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Since the World has been on a temporary pause, I’ve read quite a lot of fics to pass the time ☺️ So here are my Quarantine Reads
Part One: Guarded
This series is just starting and I’m already loving it! The sexual tension, action and dynamic in this fic is *french kiss* divine. I’m really excited for the next chapters that are to be released and see more of namjoon and y/n’s childhood and what was the final straw that made her leave. ALSO i’m excited for their relationsship to blossom nd hopefully they trust eachother more🥺
guarded | jhs x reader | chapter one: fan mail
summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, eventual smut
rating: 18+
word count: 2.8K
Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04
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You stare at the words for a moment before folding the paper in half and slipping it back into the envelope you pulled it from.
Honestly?
It’s not the first time you’ve gotten a threat. It happens from time to time in this line of work.
But this note plucks a chord of anxiety inside of you. Must be the eleven missed calls you suspect go hand-in-hand with your little love letter. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for a half-hour now.
“Are you okay?”
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Part Two: His Side, Her Side
I’ve been reading the chapters whenever it pops up on my tl but whenever I read one chapter, it always blows me away. Although the plot is kind of sad that, no matter how they try, they wont end up with eachother:((((((( but it’s really fun to read both of their perspective and I just really love this fic and how its angsty ❤️❤️
his side, her side | 12:02 a.m.
genre: angst/fluff/implied smut;
pairing: reader x jungkook;
length: 1.7k;
synopsis: a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be.
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Part Three: The Key to My Drawer
ok I really have to talk about this series BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! this is one of my new favorite series and I LITERALLY CANT WAIT for new chapters to come out but i was really intrigued with the plot. I really love the best friend to lovers trope and I can’t wait for taehyung’s reaction when he find out that y/n’s been reading his letters!!!!!
The Key to My Drawer (M)
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: best friends au/angst/eventual smut 18+
wc: 511
warnings: cursing
a/n: thank you to whoever sent in this title
date: June 27, 2020
You weren’t one to snoop, much less on your best friend’s belongings, but Taehyung had let you in while he went down to grab the mail. You had gone into his bedroom, sat on his bed and spotted a small key sitting on the bedside table.
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Part Four: Flower
Still one of my favorite fics of all time!!! they finally moved in together! which I’m excited for and I can’t wait for their relationship to develop even more!! every sunday i always look forward to more Flower updates and it literally is the highlight of my day!!
Flower | 28
; Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Fluff
; Word Count: 4.3k
; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?
; A/N: After a month of no Flower…here’s a chapter. Please reblog and let me know what you thought in comments or an as! I’ve been struggling a lot with writing lately and feedback really does help to motivate me!
; Flower Masterpost
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Part Five: Sugar and Coffee
One of the newer fic I’ve read but I love this so much!!! I really love the personality for btoh jungkook’s and y/n’s. There were so many times where I laughed so hard because of how STUPID they are because they’re realizing that they actually love each other AND JUNGKOOK COMING TO THE CONCLUSION THAT HE’LL PURSUE HERRRRR... bro, I’m in love
Sugar and Coffee [17]
Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18
➜ Words: 4.6k
➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU
➜ Summary: It isn’t hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it’s not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.
cr.
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Part Six: Hug-o-gram
LITERALLY THE MOST CUTEST, FLUFFIEST, ADORABLE FIC EVERRRRRR🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I COULDNT STOP SMILING AND LAUGHING BECAUSE YOONGI IS JUST THE SOFTEST HUMAN BEING AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM!!!! Seokjin and yoongi’s dynamic was so much fun and so funny, think that was my favorite moments in the fic❤️❤️
Hug-o-gram | Yoongi
→ summary:
“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.
“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.
“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.
{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}
→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K → a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well… yoobie got me Good… anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy… appa yip yip
Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:
“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.
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Part Seven: Last Call
HOOOOLLLYYYYY🥴😖🥵 this was AMAZING! Literally dont know what else to say other than it was definitely hot and weeeeeeeeewww the sexual tension bro🥵🥵 10/10
last call | jjk x reader
pairing: jungkook x reader
rating: 18+
word count: 4.4K
synopsis: jeon jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you.
warnings: oral (female receiving), protected sex, jungkook thirst, excessive jungkook thirst, hello we’re talking about jungkook – there is a jungkook sized amount of thirst here, unsanitary use of a space designated for food and beverage
A/N: this fic is a commission for the @ficswithluv special project “Changes with Luv”. The awesome @dee-ehn made a donation to BLM for this fic and she asked for sexy times with long-haired JK with tattoos and dammit that’s what she’s gonna get. Thanks so much for making the donation, this is a cool way for authors like me to pitch in for an important cause!
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Jeon Jungkook is the sexiest man in this city.
That’s not a matter of opinion, that’s an actual fact – voted into law by you and the rest of the Council of The Thirsty after a night of downing shots at The Black Swan. The four of you piled into the bar’s single-stall restroom to check lipstick and chat shit and it was decided, that was that.
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Part Eight: When it Rains, it Pours
Thank you for making this one of my newest favourite Namjoon fic ever!! I literally love Namjoon in this!!! The sexual tension between the characters was AMAZING. The smut was AMAZING. Overall 10/10❤️
When It Rains, It Pours (M)
Namjoon x Reader
WordCount: 4.6k
Genre: PWP, Smut, Fluff, Roommates to Lovers!
