#bts-ficrecs

[4joonkookie]

Like No One’s Watching

✧.*Joon fucks you at the park

✧.*Joon fucks you at the library (fan fav)

✧.*Joon fucks you at the museum

✧.*Joon fucks you at his apartment

✧.*Joon fucks you in his studio, on camera (new)

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, exhibitionism, public sex, outdoor sex, pwp, oops_ sometimes plot, rough sex, edging, clothed sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, feelings, dating, secrets, multiple orgasms, canon compliant, bonding over art, serial fics.

[4joonkookie2]

Live!

Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Jungkook interrupts Namjoon's livestream to take advantage of their free-use arrangement :)

Tags/Notes: smut, free-use, butt plugs, teasing, anal sex, oral sex, blowjobs, swallowing, slut, vlive, weverse, public sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, kissing, JK is irresistible, Top!NJ, Bottom!JK, established relationship, Joon is down BAD, JK's ass prevails, better to overuse names than be unclear.

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After a long day of work, Namjoon sits down in his studio and starts a Vlive. It’s the last thing he’ll have to do today before he can go home. 

The stream gets going, comments invading and scrolling down the screen. Namjoon scans through as best he can as they zoom downward.   

He greets his fans and sorts through questions about his hair, his projects, and the other members. 

Your hair is getting so long!

Yoongi Marry me!

When is your album coming out???

Namjoon is startled by a knock at the door, not expecting anybody. Visits from other members are typically planned and Namjoon thought he was alone today. 

“Please, wait for me,” he says. In caution, he aims the camera at the ceiling. 

He opens the door to Jungkook, who stands in the doorway, effortlessly beautiful in his baggy shirt and sweatpants. 

“Hi,” he says. Just the sound of his voice has Namjoon's pulse racing. 

He pulls Jungkook inside, shutting the door behind them. He presses him to the door and greets him with a kiss on the lips.

Hunger takes over Namjoon. He presses his body against Jungkook’s, exploring his mouth with his tongue, and running hands down the length of his back and over his ass. Jungkook whimpers in his grasp.

He has to step back and gain his composure, almost forgetting where he is and what he’s doing. Every encounter with Jungkook is like falling into a deep hole that he can’t crawl out of. It’s intense and all-encompassing in the best way.

When he's alone, he can be normal. He can think. But the moment Jungkook comes around, it's like his brain turns to mush. It makes the nature of their free-use arrangement thrilling, but it also makes Namjoon susceptible to Jungkook’s whims at the worst moments. 

“I’m live right now,” Namjoon says in his most hushed voice, reminding himself too. 

“Oh?” Jungkook looks only half surprised. 

In more caution, Namjoon runs to the computer and mutes the microphone. 

“Maybe give me 20 minutes? I’ll finish early.” He gets his lips on Jungkook again. He holds his face in his hands, feeling himself drowning. 

“No,” Jungkook hums, shaking his head sweetly, voice going up at the end. He wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck. 

Namjoon titters nervously. He understands their arrangement, but he’s literally live streaming.

“That’s the agreement, Hyung. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere,” Jungkook quips. “I’ll be quiet,” he says. “Unless you want to use the safe word.” 

Namjoon gulps and shakes his head. He couldn’t possibly resist Jungkook. 

“Will you join me?” Namjoon asks, in a last-ditch effort. “ARMY would love to see you.”

Jungkook slyly shakes his head. 

Namjoon has a sneaking suspicion that Jungkook has planned this. He makes his way back to his chair to sit, hesitant. He angles the screen away so as not to expose Jungkook.

Jungkook arranges himself on the couch, out of view and behind the camera. 

He removes his shirt, tossing it to the side. “Go on, Hyung. They’re waiting.”

Namjoon nods, taking a deep breath. Has to get back on or management will be breathing down his neck.

He says a silent prayer before pointing the camera to himself again. He reconnects the audio and continues. Comments have flooded the session. 

Where are you????

What happened????

Namjoooooooooooon!!

“Sorry, I had some technical difficulties,” he explains, easing the virtual crowd. “It was just a staff member.”

From the corner of his eye, Jungkook rubs hands over his bare chest and nipples, caressing down the washboard of his stomach. 

It's everything Namjoon can do to keep at least one eye on the screen. 

Jungkook’s cock grows in his sweats. He licks his fingers and keeps one hand tweaking his nipple, gasping a little. He rubs over his crotch and gets ahold of his cock, sheathed by fabric. He looks down at it, then at Namjoon. 

Jungkook’s face is a bit flushed now, lips parted as he rubs over himself. Namjoon's mouth waters .

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Namjoon. Removing his sweatpants, he reveals a lack of underwear. He drags his fingertips between his thighs, tickling himself before stroking at his hardened shaft and swiping pre at the tip. 

Namjoon squirms in his seat. Time isn’t moving fast enough. He has to be live for at least a half hour and there are still 15 minutes left.  

He does his best to focus, putting both eyes on the screen. He reads comments and answers questions as Jungkook lies stark naked on the couch. It’s their little secret. 

Dissatisfied with the attention he’s receiving, Jungkook stands and approaches Namjoon, still out of view of the camera. 

Namjoon looks up at him, trying to do two things at once. 

'Back up,’ Jungkook mouths. Namjoon scoots his rolling chair back, doing his best to appear casual. He panics when Jungkook gets to his knees just under the camera. 

“What are you doing?” Namjoon whispers, aiming the screen at the ceiling and muting the audio. 

“Relax,” Jungkook soothes. “Just a little longer,” he says, settling between Namjoon’s legs. 

Who’s with you???

What are you looking at?

Show us!

They’ve made use of this arrangement endless times, but it was always at least behind a closed door. How could they do it like this in front of fans? What if management catches wind of this? It’s terrifying and thrilling, all at once.  

But he can’t bring himself to stop Jungkook. He’s irresistible . 

Settled between his knees, Jungkook gently caresses Namjoon’s thighs at first. Resetting the equipment, Namjoon focuses his attention on the viewers again.  

Jungkook signals for him to lift his ass slightly so he can lower his sweatpants. Namjoon riffs, seemingly shifting from the waist up. 

He maintains composure and reads comments, thinking less about Jungkook and feeling comfortable just having him below.  

"Yes, the track list will come out soon."

"I worked on it for a long time, I hope you enjoy it."

Jungkook massages Namjoon’s cock and places little kisses through his briefs. He rubs his face and mouth against the clothed shaft. Jungkook’s warm breath and the friction of the fabric create a unique sensation. 

