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Okay so I saw this and was like YOONKOOK YES and then was like YOONGI DEMON YES and even though we’ve got badboy Jungkook it’s like… not asshole Jungkook, so I could be here for it, you know?

This fic was dark but not heavy, which made it easy to open up each chapter and keep reading. I like Yoongi’s little fascination with Jungkook and how Jungkook, despite his nothing-fucks-with-me attitude, gets scared in the reality of death. Somehow, even though the wordcount is low and chapter 3 ends with them admitting their feelings in a way, I’m surprised how this still felt like a slowburn? So that was interesting to watch unfold so quickly yet slowly. I’m having trouble explaining what I mean, oh well.

And the lesbian power couple at the end? YES.

But, is it not over? I saw the epilogue, but it says on going? idk. I will be here for lil demon Jungkook learning the ropes.

Love and Death | Masterlist

— GENRE; angst, smut — PAIRING; demon!yoongi x jungkook — AU; demon — DISCLAIMER; mentioning of drugs, alcohol, death, nsfw-content — written with @cassiavioletblue​

SUMMARY; Leaning against the stone wall, Jungkook leaned his head back, inhaling the smoke deeply and blew it out with pursed lips. He enjoyed the calm and dark of this alley. He could see the lights from the shops around from here, could hear the people walking down the main street. No one bothered coming down here. There was nothing but trash containers and worn out waiters that took way too many breaks. No one got lost here.  No one normal at least. 

There was an uncomfortable sound, like dragging shards across concrete and with a little delay Jungkook realized that it was someone clearing his throat. Or something. 

“You’re quite the creature of habit aren’t you?” He commented at finding Jungkook in the same spot doing the same thing […]. “Most people when faced with death try to change their lives, be healthier or better versions of themselves.” He nodded towards the cigarette in Jungkook’s hand. “Not you apparently.”

— CHAPTERS; 1 | 2 | 3 | EPILOGUE

ao3;

“Yeah?” Namjoon asks. “What is it, Jiminie. Tell me what you need,” he says, and all of that thick complication from earlier bubbles to the surface, enough for Jimin to finally understand what it is.

Want. Longing. Something desperate.

All of it festering inside Jimin.

“Namjoon,” Jimin whispers, winding his arms around Namjoon’s neck. “Kiss me like you love me.”

Or, Jimin just wanted to know how Namjoon fucks—but ends up uncovering more Actual Feelings than he knows what to do with.

THESE GODDAMN IDIOTS. Why do I keep reading this trope. The "oh we clearly like each other but we aren't gonna say it" trope. WHY DO I LIKE IT SO MUCH? Ugh, I usually hate angst but I really enjoyed watching the emotions constantly warp the "no strings attached" super hot smut scenes in this story. I also liked how they came to admitting their feelings in a messy way. It gave me Hooked vibes in the way that Jimin had to confront his own feelings about himself and his perceptions of his partners before he could truly let Joon in.

It feels like more than a crush, sometimes, in those quiet moments when they could be the only two in the library, with the way they're focused on each other, when Jungkook purposefully pronounces something wrong just to make Namjoon laugh, when his face scrunches with a smile that makes him look particularly young and human and beautiful. When Jungkook trusts him enough to confess his inexperience, and ask for help.

(aka Namjoon lies about having a hook-up. Jungkook lies about needing sex advice. They are a match made in disaster-gay heaven.)

tutor Namjoon? again? YES, THANK YOU. 

This fic switches between namjoon and jungkook’s perspectives to give us a well-rounded POV of chaotic virgo. it has nosy and ridiculous friends, connoodling, both of them pining without too much angst, and one of the best “first times” I’ve ever read because of how well it plays with the reality of inexperience while still being so enjoyable to read. **also the smut is the very last chapter so u can read this without the smut if you just skip the last chapter!!

“You do know if I get a fuckin’ spider in my hair or something right now your dick is not getting sucked, right?”

Jungkook pulls back, hands still fisted in Hoseok’s shirt. “You were gonna suck my dick?”

This fic has a unique writing style that feels more like poetry than a short story. It captures the kind of whimsical nature of a getaway with a blooming lover. It’s silly and soft. (and based on in the soop)

“Hey daddy.”

Namjoon’s head snaps up, and there’s a frown tugging at the corners of his lips, visible even from where he’s sitting on the couch, a heavy novel propped open on his lap.

Jeongguk smirks, eyes twinkling with mischief, the heady sounds of Jimin’s and Taehyung’s laughter egging him on. “Daddy,” he purrs again, opting for a sultry tone. “Daddy, spank me.”

Bratty Kook with Dom Namjoon. A pairing we love to see time and time again. This is idolverse I think? for anyone who needs to know. It is a flirty piece that gets down with the smut, so a quick read without angst!

Taehyung's plan is simple: fall in love with Jeon Jungkook and ace his final assignment.

(Spoiler: it isn't that simple.)

This was such a pleasant ride. I really enjoyed how the characters unfolded to us and into each other. Taehyung's struggle as a trapped rich heir is a refreshing take that focuses on his struggle rather than his arrogance. The parallel with Jungkook's situation is one we see often, but we see that Jungkook sticks to his family rather than abandoning everything for selfishness. Taehyung's journey to love left me fearful he would hurt Jungkook, but in the end he only does it to quickly resolve in the name of art. Plus, the original plot of doing this for the art is never lost, always central to building the themes of the story. (And of course, I'mma sucker for Taehyung losing the upperhand to Jungkook).

This had a very traditional enemies to lovers story that was refreshing. I like how they both started out as liking each other, but the misunderstanding led to Jimin not liking Yoongi. Plus, the pacing of the story puts us on Jimin’s side only to then feel bad for Yoongi and his miscalculations with the review! You have such an attention to appearance and clothing that I always forget about, but it makes the scenes feel more alive!

Where the fuck can I get Curried in the Dark, btw. How can you write so vividly about food and not give the recipe. Rude.

Bittersweet Spring

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin

Rating: mature, 18+

Genre: e2l!au, smut, the tiniest bit of angst, fluff, and humor

Length: 6.4K

Summary: The annual Chocolate Festival kicks off the spring season in the city each year. As a confectioner and purveyor of everything sweet, Jimin can’t wait to participate in the artisanal chocolate contest. His candy shop, The Sweetest Thing, is still new and winning the contest would bring acclaim and customers. Just one thing stands in the way. Min Yoongi, local food critic and resident sourpuss, can’t stand Jimin or his ridiculously sweet treats. Yoongi’s food blog, One Bite At A Time, is well-read, and he’s bashed Jimin’s shop once before. Now, Yoongi’s one of the judges of the contest, and Jimin knows the despicable man will do everything he can to sully his shop’s reputation. As the contest approaches, the passionate and angry tension between them comes to a head.