Warnings: Soft Dom!Namjoon, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praise, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Joon Tiddie Worship (You Just Gotta), Huge Cock!Namjoon, Face Fucking, Spanking, Cum Swallowing, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Possessive!Namjoon, Degradation, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie
A/N: A really big thanks to my women @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna for hyping me up as per usual and reading through it! The loves of my life! I hope you guys enjoy it!
Summer showers are usually delightful. There’s something incredible about sitting on your balcony with your roommate as you both sip wine and listen to the rain patter against the streets and your apartment building. You love the smell of the rain, the dark overcast that seems to highlight your roommates handsome features. And, above all you love the cosiness that sets deep into your bones.
You should have been home two hours ago, listening to the rain with your braniac of a roommate and yet, you had gotten stuck at work for what felt like the fortieth time just this month. You didn’t bring an umbrella to work, expecting to have been home before the rain began to barrage the Earth. You didn’t bring a jacket because it was hotter than Hades outside and the humidity was eating you alive.
So here you were, drenched and disappointed that you missed out on a beautiful evening on the balcony.
Thunder crashes loudly, lightning highlighting the apartment door as it gets kicked open. Namjoon jumps loudly at the noise as the door knob slams into the wall. “Jesus Christ! What the fuck!?” He yells as he puts his hand over his heart. You glower at him as you enter the apartment, hair in tendrils as small droplets of water plop onto the white ground beneath you.
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Part Nine: Gossip Girl
A fic from one of my favourite author from this app, i knew i wasn’t gonna be disappointed. I LOVE gossip girl and THIS,,,, *french kiss* delicious😍😍 i really want a drabble of who actually exposed everyone (i feel like its tae???🧐🥴) and why they did it!!!
Gossip Girl
↠ Gossip Girl ↞ Part of my Bangtan Netflix series!
Every year, you and your seven childhood friends spend the holiday weekend together at Jin’s resort in the Alps. It’s always a good time: drinking, the occasional recreational drug, and the divulging of secrets. It’d been another routine, fun weekend with your friends.
Until one of you leaked everyone’s secrets to the city’s biggest gossip site. Should be easy to find out which one of you did it, right? Who was responsible for dragging everyone’s reputation into the dirt? Too bad no one could remember what had happened that weekend. Or so you all say.
Which one of eight, pretty little socialites spilled their ugly truths? Why, that’s a secret I’ll never tell.
xoxo
Gossip Girl
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Warnings/Genre: Mature themes. Socialite!au. Gossip Girl!au. Explicit language. Fluff. Angst. Smut. Backstabbing. Mystery. Drug use. Alcohol use. Light violence. Allusion to criminal activity. Friends to lovers.
Word Count: 18.5k
A/N: Whew! This was a beast for me to write let me tell ya! But it’s also my first one shot of this size and caliber. Well, and my first time writing smut too (cringe). Hopefully it turned out well.
All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.
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Hey Upper-Eastsiders, Gossip Girl here: your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite. And do I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources sent me something that I think you’d all like to see.
Not even the gentle hum of the elevator could drown out the sound of your rapidly beating heart. While you watched the golden lit numbers above the steel doors count up as you ascended, you couldn’t help the shaking of your hands. You had maybe fifteen more seconds to pull yourself together.
Your mascara coated eyelashes tickled your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut. One, two, three. That was all you gave yourself before you opened your eyes and stood up straight. The silk yellow ribbon tied around your neck threatened to strangle you to death, but you ignored it in favor of the elevator doors opening.
Cigar smoke. That was the first scent to assault your nose.
Fuck.
Jin only smoked cigars when he was overly stressed and on the precipice of a meltdown. He always complained that they damaged his beauty. Like the tobacco would somehow come to life and mar his face. He always was overdramatic.
Now, however, you were almost tempted to steal one for yourself.
The deep vocal fry of Hoseok’s voice met your ears as you stepped out of the steel box. Heels clacking against the glossy wood finish of the penthouse of Jin’s hotel, you rounded the corner of the foyer. The fancy, grey bricked finish of the walls were normally familiar– comforting. But now it chilled your veins with ice.
Standing at the bar in the living room, Namjoon was pouring himself a generous serving of scotch. His silver colored hair was glossy under the overhead lights. He must have just recently bleached it since it’d been honey blond just a day ago. Namjoon’s back was to you, but at your entrance he turned with a glass of liquor in hand.
Jin paused from where he was pacing a hole into the expensive persian rug he’d purchased last summer abroad. The pink jacket of his suit was discarded on top of the pool table and the long sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to his elbows. A fat, half-smoked cigar dangled from one of his slender hands, the other moving to push his dark hair away from his forehead. Jin’s normally grinning plump lips were pursed in irritation, nostrils flared.
From his seat on the long, orange colored couch, Hoseok halted his movements, his fingers halfway to his lips with an unlit joint. Most of the buttons on his light blue shirt were undone and the muscles of his pectorals were peaked through. And his own blazer was flung over the arm of the couch without care.
“Was it you?”
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