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[syllviere]

syllviere | fic recs

— This list represents some of my favorite reads, while acknowledging with gratitude that there are a million more stories and writers out there worth discovering. — NSFW content. Minors, do not interact. — Updated: Nov 17, 2024

BTS — Kim Namjoon

In Neverland by kpopstories

Peaches and Cream by jinpire

Stimulant by hoyoungy

BTS — Kim Seokjin

A Kiss of Marble by jinpire

A Saint in Her Halo by winetae

Dr. Kim by btsfiles

Made-Up Love Song by floralseokjin

Pink by tayegi

BTS — Min Yoongi

A Brush of Silk by jinpire

Alluring Tune by jeonscity

Arranged by obiwrites

Felix Culpa by army-author

Insemination Wars by prolixitae

Mr. Min by ellieljade

Miss Dial by versigny and cyphertrip

Not In the Cards by yoonmetogether

Wild Strawberries by yoonia

The Equation of Love by kookingtae

The Raindrop Prelude by inktae

Three Tangerines by kithtaehyung

Unexpected by noona-la-la-la

Whispered Secrets by lostbookmark

BTS — Jung Hoseok

A Shot of Whiskey by jinpire

Acatalepsy by velvetchen

Ask and You Shall Receive by floralseokjin

Fermata by yeoldontknow

Gold and Silver by inktae

Heartbeat by joonbird

Lap Dance by btsinned

Mindless by jungk0oksthighs

The Purge by jungblue

The Wood by sailoryooons

Transference by dark-muse-iris

BTS — Park Jimin

A Bite of the Apple by jinpire

Cordially, Jimin by kpopfanfictrash

Locked in Love by parkmuse

Sin City by btssmutgalore

Snap Decision by noona-la-la-la

Spellbound by minlouvre

The Sound of Your Love by an-exotic-writer

Watch Me, Watch You by the95liner

BTS — Kim Taehyung

Clandestine by daizymax

The Half-Lycan by yoonia

The Wings of a Devil by jinpire

BTS — Jeon Jungkook

A Sip of the Grail by jinpire

Comfort Inn Ending by joonbird

Paralian by kpopfanfictrash

The Fitting by noona-la-la-la

The Winter Court by koyamuses

BTS — Multiple Members

Let the Games Begin by kpopsinning

EXO — Kim Jongin

99 and Marlowe by kpopfanfictrash

Addewid by kpopfanfictrash

EXO — Park Chanyeol

Balls Deep by yeoldontknow

Iron Wrought by yeoldontknow

Ateez — Multiple Members

Descent to Depravity by daizymax

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[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!

[4joonkookie]

The Local ♡

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Words: 3.6K

Summary: How Taehyung and O/C met :) Smut, flirting, and skinny-sipping. Can be read alone or be read in the CIGARETTE BURNS universe.

Notes/Tags: SMUT, angst, one-night stand, sex, drinking, cigarettes, skinny-dipping, Taeconda is real, build up at the beginning and smut at the end.

♡♡♡

Opening your eyes and propping up on your elbows, you look around the unfamiliar room.

Where am I?

Whose bed is this?

What happened last night?

Your weary eyes aren’t open long before they instinctively shut due to the throbbing pain in your head. 

Trying to keep the brief image alive behind your eyelids, you attempt to nail down where you are. This bedroom is as big as your whole apartment and is unfamiliar. 

“Good morning,” a voice says from the other side of the bed, and your eyes shoot open to look over at the barely familiar stranger. 

“You were pretty gone last night,” he says, tilting his head. “You remember?”

Letting out a painful groan, you rub your eyes and lay back on the pillows. “If you were there, maybe you should tell me.” 

“Well, you went pretty hard for a Wednesday,” he says, scrolling on his phone. Then, he looks over at you. “No judgment,” he adds.

He sits up under the blanket with no shirt. Lifting the covers, you peek beneath to confirm your suspicions. And again, your eyes fall shut, head collapsing on the pillows in regret.

“You don’t remember,” he remarks and sighs sarcastically. “My poor ego.” He places his phone on his lap, offering you his undivided attention. 