Contains/Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, D/s dynamics, bossy Jimin, eager to please Yoongi, kissing, hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names, hate sex (kind of), oral sex, throat fucking, come swallowing, hand job, coming in underwear

Author’s Note And Thanks: This fic is my contribution to the Spring Sprouts collab! I had a lot of fun turning this fic idea that I had months ago into a spring time story. I have to thank Moon (@kingsuckjin​) and Lil (@hesperantha​) for beta reading and letting me bounce ideas around with them. This story would not have gotten finished without their help! To my readers, I know this is different from what I usually write. I hope it’s still something you enjoy reading. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear from you after you read this story. Send me a message. Make a comment. Reblog and keyboard smash in the tags. Every little bit of feedback you give me makes a huge difference.

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This March

“It’s finally my time. Finally. This is my chance.” Jimin’s staring at his completed entry form for the city’s 14th annual artisanal chocolate contest. The contest is at the beginning of April and is one of the main events at the spring Chocolate Festival. Jimin can’t wait to compete. His chocolate shop, The Sweetest Thing, is just six months old. Winning this contest will garner him and his business lots of good publicity. It’s exactly what he needs to become a true success.

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This fic has canon chaotic but shy jinkook. With canon chaotic meddling bangtan. Two of my favorite things.

DAMN is Jin HORNY. MY DUDE. I was getting nervous for all of his daydreaming, like boy you gonna get caught. Not to mention that I was also getting HOT AND BOTHERED by Jin’s imagination like DAMN DUDE.

And confident Jungkook who gets all pouty when he fucks up? And Jin being the sweetheart he is? I LOVE IT. FAVORITE JINKOOK TROPE. 

And of course, what I loved in a teaser you posted, the shout out to fanfic. That was so simple and easily integrated in the story and even used as a climax point. I was like “wow, guess i should try using fanfic tropes as a pickup line”.

If you are looking for a lighthearted-turned-sexy-back-to-lighthearted-fic, this is it!

Long Ball

Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

Rating: 18+

Genre: fluff, smut. idiots to lovers. Non-idol au, OT7 friends au

Words: 8k

Warnings: ogling; age difference; thinly-veiled discussion of dick size; sexy musings including: oral sex, spanking, slight power play, a little minor butt stuff; handjob; spit as lube; come as lube; basically anything but lube as lube; unrealistic refractory period; cuddling; Jimin is the best and bro-iest bro and he deserves better.

Summary: Jungkook’s unexpected wardrobe choice for a spring picnic makes Seokjin’s brain malfunction.

AN: For the Spring Sprouts collab! All the thanks to @btsaudge and @hauntedlilies for beta reading.

Seokjin pauses in front of the large framed mirror by his front door to take a last look, adjusting the collar of his shirt and checking the contents of his basket for the fourth time. He reassures himself he hasn’t forgotten utensils or napkins, confirms the ice pack is good and cold, the egg salad sandwiches are prettily stacked, and the absolute masterpiece of a floral salad is nestled safely at the bottom. It’s just a casual get-together, the first really nice weekend they’ve all had free, and there’s finally time to congregate, eat, and generally do nothing for the entire day. Maybe he overdressed a bit, but if a picnic isn’t the perfect occasion to wear something pink and patterned and generally a little ridiculous, he can’t think of a better one. He considers snatching the oversized fluffy sweater off the back of the armchair, but decides against it.

The car is already mostly full so he piles in beside Namjoon in the backseat, laughing at the way his knees are jammed hard into the seat in front of him.

“Want me to move up?” asks Taehyung politely from the seat in front of Seokjin.

“No, I’m fine. Thanks though,” he answers, catching Jimin’s eye in the rearview as he smirks and wiggles a little, but definitely doesn’t offer to move his seat up as he shifts into reverse to back out of the driveway. Instead of turning right, the way Seokjin expects, Jimin takes a left.

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The sexiest part of this piece? Jimin's creative checkins and assessments, of course. What a man what a man what a mighty mighty good man.

I love Joon's lil mini journey to being a sub here 🥺 as always, you have a way of drawing us into the scene! I felt like I was trying to coax myself into letting go along with Joon.

pairing: namjoon x jimin genre: smut, 18+ readers only word count: 5.1k

summary: namjoon has worked as a bodyguard for an upscale BDSM dungeon for long enough to know that jimin is the most sought-after dom there. it only takes one miscommunication for namjoon to discover firsthand why that is.

warnings: unedited, sexually explicit content, power bottom!jimin, sub top!namjoon, unprotected sex, degradation, light pain play, BDSM dynamics, kinda temperature play, i think that's it but i'm so out of practice so i apologise if i missed something

a/n: this piece came to fruition thanks firstly to the @armyadvocates AAPI Justice and Advocacy initiative, and secondly to the kind commissioner @goldenwallsvol6 on twitter who requested this (i'm so sorry for not including everything you asked for, i got a little carried away kdsjfdssk). please check out the AAPI initiative here, consider donating, and check out the resources that come with it.

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Clocking in to work has become such a routine for Namjoon that he often finds himself switching his brain off, preoccupied with half-thoughts as his body runs on autopilot.

He signs in, uses the staff changing room to replace his sweats with the company standard uniform - a tight t-shirt and slim fit jeans, the belt of which he hooks his keys on. He doesn’t actually start his shift for another couple minutes, and so he ducks to the bathroom, chews a breath mint, and stretches before heading out of the office and down the narrow hallway that leads to the den.

In fact, it takes him a few steps into the dungeon before his automatic schedule is disrupted.

It appears Namjoon is entirely alone in the facility.

His steps, taken with heavy-duty boots, echo around the hollow space with nothing but the walls to absorb them. It’s a Thursday night (he consults his phone just to be sure) and he was on the closing shift. On any usual day, he’d be starting work right at the bustling high of the BDSM dungeon, yet he finds himself wandering alone.

Shaped in a rough X, the center of the dungeon is open-plan, with more private spaces forking off. The wing he’s in is generally full of swingers and kinksters making use of costume changing stations and a room full of cleaning supplies and disposables like condoms or wet wipes. It was always the calmest section, but never dead like this.

In a daze, Namjoon glances inside the rooms anyway, half-expecting the place to burst into life at any given moment. But it stays undisturbed, and in no time he’s in the central atrium, weaving through bolted-down couches, benches and racks until he can sink onto a stool at the bar.

Coherent thought escapes him. His brain flails for a reason, but the absurdity of an entirely vacant sex dungeon has him lost for words. After a moment, in restless futility, he stands back up and goes behind the bar, back further into the mini storage/kitchen that he knows features a window.

Outside the narrow, slightly dusty frame is an empty parking lot. His heart sinks, feeling sorely left behind and out of the loop, but a glint catches his eye. Pressing his nose to the glass, he squints and peeks a somewhat familiar vehicle, pulled into the closest park to the entrance of the dungeon.

Namjoon stares pointedly at the Hyundai, racking his brain. God, who was it that had a-

A wooden scrape from behind has Namjoon jumping in violent fright, catching his forehead on the protruding frame of the window. Cursing, he whirls around and glimpses movement further inside. Another drawn-out scrape is followed by a very human-sounding huff.

Heart still racing, Namjoon makes his way out of the storage area and stands behind the bar, seeking out the presence.

“Oh, shit, you gave me a heart attack!” Park Jimin stands off to the left of the room, hands on his hips and head tilted back in relief. “I thought you were a burglar.”

