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stress reliever (m.)

pairing ⇢ kim line x reader

genre/warnings ⇢ smut | accidental voyerism | foursome | double penetration | anal | oral (f & m receiving) | toys | mxm | panty stuffing | cum eating | squirting | use of slut, whore, etc | pussy slapping? | unprotected sex | multiple orgasms | guys i’m c r y i n g while writing these warnings

words ⇢ 5k

summary ⇢ the boys have some creative ways to relieve stress

notes ⇢ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! i don’t celebrate it but i saw a post about the kim line and i can assure you that I do celebrate that

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[Kharli loving Maxi (But when am I not???)]

Hi Maxi,

This was cute. Too cute to for me to be reading right now, but the second I saw that you posted this, I just had to pop on in and tell you: thank you so much for this. You never cease to amaze me with your writing. Whether it’s sickening fluff that’s sweeter than the sweet tea that I drank or something that steamy and sexy, I’m always in awe of you and your brilliance. 

Thank you so much for this, Maxi. It really made me start to feel at ease and just feel the holiday spirit. I loved the puns, I loved this Jin, and I adore you. I hope that you’ve been doing well, friend. As always, I’m sending you my entire heart.💕

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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No, Seokjin was the epitome of calculated control, had you eating out of the palm of his hand with one simple word. One look and you were his. 

And fuck, if that didn’t make you melt. 

To be honest Ash, you made my heart melt. 

I actually read this last night, but I was a bit too tired to type out my thoughts which is why I’m here now. Before I started typing this though, I reread the story again to recollect my thoughts and figure out what I wanted to say, but first, I would like to mention how excited I was to read this. I mean, I kept checking back to your account and making a mental note of when this was dropping so that I could be prepared for it, but even with all of the preparation down, my feelings were all over the place. It was like watching the Super Bowl or something (but I don’t like football, and you and your writings are eons better than that), but honestly, thank you for this story. Seriously. It made me so happy to get your notification that it was out, and I was speeding through the rest of my studying to get to read this last night.

Okay, rambling aside now, I knew that this story would be good, but after rereading it again, I still can’t help the jitters I feel every time I think back upon it. Like this story was so. Damn. GOOD! Ash, I know that you said that this story was supposed to be half of what it is now, but thank goodness for allowing me to be able to stay in their world a little bit longer. Let me feel all the things I felt for just a little bit longer. 

I loved how you wrote Seokjin. Carnal and sexy, but also sweet and charming and just an overall loveable character that I would do anything for. I loved how you took your time building up their characters even after that first intense scene, and having Seokjin sort of build a boundary for himself to not hurt her and take care of the main character was a treat and something that I loved as well. Having him establish boundaries through communication not only through sex but just in their general relationship was also heartwarming to read and I know that you took your time on creating that. The ending where she asked if she was her boyfriend made me giggle. That was cute, and it was a good segway from their love-making to just show who they are as friends, and as people who care about each other.  

Thank you so much Ash for this. This truly made my night/morning all the better, and I’ve always enjoyed writing to you. The way you create characters, establish relationships, and build worlds is nothing less than phenomenal and you seem to always raise the bar each and every time. Thank you again Ash!! ILY!!! And I’m sending you all of my love.💕

In the Dead of Night

banner courtesy of the wonderfully talented @dee-ehn​ !

Word Count: 14.5k

Pairing: Vampire!Jin x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, friends to lovers, smut, fluff

Warnings: dom!Jin, sub!Reader, non-gory blood and knife injury (it’s there, but mostly humorous and/or with very little specific description), biting (like actual biting), vampire compulsion (nothing concerning consent-wise), marking, hair pulling, grinding, size kink, spanking (hand), fingering, praise, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare

Rating: 18+

Summary: Courtesy of my roommate, who summarized my story much better than I ever could:

A/N: It’s finally here! I meant for this to be about half the length and be released more than a week or 2 ago, but as you very well know, things don’t exactly go as planned in 2020. Regardless, I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, so please let me know what you think!

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Saturdays at 3 am were supposed to be peaceful.

Well – at your apartment, that is. You couldn’t account for whoever elected to roam the streets of downtown at night.

But what was definitely not supposed to be happening was being awoken from your deep slumber by furious pounding on your front door.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

When you glanced groggily over at your alarm clock and saw the time, you could have screamed.