You open your mouth to snark at him before it hits you. “What day did you say it was?”

“Yesterday was Wednesday, so today is...” He trails off. 

You leap out of bed, clutching pillows to your naked body, panicking. “What time is it?”

“Five after ten,” he says, standing from the bed in unabashed nudity. You quickly dart your eyes.

“Shit.” You scramble around, searching for your clothes, phone, or anything. The trail of your belongings leads the way out of the bedroom. 

“What's the rush?” He asks, following you around the living room. 

“My chem final starts in ten minutes and I can't even begin to fathom the levels of screwed I'll be if I miss it,” you sputter, struggling to get last night's crumpled, inside-out clothes on. 

“Can I have your number?” he asks, helping you get your head through your shirt collar. “I'd love to see you again.”

You give a dismissive wave of your hands. “Look. If we meet again, we can call it ‘Meant To Be’ and start fresh. It’s not like I remember a thing that happened, anyway.” You tuck the last of your belongings into the crook of an arm. “Right now? I’m late.”

He heads down the hallway leading back to the bedroom, and you rush to the front door, unable to even consider giving this guy another second. 

And you stop as your hand reaches the doorknob, realizing you haven’t answered your waking question. 

Where am I?

Turning, you’re relieved to see he’s returned from the hall. Only now, he’s carrying aspirin and a water bottle, handing them to you. 

“Where am I?” you ask, frantic. “How do I get to campus?” Wondering if you're even close enough to make it in the next 8 minutes. 

“I can drive you_” He starts to offer. 

“Like this?” you retort, eyes glancing down at his bare presentation and sighing heavily. “Can I get there on foot?” you ask, taking the aspirin and cracking open the water bottle.

He exhales, finally giving in. “Run 2 blocks at full speed that way and you just might make it,” he points. 

“Thanks,” and you're out in a flash, run-of-shaming your way to campus. 

“What's your name?!" He shouts down the hall behind you, peeking his head out the door.

You ignore him and continue dashing, all the while scolding yourself. It serves you right for celebrating the end of the semester too soon. 

♡♡

That night, you’re at the bar again with the morning’s hangover a distant memory. It's crowded as everyone celebrates the actual end of the semester. 

You arrive with Jungkook, a neighbor you’ve been hooking up with for a few weeks, planned to spend the evening hanging with a mixed group of friends.

You approach the bar on your own for a drink. Your eyes scan the crowd as you wait for the bartender. They stop on someone familiar. 

A few patrons down, there he is. The dark and gorgeous one-night stand, looking straight at you with a cocked eyebrow, pleasantly surprised to see you.

You look down at the bar top, chuckling to yourself. 

Out of the corner of your eye, he struts toward you and stops short, sitting a couple of stools away. He leaves the first move to you. 

You sit down on the closest stool and sip your drink. Looking anywhere but ahead, at the risk of seeing JK or meeting eyes with this stranger, feeling the heat on both sides of you. 

Unable to help yourself, you catch his eye, noticing the onset of a coy smirk at the corners of his lips.

He’s stubborn and not giving in. He knows you’re intrigued by this silent game. The push and pull of it all. 

He moves over one stool closer and your shoulders are almost touching. 

You give in, but maintain looking ahead. 

“Are you gonna ask how my final went?” 

Just then, a friend shouts your name, greeting you with a wave as she passes. 

He repeats your name, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Like he’s trying to taste it. 

“How was your chem final? Did you even make it on time?” He asks.

“Barely. And I barely squeaked out a C.”

“But you did. I’m proud of you. Cheers,” he celebrates, lifting his glass. 

He sips his drink, and it gets quiet for a moment. You feel the need to fill the silence, adding on. 

“And thanks for the aspirin. It really staved off the headache.”

“You’re welcome,” he says in a questionable tone, going up slightly at the end. 

Suspicious, you continue your train of thought. “And thank you for letting me crash at your place. I was pretty far gone and anything could’ve happened to me.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “You’re welcome, and I don’t need any thanks. It was the thing to do.” He pauses before continuing. “Plus, you were pretty insistent.”

