#3milestans

[kithtaehyung]

[ 3tan ] for the milestone thing, would y’all wanna write 3tan fanfiction for part of it? like we do a 180 and i would provide some fun prompts and y’all would write for them?? then we’d all hype each other?🤔 or is that a hard no lol

[threetangerines]

prompts ↠ sibling and i guess water and sunlight too

summary ↠ in which you and your brother want to seize the sunlight.

note ↠ i watched a rub cleaning asmr for this lol.

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“You should be ashamed of yourself.” You tease, kneeling beside your brother and taking the brush from his hands. “A fucking grown ass man who can’t srub for his life.”

  “I know how to scrub.” He protests. “You just a hater.” 

  “You’ve been in the same spot for ten minutes now, man.”

  “No harm in being thorough. My rugs will be cleaner anyway.”

  “You have to finish one for that, you know.”

  “Shut up.” He mutters, but you can see the corner of his lips curving up slightly. “You so mean.”

  “And you’re such a fool sometimes.”

  “Pretty much all the time, I’d say.”

  It’s not uncommon for you to think about Yoongi’s voice. Sometimes, missing him takes your mind to a weird guessing game of what he’d say or do in a situation. So, now, when his unmistakable deep tone sounds from behind you, you almost dismiss it, assuming you’ve reached yet another level of longing.

  Your brother does turn though. 

  “Really, man?” He rolls his eyes. “You siding with her?”

  You blink, twisting your body and meeting a very real Yoongi leaning against the door to the kitchen as he regards your brother with a sly smirk.

  It takes no longer than a second of seeing him for a smile to blossom on your face. He looks so fucking good — as he always does — and your expression drops just a slightly when you fight the urge to close the space between you and greet him with a kiss.

  “Need no context for that.”

  “You came here to annoy me with her?”

  “No. I came ‘cus you invited me.”

  “Oh,” your brother frowns, before realization washes over him. “Oh! Shit, man. Forgot about that, I’m sorry.”

  “No worries.” He steps into the backyard, rolling his sleeves up. “What y’all doing?”

  “Cleaning the rugs.”

  “Well, I’m cleaning the rugs. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing.” You tease, earning a chuckle from Yoongi.

  “I’m trying.” You laugh when your brother pouts. 

  “Knowing you, that just means your sister might appreciate some help.” You nibble at your bottom lip, a large smile threatening to betray your definitely misplaced excitement as Yoongi approaches you two.

  “This is not fair.”

  “I’m just sayin’ that maybe there’s a reason why I never invite you over anymore. You just messy, dude.”

  Your brother gasps.

  “Fuck y’all.” He shakes his arms frantically to clean some of the soap from his hands before standing up. “I’ll bring my bedroom’s rug and I’ll show y’all what real cleaning is like.”

  He disappears into the house, determination fueling his quick steps.

  Yoongi waits a couple of seconds before he kneels beside you. His hands tilt your chin in his direction and he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle — barely there. Just a soft reminder of devotion and a brush of warmth before he’s pulling away.

  You feel your mind spiraling, and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around his neck and make up for all the lost time. But your brother’s heavy steps stop you, and Yoongi distances himself right in time for him to burst back on the backyard. 

  “What about we make this interesting, then?” You suggest when he extends his rug on the floor and drops down.

  “How?”

  “The one who finishes last buys dinner.”

  “And who finishes first?”

  “Chooser dinner.” Yoongi shrugs.

  “Oh, you’re in too?”

  “Fuck yeah, I wanna beat your brother’s cheap ass, make him treat me something real nice.”

  “Cheap? Sorry who got you those dunks you’re using, again?”

  “You think I don’t know you split with her?”

  “Ohh,” your brother narrows his eyes, “it’s on, bitches.”

  And it feels nice. As Yoongi gets a rug of his own and starts cleaning with you and your brother — trying to make the most of the sunlight before it gets dark — you feel like you could get used to this. To his ease teasing, to your brother’s relaxed laughter and the way it just feels right to be with them like this. And you can only hope your brother feels the same. 