Just as you reached for your phone to call the cops on whatever psychopath was probably waking up your entire floor, your screen lit up with a text.

Suckjin [03:19]: plz open ur door

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Sliding out of bed, you hissed as your bare feet hit the cold hardwood.

This had better be fucking worth it.

Plodding out of your bedroom on tiptoes to avoid as much contact with the floor as possible, you made your way to the front door without even bothering to throw on shorts under your oversized t-shirt.

Whatever. You were sure that brat has seen thighs before.

While the knocks had thankfully quieted for a moment, he started up again just as you reached the door.

Before he could even dare bang his fist against the wood again, you were turning the deadbolt and whipping the door open, readying your fiercest glare for the broad man standing before you.

Right as you opened your mouth to start cussing him out, he sprung towards you, hands pushing you further inside your apartment and shutting the door before you could even blink.

When he turned to face you again, hands on his stomach, you prepared for the verbal onslaught you were about to send his way.

“Just what in the absolute hell do you think you’re-”

When your eyes naturally followed the path of his arms down to his stomach, what you saw there shut you up immediately.

Wide-eyed, you took a step back, eyes never leaving the sight before you. He-

As your breath quickened, a (miraculously clean) hand shot out to cover your mouth gently, though you were sure he was ready to clamp down at a moment’s notice.

“Please don’t scream.”

When you were finally able to break your gaze from his abdomen and look at his face instead, pleading eyes locked with yours, his skin paler than usual.

As frightened as you were, you calmed some when you processed the fact that he seemed to be standing before you just fine, albeit the fact that his eyes appeared somewhat unfocused.

You nodded, reaching a shaky hand up to remove his from your face, shivering at how cold and clammy he felt.

When you could speak again, you spent a few moments collecting your thoughts before you opened your mouth again.

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Your lips meet like wings brushing against each other: soft and fluttering, finding a path through the air with ten thousand questions etched into each feather. He wraps one of his long arms around your back, spreading his fingers wide and pressing you lightly into his chest, all the while his opposite hand brushes so lightly and tenderly against your cheek, guiding you ever closer, ever deeper into his affections.

“You,” he whispers against your lips, “are an absolute gift.” 

There aren’t a lot of stories that have put me in this position. Me, reading this hours earlier, then reflecting over it (enough to make me take a nap in the middle of my thoughts), and finally come back to read it over again to where I am now. Writing to you, still partially stunned but at least my thoughts are somewhat more tangible. 

Even though I kind of knew what was coming a few weeks earlier when you mentioned this in the discord chat, I feel like it did nothing to stop the blow to my heart that I felt once I finally got my hands on this. Everything was just so...sweet and raw and enchanting. You can tell how much Seokjin likes the main character. The way he tends to her, the way he touches her. Soft and supple. Controlled and conscious for the sake of his rank, but of course, emotions don’t always lie in blatant actions, now do they? And the main character is clever and bright. Knowing where to prick and prod to get the answers that she is so desperately wanting to hear. And I would too if I were harboring a crush for four years! (her acting skills were A+ too if I do say so myself). She’s a romantic at heart. Seokjin is as soft as he is charming, and he is most definitely very charming, and everything was just so….Gaahhh! You know?

And I know that I literally say this every time I read a story of yours, but I want to repeat myself again because you blow my mind again and again: Your writing, your words, are art. They make me feel so much no matter what time of the day, or what I’m doing. There are so many lines that have made my heart leap to my throat because of just how evocative they are: 

He continues to stare at you, eyes tracing the shadow of your brow, the press of your lips, the mound of your warm cheeks. Your confidence crumbles in his silence. 

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Finally, his eyes flick up to yours. It’s there. The answer. But he remains silent, his breath moving through his chest, and then through you. The stillness of the moment — being held by the man you can’t get out of your mind — mixed with the bitter taste of a lingering question. You can’t. You can’t hold it all, not in one body: the tenderness of his being and the acrid promise of his rejection. 

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You wait for the sound of the doors to your bedroom slamming shut and Jin leaving, but you must be so lost in yourself that the sound never comes. It’s just the wind, howling. The beating of your heart in your chest. The bite of something that tastes like regret nibbling at your throat. 

