y.talks

pairing: seuncheol x reader

genre: fluff, angst

summary: you find comfort in his arms, and he promises that, if he could, he’d catch stars for you. funny enough, he didn’t have to catch any as you already had the brightest one engraved in your heart.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: maybe some anxiety thoughts? nothing that detailed, mc’s just tired

song

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

i think a book is a biiiiig leap for me and my poor writing skills/habits, so let’s go with just a fic?

@chilliwoo and i share a lot of fic ideas in dms, but obv we don’t write any of them. i’d be nice to write something with her, specially if it was something for cheol or wonwoo! we just have so many plots and so many ideas it’s kinda hard to choose.

@skydivingstars is one of my biggest inspirations here? and also someone whom i feel very comfortable around. so i’d love to write a classic friends to lovers or maybe even enemies to lovers for soonyoung with her? or something similar to her exes confront each other thing. that’s one of my favorite works from kesya.

@minghaoss has such a delicate, beautiful writing. i think it’s more detailed than mine and i could learn a lot from eros! i’d write an angsty jeonghan thing, maybe hanahaki disease? really, what is it about jeonghan that we always want to just... hurt him?

@yslmingyux has great plot development skills. and she’s also someone whom i think has great knowledge on how to make things real? like, such great ideas/plots that are perfect for each member. maybe we could write a mingyu x wonwoo x reader love triangle.

⊰ — SYNOPSIS / After years of working up the courage to confess his feelings for you, Min Yoongi decides to give up and move on from the unrequited position he has put himself in. However, when you discover his veiled attraction towards you, you dwell on what could have been. You find yourself ready to reciprocate the same sentiment for him, only you’re too late when he reveals he has already found someone else. Consequently, you’re lured into a series of meaningless and warped encounters from the one person you swore to avoid.

⊰ — FEATURING / Primarily featuring Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung; brief appearances by Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, and Park Jimin.

⊰ — GENRES / Angst, romance, mature, friends with benefits, and unrequited love.

⊰ — WARNINGS / This chapter contains alcohol consumption, graphic language, lots of self-deprecating remarks, very mature and sexual content including unprotected (drunk) sex (practice safe sex!), oral sex (female & male receiving), and cre*mpie.

⊰ — WORD COUNT / 14.7k

⊰ — TABLE OF CONTENTS / To be redirected and get the latest on the story, click on the table of contents.

⊰ — NOTES / Hi, all! This is my very first work being posted on Tumblr, so I hope you guys enjoyed it. This fic is heavily inspired by Ross and Rachel’s relationship in Friends, but less comedy and more angst? Feedback and comments would be absolutely lovely! And thank you for reading all the way through, tbh. I would like to apologize in advance for a very poorly written smut scene (primarily bc this is my very first time writing it. I’ll learn, I promise). <3

© All rights reserved to jeonqukie. All or portions of my work may not be reproduced, distributed, modified, or used in any way whatsoever without my permission.

⇁ female reader x yoongi

⇁ smut, trophy wife!au

⇁ slowburn, dom!yoongi, age difference, consensual non-monogamy, power imbalance, semi-public sex, objectification, face-fucking, derogatory language and possessive behavior during sex, creampie, cum marking, unsafe sex, everyone is kind of slutty, not as wildt as warnings may imply 

⇁ unnecessarily long for a pwp. 33.8k. phew.

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Yoongi was fine with a lot of things—you maxing out his credit cards to buy ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest ride for a spin without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function. 

What he was not okay with, however, was you sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who were incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants.

No, that was where he drew the line.

↳ alternatively titled; How to Get Dick - an autobiography written by (you) 

author’s note | while this fic does contain a semblance of plot, the focus is more on characterization which i understand can make for a boring read. also note that i have done (0) research and despite having owned a pool, still to this day do not know how to clean one. 

written for 1 of my closest friends @tayegi as the most belated bday gift to have ever been gifted. ily :( ty for having passionate naruto-related discussions w/ me at 6am. u r the real deal ! 

Author: @underthejoon as a part of the Bound series with @kpopfanfictrash 

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (her mood boards are amazing - like all the damn time)

Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking

Word Count: 6k

Summary:  Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave.

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes 

→ wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me 

→ note: um can we talk about how attractive yoongi is when he spins a basketball on his finger like that,,, anyWays HAPPY DECEMBER (it’s my frickin birthday monTH) this is one day late and it’s almost 3am but i pulled thru and i was like i promised bball yoongi and that’s what i have 2 deliver to my children!! i hope u guys like this!!! pleaSE flood my inbox i love hearing back from y’all <3

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or kook or captain yoongs u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!) 