You scoff and glare at him. “I was not.” 

“Oh, has your memory suddenly returned?” He snarks, playfully, but you shut up “I just wanted to take you somewhere safe to crash, but, we got home and you totally mauled me.”

“I mauled you?!” you squawk in disbelief. 

“Yes, you mauled me and took what you wanted from me and then you just woke up, brushed me off, and ran out without even telling me your name,” he says, nodding and pointing his index finger. “You were an ass.” 

He feels equally honest and playful, but you can tell he’s serious about that part. And you take a deep breath to reflect and ease the pang of guilt that washes over you.

“You’re right. I am an ass. I’m sorry for brushing you off and rushing out. You were so sweet to offer to drive me, too.”

“I know,” he says, milking this for every drop.

“Should I apologize for mauling you? Or…” you joke.

“No, I liked that part,” he smirks, and a flutter sinks down to your gut. Landing like more of a punch. 

“Is my tongue-lashing over now?”

“For now,” he replies, offering a wink that sends a second set of flutters to your stomach faster than the first time. He signals the bartender for the next round. 

“So you said something before?” 

You roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Yeah?”

“You said, if we met again, it must be ‘meant to be’.”

“I said that,” you confirm. And you’re suddenly reminded of JK, the last time you knew it was ‘meant to be with a guy’.

It still does.  

“I’ve been thinking about it all day and I played out all the ways it might happen.” He looks off into the distance. Maybe we’d meet up 5 or 10 years from now and the timing is right. Or… maybe I’d be thinking about that girl that ran out of my apartment so rudely and never see her again. But it’s neither." He smiles, and it’s too sweet. “Today is the day.”

“Well, you’re quite the romantic.”

He chuckles, sipping his drink. “Something like that.”

“Taehyung,” he says, extending his hand. “So. Your finals are out of the way. We’ve exchanged names and agreed we’re meant to be,” he says, like he’s checking things off a list. “What do you say about making this an at least 2-night stand?”

“Ok,” you reply.

You shuffle on your feet, knowing you’ve already made plans with JK, but you can’t deny the attraction to this stranger. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He suggests.

“Sure.” looking around and nervous. “Just…Give me a minute, ok?”

“You're not gonna run out on me, are you?” he asks. “You can just say ‘no’.”

And you believe him. 

“I'm saying ‘yes’,” you assure, placing a hand on his chest. “I just need to check-in with someone.”

♡♡

After poorly excusing yourself, you follow Taehyung outside the bar. It doesn’t seem like Jungkook picked up on anything.

“So, who’s he?” He asks as you stroll down the sidewalk.

You think about it. “My neighbor is the best way to put it.”  

“I saw you guys together last night. He looks like a drip.” 

“He isn't,” you defend.    

“Then why didn't you go home with him last night?” He snarks. 

“Unlike me, he would never get trashed the night before a big final. He went home at a decent hour, before it all went black.”

“Oh,” he rolls his eyes. “So why didn’t you go home with him tonight?” he smirks. 

Slightly peeved, you change the subject. “Why are you dressed like that?” You hardly ever see a guy in a button-up and slacks around here. 

 “I graduated last year, but I work just nearby.”

“Yeah? What do you do?”

“Private equity & Investment banking”

You cackle. “Speaking of a drip.”

“Touché.”

Something about the banter is familiar. Memories from last night become less fuzzy as you talk.

“Was that your house?” You ask, remembering the massive mansion that certainly couldn’t be his. 

“My parents. They’re vacationing in Europe for a few months.”

“So you’re from around here?” You ask, intrigued. “Ah, I haven’t met a local yet.”

“Born and raised,” he says. 

“Now that I think about it, I don’t even know what exists outside of these few blocks around campus.”

He stops in his tracks, gazing at you. It’s hypnotic. “Let me show you?” 

“Sure,” you nod, a little weary. “Where are we going?”

He reaches his hand out and pulls you in, kissing you. Soft. You inhale and pull away, feeling your body set on fire. 

“A local spot. Are you up for an adventure?” 

He unlocks his fancy car, opening the door for you to walk inside. 