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It’s too difficult to resist reaching up for him, pressing your fingers lightly against the arc of his neck and drawing his lips back to where they belong: against yours. You’re not sure how, but each time he kisses you it’s a whole new world. This time, it’s spring. Ice melting against the promise of warmth. He melts against your touch and you wrap your legs around his waist. 

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He holds you like he has so many times before, but this time there’s a new edge to his gaze. Trust. He knows you’re his. Knows that the blossoming purple on your neck and the breath coming quickly from your lungs are marks of him. That even if the red blessing of dawn tears him from your bed and your arms that this moment is marked, is held, by him. 

And so many more that I just wanna rush over to you and give you the biggest hug and all of the smooches in the world because I want to know what is going on in that beautiful brain of yours.

There was something so unbelievably soft about this story. Like cotton candy and vanilla. Enough to make me as if I was wrapped in a warm hug and make my throat tight with just the pure indulgence of it all. This story is classic blue and coral mixed together: the standing of what their relationship is supposed to be by the external eye served as a background for how intense their true feelings are for one another. It’s passionate and sweet. Their lovemaking was so passionate and sweet that it could outdo the Twix bar I was eating earlier with how weak I was in the knees I was getting. And the ending!! It was so sweet. It was oh so sweet and soft and funny, and I just adore them so much. I wish the best for them. Truly.

Thank you so much Willow for making my day. My heart has grown 10000000% bigger in my chest. Thank you for nourishing it. I’m so unbelievably thankful and grateful for you. I’m sending you all of the love in the entire galaxy even though that is far less than what you actually deserve. One day though, I’ll find a way to give you something even more magnificent. 💕

the bodyguard | ksj

pairing: bodyguard!jin x reader

genre: smut, fluff

rating: explicit

wc: 5k

summary: As your bodyguard, keeping you safe from the world comes with rules for Kim Seokjin. But you’re used to getting what you want, and you want him. 

warnings: nudity, pining, makeout, YN always gets what they want, public sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (pls be smarter than these fictional characters), creampie, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, fluff, oh my god so much fluff.

AN: The first part of this fic was written entirely wined up with the INTENTION OF IT BEING A DRABBLE. The second part of this fic was written with the intention of showing all the love to Jin, but then came the idea of smut and bam here we are. 1 million thank yous to @jin-fizz​, who beta’d this at the very last moment and helped me rearrange some things. SMOOCHES to you, you lovely!

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This took alot longer than necessary. Mainly because I was trying to think of a Christmas pun for this story and totally blanked, so I’ll just let Namjoon and Yuna take the reins (ba dum tss!😂) (That was totally unplanned for btw..I’m sorry that was cheesy LOL!!!)

This story was so well done. From the beginning, I was hooked. The conversation with Hoseok at the grocery market was so entertaining and even though I’ve never been in the situation first hand, my friend has. So when the main character was shaking her phone, I could see that so clearly in my mind and I giggled, which also made my mom question what exactly was so entertaining for me...Ha😅

Anyways, all of the characters in this story were so animated, of course in their own ways. You have, of course, the main character who is trying (and failing) to hide her feelings about her ex-husband, Seokjin, who is without a doubt so wonderfully construed. Then you have Namjoon, the main character’s co-worker who’s a bit awkward but has this attractiveness about him that slowly seeps in certain moments (the part when he squeezed the main character’s knee under the table??!? I know that that was supposed to be reassuring, but that made me blush a little). And then of course, you have Hoseok who is trying to keep everything together for this party and Yoongi whose personality is just the best. I love him and his humor so much. He was literally the definition of this the entire time.

Oh, and I can’t forget Yuna and Jungkook sneaking in. You know, at first, I thought that Yuna was metaphorically young. You know, young in the way that some people may think someone who is in their late twenties/early thirties may be confused for five years younger because they know how to take care of their skin and live as unproblematically as possible but nooo. She's like...young young (I laughed when you called her a “sexpot”). I also didn’t know what an actuary was and had to look it up, but I’m clapping for her. I also hope that Yuna and Namjoon continued their relationship after because they seemed to really hit it off. They're cute.