It’s soothing, in a way, and puts Namjoon in a more relaxed headspace. He muses with fans over his last trip to the art gallery and his Instagram photos.

What’s your favorite gallery?

Yoongi Marry me!

His stomach drops when Jungkook pulls his shaft from the slit in his shorts. He places gentle little kitten licks at the top, so soft they almost tickle. Namjoon’s face and body heat up, cock fully erect. He does his best to carry on. 

He tangles encouraging hands in Jungkook’s hair and nearly chokes when he feels his warm mouth wrap around him. Jungkook is merciless, even letting out a little moan as he takes him in. Namjoon clears his throat over the noise. 

What was that?

You look flushed, Joonie.

Who’s with you??

Are you feeling well?

Namjoon stops him, placing his hand on Jungkook’s. It’s a signal to slow him down and Jungkook does, creating a new rhythm. 

“I’m ok, just very tired. I’ll rest soon.”

Namjoon relaxes, answering easy comment questions while Jungkook softly sucks below. He pretends to look down at his phone so he can see Jungkook. He looks proud and beautiful, like his lips were meant to be wrapped around Namjoon's cock. 

Namjoon looks at the clock: 4 minutes to go. 

Jungkook eventually stops sucking. He just sits prettily with Namjoon’s cock in his mouth, occasionally shifting and swallowing pooled spit, keeping his cock warm. He patiently traces sweet circles on Namjoon's skin with his fingertips, resting his cheek on his thigh. 

Jungkook looks up, batting his eyelashes and smiling around Namjoon’s shaft.

“Well, I'll need to end this soon. I have more work to do,” Namjoon says, cutting the stream a few minutes short. 

He quickly blows kisses and waves to fans before ripping the audio cable from the computer. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, tell me you didn’t know I was live,” he whines, pushing his chair out. 

“Of course I did,” Jungkook smiles, wiping his mouth. He pulls Namjoon’s sweats around his ankles and reaches a hand up to get help off the ground. 

They share a sweet kiss before Namjoon tangles a hand in Jungkook's dark locks and yanks it back, causing him to yelp.

“You knew what you were doing by coming here,” he growls, shoving his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth to taste him. “Such a fucking slut.” 

Jungkook whines, nodding in his grasp. 

Namjoon laughs. This isn’t a thing. He said it in the heat of the moment but didn't expect Jungkook to agree . 

“Yeah? Are you a fucking slut?” The words encourage him. 

Jungkook unlatches Namjoon’s hand. “Your slut,” he whispers, taking a step back. He gets to his knees on the couch, facing away. He grabs the edge and bends over, arching his back as best he can to expose a plug, lubed and stuffed between his cheeks. 

Namjoon groans. “Fuck, Jungkook,” he says, groping at his cock. It’s leaking and angry red at the tip now. 

“Wanted to be ready for you, Hyung,” Jungkook coos, playing with the base and gasping as he pushes it in and out of himself. “Do you like it?” 

Namjoon walks over to him, hypnotized by the sight. Jungkook’s pretty pink hole clenches around a slippery plug and the idea that it’s been inside him this whole time sets a fire off in Namjoon. 

He nods, leaning down to kiss and lick around the plug. He turns it and watches Jungkook squirm. “I like it.”

He yanks the plug out and lets it thump to the ground, watching Jungkook’s hole wink and clench around nothing. 

“My slut,” He hums before replacing the plug with four fingers, stretching him even further. Jungkook yelps, trying to adjust. Namjoon gently tilts Jungkook’s head back from behind for a languid kiss. 

 “Get on your back,” he instructs, removing his own shirt. 

Jungkook lies on his back, body splayed across the cushions. He brings his knees up higher, wrapping hands around the outside of his thighs to pry himself open. Namjoon stands and watches him for a moment, stroking himself at the sight. He’s perfect, open, and waiting for him. 

Jungkook whines at Namjoon’s hesitation. 

“Oh, you’re a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Namjoon taunts, and Jungkook nods feverishly again. 

Namjoon teases, leaning down to drag teeth over Jungkook's neck. He grinds their cocks together, desperate for any friction. He prods the tip at the opening and barely slips inside. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook whines. 

“Say please ,” Namjoon instructs. 

Jungkook drags Namjoon’s bottom lip between his teeth. He looks right into his eyes, bucking his hips up. 

“ Please , fuck me,” he begs. 

Namjoon pulls Jungkook's bottom closer to him, lines up, and plows his thick cock inside. Jungkook groans when he slams into the hilt.

He grips Jungkook’s delicate waist, pushing himself in until his balls knock against Jungkook’s flesh. He grinds his hips, stretching him thoroughly. Draping Jungkook’s ankles over his shoulders, he pounds, gaining speed. 

Jungkook has his arms up and over his head, palms wrapped around the arm of the couch as Namjoon fucks him into it. The couch bangs against the wall and shifts on the ground as his hips piston into Jungkook.

He pounds into the deepest part of him, making up for the nearly thirty minutes Jungkook taunted and teased him. He was egged on by how perfect he looked beneath the chair and the way his doe eyes looked up at him with a mouth full of his cock. 

“Joonie, ah, Hyung!” Cum oozes from Jungkook’s aching cock and Namjoon drills into that spot, willing more to spill. 

The sound of his name riles him further. He folds Jungkook in half, pressing his thighs flush with his tummy. He thrusts and buries himself as deep as he can go. 

“Where do you want me to come?” Namjoon asks, feeling himself get close. 

“Inside, please, Joonie, fill me up,” he pants. “Need your cum.”

Namjoon loops his arms around Jungkook’s thighs, pulling him even closer to use his body. 

He grunts and groans as a powerful orgasm bursts from him. He fills Jungkook to the brim as fingernails dig into his back. 

He slowly pulls out, admiring Jungkook’s messy hole, blown out and sensitive. Namjoon leans down to kiss him again and gets hold of his cock. He uses his hands and mouth to finish Jungkook.

Namjoon swallows him down, loving the taste of him on his tongue.

Focusing on the tip, he flicks his tongue over the top and strokes the shaft. Jungkook’s whines get higher and louder, hips bucking up. Namjoon increases his pace and holds his tongue out. Beautiful sounds emerge from Jungkook as he shoots into Namjoon’s open mouth, swallowing every drop. 

Namjoon collapses on Jungkook’s chest, and they lay, used, and spent. Namjoon makes a trail of kisses down the line of Jungkook’s neck. They kiss and cuddle, happy in their post-coital bliss. 