♡♡

A short drive later, he slows down a beaten path, through some woods, and parks beneath the trees. 

“Is this the part of the story where I get murdered?” You ask, as he parks.

“No. My friends and I used to hang out here all the time. Let's go.”

You both head to the rear of the trunk, where he removes a duffel bag. He pulls a bottle of liquor from a side pocket, cracks the top, and sips from it. You take it and swig from it too, hiding the wince.

He carries the bag with him as you begin walking to the lake. It’s beautiful. Serene. The water is luminescent beneath the moonlight. 

He lays out a blanket just by the shore and you walk up to the water, dipping your toes in. It’s cold and refreshing at once. 

Taehyung lines up his body behind you, wrapping arms around your waist. He kisses down the line of your neck and over your shoulders. 

“And how many times have you done this?”

“Done what?” He asks. His voice is like honey. 

“How many girls have you brought to this spot? With the blanket by the lake and the charming moonlight reflecting on the water?” You mock, craning your neck back to face him. 

You’re on to all of his antics and want to make sure he knows. 

“Plenty,” he admits, and you’re taken aback by his honesty. “But none from out of town,” he offers. He kisses you deep before you can speak and it works.

He pulls away and starts removing his clothes. 

“Who’s eager now?” You tease.

“Well, we can't swim in our clothes.”

The realization slowly dawns on you when he pauses his motion at his fly. 

“Are you in?”

You think for just a moment and remove your clothes, handing them over. He tosses them on top of the blanket. 

He walks past you and directly into the lake, ducking his head below the surface before reemerging.

“You coming?” He asks, backtracking to where you’re only ankle-deep in the cool water. “Come on.”

“I’m coming,” you say, inching your way in. 

“Do it faster,” he says. 

“It’s cold,” you whine back. 

He makes a huge splash and you gasp, sprayed from head to toe.

“Faster,” he says, splashing again, and you chase him into the water. Horse playing, splashing, wrestling, and erupting in giggles at the surface. 

You settle, wrapped around each underwater. The noise settles. 

“I was trying not to get my hair wet,” you scold.

“Why?” He asks, and you regret mentioning it. 

“Cause it’s gonna…” you gesture wildly around your head. “Dry all weird.”

“Yesterday, I watched you barf into my mother’s rose bushes. I think we’re past that level of modesty.”

You shut your eyes in utter embarrassment. It’s bad enough it happened, but you can’t even remember. 

“No, I didn’t,” you tell yourself out loud. 

“Yes, you did,” he laughs. 

You let go of his body and sink yourself underwater, playfully wishing you can sink to the bottom forever. 

He gets hands under your shoulders and hoists you up, amused. Placing you back where you were around his torso. 

“Why would you even want to see me again?” You ask, shaking your head. 

He looks at you for a moment, perplexed. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. There’s just something about you, I guess,” he says, and you’re not sure how to reply. He breaks the silence. “I mean, besides you being an eager lay,” he adds. 

“Jerk,” you say, splashing. Then you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, arms draped around his shoulders.

“I’m really going to have to refresh your memory, huh?” pressing your lips to his. He pushes closer to you, feeling his hard cock press against you. 

“Oh,” you mutter. He’s hard on the thrill. It’s huge. 

“Things are slowly coming back to me,” you say, kissing his lips. 

“Like what?” 

“I remember it hurt to walk this morning, much less run to class.”

He smiles, nods shyly. “Well, that’s something.”

“And your voice. I don’t remember meeting, but I remember that once I heard your voice, I needed to take you somewhere.”

He kisses you, wading in the water. “And you did. And you had your way with me.”

“Yeah,” you laugh. And you duck your head into his shoulder.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You were taking exactly what you wanted. It was hot.

“And I wanted it too. I could’ve just put you in a car and sent you home if all I wanted was for you to get home safe.”

You push his wet hair back from his face. He continues.

“Last night, you told me you and your friends from home would hang out by the lake. That’s why I brought you here. 

♡♡

After a while (and some making out), you’re making your way back to the shore. 