The entire dinner scene, with Hoseok looking between the main character and Seokjin like this 😐😑, Namjoon trying to prevent first-degree murder, and Yoongi...being Yoongi was oh so genius and entertaining. That was honestly my favorite part, and I'm smiling even now as I remember it. 

I also really loved the build-up to the end. I mean, you know that it’s going to happen because of your amusing tags (can I add “quarreling during coitus”?), but it was nice feeling the tension between the two steadily boiling until it reaches its climax. Like Ana, this part?!?!?

“Are you insane?” you pant, taking a step back. 

 Seokjin advances on you until you have nowhere to go, back flush against the bathroom sink.

“If I am,” he growls, eyes flashing, “It’s because you made me this way.” 

Good lord! In my head I was screaming not only during this, but during the rest of the scene. Oh, and this:

“Always have to have the last word,” Seokjin pants, “You are a pain in the ass.”

There’s little heat in that barb.  

If anything, there’s something fond about the way he says it -- something fond about the way he looks at you when he leans forward to anchor the fingers of one hand deep in your hair. The fingers of the other hand grip tightly against the edge of the sink as you run your tongue against the underside of his cock. 

Even though they’re at each other’s necks, both figuratively and literally, it was sweet in the way they were pointing out each other’s habits/ pet peeves, but you could still feel how much they like each other and how they might possibly still be in love with one another. It was sexy and intimate, but in their own way and it was nice to read.

And the ending with the socks😂😂😂 LMAO!!!! That was really cute though, and I'm glad that they're giving Seokjin and her are giving their relationship a second shot. They deserve it and I hope that they stay happy together.

Thank you so much Ana for your wonderful words. I adore you so much. You take my breath away each and every time I read a story of yours, and this was no different. I hope that this holiday season has been treating you well. I’m sending you all my love.💕

last christmas | ksj x reader

summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong?

pairing: seokjin x reader

word count: 9.0K

rating: 18+

genre: exes to lovers, smut, snark, snarky smut, extra snark

warnings:  SNARK, neurotic!hoseok, instigator!yoongi, angelic!namjoon, one super sexy baby lady, emotional constipation, sexual repression, one ill-timed waxing, bickering during banging, sniping during smutting, fighting during f – let me not beat a dead horse here – unprotected sex, bad manners, inconsiderate behavior, terrible accounting jokes, no actual sweaters were harmed in the making of this fic

a/n: hey, you! wanna read something super silly and smutty? FANTASTIC. this is my contribution to the “rockin’ around the christmas tropes” collab. my trope is EXES TO LOVERS and this is my take on the madness. i really love and admire the authors in this collab so much @untaemedqueen​ @ladyartemesia​ @ppersonna @underthejoon @yeojaa @snackhobi and the boo who is not an author but still every bit as vital to our stories, @hobi-gif 💕

“We’re one week out and you still haven’t told me what I can bring, Hobi.”

You drop a bag of tomatoes into the basket hooked into the crook of your arm as you balance your phone between your chin and shoulder.  

“Bring booze,” Hoseok mutters.  He sighs deeply before adding, “Bring a lot of booze, actually.”

The little old lady trailing behind you is unprepared for the abrupt stop you make in front of the bananas. She scowls as she’s forced to sidestep and you shoot her an apologetic look.

“Hoseok,” you drag his full name out slowly, carefully.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your knuckles go white around the onion in your hand as you wait through his uneasy silence.  

“It means… that Seokjin is going to be there.”

The tantrum you have right in the produce section of Dongdaemun Market is quick and soundless – just a few frantic seconds in which you rip the phone away from your ear and shake it violently mid-air. Beside you, the old lady goes from scowling to smirking as she grabs her bananas.  

You shoot her another look – this time dirty – as you press the phone back to your ear and do your best to sound casual.

“Oh?” 

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Whereas the difference of age would carry less weight with time, the burden of his view of you would not. How could he ever see you as anything other than his best friend’s little sister?