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note ↠ i know it's pretty simple ok, but i really just wanted to participate! i hope you like and feel like i made them a bit of justice 😭

[threetangerines]

My submission for Readers Create game!

Title: Golden Hour

Prompts: Sunlight and Summer

Summary: A stolen afternoon.

Warnings: Explicit smut, kissing, cuddling, handjobs, orgasms, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fluff, sleepy Yoongi, ethereal Yoongi, reader in her feels, internal dialogue, teeny tiny angst, honestly I can't decide if this is fluffy smut or smutty fluff 😅

Word count: 641

Note: *Nervous huff* I feel so lucky to be able to contribute in some tiny humble way to the body of work that is this legendary story. I tried to lean way into the prompts and do something in my own way that hopefully, while under a different lens (?) still translated these lovely characters as our beloved author-nim intended them. I'm so scared to submit, but also so excited to have been given this gem of an opportunity. Thank you so much, Ryen, for opening this up - I had a blast!! 💖

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You were bent over on the bed, the hoodie you were wearing - his - was pooling around the top half of your torso, it's warmth contrasting deliciously with the cool air hitting the rest of your otherwise naked body. You let out a shuddering sigh, digging your fingers into fleece lining that was not nearly as soft as the tongue sliding languidly up and down your labia. It was almost too warm for second layers, but his window was open and a breeze was wafting through the room. You could hear the chirp of the birds and the tinkle of a windchime as his lips found your clit and suckled. 

"Yoongi…" Your voice was softer than usual, even as you whined his name.

Everything was softer.

He was softer.

He hummed in response against your sex, devouring you with a leisure befitting a stolen afternoon.

    You had just come over to return something he had left at yours. When he had answered the door with mop of lovely mussed hair and a white tee and sweatpants, it had been immediately apparent that you had awakened him from a nap. When you had apologized and begged off he had grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, his lips skimming your temple. You had protested weakly, insisting that your brother would be home from work in a couple of hours and that it was your dinner night and other nonsense you secretly hoped he would ignore. He had said nothing, but had tugged you along and down into bed with him, pulling you against him greedily and nuzzling into your neck with a smug, if sleepy, grin, as if he know all along that you never meant to leave. The moment your bodies had fitted together in that way they always did, any thought of departure, or cooking obligations, or complicated consequences left your mind entirely. Yoongi, his warmth, his comfort, the butterflies in your stomach and the peace in your heart were all you could fathom. You had drifted off, then awoke to little kisses across your cheek. His hair was curling around his face, longer than usual recently (you knew it wouldn't last, he always changed his hair), and the light from the window behind him and spilling into the room around him made him look angelic. Demon that he usually was, his dark eyes so often full of hunger as he leaned over you, this visage of him took your breathe away. Unfair. "Hustler?" he had murmured in question to your staring, his voice gravely from sleep. You didn't answer, not with words - there was a golden spell hanging in the air, one you thought might shatter if you spoke above a whisper, so, you kissed him. You him kissed unhurriedly, in all the sorts of ways you had ever wanted to, just feeling his mouth move against your own. At some point you had pulled his pretty cock out of his pants started stroking it until he had cum, shaking and cursing softly, against your shirt. 

    That's how you had ended up in his hoodie, bent over, with his tongue inside you. You were so hazy with the decadent lust of the moment that you could barely hear his mummers against your sopping flesh. He was calling you 'doll'. He was cursing sweetly. He was lewdly and perfectly praising you. With a soft cry you came against his mouth, your orgasm dragging out sweet and long like a spool of honey as his lips continued to purr filth against your sex.

    An hour later you were on his doorstep. He was leaning against the frame and looking down at you. Warm eyes, small smile. No rain. Not this time. This time the sky was gold.

They say that nothing gold can stay, but maybe, just maybe…

-Fin-

[kithtaehyung]

🍊 3tan milestones games : readers create!  