Namjoon’s hand rustles at the ground and he replaces the plug, reveling in the idea of his come lingering inside Jungkook.

Jungkook glances just past Namjoon and lets out a slight gasp. “Hyung,” he whispers.

Namjoon turns to where Jungkook is looking and sees the reflection of themselves in the camera. The stream is still live.  

Viewers have skyrocketed and comments move twice as fast down the screen. 

can’t hear you, but we can see you!

Jungkook’s so good!

Yoongi, marry me

what that mouth do, Joonie?????

Wow! thighs…

You guys are all red! So Cute!

[jenyluv]

ficrecs (nct, bts, skz)

✰ favorites

hello! trust me, i've read a lot on here. and it isn't exactly easy to find works worth your time. so I gathered fics that i firmly request you give a shot. i must remark that i am very particular with what I read, and am a bit too confident you will throughly enjoy most of these! this post is also kind of works as an archive for me, so i might just add more to it as time goes on.

most of these include mature content so please be aware of the details/warnings before reading!

all credits go to the respective authors.

NCT

stopped smoking, but I'm not used to it - lee taeyong ✰ @naptaemed

use me - lee taeyong @yutaholic

domaine de la romanée - jung jaehyun ✰ @heartau

(tell me) what's your motive? - jung jaehyun @naptaeming

sleep well, princess - jung jaehyun @anashins

team captain - jung jaehhyun @smileysuh

daddy issues - johnny suh ✰ @yutaholic

call me by your name - nakamoto yuta @yutaholic

monetary value - mark lee @starryhyuck

all that glitters - mark lee ✰ @gohyuck

in these walls - mark lee ✰ @gohyuck

jealousy - mark lee @yutaholic

follow through - mark lee @ncteez

pussy blocked - lee jeno @luvdsc

two photos, two kisses - lee jeno @slightlymore

the talk box - na jaemin @newdecades

smultronstalle - na jaemin ✰ @gohyuck

BTS

lavender honey - kim namjoon ✰ @oftenderweapons

last christmas - kim namjoon @jjungkookislife

i'll float away - min yoongi @ppersonna

bad habits - min yoongi @sugakookitty

little do you know - min yoongi ✰ @yoonia

holding you like this - kim taehyung ✰ @jimilter

ruined - kim taehyung @taegularities

rubies and roses - kim taehyung ✰ @min-youngis

this is how you fall in love - jeon jungkook @jeonqkooks

crazy over you - jeon jungkook @spideyjimin

live through this - jeon jungkook ✰ @starshapedkookie

forever heart - jeon jungkook ✰ @sparklingchim

lemon sherbet - jeon jungkook @extravaguk

the philosophy of good luck - jeon jungkook @kidguk

inkling - jeon jungkook @gguksgalaxy

concentrate king - jeon jungkook @bratkook

gold rush - jeon jungkook @delacyrose224

slow§steady - jeon jungkook @yoonia

risqué - jeon jungkook ✰ @mercurygguk

idealizations concerning real life relations - jeon jungkook ✰ @venusiangguk

the boy with galaxies in this eyes - jeon jungkook ✰ @oddinary4bts

love to hate - jeon jungkook ✰ @kpopfanfictrash

SKZ

quarter past midnight - bang chan @huenjin

domestic disturbance - bang chan ✰ @huenjin

non ducor duco - bang chan ✰ @chanluster

10/10 - bang chan ✰ @chanluster

business proposals - lee minho @chanluster

[swga-ficrecs]

i finally gave in and decided to make my own fic rec lists. from time to time, i always read these fics because they’re just so good but i have a hard time digging them up from my blog. hopefully this makes it easier for me and that you guys find it helpful too!

swga fic recs

alien

alternate universe

arranged marriage (yoongi)

(best) friends to lovers

ceo (or any c-level position)

divorce / falling out

emotional trauma

exes to lovers

fake dating

fantasy

family life

hybrid / shifter

long fics

married life

medical drama

organized crime (e.g. mafia, drug lord, etc.)

single parent

unrequited love

unplanned pregnancy

werewolf

[lilprincegoo]

talk nerdy to me by notyoongs

yoongi/jungkook

Alternate Universe - College/University, Nerd Min Yoongi, Jock Jeon Jungkook, Hockey Player Jeon Jungkook, Falling In Love, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Mild enemies to lovers, they just get off on the wrong foot, Misunderstandings, Friends to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries

24.4k words

rating: M

“you might not get how much i like studying, but i don’t understand how you can like working out so much. why would you want to sweat that much when you could just… not?” “working out gives you endorphins,” says jeongguk. “besides, it’s not just about working out. the end result is that i’m better at hockey. if you put in good studying, you’ll perform well on the exam. and if i put in good workout and practice time, i’ll perform well in a game. i guess it’s not that different when you think about it.” yoongi snorts. “so studying is just working out for your brain?” (or: yoongi is a nerd. jeongguk is a jock. they meet in the middle.)

[britishhusbands]

Can you recommend more of the taekook pairing on AO3. I’m a 2023 ARMY and I’m loving the otp so far.

omg of course, taekook are my faves too. i love their dynamic so much. here are some of my favorite fics

my seasons were always you by youremine

supercut (of us) by @missandrogyny

fade into you by fallingwater703

we are stars painted by your left hand by jhopeg

how to disappear completely by zerorequiem

inure by volataeile

bullet with butterfly wings by locks

king and lionheart by julia_with_luv

[aboutnavi]

I can prove my loyalty to anyone just by pointing out I've been reading a fanfic since 2019 (it started being published in 2017!); it's 300k long, unfinished and we get one update per year, maximum (sometimes two). It's saltation by momora on ao3 and momora, if you're reading this, I absolutely love you and your writing and do not feel pressured at all to publish anything because I can be seventy five years old and I will still be reading Saltation. KISSES AND HUGS AND LOVE<3

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Friday everyone! What a couple of weeks huh? We're so back etc. I've still not recovered from the blooper and bts blessings. But I'm back again with another round of the fic I've been reading so far this month! You can find previous rec lists here.