Laying you back on the blanket, his eyes go narrow, looking at you like prey to be devoured. His fingertips are between your thighs, sending electricity up your spine as he lines himself between your knees. 

You kiss wildly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses his naked body against you. 

Reaching down, you grab his hard length, guiding him to the center. 

You gasp when he presses the tip inside. He stays there for a while, stretching you wide.   

“Oh shit,” you remark, feeling how big it is inside.

“Is that okay?”

“More,” you moan, gasping. 

“Yeah?” and he pushes in deeper. “Greedy,” he says. 

You nod and moan through a bitten lip. The hard ground scrapes against your back and you don’t care.

“Do you want more, Greedy?” he challenges, pulsing his tip in and out. “I’ve got plenty to give you.”

The nickname eggs you on and you feel yourself become different. Somehow darker, and hyper-focused. 

“I want it to hurt,” you whisper, and it triggers him. 

He shoves to the hilt and your ears ring. Three or four good thrusts, slapping into you. It feels like you might split in half in the best way. 

He stops and looks at your face, wondering if you’ve had enough yet.

It’s a dare, a silent challenge. 

And he pulls back and slams inside again. Your hands are braced over your lower belly, where you swear you can feel him bulging through. He grips your hips and lowers your body to him over and over. 

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructs, and you are uncaring of the world around you. Almost forgetting you’re in the woods. 

“Bossy,” you seethe, looking up at him and bringing your legs further apart. You pull his head down for a kiss, biting his bottom lip and tasting blood.

He brings his hand to his mouth and swipes at the wound. 

He slams in again and you yelp at the pressure on your cervix. He leans down to your face. 

“Mouthy,” he seethes and covers his hand over your mouth. He watches as he pulls his cock slowly out, leaving you hopelessly empty. You whine behind the flesh of his palm. 

“Turn over,” he instructs, stern. Never letting his hand leave your face. He uses his free hand to spank you. It’s hard, echoing into the trees. 

You’re shocked, seeing spots for a moment and unsure what happened. But you find yourself asking for more. 

“More,” you whine, muffled behind his hand. 

He pulls his hand straight off your mouth, like he knows what you said. 

“What was that, Greedy?” He asks, halting his motion. 

You fuss beneath him, bucking your hips back, trying to take more of him in. He doesn’t cave. 

 “I can’t hear you, Greedy,” he says, twisting your hair into a ponytail in his hands and pulling up slightly.

“Again,” you cry, and he hits you again as he slams himself inside from behind. He resumes plowing, and it’s heaven. You're helpless as he rams inside. Gasping and panting, drool rolling down your chin.

He goes impossibly faster, and you grasp at the ground beneath you.

“So glad I get to be in this pussy again, fuck,” he moans. The slap echoes. 

He pulls your hair back further, arching your back deeper. His warmth spills inside.

♡♡

You lay there for a while, panting and catching your breath, sitting in silence for a while and processing what just happened. 

“Did we do that last night?” You ask, somewhat embarrassed and processing the name-calling, the spanking, and why you liked it so much.

“Do what?”

“Did you spank me?”

“No. You have to be in the right headspace for that type of thing. Besides, you took more of the lead last night.” 

You nod. 

“Was it okay?” He asks. “Was there anything you don’t want to do again?”

You think for a long time and he’s all ears. “It’s ok,” he whispers. “Think about it.”

You do and shake your head. You liked everything, you're just not sure why. 

“This was fun,” he says, drying his damp hair with his shirt.

“Can I have your number?” You ask “I’d love to see you again,” parroting him from this morning.

He doesn’t respond, smiling and removing a pack of cigarettes from the bag and offering you one. 

“No thanks, I don’t smoke,” you say. 

“Oh?” he laughs. “You did last night.”

You’re mortified, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I’m not smoking right now,” you correct.

He takes a drag and gazes at you, slowly handing the lit cigarette over. A challenge.

Accepting it, you take a drag, holding it deep before letting it out.

“Mmm, you look good like this,” he comments. 

You shrug. “There’s something about every cigarette I smoke being the ‘last one ever’,” you say, taking another drag. “Makes it that much better each time I smoke one.”