🎶 what is this? we hit some pretty dope milestones recently for the series, and i haven’t hosted anything for it in a hot minute so ta-da! for now, everyone can create, so i’m letting y’all borrow the 3tan cast for drabbles or moodboards if you want to participate :D submit, hype each other up, and have fun!

🍊 guidelines: 100-1000 word count drabbles or moodboards, send as either a submission or ask to @threetangerines (or tag me and note as 3tan au if you post on your own blog!) | you can combine the prompts | mark any warnings/nsfw content | no content that damages/harms these characters, please (no hardcore themes and please watch what you have them say/do. ask me if you aren’t sure!)

🍊 submission dates: april 14th, 2023 — april 21st, 2023 | first come, first posted/reblogged (if approved)🗯️

💕 who can submit?: anyone 18+, minors dni (you shouldn’t be anyways since this series is 18+) ; if you want to stay anon, send as an ask since submissions will show url! 

💭 prompts: tangerines | kitchen | basketball | music | water | summer | guitar | food/drink | playground | fireworks | friends | siblings | sundress | studio | stay | house party | sleep | moonlight | sunlight | phone | three | bedroom | door | doll 

📄 setup for the submissions: 

⇥ title, if you wish! ⇥ prompt(s) ⇥ word count (drabble) / aesthetics (moodboard) ⇥ any warnings

💕 note: reader has no physical attributes stated so keep yours as inclusive as possible, please. 

🧡 note: the only other thing i ask is for there to not be any drabbles that try to predict what’s coming up in the main storyline. other than that, have fun and go wild!🍊

[threetangerines]

She was tired of him always beating her at this game. But this time, she was determined to win. Even if that meant fighting dirty.

He’d been teasing her all week via text knowing that they wouldn’t be able to meet in person until the weekend. Not that they’d be alone, it was of course a gathering with all their friends to celebrate the weather finally being warm.

And warm weather meant one thing.

Sundress season. And given his previous reaction, this was the perfect form of revenge.

The dress was carefully chosen, white with watercolor tangerines printed on it, a perfect fit and flare that just hit the knees with gladiator white sandals to match.

Spinning in front of the floor length mirror she carefully inspected all angles, more than satisfied with her appearance. A clean layer of blood red gloss tinted her lips.

She quickly snapped a quick mirror selfie and sent it to her intended target.

Cute

She bit her lip with a frown mildly disappointed at his mild reaction.

Should I wear more clothes then?

The reply popped up milliseconds after her message.

No.

She chuckled and quickly took her pièce de résistance, her smirk not visible in the picture but she hope the image conveyed her less than pure intentions.

Okay maybe I should wear less then?

Accompanied by a picture again taken in the mirror but closer only showing her backside with one side of the dresses skirt pulled to her hip. Hand grasping the fabric but also making sure that he could see, that the sundress was the only layer of clothing she had on.

Baby, you’re going to get me hard in front of all of these people.

Oops, sorry babe. 🥺

Completely sincere apology I’m sure. Anything else you’re missing?

Guess you’ll just have to find out. 😇

And with that she left for the party, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Though she wasn’t the only one smirking when the dress met floor of Yoongi’s bedroom later that night.

🌷 just a lil something, because hopefully the weather is finally warming up and I’m ready for sundress season. It’s unedited so hopefully it’s not too awful. Have a lovely weekend Ryen & all! 💕

[threetangerines]

title: mornings

prompts: sunlight and sleep

summary: in which a morning spent with yoongi changes your perspective on mornings.

warnings: major major fluff🥺, a little ass grabbing, sexual undertones if you squint

word count: 783 words

note: this is my first time writing something like this, so i’m sorry if it’s awful:(( I TRIED MY BEST!! 3tan yoongi and oc have my heart entirely and i love fluffy moments between them. i also couldn’t sleep last night, so i wrote this at like 4am when i found myself thinking of them </3

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Relief. That's how it felt to see Yoongi. 