9 August 2024

i'm here with the door wide open by @eddiebabygirldiaz oh my god the YEARNING in this fic. I actually wailed when I got to the end. Eddie POV, he's struggling with the silence with Chris gone, and the absence of the life and noise that he's so used to in his home. Through it all, Buck is there, sweet, supportive, vibrant and loud in his presence. Eddie tentatively comes to listen to what's not being said out loud. I absolutely adored the delicate hand held out to all the relationships here, and the beautiful imagery in the writing. But mostly the intimacy which struck me so deeply. Love is indeed stored in the kitchen. Just gorgeous.

in love with every song you've ever heard by @timeshareindestin I'm so glad I saw the beautiful art of hard of hearing Buck and his firetruck red hearing aids, because it led me to read this wonderful fic, in which he grapples with the disability he suppressed as a child, and realises that the family he craves has been there for him all along. This is an emotional read, and I particularly loved the flashbacks to his childhood and Maddie's support, as well as the realisation that he can be brave and vouch for himself with people fighting his corner.

Operation: Keep Eddie Diaz Busy and Annoyed by @gigi-gigi 'the one where Buck forces Eddie to keep busy while Chris is gone, but ends up catching a bad case of The Feelings in the middle of Eddie learning to love pickling things to irritate Chim and charming old ladies through square dancing.' THE FLIRTING. Dear god the flirting. Just delightful.

where the tumbleweeds blow by @tallahasseemp3 a buddie road trip fic! In which Eddie goes home to Texas. Buck follows. Along the way, they find each other. The perfect thing to read after the deleted Christopher and Eddie scene, with them learning to find their feet with each other whilst Eddie also learns to trust himself with Buck, and establish boundaries and a new understanding with his own parents. Such great family dynamic examination.

free mustache rides by @standback ALL HAIL MOUSTACHEDDIE SMUT!! 'Eddie comes back after two weeks in Texas with a) Christopher, b) a tan, and c) a mustache.' In which Eddie is flirtatious and a bit smug about the effect he's having, whilst Buck is entirely mesmerised, and needs to sit on his face about it. Funny and hot.

Safe for Work by @911-alsaurus continuing with the funny and hot theme, Al's specialty, in which touch starved Buck looks for some way to alleviate his cravings, and 'Eddie offers to be Buck's official head scratcher, shoulder massager, and general tactile needs provider. It's a really normal thing for friends to do. Surely.' Featuring an excellent Chim cameo.

Paint Me in Neon and Make Me Glow by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels HELLO exhibitionist streak Buck 5+1 hot as hell buck tommy fic. Truly Lincoln writes their dynamic in such a fun way, I love how tongue in cheek teasing Tommy is and how playful and intrigued Buck is here, whilst being extremely turned on. Kink exploration that ups the ante with each new tentative discovery. There's no room to be shy!

Every Day You’ll Still Show Up by @bluflamingo was a really nicely characterised buck tommy fic, an emotional oneshot in which they're early days boyfriends set close to S7 canon, learning to comfort each other when Buck returns after a bad call. There was a gentleness to this that I could genuinely see slotting into the show, and I really liked that it was a regular call out that went wrong rather than a massive catastrophe.

PS - once again sending out the signal to ask if you have any henren authors/fic recs I should check out PLEASE let me know! Have you SEEN S8 Hen's arms in those tank tops? Dear lord. Help a lesbian out?

[cultofdionysusnet]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 3: Roommates To Lovers

ATEEZ

Take It by @spacequokka (M)

deal by @hongism (M)

and they were roommates! by @itsbeeble (M)

ROOMMATE by @essenteez (M)

ROOMMATE PACT // PT2 by @sanjoongie (M)

Don't You Want Me? By @yeonjuns-beanie (M)

stressed by @dees-writing-corner

duck curtains by @ichorai

candlelit by @ichorai

florentis by @ichorai

Stray Kidz

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Tomorrow X Together

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Others

[02:00] (Vernon of SVT) By @kwanisms (M)

What if I Kissed You? (Baekhyun of EXO) by @kwanisms

PERFECT (Jin of BTS) by @btssmutgalore (M)

[agustdakasuga]

Permanent Tag check!

It has been a while since I have posted anything, I just wanted to check the interest in the permanent taglist! However, please do remember that by asking to be tagged, I really hope you interact with the chapter/ story post in some way like comments, reblogs, etc.

These are the users I had from the previous permanent tag list update. If you would like to stay on the tag list, please let me know. You can comment on this post, send me a message. If not, I will remove your user name. 

Also, if your name is here but you did not see the tag, let me know that you still want to be here. I understand some account names have changed or deactivated, leading to me being unable to tag. Those that cannot be tagged will be removed unless stated that they want to still be included.

Tag list 1

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Tag list 3

@nichmeddar @rinkud @babycoffeefire @suzanneyourpain @afternoonteabiscuit @vaebeau @youngforever @juzt @meow-min @tannieenthusiast @agustdecafan @hopeoncrack @bruwinstrash @x-bluee @aggelianaela @anaspectoflife @redfilterjimin @swga-ficrecs @97gang @daddyjoonie​ @softieyn @lilacdreams-00 @queentiti72 @cb97nini94 @girl1nluv @aquariushoesss @bangtansleftnut @littlebrownngirl @tonyeparis21 @royalchickens @proserpina1621 @benedrylcumbersnatch @kytty27 @ekjk00 @peacedreamer14 @lovely247 @uniquelyabnormallyoriginal @bts-106 @belladaises

[4joonkookie]

Neighbors

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Words: 3K (A solid 50/50 of build-up vs. smut) Summary: You make a move on your noisy neighbor, but things really get going when there's a blackout. Notes: Chapter 9 of THIS. Catch yourself up or don't and just enjoy the smut.

Tags: see story for tags, SMUT, noisy neighbors, boy-next-door, college flashback, roommates, getting eaten RIGHT for the first time, JK's voice is so pretty, canon-ish JK behavior, beefy JK, oral sex, riding, protected sex, blackout, fire escape.

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You study peacefully when the voices start. The neighbors are having company over, amplifying their existing nuisance.

It starts with the dull hum of laughing, trash-talking, and playing video games. Soon, the dull hum will become a vibrating roar through the walls.

Ugh. I just want to study, you think, rolling your eyes. 

It's the umpteenth time since they’ve moved in. The building is full of students and parties can be found on any floor at any time, but don't students also study? 

You approach the wall and pound your fist on it in frustration. They repeat your rhythm on the other side like it’s a game, cackling through the cheap drywall. 

Assholes.

You grab your laptop and head to the library, resisting the urge to go over and curse them out.

Your roommate peeks her head out of her bedroom as you open the front door.

“Where are you going?” She asks. 

“The library,” you say. 