“No,” Namjoon states redundantly, mouth not quite working beyond that. He knew he recognised that silver SUV - every Thursday he watched Jimin hop into it and pull away after a long night of scening. The two had exchanged words often, more than Namjoon could say for most patrons. Being the bouncer for a sex dungeon didn’t lead to that much genuine conversation, but he always appreciated the effort Jimin would put in, hair wet with sweat and lips curved with happy exhaustion but still asking Namjoon if he’d managed to work out whether it was birds or the neighbour’s cat eating his strawberry plants.

He forces himself to check back into the present when current-Jimin cocks his head with a slightly sheepish grin, awaiting an actual explanation. “I, um,” Namjoon stutters, having to avert his eyes to construct anything coherent, “I didn’t realise the club was shut, I’m honestly a little confused.”

Jimin’s smile drops, plush lips rounding in surprise. “Oh, really? Hoseok-hyung said he sent out emails to all the staff. There was a pipe leak so we called off our whole calender until Monday. Did you not get it? We’ve had troubles with work emails getting stuck in spam; something about a sex dungeon really seems to set off the detectors,” the man quips with a jovial lift of his brow.

Namjoon bites down on his tongue, offering up a silent nod of acknowledgement. He’d seen Jimin more times than he could count in black, red, royal purple. In the club he favoured leather, not buckled and studded but sleek and tight, often decorating his lithe body with harnesses, gauntlets and heavy rings instead. More often than not, he’d boast unsmudgable smokey eyes with sharp liner, cheekbones as harsh as they were dewy. It had taken a while, but Namjoon had eventually grown used to the sight, able to prevent chubbing up at the mere sight of his ass as he bent to open his car door.

For some reason, seeing him outside of that whole persona is far more intimidating. Still covered in a light sheen of sweat, that’s the only linker to the Jimin Namjoon is faced with today. He’s got chunky white sneakers weighing down his feet, long overalls rolled up at the cuffs to let some air reach his ankles. The overalls prove particularly problematic to Namjoon, as they don’t seem to have anything underneath. Namjoon can see collarbones, glorious collarbones, and the lean bare sides of Jimin’s torso. If he bent over, Namjoon would probably get a glimpse of his nipples. The thought dampens his mouth with need.

Jimin himself seems unaware of, or at least unbothered by, the way Namjoon stares  him down. Instead, he reaches down to push a cardboard box as tall as his waist across the hardwood floor closer to the bar one shove at a time. “Anyway, you’re welcome to head home. I’ll get Hoseok to add half an hour to your payslip for your troubles.”

“What are you doing here then?” Namjoon asks reflexively, cringing at how loud he’s accidentally pitched his voice.

Jimin’s face is surprisingly round without the stroke of makeup to emphasise dimensions, and when he beams at Namjoon, it softens his whole face even more. “I’m taking advantage of us being closed to install some new furniture. D’you wanna see?” He seems to reconsider, shooting Namjoon a worried look. “It is sex stuff, though.”

“I wasn’t expecting a bookshelf,” he answers honestly, and is rewarded with the bubbling sound of Jimin’s laughter, drowned out prematurely by another shove of the box. “Here,” Namjoon says suddenly, darting out from behind the bar, “let me help.”

At first, Jimin pushes while Namjoon pulls, but after a few grunts of exertion, steps back and lets Namjoon take over, not disguising the way his eyes linger on the way Namjoon’s biceps and pecs flex under his t-shirt sleeve. Obediently, Namjoon lets the bleach-blonde guide him to an open space near the centre of the room, depositing the weighty box there.

With a satisfied hum and a lingering glance at Namjoon’s body, Jimin bends over with a pen from his pocket, using the nib to pop and rip the tape on the box lid, yanking back the flaps with ferocious enthusiasm. He lets out a delighted cry upon lifting a frame of styrofoam out of the box, revealing the goods inside.

One at a time, he takes out oddly-shaped plates of metal, plastic baggies of bolts and screws, and some rubber caps. Kicking the empty box away, Jimin slots his hands back on his hips and grins at Namjoon. “Can you guess what it is?”

Namjoon takes a moment to consider the different sections of stainless steel. The largest isn’t flat, but a rectangle with a slight curve to it, the gentlest arc. The rest come in mirrored pairs, most just for structure, but four of them featuring heavy-duty O-rings. Though he works outside the play area, Namjoon can guess what those are for. “Something for bondage?” he ventures, stomach flipping when Jimin eyes glint with thinly veiled interest.

“A breeding bench,” Jimin explains, squatting to let his fingers trail down the side of one bar, “the metal feels sterile and cold for those that like it. Have you used one before?”

Namjoon feels unsteady on his feet. “No,” he answers, but the softness in his voice betrays his lack of aversion to the thought. But Jimin might think he was a dominant, too, Namjoon worries. Everyone else tended to. “Not yet,” he adds after a moment.

Jimin sucks in a silent but sharp breath, chin lifting. “I could use a hand setting it up. Would you mind…?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, no problem.” Namjoon tries to clear his throat, but the lump of anticipation remains. “Happy to help.”

“Excellent,” the dom beams, fishing around the pieces of styrofoam to locate the printed instructions, handing them to Namjoon. As Namjoon begins to make sense of them, looking over the basic diagrams, Jimin sits down on a nearby ottoman, intended for viewing the other stations, but continuing to face his new help instead. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you more anyway,” he divulges in a honeyed tone.

“Really?” Namjoon glances up from the instructions, feeling the heat of Jimin’s gaze. Even in worn overalls and unstyled hair, the man strikes a gorgeous image, and his posture screams distinguished dominant down to the curl of his fingers. His mere presence has Namjoon feeling off-balance in the most electric way. “There’s not much to know.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Jimin replies immediately, deadpan. “Why are you standing outside every night when you’re just as kinky as those of us indoors?”

“Excuse me?”

Jimin leans forward, legs splayed wide and elbows on his knees. His eyes are intently focused, blazing. “For a while it drove me crazy,” he starts, “you looked so familiar. I saw you every evening and couldn’t put my finger on it. But you used to scene here, didn’t you? Years ago.”

Namjoon’s heart stops beating, sitting heavy behind his ribs instead. “You- You’re not meant to approach people you know from the dungeon outside. It’s against the rules.”

“We aren’t outside,” Jimin counters. “I want to know why you stopped. You don’t look happy, Namjoon, seeing others come and go while you’re stuck to your post. Help me understand.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Namjoon stays silent, opening his mouth seeming too daunting a task. After a moment, Jimin swallows hard and sits back again, giving up the inquisition. Namjoon chooses to continue the task at hand, consulting the instructions.

The bench itself is a relatively simple setup. There’s two long cuts of steel in an X below the main panel for stability, four legs with the O-ring bars at either end, and the rubber caps on the bottom to avoid scratching the floor. As he putters around with the nuts and bolts, using a tiny spanner provided in the baggies to tighten them, he feels Jimin’s curious gaze on him. Silent.

Eventually, the silence has its desired effect, and Namjoon lets his internal thoughts vocalise. “I played here for a while. My partner and I ended up going our separate ways, and I wanted to give him space.” He doesn’t make eye contact, pulse thudding and heating the pieces of metal he fiddles with.