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

somehoW someway jungkook managed to squirm himself into the upperclassmen’s basketball team which not only meant there that was no longer a water-boy but also that because of basketball practice you and kook wouldn’t be able to hang out as much anymore

and he’s used to seeing you every day because you’re his best friend okAy

y’all have been friends since the first day of uni during orientation when he spilt his banana milk all over himself and you immediately rushed over with napkins AND you gave him your chocolate milk instead (ur mom told u to seize all opportunities of friend-making and that was the one you happened to choose)

⏤ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. post break up au.

⏤ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: taehyung x reader ft. yoongi

⏤ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: angst • smut

⏤ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.2k

⏤ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mentions of alcohol, voyeur!yoongi, dirty talk, thigh riding, dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, orgasm denial, pussy eating, possessive!taehyung, taehyung is a taunting piece of shit but we love him, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie

⏤ ᴀ/ɴ: hello,,, i haven’t been able to get this story out of my head and well, i just had to write it and post it! I hope you enjoy it! thank you to my beta reader @lynna-afia for looking through this for me!

⇥ based on somebody else // the 1975

When Yoongi had first heard that you, his ex-girlfriend, was seeing someone else, he had dismissed it without a second thought. He didn’t really care what you did. He was the one who had broken up with you. There hadn’t really been a distinct reason he’d done it. Life as an award-winning producer was hectic and he had grown tired of juggling both a relationship and his career - especially with how needy you could be. Constantly, you’d needle him to spend time with you or give you some attention. Granted, he would spend days locked up in his studio, songwriting and producing. Though, who could blame him really? It was his passion and art. Thus, one day, when you’d finally burst over his lack of presence or effort in your relationship, he’d made a decision. A decision that led to him breaking up with you.

So, no, he didn’t really care that you had moved on. Besides, you had begged him to take you back - pleaded even. You had spent hours crying while he moved the little stuff he had in your apartment - mainly music equipment - out. The entire time you’d sobbed, imploring that you’d be better and give him his space. You’d cried and cried, telling him you loved him and you didn’t want it to end that way. Alas, he’d already made his decision - one he didn’t want to renege on. As a result, he knew you’d never be able to move on from him. So, no, it didn’t matter that you had apparently found somebody else.

Anon Request:  Hello! Could you write something about where the reader and Yoongi get high together, and the reader accidentally confesses to him and it somehow leads to smut? Thank you!

Description: You accidentally confess your feelings to Yoongi during a smoke sesh

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre/Warnings: pwp, fluff, stoner!au, college!au, f2l, dom/sub undertones, cussing, drug use, shot gunning, pussy slapping, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Yoongi is kind of a fuckboi but it’s whatever.

a/n: So in this fic when I refer to GSC or “Girl Scout Cookies,” I mean the strain of weed, not actually… girl scout cookies. Yeah. Anyway, thanks for the request anon, this was fun to write and kind of challenging so I had a great time. I’m new to writing fics so constructive criticism is always appreciated, but plz be polite bc I’m a baby and will cry if someone is mean to me.

your coworker yoongi is always infuriatingly late. except the one time he’s much too early.

pairing: barista!yoongi x reader genre: smut words: 4.9k contains: coffee shop au, enemies to lovers, a lot of banter, hatefucking, condomless sex, c*m eating (trying not to trigger tumblr’s filters, oof), dirty talk, some name-calling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f), fingering, hair pulling, yoongi is an ass index: first sip - second taste - last cup

“The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.” (John Boyle O’Reilly) Being with someone doesn’t guarantee that you know they love you. —hanahaki disease au, flora & fauna series

3,619 words

p.cred 

The waiting room is beige with a dark brown carpet, the kind that has either always been that color or is that color as a result of years of use. There are paintings (ironically) of flowers on the walls, and potted plants stationed randomly between the chairs. A receptionist sits behind a counter, typing on a computer and answering the phone when it rings. Aside from her, there are seven people scattered about the room.

You’re tucked into a corner by an end table that displays brochures for Hanahaki removal surgery alongside magazines with photoshopped celebrities on the cover. The ads for the surgery, as well as the photoshopped celebrities (one of which is Yoongi, actually), leave a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Summary: You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself.

A college, coffee shop, and vampire AU all in one!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, and anything in between

Word Count: 15,639

A/N: This is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written. I found this vampire!yoongi fic sitting in my WIPS back at the start of the year. I did my best to pick it up and rewrite the story into something interesting.

Hopefully you guys like it.

In your opinion, college is a fairly safe space. You go to classes, get along well with friends, enjoy sitting near the pond in the middle of your campus when the weather is nice. There are rarely any crimes—and when there are, it’s a stolen bike, a petty fight, or an…“attack”.

But! Attacks are rare.