“I'm coming with you,” she says, grabbing her things. “They’re so fucking loud.”

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The worst part is, that’s just the living room. Today, the noise lingers through the walls of the shower.

As you rinse off, a singing voice carries through. You roll your eyes, trying to tune it out. Only… the more you listen to it, the nicer it is. You find yourself forgiving his contribution to the noise in the living room.

The voice moves to the bedroom, so you do, too. Music starts playing on the other side of the wall and the voice continues singing along. An encore.

 Then, the voice is gone, and it's just music. 

It’s fine until you sit down to study and the song never settles. It keeps changing ten seconds into every song. 

Who does this? Just pick a song and stick with it. 

The shuffle of songs and the lack of vocal trance are a distraction. Once again, you admit defeat and head to the library.

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Another Saturday night, another party. 

When the next doorbell rings with visitors, you climb out to the fire escape to sit on the steps and study. It’s too late to go to the library and you just want to be settled in for the night. 

You huff out, annoyed, but find that it’s nice. It’s not stuffy or cramped like the library. There’s fresh air and ambient noise. The hum of bros is faint enough through the adjoining window of that apartment to be less disturbing. 

You work for a few hours when the fire alarm goes off in the next apartment.

The window opens and smoke billows out along with the bitter smell of burning food. You get a whiff in your lungs and cough, standing from where you sat on the ladder steps. A man hangs outside, waving the smoke out. 

“Is there a fire?” You ask.

“No, sorry,” he says. You can hardly see him through the cloud of smoke. “Someone in here doesn't know how to use a damn microwave.

You back away and roll your eyes, cursing the inability to get a moment's peace. The smoke clears, and he steps outside. 

“What are you doing out here?”

You recognize his voice right away. That voice. It’s smooth and mellow and light and bright all at once. 

“It’s the only quiet place to study,” you snark. “You guys are so loud.”

“It’s Saturday,” he defends. 

“It’s not just today, it’s nearly every day since you guys moved in,” you say, hating the twinge of whine in your voice.  

“Why haven't you said anything?”

“Does the banging on the wall not count?”

He chuckles in realization and it’s infuriating. And really cute. “That's you,” he realizes out loud. 

He’s gorgeous. Muscular, with a few tats hiding beneath his t-shirt sleeve, making it that much harder to be annoyed with him.

“Yeah,” you say, embarrassed. “That’s me.”

He takes a step closer. “Are you also the one that turns on the blender at 6 am every day?”

You blush. “That's also me,” you say. “Noisy breakfast smoothie. You didn't say anything either,” you antagonize.

“It's an old building. The walls are paper thin. You have to live, right?” He softens. “Besides, I don’t mind. I’ve usually snoozed my alarm 4 or 5 times by then and it's the final push I need to get up.”

You laugh, feeling your guard fall. “You have a nice voice,” you say, looking down at your feet. “I hear you in the shower sometimes.”

He gets shy, looking down. “I didn't know you could hear that.”

“It’s pretty,” you say, feeling the hearts form in your eyes now that there’s a face attached to this voice. “But when you listen to music, what’s with the constant shuffle? I mean, do you ever listen to a song, start to finish?”

He laughs, getting embarrassed again. “I don't know. It's like I start listening and I like it and I feel the vibe and let it flow through me. Once I get a feel for it, I’m ready for the next one.”

You exchange names and you’re confident enough to stand, showing off the ratty t-shirt and fabric shorts that leave your ass cheeks peeking out from underneath. 

His eyes drift down, sensing your exposed skin in the air. It gives you a boost of confidence as your eyes take each other in. 

Can’t believe you’re out here with this stranger, drawn completely in. He takes a pen from behind your ear and gets a gentle grasp on your forearm, turning it slightly. He writes a phone number on your arm. 

“You can always text me if it’s too loud. You shouldn’t have to hide out on the fire escape just to study.” His doe eyes open wide beneath his lashes. “I’ll tell them to try to keep it down. But it’s Saturday, so no promises.” 

There’s no chance of getting any studying done, maybe ever again knowing that the likes of him are on the other side of that wall. You think of anything to keep him outside before he steps into his window.

“Hey.”

He turns back to look at you. 

“Want to keep me company? You look out at the city landscape and twinkling lights. "It’s nice out."

He thinks for a moment. Then he looks down, and the air gets awkward. “You know, I should really get inside,” he says. 

And your face burns with embarrassment and confusion. 

“See you later,” you say. You watch him re-enter his window and hope you never see him again.

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You spend more time over the next few weeks studying on the fire escape just because.

Occasionally, you catch JK coming and going for a long run. He doesn’t see you from the ground as you’re many flights up. 

Despite not wanting to see him again and the shame and embarrassment of misreading the whole interaction, it's just a matter of time before you hear him again. Singing in the shower, playing his music. Even when he’s loud with the others, you’re only able to tune into that voice.

Luckily, the window next door hasn’t opened again. 

You’re studying and the sun has long set when suddenly, it all goes dark, inside and out. It’s pitch black and you turn on your phone flashlight. 

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, wondering how long the power will be out. 

It’s then when the window opens and JK’s head peeks out, candle in hand. A layer of transparent colored wax sits at the top. It’s been burning for a while now. The lavender and vanilla scents waft into your nostrils. 

“Hey,” he says, stretching his neck to see if the entrance to your bedroom is pitch black, too. 

“It’s out for blocks,” you say, and your stomach tightens, feeling uneasy with him around.

He climbs out and approaches, standing next to you and looking out over the balcony. Goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Here again, huh? I told you to text me,” he says, appearing way more confident than the shy guy from your last encounter. 

“There wasn’t any noise, it's just kind of nice out here. And less crowded than the library. And I can wear my pajamas,” you add.

He lifts your textbook, holding the candle up and scouring the title. 

“Well, it makes sense why I’ve never seen you at school. We’re on the opposite ends of campus.”

He speaks like he wants you to ask more questions, eyes glued to you like a second opportunity. He’s so close and seems glad he stumbled upon you again. 

“Sometimes I'm out here and I see you go for a run and you don’t come back for hours.”

“I run to the gym, work out, and run back.”

“When do you find time to study?”

“I don’t. But, for what I want to do, being healthy will help.”

He looks at you, scanning your face in the candlelight.

It’s obvious now. Nothing to be questioned, but you still remember the heat of the embarrassment when he chose to go inside that last time. 

He takes a step closer, leaning in.