Jizz! Hi, my love. I’m actually pretty excited to be here right now. Not just because of this story (which was so fluffingly-is that a word?-phenomenal), but because I was able to read something of yours for the first time and write to you (and this will definitely not be last. I’m stoked to read Exchanging Heat btw)

So...You start off with the opening of Pandora’s box, a moment of no return. And it’s captivating because as readers, we’re starting off at the climax. Where everything is pretty pivotal for the characters and the plot, and now we’re going down this slope of finality thinking, “what’s going to happen next?” now that her feelings are out in the open now. Reading how the main character was banging her head into the pillow after everything was said and done (and- can I take a moment to pause and tell you that that was such a cute and cheeky way of confessing. Goodness I love her),  basically describes the reaction I, and maybe others, have had to every embarrassing moment we all may have had at some point. Like, moments where we could be right on the edge of sleep, waiting for our dreams to take over and the night to surpass, and then out of nowhere, BANG! You remember the day when you had a mental breakdown right in front of a hot dog place while listening to Beyonce, and other college students could see you blubbering and sniffling right in front of them (not...that that has ever happened to me..haha…) But this was endearing, and I found myself smiling quite broadly when I envisioned that scene. 

This story also reminded me of a crush that I had when I was in high school. I don’t have a brother, so he wasn’t precisely a brother’s best friend, but he had that aura to him. And I think that’s why I like the quote that I highlighted above so much. It’s because even though you may be a few years younger, the yearning to be looked at and accepted as something other than maybe “cute” or a “friend” makes you feel trapped in a box that you possibly never wanted to be set up around you. Because instead of “cute”, you might want to be called “beautiful” or maybe even “sexy.” And instead of a “friend”...well, that’s more of a personal choice, but you at least want to have the fluidness of being able to be considered more, you know?   

“That punk knew I’ve been in love with you for years, years, and now you’re telling me that he knew you liked me back?” He laughs menacingly, shrugging off his blazer. “Oh, he is in for it.”

Your jaw hits the floor as your soul floats up into space. “He–you–wait, what?” 

The humor in this story is so great. And when it came to the moment where the characters and we as readers realize that Namjoon had been keeping that secret for the longest of times, I gasped with them! It was a nice surprise to have, but I’m shaking my fist at Namjoon for keeping them away from each other for so long (I wonder why?)

Just like that your surroundings fade away, leaving you with just the sensation of his plush lips on yours. He presses into you like he means it, his demeanor much more serious than it was moments before as he holds your face firmly to his own. You don’t even have it in you to register your disbelief; instead you just melt into him, your sweatshirt-clad body squeezed flush against his well-dressed one.

Ah, this was part was so cute and fluffy, and my heart is so warm now. Thank you so much Jizz for writing this. Your story Camellia made me really happy, so I’m very thankful for you and your writings. I can’t wait to read more from you! Sending you lots of love, Jizz💕

Camellia | KSJ

Part of my Flower Collection [series masterlist]

Author: jin-fizz [masterlist]

Flower: Camellia

Genre: fluff, older brother’s best friend, idiots of course

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Rating: PG-13, SFW

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2k

(A/N): Seokjin’s installment of the flower series. I’ve given up trying to get my tags to work so this series is now just for my friends I guess. As always I hope you guys like it <3

Camellia: These impressive, lush flowers were beloved by the Victorians who gave them the meaning “my destiny is in your hands.” Tailor the flower’s color to your relationship: White camellia should be given to someone you like, pink camellia is for someone you miss, and red camellia is best for a significant other.

You feel like an absolute fool, a clown, a dummy. Lying prostrate on your bed, you let out a loud groan. Supid!

What kind of idiot confesses to their longtime crush by leaving a bouquet of white camellia in front of his apartment with nothing but a note that reads, “My destiny is in your hands.” -y/n”, like you’ve just leapt out of a soap opera and landed right on his doorstep?

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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《He always knew how to make you feel loved. Feel wanted.》

Ryen,

Hi, my love. This, reading one of your works, has been a long time coming, and I’m really glad that I read it last night. Reread it this rainy morning so that my thoughts could be more coherent and so that I could submerge myself inside of this beautifully written piece.

Your writing is incredibly emotive, and it felt like as I was placed from scene to scene, it was easy to just live there for a while. Reside in the lustful yet loving relationships the reader experienced that would eventually frame her lifetime and future.

We first have Hoseok. Energetic. Electric. A passionate frenzy of what it feels like to just simply feel alive. What it feels like to be on a roller coaster or skydiving. You may not know which way is up or down, but you know that it feels amazing, and you never want it to stop. Unless, of course, you have acrophobia or aren't an adrenaline junkie. He’s someone that people make movies about. The young adult coming of age films where the main character is at her peak and just says “fuck it” or rather “fuck him” because she knows that he wants it to, and maybe it’s okay to take a risk just this once.