Whether you had a long day at work, low energy from interacting with people, or just drained from life, Yoongi simply brought relief to your life. It's also relieving to see him sleeping next to you the next morning and glowing in the soft sunlight, because it means he’s still here. Here with you, next to you, and with you. Almost like he still wants you and still wants to be with you. 

In an attempt to not wake the sleeping beauty next to you, you slowly turn to your side to face him. As you lay there and admire him, the only word that comes into mind is ‘unfair.’ How can someone be so… pretty? How can someone look so attractive while they’re asleep? It's truly unfair. You’ll have to get him back for this someday.

Bringing a hand up to his cheek, you gently caress the soft skin as if you were touching porcelain. He truly is a work of art, and art should be treated with care and gentleness. You can’t help but smile to yourself because this moment is real. He's here with you, and he’s yours. After moving a small strand of hair away from his eyes, you slowly retract your hand away. 

“Why’d you stop?” Yoongi slowly opens his eyes while gently guiding your hand back to his cheek. Funny how he still manages to take your breath away after all this time. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You murmur while avoiding his eyes to hide your embarrassment. 

You let out a yelp when you suddenly feel Yoongi's hand on your waist pull you closer to him, causing your hands fly out towards his chest to balance yourself. The very same hand moves down to the back of your knee and lifts it so that your leg is resting on top of his hip. Yoongi lets out a snicker at your flustered expression, “Cute.”

“Nuh uh.” You softly hit his chest. “You’re so unfair.” 

“What are you gonna do about it, doll?” He smirks. The same perpetrator of a hand moves down to grip your ass and pushes your pelvis towards his. 

Your jaw is absolutely unhinged at this point. How does he have the energy to tease you at the ass crack of dawn? Luckily, you’re not one to go down without a fight. Your hands push against his shoulders causing him to lay on his back while you move to straddle him. “Don’t push me, doll.” You playfully frown. 

Yoongi smirks in amusement. ‘Cute’ he thinks to himself.

After a moment of silence, he gently grabs your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours. His thumb mindlessly caresses yours as he thinks to himself how well your hands fit in his. He looks back up at you in admiration and stares at you in awe for what feels like eternity, almost like he’s trying to memorize all of your features. Wordless confessions spoken through each other’s eyes and this moment feels right. You feel as though a flower field is blooming inside you.

“Kiss me.”

Granting his wish, you lean down to connect your lips with his in a gentle kiss. He moves one of his hands to carress your cheek while the other is still holding onto yours and his thumb still caressing yours. 

“I could wake up like this forever.” He breathlessly says against your lips.

“Me too.” You smile while gently laying a kiss on his forehead. 

You lay down on top of him and rest your head against his chest. He rests his arm across your back, while you draw small patterns on his chest with your fingers. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, you both find yourselves dozing back to dreamland. Yoongi places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before slightly tightening his hold on you. Peeking up at him, you find his eyes closed and smile to yourself before resting your head against his chest again. You think that his heart is beating a bit fast, but maybe you’re just imagining it. Closing your eyes, you begin to doze off too. 

Maybe mornings weren’t so bad afterall. Maybe mornings didn’t have to be so tiring and dreadful. Maybe mornings had the ability to be peaceful and joyful. To think that mornings could be something that you look forward to because of one person. If this was how all of your mornings were, you’re sure nothing could ruin your day. 

Mornings with Yoongi are gentle. Mornings with Yoongi made your heart flutter. Every morning spent together are what you both yearn for. Mornings together are a relief.

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[kithtaehyung]

ryen i loved the prompts idea!! maybe atp we should all have a server lol 3tanfam

omg i’m glad you like the prompts idea! but also..

A SERVER???? like a discord server?!

[kithtaehyung]

A Ryen livestream to celebrate 😂🥳 - 🏀

OH?? I mean😗😗 this could be fun if we do it through stationhead since i can just talk with chat, and we can play music! bc with twitch we’d get dmca’d so quick lol and i’d like to have some music going😂 like a casual hang would be great