“Are you… ok in the dark?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I'm okay,” you say, knowing you’re only ok as long as your half-dead phone battery holds out. No emergency candles or supplies to mention. 

He’s close enough to smell again and your heart pounds against your chest. It’s dark. A little dangerous. 

“Do you mind some company?” He asks, eyes drifting down to your mouth. 

“I don’t mind,” you whisper. He leans in close and you speak before your lips meet. “Why didn’t you stay the first time?” you ask, unable to help yourself. 

He takes a deep breath, clearing his throat. “Because I found a beautiful woman in a vulnerable spot. Private. Studying. In her pajamas. I just didn’t want to be weird.” He takes a step closer. “And you make me kind of nervous, so I'm glad I have another chance.”

You laugh, feeling your heart pound, secretly grateful he feels this way too. “Why do I make you nervous?” You whisper. 

“Because for the past few weeks, all I can think about is my neighbor. And she’s been my neighbor for months, but I didn’t know she looked like this. And that she can hear me doing everything.” His voice is soft, forbidding, wrapping you up. “And I'm caught halfway between picking up and moving just for peace of mind and just,"  his voice drifts off and he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. "Wishing the wall wasn’t there.”

You take a deep breath, feeling yourself fall deep. “The wall isn’t here now,” you say, closing the space between your lips. 

His hands immediately make their way to cup your ass, running up your waist and through your hair, hands exploring every inch of you he can’t see. 

You do the same, gliding your hands up his shirt and feeling the ridges of the stomach, drawing him closer. The stairs press against your back and you wince while loving the feeling of him between your legs. 

Reach your hand down to where the fabric of his shorts is tented, getting a grip on his hard length and letting it rub between your thighs. He gasps and presses his cock to you.

You lace a hand with him and guide him as you both climb into your bedroom window. He sets the candle down and gets both hands on you. 

He groans when he slips his hands beneath the waistband of your shorts and feels no underwear. He gets his hands under your ass cheeks, groping and feeling his fingers slip. He rubs at your slicked opening and presses against it. Your eyes roll back as you push your hips to him. 

“Fuck, how long have you been this wet?” He says, his warm breath hitting your face. His voice is deeper now, darker. 

“Before you stepped outside,” you say. “When I was just wishing you'd show up.” 

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your ankles. He whispers. “Get on the bed.” You hear him wrestle with his own shirt in the dark. 

You walk backward until the mattress touches behind your knees and lay back. He crawls above you, kissing over your breasts and expertly slipping two fingers inside your pussy, causing you to gasp. 

He drags them out and moves wetness over your clit. You see stars at his rough rhythm. 

“Slower,” you guide, touching his wrist. And he does, slowing his fingers, but not letting up any pressure. 

“Like this?” He says you nod, forgetting he can’t see you. He takes the signal from your moans and circles his fingers, occasionally slipping them inside. The lewd squelching is somehow more emphatic in the dark. 

“Can I taste you?” He asks, through a panting breath. 

“Pleeease,” you moan, blissed out already. Can’t believe how eager you are. You can’t really come from being eaten out, but when he brings it up, you know it’s all you want. 

His warm breath hovers over your pussy and he goes right to the source, lapping at your opening and swiping his fingers to feed himself. 

It’s titillating to be actually eaten, hearing his delighted noises. Strange almost, especially in the dark. You stop thinking about it when he latches his mouth around your clit. 

It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced. Usually, it’s a tongue flapping randomly and wildly over you with little effect. Like they're just guessing. 

There is no guessing here. He’s swallowing, taking the whole of your flesh in his mouth and sucking. Your thighs shake uncontrollably. Another first. 

He hooks an arm around your thigh and then his tongue starts, never letting off his suction, still sucking and releasing while never moving his lips away, gently running his tongue over the sensitive bud. 

You squirm and moan, uncaring and unaware of the sounds you’re making. He finally lets off. 

“Stay still for me?” And you freeze, willing to do anything to get his mouth on you like that again.

You anticipate his lips again but feel fingers plunge deep inside instead. He keeps them buried down to the webbing of his fingers, pulsing and pressing to the deepest part of you. 

Then, his mouth, bringing that precious suction that makes your muscle quiver. Even the vibrator doesn’t get this reaction. 

Everything burns at your core as you teeter on the edge. Gripping at the sheets, you bear down against him. He moans and the vibrations send you over the edge. 

He never stops his pace, staying with your body as you come. 

Coming down, you feel the mattress bowing as he grinds into the mattress, giving himself an enticing friction and feeling good for himself.

He rises up to your face, placing his skilled tongue right in your mouth. “Mph. I need to fuck you,” he groans. “Do you have?_”

“Yeah,” you say, before he can finish the sentence. You lean up and fumble in the darkness to pull a condom from the nightstand. 

“Lay back,” you whisper with a hand on his chest, the darkness giving you a certain confidence. You climb on top of him, nerves still shaky.

He reaches for the wrapper in your hand, but you pull it away. You drag your fingertips over his shaft and stroke over him a few times, cupping his balls, feeling his breath hitch and feeling even more sensation in the darkness. 

You open the wrapper and place the rubber on his tip, rolling it down with your hands until it's covered. 

He groans, pulling you down to kiss and prodding his tongue inside. You spread your thighs over his lap and he grips hard as you slide down onto him, digging nails into the flesh of your ass. He’s happy to be inside you twice, bucking his hips up.

You let him stretch inside you, starting a rhythm and rolling your hips. It feels incredible. Sensations moving from your swollen pussy and out to your fingertips. He runs his hands up your chest, feeling the weight of your tits in his hands. 

It's then when the lights come on, bright and harsh. You look up, blinded and distracted. Embarrassed. 

He takes your chin in his hand and forces your eyes on him. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he says, pulling your hips over his, getting you moving again, reminding you of what you need. “Please, don’t stop fucking me,” he whines.

You nod and grind on him, feeling him press against your walls. The sound is lewd and wet as you circle your hips, barely rising on his shaft. He watches you, eyes surveying your body as you move with his hands on your hips. Finally taking you in. 

He's so hot. Dark, sweaty hair sticks to his face. The faint light in the room allows his tattoos to be exposed. The sweat beads and pools between his chest and abs, tapering down to his little waist where your bodies are hot and connected. There’s simply too much for your eyes to take in. 

“God, you're gorgeous,” he says. 

“That's just what I was thinking,” you say, running your hands over his tight abs in response. 

He put the pads of his fingers on your clit and you gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm. He barely moves them, just presses them against your clit as you grind and move and bounce.