Jimin takes a short moment to reply, but it feels cavernous. “It’s been years, then. Hasn’t he had enough space yet?”

Namjoon’s eye twitches. How many nights had he stayed up with that exact question in mind? “It doesn’t feel right anymore. People would know me for who I was then. And I’m- I’m not that person.” His partner, an eager sub with a need for a firm hand, had asked Namjoon one day if he was sure he was really happy being a dom, and it had entirely dismantled the place in BDSM that he’d cultivated for himself. That sub was right, and he didn’t know how to adjust his course to fit his true desire.

So he’d pulled away entirely, unable to fully leave this world, but unsure of whether it still had a spot for him inside it. He just wants to feel what it’s like to let go in the way his subs did.  And as his hands focus on constructing the heavyset bench, his mind wanders deeper in this vein, loose-lipped enough to confess it all to Jimin.

Jimin listens without judgement, not even seeming surprised when Namjoon admits to feeling more submissive, and the lack of reaction is liberating in a way he couldn’t have expected.

It’s not until the final bolt is fastened in place and Namjoon leans back, slightly breathless, that Jimin stands up and approaches him again. He crouches in front of Namjoon, eyes tender and hesitant, reaching out a hand.

Confused, Namjoon holds his out, palm-up, and Jimin takes it carefully, circling his fingers around the narrowest part of his wrist. Still, it’s too meaty for Jimin’s fingertips to connect. He squeezes lightly, carefully, before locking his gaze with Namjoon again, who swears he’s no longer breathing.

“Do you want to try?” Jimin asks. His voice is low, soft but full-bodied. “Do you want to try to let go? Club rules would apply.”

And Namjoon is nodding, and the grip on his wrist is tightening, restraining, and Jimin’s surging forward, lips on his.

His free hand comes up to hook around the nape of Namjoon’s neck. He’s held there, unforgiving, as the dom deepens the kiss. There’s no space between them, just skin on skin, tongue on tongue. It’s uncoordinated on Namjoon’s part, but so calculated and thorough on Jimin’s, like he knows the exact way to unwind him.

Jimin’s fingers scratch up into Namjoon’s hairline. He’d been growing out the length a little for winter, just enough to cover his ears, and it provides leverage for Jimin to grip on and tug, tug, tug in sharp bursts, timed unevenly enough that Namjoon is never ready. Every pull sends an electric shock down his spine, right between his legs.

He’s hard already, achingly so, and it just worsens when Jimin shifts his weight, bringing a foot forward and over Namjoon’s thigh, half-caging his body flush against his.

Jimin’s body is hot, even through the denim overalls and searing when it’s skin-on-skin. Namjoon can hear himself panting when their mouths split apart briefly, but he can’t stop his head from spinning long enough to care.

Before long, a rumbling growl escapes Jimin’s throat, and his teeth find Namjoon’s lower lip, scraping and nipping at the flesh. It’s not until Namjoon’s hand is shaking in Jimin’s grip that he pulls away, eyes wild and alight.

Namjoon must look utterly debauched, with swollen lips, hazy eyes and rucked-up hair, but his cock is screaming to be touched, and his breaths become infused with pleas for more, begging Jimin to touch him.

“God, you greedy little thing,” Jimin remarks in wonder, and a shudder takes over Namjoon’s body. Jimin quirks a brow. “Good? Bad? I don’t know what you like.”

“Good,” Namjoon insists without shame, “oh my god, good. Say m-more like that.”

Jimin hums with a grin, hand on Namjoon’s neck slipping around front to fist his shirt, yanking it suddenly. “Up, then,” he barks, standing himself, “I want you on the bench you built for me. Thank God that body is good for something; it’s not much fucking use now, is it?”

Namjoon’s breath leaves him in a rush, and he gets up shakily, almost tripping over his own feet as he lowers himself back down on the end of the bench. It’s chillingly cold even through his jeans, and he trembles at the thought of touching it with bare skin. Jimin has no such qualms, however, planting his palm on Namjoon’s chest and pushing him backwards, insistently guiding him down without knocking his head on the metal.

His teeth chatter briefly, but it’s nothing compared to when Jimin clicks his tongue and reaches down to strip the thin fabric of his t-shirt off with one fell swoop, the stitches breaking as they’re forced over the broadest part of his shoulders.

Ice erupts across his back and he gasp, shooting up. Jimin’s hand prevents him from getting far, and his breathing grows loud and sharp, shivering violently as his body fights to warm up the steel. The slight arch of it slots perfectly into the divot of his spine, meaning every inch is flush against him.

“You stay where I put you,” Jimin scolds, flicking at a nipple in punishment. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it? You, lying here, asking to be degraded by somebody half your size? Pathetic. You’re lucky I’m a giving man.”

“Th-thank you,” Namjoon offers up with wide eyes. He doesn’t know the protocol, doesn’t even know how he should be acting as a sub, let alone as a sub for Jimin. He can barely believe the situation he’s ended up in, but he’s never felt so alive. The cold steel is a wakeup call to sluggish veins, his blood rushing faster than ever, most of it going straight to his dick.

Jimin huffs like he’s not quite pleased with the response - even as his eyes crinkle and glint with satisfaction - and simply hooks a finger into the waistband of Namjoon’s jeans, frowning. “Can’t even get undressed yourself. For goodness’ sake.”

Namjoon’s cheeks burn, and he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling so overwhelmed. Though it was years ago, the habit of being in control hasn’t left him, and part of him feels anxious being so vulnerable. Closing his eyes eases that, and Jimin lets him, briefly reaching up to give his upper arm a squeeze, a lilting hum asking the unworded question.

“I’m okay,” he breathes to the darkness behind his eyelids, and the squeeze returns before Jimin straightens up again, fingers yanking impatiently at Namjoon’s jeans, undoing them and yanking them off, taking his briefs with them.

The new level of nudity sends another shock of cold to his system, but this time Namjoon welcomes it with a groan, tilting his hips up so that his cock rests on his lower stomach. His fingers twitch, aching to wrap around himself.

His desire is answered, not with the delicious grip of fingers, but with the hard press of the heel of Jimin’s palm, pinning his hardness down without mercy. A moan dies in Namjoon’s throat as his body tries to curl inwards. A second hand holds him down still, leaving him unable to escape the heavy pressure.

He pants, writhing and toes curling, but Jimin just sighs softly, like he’s more relaxed than ever. “Such a waste,” he drawls, his voice blooming with all the flourishes of a Disney villain, “wanting to be treated like a slut, but what am I getting out of this? Hm?”

“U-uh-” Namjoon has no idea what to say, cracking his eyes open to seek out the comfort of acknowledgement above the level of the scene. His breath is taken away at the sight. Jimin, above him like an avenging angel, golden-haired and glittering with sweat, still fully clothed (as fully as you could call a single piece of denim). He finds Namjoon’s searching gaze and sends him a calm, dreamy smile of encouragement, before twisting his palm against the base of Namjoon’s dick, wringing a strangled groan out of the man. “You can take me,” he pants, filled with the urge to provide, to serve, “take what you want.”