Then there's Yoongi. The ultimate depiction of softness and comfort, mixed with the underlying note of sensuality and carnality. The type of person who makes you realize that you've sunk too deep before you even stepped foot into the water, but you like it there. You like how it overwhelms your senses against your skin and you like seeing new forms of life before your eyes. Something dangerous yet something so beautiful that you simmer in the newfound peace and quiet before feeling the anxiety that things are a bit too forbearing.

Seokjin was a juxtaposition to the others. Someone who makes you feel without thinking. Someone who shows you what it’s like to live in the moment without any remorse or consequence. Just pure unadulterated pleasure without rocking the boat too far.

Each of their stories is a puzzle piece, fitting so perfectly inside the heart and reminiscence of the reader. Each brought a unique wave of high and low. Rises and falls that work as stepping stones to build the peak of the reader’s romances and affinities:

Namjoon.

You felt like a wild animal, caged within his bulky arms and roped in with his lustful gaze.

Namjoon is a smokey and sultry mix of intensity and idleness. Of love and lust. Someone who brings the unearthed parts of you to the forefront and broadcasts them in a space that feels safe and warm, because to him, they are the most beautiful things in the world and it would be a shame for you to not know it yourself.

But his was the one that looked right back without wavering. Without doubt. Time stopped; you weren’t counting down the nights; feelings existed and lasted like a reddened hearth.

This is something people dream about. He is someone that people dream about. And I’m grateful that the reader was able to experience what it feels like to have that for herself and find her own unique sense of peace.

Ryen, this was such a beautiful story, and I loved reading every single word of it. It's honestly a shame that I didn't read this sooner. Nevertheless, I loved it, and I can't wait to read more of your works. I'm sending you all of my love, friend💕

with him. (m) | hyung line

title: with him. (m) pairing: hyung line x reader(f) genre/rating: 18+ ; smut word count: 1.2k summary: in which you remember all the ones before him. warnings: language, house party, penetration, oral, breast play, sl*t/wh*re nicknames notes: this is just a quickie for the wonderful hyung line enthusiast @joheunsaram​ !! i don’t know what came over me bc this just.. produced itself, so happy birthday LOL i hope you like it! if you don’t, you can crumple it, chuck it in the bin, and pretend this never happened sdjklfsd. also, all pics other than the boys can be found on my aesthetic blog @brandisher​ 🤎

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With Hoseok, it started as a blur and ended as a blur. 

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《“If it’s quiet you desire, that can only be bought by the meeting of your tongue and mine.”

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“And if I don’t desire your quiet?” Your words came out ragged, edged with a desperate ache.

“Then I will never stop telling you how much I love you, never stop showing you. You will never want for anything more than me, and if you do, I’ll know I have not done well enough.”》

Admittedly, I've read this story three times:

The first was when I was blessed with the opportunity to be asked to read this before you posted, and I completely and absolutely fell in love with it.

The second was a few days after you posted. I remember that it was a school night, and I had just finished taking my exams for the week, but I treated myself by rereading this gem, and I fell in love with the story for the second time. This was one of the sweetest gifts to me.

And finally, the third is now (well, technically, about a week ago by the time this is posted).

Each read gave a different emotion. A different response and visual image of the world slowly emphasized how dynamic and detailed this world is and the characters you created. Each read made me realize that I could honestly never get tired of this story, even if I had read it once or one hundred times. This is a story that I can genuinely and without a doubt call timeless.

Your writing is liquid gold, Kay. The world is so vibrant and alive, and the people are filled with so much beauty. So much magic that I loved living there with every chance that I had. Subtle things that I might’ve missed previously stood out, like how Seokjin was looking for the main character, he said he was looking for “the only person in the room that mattered” and how she was “easily the brightest spot in the room”. Reading these lines now just made my heart stop for a moment because of just how beautiful that line was. It also feels like I’m spewing poetic right now when I haven’t even really begun thinking back through everything, but your mind is truly remarkable, and I feel honored that I had the chance to read something so emotive like this story.