He takes a deep breath, trying to hold back his own orgasm. 

The pressure is too good, combined with the feeling of him pressed inside you to the deepest point. You can’t recognize the sounds coming from your mouth or explain the way your hips buck and grind above him.

“Oh my god,” he whines, and it's so hot. He loses himself as you cream and tighten around him, riding out another intense orgasm.

“Don't stop,” he moans. “Don't stop, ple_”

And you must muster everything to keep your body moving and grinding.

His jaw goes slack, head thrown back. You drag nails over his chest, acknowledging the goosebumps rising on his skin as he throbs inside. 

He releases the grip on your hips and you collapse on top of him. Panting and catching your breath, he leans up, carefully tying off the condom. 

You look at each other and laugh through your breath. He kisses you, running his hand through your hair. Drunk on each other. 

There's laughter and commotion on the other side of the wall, and he appears surprised. 

“Is this what it sounds like?" He asks, banging on the wall to his roommates on the other side. 

Coming Up... Taehyung ;)

[4joonkookie2]

All Grown Up

Pairing: Jungkook x Yoongi

Words: 1K

Summary: inspired by this: p0rn (This is a small part of a larger fic that only lives in my head now: the history of Jungkook’s first experiences with all his hyungs.)

Jungkook has been doing a lot with Hobi and Jimin. Recently, they invited Yoongi into the mix, and Jungkook is disappointed with how hesitant Yoongi was and how he was holding back. Jungkook knows it's because Yoongi still sees him as a kid in many ways. He’s going to make sure Yoongi knows otherwise.

They sit on the couch alone, watching a movie. and Jungkook is obvious. They both get what they want 🙂

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“Hyuuuuung,” Jungkook whines, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt.

“What?” Yoongi looks at Jungkook. He mimics Jungkook’s pout, which no sooner morphs into a shit-eating grin.

“You know what,” Jungkook pouts, lifting the remote to shut off the TV. He’s exasperated with Yoongi’s supposed ignorance, inching closer to him on the couch. 

“I don’t,” Yoongi coos, leaning in. “Tell me.” 

Jungkook looks down and pensively rubs his arm. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?” 

The insecurity bleeds out in Jungkook’s voice more than he wants. 

Even worse, it KILLS Yoongi. He intended to tease Jungkook, but giving the impression he didn’t want his touch wasn’t the intention. He keeps up his play anyway. 

“Who says I don’t?”

Jungkook takes a thoughtful pause before straddling Yoongi’s lap. He places his hands on either of Yoongi’s shoulders and swings his legs over Yoongi’s thighs. 

“Hyung…” he starts, pressing his torso to Yoongi’s chest. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” His doe eyes are soft and lidded.

Jungkook teeters on the razor’s edge of premier confidence and debilitating insecurity. It’s precious and makes way for the rest of Yoongi’s resistance.

Yoongi tangles his hands in Jungkook’s hair, yanking it back. 

“You think I don’t know that?” He whispers, pulling Jungkook and dragging teeth along his jaw, making him whimper. He continues.

“You don’t think JM and HSK tell me all about what a good little cockslut you are? How you can go for hours and hours and never get tired? The way you suck cock, ride cock, worship cock?”

Yoongi looks down at his crotch, embarrassingly hard, but is pleased to see Jungkook is right there with him. He loosens the grip of his hair, moving his hands down to Jungkook’s waist. 

“You think I wasn’t losing my fucking mind watching your lips wrapped around my cock the other night?” He gropes at himself at the words, and Jungkook smiles, batting his sweet eyelashes. 

Yoongi leans in to whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He pushes his lips to Jungkook’s, needing to taste him. Jungkook whimpers as his mouth is pried open. He tangles his fingers in Yoongi’s shaggy hair. 

Yoongi pulls away, eyes half open, entranced. “You know what else they told me?” He slips his hand beneath the fabric of Jungkook’s pants, grabbing his ass. 

“They told me… you have the prettiest little cunt.” He grazes his fingers over Jungkook’s hole, making him shudder. “And you love to get eaten,” he plants his lips on Jungkook’s neck. “Is that true, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook looks away, face flushed in humiliation. Yoongi loves to see the red-hot embarrassment on Jungkook’s face. Yoongi turns Jungkook’s chin back to meet him. “Is that true?”

Jungkook nods, looking down and feeling his ears burn red. Yoongi presses his fingers firmly to Jungkook’s hole while he taunts him.

“They said they could do it for hours because the sounds you make are so beautiful,” Yoongi continues with an arrogant chuckle. “You think I haven’t thought about that?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines.

“Let me see,” Yoongi orders, guiding Jungkook to stand up. He pulls Jungkook’s pants down, Jungkook lifting his feet to get the fabric around his ankles. He sits on the couch next to Yoongi.

Yoongi presses two fingers to Jungkook's lips. “Get them wet.” He hums low in delight when Jungkook takes him in. He gets a feel of Jungkook’s mouth, taking him back to that place a few nights ago, how soft and warm he is.

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Yoongi as he laves over his fingers. He knows what he’s doing. 

Yoongi groans. “Oh, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He teases as the fingers fall out of Jungkook’s mouth with a pop. 

Yoongi lowers his fingers between Jungkook’s legs and pushes in. Jungkook gasps.

Yoongi coos. “Ohhhh. I know HSK and JM are so sweet to you. You’ve never taken it dry before?”

Jungkook just shivers, adjusting to the rigid intrusion and shaking his head. 

“Turn over,” Yoongi instructs as he pulls his finger out.

Jungkook crosses his arms over his waist to remove his shirt, exposing his chest. Yoongi hums and grazes his fingers over the sensitive buds. He turns over and presents himself to Yoongi with a deeply arched back. 

Yoongi gets to his knees on the couch, lined up behind Jungkook. He bends down and gives a chaste kiss on the flesh of his ass, followed by a spank. 

Jungkook stifles a moan, then whispers. “Mm_Hyungie…they’ll hear us,” he says.

“I know,” Yoongi purrs back, spanking him even harder, allowing it to echo through the living room. “I’ve got a better idea,” he says. Yoongi pushes the coffee table away and sits on the floor with his back propped on the couch. 

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, looking over his shoulder. 

Yoongi leans his head back to rest on the cushion. “Sit on me,” he says, looking up at Jungkook. “Come on,” he says, encouraging. 