Jimin tilts his head to the side, like this proposition is worth considering. As he makes a show of pondering, he taps his fingers lazily against his cock’s dripping head. Namjoon swallows the whimpers that threaten to bubble up, and forces his hips not to budge. “I’ll be honest with you,” Jimin says finally, “because you don’t deserve sugar-coating. If I was here with a fleshlight or a dildo, I would’ve come already. You’re wasting my precious time, sweet boy. I don’t want you to lay here and simper, I want you to be a good toy for me. So what’s it gonna be?”

Namjoon’s muscles are trembling; from his lips to his toes, he feels like he’s vibrating slightly, restless down to the very atoms that make him up. Jimin is patient, lazily drawing sticky patterns of precum on Namjoon’s abdomen with his pinky finger. Namjoon fights against the primal part of his brain for something coherent, replaying his words. Fleshlight or dildo. Be a good toy. Jimin was offering him the choice to top or bottom, Namjoon realises, and his cock twitches, feeling liberated and thoroughly taken apart with that heady mix of submission and power. He was giving control to Jimin, but never losing his choices.

For a moment, he does consider what it might feel like to let Jimin take him. He’d never bottomed before - at least not for anyone but his own fingers in his experimental years - but if anyone could make him feel safe, he suspected it would be the dom leaning over him. It’s once he really thinks about it that he knows he’s not ready, a thin strand of dread winding around his lungs that won’t go away until he’s stammering to Jimin that he can have Namjoon’s cock if he wants it.

Jimin sucks in a slow, pleased breath, a smile curling at his lips as he lays the weight of Namjoon’s length across the palm of his hand, looking it over. The chill of the steel beneath him is nothing compared to the iced shiver that runs through him upon being inspected in his most private area. Second most private, he corrects. Baby steps.

“I suppose,” Jimin declares finally with a sigh, “this should do. Not winning any awards, though, is it?” Namjoon’s cheeks burn with shame at the comment even as his face scrunches up in disagreement. If there was one thing to be proud of physically, it was that he could always bring his partners pleasure with the equipment he grew into.

Jimin sees the unfiltered reaction on Namjoon’s face and suddenly claps his free hand over his mouth, turning away. The giggle, impish and delicate, doesn’t get as muffled as he probably intended. “Dammit,” he mumbles, “stop being funny, that’s not fair.”

Namjoon blinks, still stark naked and hard as rock beneath the clothed and chuckling dom. “...Apologies,” he says after a pause, “but do you want to- um- are we-”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jimin says, clearing his throat and wiggling the muscles in his cheek to force the smile down. His fingers reach nimbly for the straps that hold his set of overalls on, and undresses down to skin as he takes some deep breaths as if to hype himself back into character. Once he’s done, he swings a leg over the metal bench and straddles Namjoon’s thighs with a swiftness that takes his breath away.

While it may take Jimin a second to slip back into his dom headspace after the break in mood, all Namjoon needs is the feeling of Jimin’s plump ass cheeks settling onto hs lap and he’s being smacked in the face with submission, ready to beg to feel it more intimately.

Jimin doesn’t wait for him to beg, however, rolling his body forward and down, all the way until their cocks are pinned together between their stomachs, and their noses bump. Close enough to kiss, Jimin stays right there, a breath away, and Namjoon freezes, unsure if he’s allowed to close the gap.

Pleased with the restraint shown, Jimin smirks, eyes wandering over Namjoon’s face in pure bemusement, slightly cross-eyed with their proximity. “Most toys can’t kiss back,” he mentions, a hand sliding up Namjoon’s forearm and shoulder to thumb at his jaw, tilting his head back and holding it in place, “so I figure I might as well treat myself.”

“Most?” is the final worried exclamation Namjoon manages to get out before lips are descending on his, and heat erupts.

There’s no way Namjoon could keep up. Not when his face is pressed tightly to Jimin’s, lips nipped at, tongue sucked at, and mouth thoroughly explored. Not when every inch of his front is pressed to Jimin’s, the latter’s nipples hard against the soft, relaxed flesh of Namjoon’s chest. Not when he becomes aware of slow rocking, Jimin grinding their cocks together.

It takes him an unknowable eternity of this to realise that the slow, indulgent groans passed between them aren’t all his, and that Jimin’s shifting motions are brought on by the way he’s reached behind himself with a finger slick with their shared spit, working himself open.

It’s that realisation that becomes the last straw for any of Namjoon’s reserves. He feels so - so passive, not even prepping the man who’s about to take his cock. He’s lying on unforgiving steel, body used as a grinding post and mouth deeply plundered, just a mindless toy, dumbed down to pleasure and need. He isn’t even really aware of his own body where Jimin isn’t touching it; he isn’t too sure where in space his hands are, or what his feet are doing. His lips are for Jimin and his cock is for Jimin and that’s enough to make him light-headed.

When Jimin sits up, Namjoon grunts a bit and fights for some clarity to help line himself up against Jimin’s awaiting body, but the dom just tuts and rebuffs the advances, suiting himself. Part of his weight is on Namjoon’s right shoulder as he props himself up, slowly bearing the rest down so that the head of Namjoon’s cock pushes inside.

The moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth is enough to make Namjoon’s bones shake, wishing he could hear it on repeat, and the dom certainly seems to be doing his best to make it a reality with the enthusiastic way he works his hips down in tight circles, clenching around the intrusion.

Namjoon feels like he’s floating, the hard edges of steel no longer grounding him. He doesn’t lift his hands up to hold onto Jimin, he doesn’t fuck up into him, he’s barely even looking at him with how low his eyes are lidded, but there’s liberation in that inaction.

The pressure to perform is entirely lifted, and he feels the pleasure twofold, once from his own sensation and then again like an echo with every sigh and groan that leaves Jimin’s lips.

The dom has the stamina of an athlete, lifting a leg up onto the metal base beside Namjoon’s hips to gain better leverage, and Namjoon has a front row seat to the way the muscles in Jimin’s thighs flex. They’re corded and thick, such an erotic contrast to the softness of his ass, and Namjoon feels drunk off of it.

He lets Jimin take what he wants, and he feels, and that’s all.

He doesn’t even think, not really, nothing deeper than mindless observation.

Jimin is beautiful, like nobody he’d seen before, and the lack of makeup and unstyled hair certainly doesn’t change that. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and that he’s sharing this experience with Namjoon. He sits up, leaning backwards with a hand on Namjoon’s knee instead of his shoulder, and the first time he plunges down, his whole body is wracked with a violent tremor.

“I’m close,” he pants outs, eyes flicking down to Namjoon, a lazy grin appearing momentarily, onto to be knocked off by an expression of pure euphoria as he swaps the bouncing out for grinding. He rocks his hips back and forth, Namjoon buried deeply inside, and seeks out his own end irrelevant of the body that cock belongs to.

Namjoon doesn’t care, loves the near out-of-body experience he’s having, and wills the pleasure to simmer long enough for Jimin to come first.

When Jimin gets really close, he loses some of the fluidity in his movements and becomes jagged, seizing up more and more until he’s stock still, breaths staccato and mouth wide open. The physical release follows soon after, and Namjoon shudders as hot white paints the underside of his chin and his chest.