Hell, sometimes they aren’t even acknowledged. Not everyone chooses to believe in folklore—that vampires are real and walking among us.

Some people are disbelievers because they’re too scared to give into the reality that every day they might be around someone who could pin them down and steal their blood in a split second. Others just…think it’s a hoax—the few and far between vampire attacks, that is.

“Those people just want attention. They can fake fang marks like that with special effects make-up.”

Society seems to be torn on their existence—just as some people refute the existence of ghosts or spirits, or even god and higher powers. You for one—well…you believe. At a younger age, in an event you’ll never forget—you had fallen off a swing at the park and gouged open your knee on the turf. In what seemed like a flash a shadow had appeared above you—a man looking to be in his late 20’s to early 30’s. When you glanced up he had knelt down—his eyes meeting your curious and slightly frightened stare. His eyes were crimson, and it had seemed as if his irises were pulsing with….with…

“You need to be more careful,” he had told you, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily against his throat. He hadn’t bothered to help you up, instead stepping back— fingers trembling near his sides. “You can’t afford to get hurt around others if you keep smelling like that.”

And then he was gone. But despite his disappearance, his words stuck with you—lingered in the back of your mind for days—weeks, even.

What do I smell like? You had wondered, but had never bothered to search for the answer. Anytime you pondered potentially pricking your finger or making a harmless little cut, immediately those crimson eyes popped into your mind, and you found yourself weak at the knees—unable to follow through.

Years later, you’ve nearly forgotten about that man at the park—those deep red eyes and resounding words. You’re a college student—you’ve got papers to write, tests to take, applications to fill out—you don’t have time to worry about things such as ghosts, or higher powers, or vampires. As if. The only thing on your mind is class and the coffee you get every morning to help you through the day.

Also the cute, yet bored faced barista at the campus coffee shop you seem to face nearly 7 days a week, regardless of the time you leave to get your coffee. He’s charming in his own right—dark hair, styled a little lazily, and dressed in casual clothing that perfectly accentuates his body. He’s minimal effort good-looking, and you can’t believe how much you’re attracted to him sometimes.

“Morning,” you greet with a smile when you step up to the register, the line advancing forward. He doesn’t bother to look up, already hitting buttons on the screen in front of him and reaching to grab a cup to write your name on.

“Usual, right?” he asks in a low voice, sounding groggy, and you stare at the top of his head as he bends to grab a marker that had fallen on the floor.

“Tired?” you respond instead. He grunts.

“Long night.”

You hum in understanding as you watch him press the marker to the cup, however, instead of writing your name, with sloppy handwriting he ends up scribbling his own, and you break into a fit of giggles.

Cocking an eyebrow, the male glances up at you.

“Wow, suddenly our names are quite similar,” you say, pointing at the cup, and when he sees the permanent black Yoongi written he curses.

“Fuck, I’ll get you a new one–,” he begins apologetically, but you cut him off.

“No! It’s ok, it’s just a cup and you already know me, so it’s no big deal,” you laugh, smiling at him. He pauses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just draw a little heart next to it to make it cute and I think I’ll be fine,” you tease, and while Yoongi rolls his eyes, he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his face.

“I make no promises with that heart. Go ahead and swipe your card.”

Nodding, you do, and once the charge goes through you walk to the other end of the counter to wait, knowing by now that Yoongi will simply take your receipt and throw it away, since neither of you want it.

As you wait for your drink to be made, you pull your phone out and scroll through your twitter feed, trying to catch up on all the latest news and gossip before you run off to class. However, your finger only manages to swipe upward a few times before there’s a gasp behind you, and you turn to find a girl staring in horror at her phone which has just landed face down on the tile floor.

“Oh no,” you say, highly sympathetic as you squat down and gently pick the phone up since she’s clearly too petrified to do it herself. You peek at it, tilting the screen your way, and the hiss that escapes your lips is enough to let the girl know that she’ll be needing a new phone sometime soon.

“Shit, the glass,” you mumble as you return the phone to her, managing to mirror her thankful, albeit disappointed smile. She says that she’ll clean the glass up since it was her fault, but you tell her that you’ve got it, and reach over to grab a napkin.

“Don’t touch it, Y/N. We’ll clean it up,” you hear Yoongi’s voice command from the background, almost warning you to not do anything stupid, but you wave him off. You’ll be fine, it’s just a little glass.

So, putting the napkin next to the tiny shards, you gently use the side of your hand to brush the pieces onto the napkin. In the background Yoongi calls your name to get your drink, and then immediately sighs when he sees you bent down, trying to macgyver glass onto a napkin like a cave man.