Jungkook is initially unsure but braces himself, grabbing the back of the couch. He aligns himself over Yoongi’s face but can’t bring himself to properly sit.

Yoongi pulls his hips down to latch on properly and groans when he finally feels the weight of Jungkook’s body on his lips.

Yoongi buries his face between his cheeks, slurping. It’s messy and fevered. Sucking, groping, licking. He’s insatiable.

Jungkook grips the back of the couch tighter, bucking his ass back and whining. He forms a rhythm with his hips. Rocking back and forth, letting Yoongi’s tongue press all over, and egged on by the lewd sounds of spit against his flesh. 

Yoongi pushes his tongue inside, getting the slightest taste of Jungkook’s inner walls, pressing a finger in again, his finger fighting with his mouth. 

Yoongi runs his hand over his own cock and pulls away a moment. “Is that good, baby?”

Yoongi can barely get the sentence out before Jungkook forces his hips onto Yoongi’s lips, desperate for his mouth. 

“So good, hyungie,” Jungkook cries. 

[this-is-lightning]

Supercorp FicRec P. 29

The next part in my ongoing ficrec series. I go through my bookmarks on AO3 and select the ones I like the best and add a little commentary on why. 5 fics per part. 

Masterpost

we're playing to a full house, darling (but this show can't go on) by the_ominous_owl

Kara’s struggling to find work. Lena’s struggling to find herself. When fate (with some help from Cat Grant) casts them into the same orbit they find themselves completely off-script, because while everyone knows about the sins of the father, they're somewhat less clear about the sins of one’s siblings. Throw into that an audience hungry for stories at the expense of fact, a showrunner with a plan nobody saw coming, and a co-star who steadfastly refuses to keep it in his pants, and you’ve got a tale so dramatic even the protagonists have noticed. or the one where they’re both actresses with a surprising amount of baggage for two people who haven’t met yet.

w: 37,360

r: teen and up

The actress trope done very, very well. Slowburn. Lena's got it so very bad but shes got baggage. Kara is captain oblivious. They figure it out tho. Lots of intimacy and feelings. There's a part two bt that ones still a wip.

It's Funny Right up Until It's Not by ThornedRose44

It's funny because it's harmless… It's funny because it's never a big deal… It's funny because it's forgotten by the next day… It's funny because she's fine. She's always fine… Until… she’s not...

w: 12,131

r: mature

Yea so this one cut deep. Happy ending but were digging into the "haha quarterly assassination lol" witch is really not funny at all. Angst but so so heartfelt and wonderful. Some-when after S5.

musings from 504 by sapphic_luthor

“We got Supergirl’s mail again,” a voice calls from behind a massive, unidentifiable sculpture as it steps through the door. He sets the piece down just as the words leave his mouth, and then the dark-haired boy spins to face you, hand outstretched to drop a letter onto the countertop, and he breathes, “Oh, fuck.” You look toward your new roommates, and register the panic on their faces. “Wait,” you say, but your mind is jumping to conclusions that your mouth is far too embarrassed to vocalize, so you find that you don’t have any follow-up. “Are you--” you start, but you know it’s true even before you ask. “Seriously?”

w: 7,670

r: teen and up

So how much do we all think Kara's neighbors know about her life? An outsiders perspective on the Superfriends. Funny and fun and heartfelt.

Bizarre Love Triangle by powergrapes

One day, two women meet on the subway. The recently dumped Lena is recovering from a broken heart, and Kara is grappling with the open-ish relationship she has with her long-distance boyfriend. They decide that they’re going to become friends. The kind of friends who also have totally casual, no-strings-attached, nobody’s-catching-feelings sex. What could go wrong? As Alex puts it: “Kara. This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. And I’m including the time that you set fire to your own hair and nearly burned the house down trying to do some spell you found on MySpace to make Troy Bolton materialize in real life and marry you.” Or: Lena and Kara go around New York City eating food and banging each other until their feelings eat away at them, and Alex tries not to have an aneurysm about it.

w: 113,061

r: explicit

So so so well written. Gets pretty angsty but the payoff is so worth it. Lots of feelings and fun and fluff too. And very VERY good smut. A MUST read!

The Luthor Family by MyCatIsMyEditor

Following Lex’s death Lena finds herself guardian to the four year old nephew she never knew existed. She also finds herself in need of help. Who better to help her than her best friend and National City’s favourite Kryptonian. It’s just a little awkward that her nephew is scared of Supergirl. OR Kara and Lena raising Lex’s son while slowly getting together with a bunch of cute fluff and some angst thrown in as they work together to be the best parents possible to a scared little boy.

w: 95,676

r: mature

Digs a lot into the issues with fostering a child who was neglected and abused. But its very well done and there's a lot of fluff too. Kara and Lena slip into the parent role very well. But of course this whoe situation digs up issues of theirs too. They build a wonderful family and support net and finally get to be so so happy with everyone at their side.

Don't forget to leave some love for the writers on AO3! Much love and happy reading!

[gimmethatagustd]

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@lookhere-2seok - i had you down as wanting to be tagged once i post my pirates of the caribbean fic. i can still do that for you if you want.

@pamzn - i had you down as wanting to be tagged once i post my vmin x reader, wanna watch a sex tape (the part 3 of the photographer tae series). i can still do that for you if you want

[lilprincegoo]

Love Yourself by v_iolet

ot7

Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, References to Depression, Getting to Know Each Other, Self-Hatred, Self Confidence Issues, Developing Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Kiss, Jeon Jungkook-centric

17.7k words

rating: T

“This isn’t happening,” he whispered again, more to himself that anyone else. He sees the way their eyebrows furrow together at his words and hates the way he’s messing everything up, like he knew he always would. “You are not my soulmates. There’s no way.” || Jungkook hates the soulmate system, hates what it does to people like him, and therefore to an extent, he also hates his own soulmates. Six people are determined to change that.

[britishhusbands]

Oh, thank you for your reply to my ask. I just looked at the summary and the tags and ngl, I'm really intrigued! I finally have something to read through the weekend! And yes, I would love more BTS fanfic recommendations, if you don't mind! <333

ohhh okay i will give you some of my favorites

(maybe i love you) we're too young for that (jungkook/taehyung)

tigris (jungkook/taehyung)

a game of survival (jungkook/taehyung)

a gilded world (yoongi/seokjin)

centimeter - increments (namjoon/seokjin)

imprints (for the boys in the back) (namjoon/seokjin)

soundtracks (jimin/yoongi)

invitations (namjoon/yoongi)