Okay, but to start this off, I do have to say poor Hoseok.

From the beginning, you could tell that there was a natural attraction between the main character and Seokjin rather than what could be felt toward Hoseok. Their thoughts made toward each other, for each other, were incredibly salient (and also so romantic and passionate and just so full of love). How they reacted to each other's presence, even though the feeling of being wrong veiled the point where the misunderstanding occurred, was intense yet soft. More so out of hurt than anything, and you wrote it so well. Especially this part:

Longing curled around your heart in suffocating tendrils, begging for another deadly dose.

UGH!!! It is one of the most beautiful and poignant lines I’ve ever read and one of the lines of the story that truly captures what this story is about and shows the seesaw of feelings that the main character experienced during the first half.

My favorite part though has to be, hands down, the entire sequence of the apology.

"For a princess of summer, your shoulder is rather cold from this side,"

The build-up to just getting the main character away from her family and out to the dance floor was astonishing. The back and forth shown between the mc, her dismissiveness, and Seokjin, his determination heightened by his own declaration, was one of the moments that truly made me clutch my phone a bit harder. Bring my face a bit closer to the screen to take it all in. It felt as though I were in a movie, both as an actor and an observer, watching them and listening to their conversation…

And then, the actual apology.

I wish I knew more words that could encapsulate all of the emotions and visions that flashed in my mind while reading that part, but it was so magical. From her siblings helping to the imagery of just all of the elements shown, to Seokjin’s singing...It was overwhelming in the best way. And then the fact that Seokjin calls the mc his “sunbeam” and literally gives her a sun drop?!!?!?!!?!?

Oh, Kay!! My heart.

The moments that struck me the most though were when the main character was explaining the concept of love in terms of Fey. How inconsistent and untethering it is between two people. But, for her, whenever she looks and thinks about Seokjin, the only thing she wants is him. The way she spoke about her love and affections for him made my heart swell out of my chest (it is honestly still making me quite a bit emotional even as I reread the passages. Especially the moment where Seokjin admits to wanting to tie himself to her and get married--with the human custom of rings!!!!), and I could only hope that one day I find a love that is as strong and devoted as theirs.

Sidenote: The moment when Seokjin tells the mc his real name, Astóir, was so touching. This entire piece was heartwarming and emotive and passionate, and I feel myself wanting to tear up right now as I am finishing my thoughts tbh.

Kay, thank you so much for sharing your incredible writing. This has been a long time waiting, but I’m happy that I can share my thoughts with you. I’m just so in awe of this story and your writing in this. Fey and Wilde will forever be one of my favorites from you (but everything you write is honestly a fave of mine). I am also very thankful for all of the behind-the-scenes you let me in on for this story. I feel so honored. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’ll always and forever be sending you my love, even if it has to come through the form of these (not so) little love letters💕

Fey and Wilde

Audacity takes on many forms in vampire High Lord Kim Seokjin. Daring to show his face at the summer court after insulting your honor was one. Finding his way back into your bed in spite of that was another entirely.

Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

Genre: Vampire!Seokjin; Fae!Reader; Fantasy; Established Relationship; Fluff; Angst but not really; Smut

Word Count: 16,000+

Warnings: Alcohol; Profanity; Explicit sexual content, Vampire biting, Blood drinking and smearing; Obscene, decadent, and purely indulgent romantic drivel; Purple prose

Related storie(s): Moonflower

Note: This story features a reader-character with brown skin and physical features similar to those of African descent

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“Join me for a dance then and I’ll explain everything,” he said. Your expression didn’t change.

“I’ll have to decline,“ you said. “I’m not in the habit of sharing dances with partners who gravely insult me with such indifference.”

Predictably stubborn to a fault and he would never expect any less. Instead, he had developed a taste for it, lapped up your incorrigible fey pride as he had every other part of you — the cold, and the soft, and the ever blazing.

“Only one dance,” he insisted. “And if I haven’t convinced you of my sincerity by the end, I’ll leave Southsong and never return. You have my word.” He felt the weight of his declaration lift into the air, the magic of the Feywild snapping it up with hungry satisfaction. It was a gamble to bet everything on a few moments, knowing that he truly would never be able to return if he didn’t convince you. But he was willing to take those kinds of chances if it meant he would win you back. He had to.

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