Jimin has a hand around himself, tugging out every last drop as he sucks in desperate lungfuls of air, slowly curling in on himself until his burning forehead is on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, chest heaving.

Namjoon reaches his end without even noticing. The pleasure throughout his whole body is so electric that an orgasm is barely a notch higher, more so a spreading warmth throughout his body. Wet where Jimin’s still joined to him, and damp everywhere else with perspiration, but it’s blissful nonetheless.

Jimin heaves himself back upright after a brief interlude, brows furrowed as he glances down at Namjoon. “Did you- oh,” he remarks, shifting a little and seeing the cum that’s split around the base of Namjoon’s cock. He lets out a deep sigh, eyes slipping closed for a moment as he tips his head back. “Okay, bye-bye dom.”

Namjoon’s mind slips back into awareness at a snail’s pace, feeling first the way his throat has dried up a little and his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth. Then his voice comes back to him, and he coughs a little, blinking up at the dom above him. “Does dom have a return date by chance? That was… fucking incredible,” he admits.

Jimin laughs, the action causing him to clench around Namjoon. With playful fingers, he reaches down and lightly pinches the fat of Namjoon’s cheeks. “You’re too cute,” he declares, before lifting himself up and off, clicking his tongue at the rush of wetness that drips down his legs. “Far out, it’s like you haven’t nutted in a year.”

Namjoon feels his cheeks heat against his best intentions. “That’s just normal.”

Jimin sends him a sharp look, searching his face. “Holy fuck,” he muses, stalking over to the nearest station to raid a small drawer of wet wipes, “and you’ve been letting that beast sit out in the cold every night instead of coming in here? Masochist.”

It takes all the energy left in his body to sit up, but Namjoon gratefully accepts a fresh wad of wipes and begins to clean himself off. “The beast doesn’t pay the bills,” he quips, already feeling more casual with Jimin after their intense shared experience.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to enjoy its company on your free time,” Jimin offers up, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze with what appears to be a shy streak as he dresses himself.

Namjoon smiles, appreciating the gorgeous sight of Jimin’s body before he covers up. Appreciating even more the way he feels so comfortable in his presence, enough to let go the way he did. “I’d like that.”

"Oh no"? OH NO? JUNGKOOK WHAT DO U MEAN, IT IS 3AM AND THIS GUY IS A POS GO GET Y/N

agent of love - jjk | 05

➸  as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch.  he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.

masterlist

05 - sexless losers

a/n- so sorry for the delay in getting these out! im working really hard to make sure i can update a little more regularly!!! i hope you enjoy!!!

ARMY for AAPI

At the beginning of the spring season, we are faced with yet another intersectional atrocity in the United States. In the Georgia mass shooting last week, we lost Xiaojie Tan, Soon Chung Park, Delaina Yaun, Hyun Jung Grant, Daoyou Feng, Sun Cha Kim, and Yong Ae Yue. Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders have faced prejudice and violence for decades across the United States - prejudice and violence that has only continued to escalate with the proliferation of racist rhetoric with the onset of Covid.

ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy: This project campaigns to raise funds for various AAPI Justice and Advocacy programs, organizations, and groups by offering to write your requested fanfics. It is an attempt to focus the passion, activism, and financial power of our connections through a centralized means of organization and connection. We understand this project to be only a small contribution to the work that must be done to address issues of systemic oppression and violence and know we are always better and more powerful in community.

call for action: 

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allies, educate yourself!

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Thank you so, so much to the members of the AAPI and APIDA community who helped us clarify and build this event. Special thanks to @dee-ehn​ for giving her time and care labor to co-host this event with us :)

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Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund

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Shop and Support AAPI Community (a very brief list)

Popular Books by Asian Pacific American Authors (Amy Tan is AMAZING!)

Resources for Education:

Anti-Asian Violence Resources Caard (contains groups that are looking for involvement and volunteers)

Red Canary Song: Resources compiled for the benefit of Asian migrant communities, sex workers, and the overlap between the two of them (has volunteer opportunities!)

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One Nation Commission (also has ways to get involved)

Even if you cannot become a writer and are not interested in a submission, please consider donating to support AAPI community initiatives and funding!

ARMY for AAPI

At the beginning of the spring season, we are faced with yet another intersectional atrocity in the United States. In the Georgia mass shooting last week, we lost Xiaojie Tan, Soon Chung Park, Delaina Yaun, Hyun Jung Grant, Daoyou Feng, Sun Cha Kim, and Yong Ae Yue. Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders have faced prejudice and violence for decades across the United States - prejudice and violence that has only continued to escalate with the proliferation of racist rhetoric with the onset of Covid.

ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy: This project campaigns to raise funds for various AAPI Justice and Advocacy programs, organizations, and groups by offering to write your requested fanfics. It is an attempt to focus the passion, activism, and financial power of our connections through a centralized means of organization and connection. We understand this project to be only a small contribution to the work that must be done to address issues of systemic oppression and violence and know we are always better and more powerful in community.

call for action: 

elevate the voices of those impacted

allies, educate yourself!

donate with time, money, or energy

Thank you so, so much to the members of the AAPI and APIDA community who helped us clarify and build this event. Special thanks to @dee-ehn​ for giving her time and care labor to co-host this event with us :)

Rules for Submission: 

To participate, donate! See the bottom of the post for some suggestions on where you might donate.

Capture evidence of your donation. Please don’t hesitate to blur out personal information, but make sure your donation amount and the receiving organization is visible.

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We welcome requests for all members and pairings. However, topics of  noncon, underage sexual content, explicit violence or abuse of any kind are not welcome.

Please note: you can request a specific participating author, but these are  available for any author to complete.

Consider clicking on the other resources to get involved or educated!

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**Please note that few authors are interested or able to write more than 3k. If you would like to submit more than one request, you are welcome to.

Join as an Author:

 If you would like to participate, reblog this post and contact the discord mods @joopiterjoon​ or @wwilloww​ to be added to the Discord where we will post commissions. You can also donate as an author as well :D!

Places to Donate (please note that all donation links are for websites that also have great resources and information!)

AAPIP.Org

The AAPI Civic Engagement Fund

Asian Americans Advancing Justice - Atlanta

Asian American Advocacy Fund

This article organizes organizations in need of donations by focus and impact. 

Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund

AAPI Progressive Action

National Asian American Women’s Forum

This document outlines organizations by state, as well as small businesses and individual mutual aid/donation funds. 

Other Ways to Support:

Send letters and emails to your elected officials and sign this petition!

The AAPI COVID-19 Project (recruiting for surveys and interviews!)

Know, Vote for, and Support Politicians endorsed by AAAF

If you’re a college student, seek out programs, clubs, and events on your campus! Even attending Zoom meetings shows support in numbers.

Check if your local town hall or city government is having a meeting this week or next to address racial violence or injustice in your area.

Shop and Support AAPI Community (a very brief list)

Popular Books by Asian Pacific American Authors (Amy Tan is AMAZING!)

