mixture.”
“You added rose water— to a protection spell?” You questioned. Yoongi shrugs, adding the burned herbs to a mortar and pestle to grind into ashes and completely ignoring you in the process. Annoyed, you wave your hand at the mortar and pestle sending it skidding across to the other end of the table, and he turns to you, equally as annoyed.
“What?”
“Are you dumb?”
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can't stress enough how much i loved reading this. it made me feel all sorts of feelings and there's something on the way yoongi was portrayed as a character that really got into me.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 yoongi x reader || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 24k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 it may be misfortune that brings you to min yoongi’s door looking for a place to stay, but luckily holly lodge has a vacancy.
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A distant crunch of gravel is the only warning you get. You look around absentmindedly, down the steep slope of the hilly fields, and see a bus pulling away down the windy path that had brought you here several hours ago.
“Oh, fuck-!” You make it less than a third of the way down, half-stumbling, half-running, before you give up, realising it’s no use. “Oh, fuck,” you repeat with a sullen sigh, sinking down to the dirt path.
What was meant to be a day-trip to the renowned Boseong Green Tea fields was apparently going to be longer than a day.
The sky was steadily growing darker, and through the vibrant hedgerows of green tea plants that lined the hillside, a fog was starting to collect. Consulting your phone tells you it’s later than you thought.
You stand up again, brushing the dust off the back of your jeans, and slowly plod your way back up to the peak of the hill, where a flat area with some benches provides a decent lookout. The several small cafes and restaurants at the base of the fields have no lights on, and a metal grille has been slid down over the windows of the ticket booth. It’s deserted.
Your roaming data works up here, although it’s a little more patchy than you’d grown used to around the rest of the country, and you use the last of your dying battery to google some places to stay. With any luck, you’d be able to phone in to a hostel or motel and book in a place. You just hoped the walk wasn’t too far in the dark. But as the sun slips lower and lower in the sky, and you call a seventeenth number, you begin to lose hope.
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