“You’re dumb,” he grumbles as you stand up, turning to face him with the napkin full of glass in your palm.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” you grin triumphantly, but just as you transfer the napkin to Yoongi to be disposed of, a piece of glass tears through the thin layers of paper and scrapes your skin.

“Ow, fuck,” you curse, examining the damage as Yoongi hurriedly takes the glass from you and tosses it into the waste bin. You hold your palm out, fingers lightly pressing at the cut—red seeping at the edges—but before you can move to find something to clean yourself up, Yoongi’s hands are embracing your hurt one.

“Yoongi?” you say in surprise, watching as his thumbs brush against your palm, pressing down slightly on either side of the scrape. At the action more blood appears, and you glance up at him in shock.

“Yoongi…?”

Your childhood crush, now famous and successful, comes to visit you while you’re drunk and have a lot to prove.

→ actor!yoongi x reader

→ suggestive, soft angst

→ 6.7k words

a/n: yoongi was never in bts. bts are aged up 3 years and slightly sleazy. overuse of pet names, a lot of babying, bratty sub reader—hence the title. hint of significant age gap themes. drug and alcohol abuse. there also may be a lil bit of tae and jk in there. 

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“Are you well?” He asked sweetly.

You nodded, unable to trust the sound of your voice. He was sitting close, knees grazing and it made your confidence crumble. You couldn’t put your finger on why. You were always the one to leave the everlasting impression—you were always the one to poke fun at him and make him laugh. So, the fact you sat there as shy as a twelve year old girl had you stumped. 

He’d sat this close to you before. He’d given you that smile and asked you the same thing before. He was your elder, your friend, someone you admired and respected in the form of teasing and burdening. Although shamefully, the last bottle of soju had you thinking of him as more than that. You couldn’t deny he was gorgeous and you couldn’t deny you had thought of him this way before—but it was never to the extent of your cheeks flushing and your voice squeaking.

Author: @underthejoon as a part of the Bound series with @kpopfanfictrash 

Creative Content Contributor: @m00nk1ld with another absolutely gorgeous moodboard. 

Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary: Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened.

⇢ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

⇢ genre: smut + slight angst

⇢ au: college!au, fwb!au, stoner!yoongi, assholeish!yoongi, fuckboyish!yoongi fwb to lovers trope

⇢ word count: 6k+

⇢ warnings: smut, honestly mostly porn, unprotected sex, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, praise, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, creampie??, oral (f receiving), pussy slaping, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, this part is basically pwp.

⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.

⇢ author’s note: so yes, buttercup is being cut up into two parts thanks to a lot of my life getting uprooted this week!!! ill spare you the details but everything is really chaotic rn so im sorry this isnt exactly what i promised :( thank u for all the insane amont of love ive gotten so far. this is a pretty um… filthy piece of writing skfjsd and it’s definitely not perfect and id love to get better with everything i put out on here but i hope u guys enoy ily xx

Words: 11.8k

Summary: Min Yoongi is a Modern Arts student. You are kind of a Modern Arts student. Min Yoongi lives and breathes his music, would die for a good grade. You are hopping from course to course, still trying to figure out what you want. Two seemingly opposite people somehow form a connection in the mess of trying to complete a relatively difficult homework assignment that focuses on the topic of love - something Yoongi is completely oblivious to.

Genre: angst - fluff - high school au

Notes: masterlist - support my writing or ask me about commissions! 

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Min Yoongi is fairly certain this is the stupidest thing he’s ever been told to do.

  Ever.

  He’s a Modern Arts student – he’s learning to produce music, for crying out loud. So, why is he being forced to sit down and write some stupid love poem for a person he doesn’t even know?

+ pairing: yoongi x reader + word count: 4.8k + genre: best friend’s brother au, smut, angst ❝ your long-term crush on your best friend’s big brother manifests into something you’re not sure you can escape with your heart intact ❞

+ warnings: smut + note: reposted from my old blog!   part one ⇢ two ⇢ 2.5 ⇢ three ⇢ four

It hadn’t always been like this; sneaking around, hiding explicit messages from your best friend’s eyeline, covering up the purpling bruises left by lips on your collar bones. Once upon a time you were trustworthy, honest, and you had, you liked to think, a good hold on your own urges, especially those towards the one person you absolutely could not have, should not have.

For as long as you could remember, you had been a fixture in the Min household. Having met your best friend – Soo-mi – when you were young, you’d managed to situate yourself into her family life comfortably, getting along well with her parents and other family members.

One person you had developed a friendly back-and-forth with was her older brother, Yoongi. For the longest time you’d both been pretty close, probably as close as friends by this point, and you’d often turned to him for help if and when you’d needed it. Yoongi was popular, his sarcastic personality attracting many adoring fans, both male and female. And against your better judgement, you were one of them.