He nods. “What I meant is, you look good when you’re doing exactly what you want.”

Smiling, you pass it back to him. He continues. “So, you're seeing that guy? Your neighbor?” 

“Sort of,” you shrug.

“Sounds kind of messy,” he remarks. 

 And you’re a little resentful at the accusation. He passes the cig back to you. 

“It’s nothing serious.”

“Either way, I just want to be upfront. I like hanging out and I want to see you again, but I don't really do relationships.”

“I'm not asking for one,” you say, taking another draw. 

“I'm just saying. If you're seeing other people, and you like them, you should keep seeing them. I prefer to keep things pretty casual.”

“Ok.” 

He leans over to kiss you amidst the smoke. The night is quiet, silent, except for the hum of the woods and the stillness of the water nearby.

[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

[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.)

[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

[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. 

[britishhusbands]

yoo so i’ve read most of your rec for taekook haha can you share more for the audience? thanks x i also love taekook

of course, i love reccing stuff here are some more taekook fics. these are newer/ones i've recently finished:

my angel: puppy love by ellestandsforlove (this is part of a super cute series you should check out the other ones)

couldn't go very far by rainydayrambling

courtship of KTH by thelovelyhorrible

brain & spine by ailuridae

swing for the fences by loveremainsthecure

of aprons and americanos by calicovkoo

[lilprincegoo]

Make It Right by Jiayuki

OT7

Platonic Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Jeon Jungkook, Canon Compliant, Fluffy Ending, Feels

9.8k words

rating: T

“Maybe I should leave.” The words rush out of him, and room seems to collectively suck in a sharp breath. “Jungkook-ah, no,” Seokjin says, panicked. “I-if I’m such a b-burden, maybe you’d all be better off without me. ‘Golden maknae, my ass,’ right?” He smiles humorlessly at Taehyung, and the older boy stands frozen, remembering his own words, now thrown back at him. “If I leave first, maybe it won’t hurt as much when you all decide to disband,” Jungkook whispers. “Wait, Jungkook—" He runs.

[purple-realms]

It's an incredible fiction 🙌🏼 I was literally sobbing while reading the angst part. So beautifully written and those details...✨️uff!!

The Body Through Time

Author: @yeoldontknow​ Creative Content Contributor: @chillingkoo​ who made this utterly stunning banner for my birthday because she is an angel ;~; Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (oc; female) Summary: When you’re offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to see you. At all. Rating: NC-17 Warning: explicit sex; explicit language; angst Word Count: 10,947 (end me)

Two hours. That’s how long you’ve been standing outside the building, staring at the glass doors as your warped reflection slides in and out of view.

Two hours spent in the warm sunshine, a slight sunburn starting to form on the tip of your nose.

Two hours reminding yourself that this is for your career. Reminding yourself that this choice is not about him, it was never about him. That even if he didn’t work here, you’d still pick this university because it’s the best and it’s the only place your career will thrive.

Two hours telling yourself you’re strong enough to see his face. That one look at his full lips and warm eyes won’t send your knees to the floor, collapsing beneath the weight of your desire, not like it used to.

Not anymore.

Keep reading

[bunnygeminirecs]

fingertips by moonboymin

summary: “that’s my coffee.”

jungkook doesn’t hear him. he’s listening through the new bring me the horizon album, nose in his phone because hoseok is texting him some ridiculous story about his new arts TA, and he doesn’t hear him.

he glances up, makes a grab for the cup. someone touches his wrist, light fingertips. he blinks, eyes wide, and looks up.

“that’s my coffee,” he repeats, and jungkook stares.

this guy looks expensive. he’s in a suit that could honestly be worth more than jungkook’s entire closet, and jungkook wonders a little bit what the hell he’s doing in a tiny cafe downtown. he’s looking steadily at jungkook, palm held out in clear expectation.

jungkook bristles, a little. he’s not this guy’s assistant, or something.

and besides, he’s pretty sure it’s his coffee.