Resources for Education:

Anti-Asian Violence Resources Caard (contains groups that are looking for involvement and volunteers)

Red Canary Song: Resources compiled for the benefit of Asian migrant communities, sex workers, and the overlap between the two of them (has volunteer opportunities!)

Resources for Continued Learning: AAPI and Black History/Solidarity (contains groups that are looking for involvement and volunteers)

One Nation Commission (also has ways to get involved)

Even if you cannot become a writer and are not interested in a submission, please consider donating to support AAPI community initiatives and funding!

Bittersweet Spring

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin

Rating: mature, 18+

Genre: e2l!au, smut, the tiniest bit of angst, fluff, and humor

Length: 6.4K

Summary: The annual Chocolate Festival kicks off the spring season in the city each year. As a confectioner and purveyor of everything sweet, Jimin can’t wait to participate in the artisanal chocolate contest. His candy shop, The Sweetest Thing, is still new and winning the contest would bring acclaim and customers. Just one thing stands in the way. Min Yoongi, local food critic and resident sourpuss, can’t stand Jimin or his ridiculously sweet treats. Yoongi’s food blog, One Bite At A Time, is well-read, and he’s bashed Jimin’s shop once before. Now, Yoongi’s one of the judges of the contest, and Jimin knows the despicable man will do everything he can to sully his shop’s reputation. As the contest approaches, the passionate and angry tension between them comes to a head.

Contains/Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, D/s dynamics, bossy Jimin, eager to please Yoongi, kissing, hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names, hate sex (kind of), oral sex, throat fucking, come swallowing, hand job, coming in underwear

Author’s Note And Thanks: This fic is my contribution to the Spring Sprouts collab! I had a lot of fun turning this fic idea that I had months ago into a spring time story. I have to thank Moon (@/kingsuckjin) and Lil (@/hesperantha) for beta reading and letting me bounce ideas around with them. This story would not have gotten finished without their help! To my readers, I know this is different from what I usually write. I hope it’s still something you enjoy reading. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear from you after you read this story. Send me a message. Make a comment. Reblog and keyboard smash in the tags. Every little bit of feedback you give me makes a huge difference.

This March

“It’s finally my time. Finally. This is my chance.” Jimin’s staring at his completed entry form for the city’s 14th annual artisanal chocolate contest. The contest is at the beginning of April and is one of the main events at the spring Chocolate Festival. Jimin can’t wait to compete. His chocolate shop, The Sweetest Thing, is just six months old. Winning this contest will garner him and his business lots of good publicity. It’s exactly what he needs to become a true success.

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Long Ball

Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

Rating: 18+

Genre: fluff, smut. idiots to lovers. Non-idol au, OT7 friends au

Words: 8k

Warnings: ogling; age difference; thinly-veiled discussion of dick size; sexy musings including: oral sex, spanking, slight power play, a little minor butt stuff; handjob; spit as lube; come as lube; basically anything but lube as lube; unrealistic refractory period; cuddling; Jimin is the best and bro-iest bro and he deserves better.

Summary: Jungkook’s unexpected wardrobe choice for a spring picnic makes Seokjin’s brain malfunction.

AN: For the Spring Sprouts collab! All the thanks to @btsaudge and @hauntedlilies for beta reading.

Seokjin pauses in front of the large framed mirror by his front door to take a last look, adjusting the collar of his shirt and checking the contents of his basket for the fourth time. He reassures himself he hasn’t forgotten utensils or napkins, confirms the ice pack is good and cold, the egg salad sandwiches are prettily stacked, and the absolute masterpiece of a floral salad is nestled safely at the bottom. It’s just a casual get-together, the first really nice weekend they’ve all had free, and there’s finally time to congregate, eat, and generally do nothing for the entire day. Maybe he overdressed a bit, but if a picnic isn’t the perfect occasion to wear something pink and patterned and generally a little ridiculous, he can’t think of a better one. He considers snatching the oversized fluffy sweater off the back of the armchair, but decides against it.

The car is already mostly full so he piles in beside Namjoon in the backseat, laughing at the way his knees are jammed hard into the seat in front of him.

“Want me to move up?” asks Taehyung politely from the seat in front of Seokjin.

“No, I’m fine. Thanks though,” he answers, catching Jimin’s eye in the rearview as he smirks and wiggles a little, but definitely doesn’t offer to move his seat up as he shifts into reverse to back out of the driveway. Instead of turning right, the way Seokjin expects, Jimin takes a left.

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This book is absolutely wonderful. I assign chapters for my literature analysis essay because there is so, so much to drive into. Amy Tan weaves themes through her language and scenes in a nuanced way that leaves so much to uncover and consider.

The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan

Books by Asian American and Pacific Islander Americans to Read All Year

We are dedicated to promoting, celebrating, and supporting our Asian American and Pacific Islander creators, readers, and community. Below, check out some incredible books by our AAPI creators to read all year round.

The Surprising Power of a Good Dumpling by Wai Chim

When Anna’s not looking after her brother and sister or helping out at her father’s restaurant, she’s taking care of her mother, whose debilitating mental illness keeps her in bed most days. When her mother finally gets out of bed, things go from bad to worse. And as her mother’s condition worsens, Anna and her family question everything they understand about themselves and each other.

Zara Hossain is Here by Sabina Khan

Seventeen-year-old Pakistani immigrant Zara Hossain’s family has waited years for their visa process to be finalized so that they can officially become US citizens. But it only takes one moment for that dream to come crashing down around them.

K-Pop Confidential by Stephan Lee

In this romantic coming-of-age novel, a Korean American girl travels to Seoul in hopes of debuting in a girl group at the same K-pop company behind the most popular boy band on the planet. 

I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn

When Kimi visits her grandparents in Japan, she is relieved to escape her problems back home. But soon the trip becomes a way for Kimi to learn more about the mother she left behind, and to figure out where her own heart lies.

Caster & Spell Starter by Elsie Chapman

Aza Wu knows that real magic is dangerous and illegal. After all, casting killed her sister. But to save the legacy of their family teahouse, she enters an underground casting tournament and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan

Rukhsana is finding it impossible to live up to her conservative Muslim parents’ expectations. Luckily, it’s only a few more months until her new life at Caltech. But when her parents catch her kissing her girlfriend, all of Rukhsana’s plans fall apart.

Lovely, Dark, and Deep by Justina Chen

When Viola Li returns from a trip, she develops an extreme case of photosensitivity. But Viola is determined to maintain a normal life, particularly after she meets Josh. 

Awh i love how this piece plays on Jimin being a baby. It definitely would be a teasing point in a relationship with him

‘Cause You Love Me | PJM

🤍 Summary: Jimin wants to stay in bed, but only if you’re there with him. 🤍 Pairing: Jimin x Female!Reader 🤍 Genre: Fluff, established relationship 🤍 Rating: G 🤍 Warnings: None 🤍 Word Count: 1.1k 🤍 A/N: This is a cute little something I wrote for the wonderful and lovely @hobeemin​!!! Happy birthday dearest Beezy!!!! Sending you this drabble and lots and lots of virtual love on your special day!! 🤗💙

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Masterpiece | KTH x KNJ

+PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Kim Namjoon

+GENRE: Oneshot, crack, angst, smidge of smut, College AU, stranger to lover

+WORD COUNT: ~13k

+RATING: 18+

+WARNING: Taehyung has face blindness, NSFW, (very) foul language, overuse of the word penis and it’s synonyms, pinning, misunderstandings, Namjoon is like real’ dumb, a little hanky panky but nothing scandalous.