(or; jungkook meets Park Jimin, foremost CEO who owns half of korea, maybe, and very quickly has any and all of his expectations shattered.)

pairing: jimin/jungkook

completed: 2021-04-16

so slow burny for a 6 chaptered fic but it is so good!!! its a cute concept and it was a fun read. this author has some other good fics too ( I'll have to come back and put their names here).

[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)

[lilprincegoo]

lock it and leave me (with my dignity) by kiwiismewe

seokjin/jungkook

Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Humor, gamer!jungkook, barista!seokjin, Alternate Universe - College/University

6.4 words

rating: G

After embarrassing himself at the campus coffee shop, Jungkook becomes enamored with one of the baristas, and for some unknown reason even catches his attention. Now if only he could stop making a fool of himself.

[purple-realms]

Happiest birthday darling 💕 🎂🎉🎊

The Half-Lycan [M]

➬ Character | Taehyung x reader

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Taehyung, Human!Reader, Hybrid!au, Fated Mates, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | Once the Blood War ends, trust becomes rare between species. Caught between two different species for having been born from an unusual union of a Werewolf and an ancient creature that had been brought up as weapons during the War, Taehyung has been pushed away from one family only to be frowned upon within a pack that supposed to provide him home. What happens when his mate, who he had been hoping for to be his saviour, turns out to be an entirely different species? Someone who had once could not even believe that Werewolves were real.

⇢ Ratings & Warnings | +18/mature scenes; slow burn, involving violence (fights, animal attack, animal hunt, physical assault), age gap (Tae is a few years older than y/n, but not so much. You might get the idea if you have read Blood Moon Rising), dry humping, marking, biting, face fucking, handjob, size kink (Taehyung has a big dick), dirty talk, virgin sex, breast play, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, creampie, mentions of blood.

⇢ Word count | 42k words

➥ Prompt | “Can I keep you?”

➥ Part of the Shifters Series | World Map & Fic Glossary

➥ Cross-post | Wattpad | Inkitt 

⇢ Author’s Note | This story takes place around a similar timeline from the scenes in Blood Moon Rising. The story can be read as a standalone, yet it would probably be more pleasurable to read this alongside the main series.

You take one last glance at the burning village behind you, taking in the sight of the flame that has taken over the whole land, eating up everything in its path and reaching up to the night sky. It becomes the last thing you see before you turn to face the unknown depths of the forest beyond you.

Do not go into the forest, especially in the dark.

The words from the elders resonate inside your mind. In any day or any time, they would be enough to stop you from moving on. But not tonight. Not when the only option left is to keep on going out there instead of going back. When the only way to safety is to go on forward.

The deep dark abyss of the woods at night always gives you the creeps, but there is not enough time to waste cowering over it. Hesitantly, you take that one last step, leaving the dirt road behind as you walk past the forest line with a palpitating heart. You take a deep breath and your footsteps grow more determined as you continue on with your journey. To make your way to the only thing you know you will find when there is nothing left waiting for you back there — not your people, not your family, knowing that there might not be any survivor left after the attack which had driven you far away from the shelter of your home.  

You force yourself to remember that what you are leaving behind will only bring you more pain and sorrow, and that there is something else waiting for you in the dark, something that always gives you hope and faith. The only assurance left that is keeping you going, to believe in the possibility of making it alive somehow while finding a way to bring any form of miracle to salvage any part of your home and your people.

It had been years since then, since the last time you have seen him. But deep down you know that he is still there, somewhere out there, waiting for your return, waiting for you to come and search for him.

Your wolf.

Keep reading

[bunnygeminirecs]

The Songbird and the Sea by maia_archives

summary: " In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East."

pairings: yoongi/jimin, taehyung/jungkook, rm/jin

completed: 2017-12-25

make sure to read the tags!

honestly so good!!! I've read this so many times!! and I'm going to again!!! had to make this my first rec bc she is so iconic <3

[britishhusbands]

can you rec me some long yoonkook fics?

sure here are some yoonkook fics that i loved:

if you love me won't you say something by 777335

this moment for live by misspamela

fool me once by bazooka

off the record by sears

rimshot by bwichimbap

5201314 by notyoongs