+SUMMARY: 

“So let me recap here, you don’t know his name, his major, his department, his age, his number, nor his face. The only clue you have is this drawing, which basically looks like a textbook example of unrealistic body expectations. You apparently know every nook and cranny of his [REDACTED], but you didn’t have the decency to ask his name? You deserve this.” He cackles, angering Taehyung.

(OR the one where Taehyung has face blindness but that won’t stop him from finding love. )

+A/N: Well, it’s been almost a year since I’ve posted anything, and almost as much time since i last wrote anything (except for the occasional guilt writing lmao). So this is me coming back with a vengeance (and the dumbest thing i’ve ever written). This is all thanks to (or to be blamed on) @minloop who put up with my non-stop messaging, gave me some plot ideas, and actually inspired me to finish this in three days. Thank you to my baby @emojihobi​ for the emotional support and the beta reading 💖

+Disclaimer: I got all my info on face blindness from google searches, so please forgive any inaccuracy.

Face blindness has definitely made Taehyung’s life difficult. 

There’s the obvious problem of not being able to recognize your parents. Remember this childhood trauma of holding a random stranger’s hands in the mall, thinking it’s your mother or father? Taehyung had to live through that many, many times; except he wouldn’t realize until said stranger would shake his hand off, or until his parents would swoop in to get him. The fact that he’s never been kidnapped is down to pure luck, really.

Making friends, you guessed it, has also been a challenge. It’s difficult explaining to kids why you ignored them when you saw each other in the hallway. Kids don’t always understand “I didn’t recognize you” as an explanation, especially if you’ve been in the same class since pre-k.

But this? This is a new and unforeseen crisis.

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Did it take me over a month to read everythinf you added in since betareading?

Yes

Do i regret it?

YES?!?!?!?!?!

THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT CONSENT FUN AND SEXY AND EXPLICIT

Me and my explicit consent kink.

All the little things you added! AND GOOD BOY. MY HEART MELTED. and the dream? The little signs that reader can take control if she wants, and then just being knocked the fuck out... literally.

THE CUMPLAY

THE CUMPPAY

AAAAAAAAAAAHWYEGECQOC973B3BF8C6ET62I3947HELZPANWVE7

Maybe it is because my heart rate ia already up from working out but THREE CHEERS FOR THAT ADDED ENDING.

And you know, the cute little scenes of sleepy reader and the poetic stuff about oceans.

BUT OTHERWISE

WheW

restless sleep | myg

PAIRING yoongi x reader

RATING explicit. 18+

GENRE smut. fluff. established relationship. sleeping beauty!au. 

WC 4.5k

SUMMARY When one of you is always asleep, spending quality time together becomes easier to do in dreamworld, especially when you’re clear with Yoongi exactly what it is you’ve been fantasizing about. 

WARNINGS AND TAGS explicit conversation about somnophilia and consent. consensual somnophilia. fingering. mouth fucking. grinding. dirty talk. unprotected sex within an established relationship. creampie. cum play.

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The Rightish Reasons

YoonJin

Kim Seokjin loves acting. That's what they'll put in his obituary, probably, right after his family details, because that's the only thing that matters about him. That, and that he's gay, and that his temper snapped one time and ruined his entire career before it had a chance to be what he knows it could have become.

His last chance to prove himself comes in the form of a reality TV show, a Bachelor-style outing that will show he still has the softness to be a romantic lead. And it's embarrassing, and messy, and full of quirky guys and their weird habits and fame-seeking and secret agendas that he doesn't have the energy to deal with. But it's just a job, and Seokjin never turns down a chance when it's offered, and the biggest comfort of playing the starring role on Destined Hearts is that Seokjin knows his own heart will never be destined for anything but the screen.

Listen, I barely fucking slept while reading this. If you are a fan of the Bachelor or any of those shows, if you simply know how they work, you MUST read this. It is so fucking good. The humor, the plot, the twists and turns. It’s just so well-rounded and developed and fucking ENJOYABLE. The author even pulls in extra characters and juggles all their interactions and moments so vividly.

OMLOY- Parents

Pairing: Jin x reader [Drabbles Masterlist]

Genre/Tags: PG, established relationship au, Fluff, Puns

Word count: 700

A/n: It’s been awhile since I wrote for this series. Here is another holiday-themed one :)

Jin’s apartment smells absolutely heavenly. As you take your shoes off, the sweet and savory smells of fresh-baked ham fill the small living room.

“Something smells delicious!” You sing, prancing into the open space excitedly. Jin, bent over the oven, almost smacks his head on the exhaust fan as he straightens.

“Don’t scare me like that!” He wags the baster to accompany his scolding.

“I knocked!” You pout, taking a seat at the island. You put your head in your hands as you prop up on the counter. Jin is half-dressed, his nicest jeans on and a loose button up rolled to his sleeves. He’s wearing that ridiculous Kiss the Chef apron, too, covered in worried smudges. “You look delicious, too.”

“Of course I look great. It’s all I have going for me,” Jin grumbles, squatting to check the ham again. The opening of the oven sends another waft of brown sugar in your face.

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes. Jin has not stopped freaking out the entire weekend since you invited him to your impromptu holiday gathering. Some family members from out of town were in, holidays were close, so you thought it might be a good time to introduce your boyfriend. “Jin, you’ll be fine. You offered to make the fucking main dish, everyone is ecstatic. My whole family hates to cook.”

“I am not surprised,” Jin says as he checks a temperature thermometer. If he wasn’t legitimately worried, you’d throw a salt-shaker at his sassy remark. Instead, you chuck an oven mitt at him.

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Dangerous Pairing M.List

Genre: Supernatural & Fantasy AU/Forbidden Romance

Pairing(s): Namjoon x (f) OC & Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi

Rating: 18+

Warning(s): All chapters are individually noted, but all contain mature content. Please read with caution.

Inspiration: MB & Playlist

Credit:  Many thanks to @jeonggukingdom​ for the banner 💜💜

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Official Series M.list

🌙 Prologue

🌙 Part 1

🌙 Part 2

🌙 Part 3

jungkook x taehyung x namjoon x jimin

Jungkook moved to Jeolla-do to live with his aunt and go to college. On the list of things he wasn't expecting, meeting three overwhelmingly cute boys who tell him magic is real was fairly high.

But here he is. And all because he wanted to pet a cat.

more like "like the moon my heart is FULL AND PULLED TOWARDS THE OCEAN OF TEARS OVER NEVER HAVING A LOVE LIKE THIS" soft cottagecore poly witches. Even the lil bit of angst is soft.

namjoon x jungkook

Very rare limited edition confident gay Namjoon. Who is an underwear model. With not-new-but-never-overdone shy inlove Jungkook who is starstruck to be stuck in an elevator with him.