It Is So Light, Teasing, Barely There. He Leaves You Waiting, Anticipation Building As Your Whole Self

It is so light, teasing, barely there. He leaves you waiting, anticipation building as your whole self yearns to know his touch. Each breath is a ghost, haunting your imagination with unbidden promise, dragging arousal through your body with its own pulse.

Hi Jess!

I’m honestly surprised that I haven’t read one of your stories before, but I’m so very glad that I did now. I actually had this saved as a story that I wanted to read later, so reading it now made me realize that there was a hidden gem, this story and you, just waiting for me and I didn’t even know it yet.

I loved this fic. Like a lot. A lot more than I would have ever expected to be completely honest. You have such a good grasp on descriptions and scenery and emotions it’s utterly breathtaking. I LOVED Ami. She’s so funny and reminds me of a friend, and I feel like she’s the friend that everyone should have in their life. The way you described Namjoon’s apartment made me feel like I was actually viewing the space from the reader’s eyes. I know that that is technically how stories like these are supposed to be read, but this one felt different. It felt as if I were in the moment. As if I were to try hard enough, I could touch one of his bonsais or run my fingers across his books or just simply smell surrounding scents of that room or him. That was one of those moments where it didn’t feel like I had the hindrance of a cellphone screen blocking my path, and it was just so beautiful to read.

The way you write is so poetic and each and every word draws you closer. For example this part: 

Everything about this moment has your nerves on edge, battling contrasting sensations in a way which makes you lightheaded. The air is cool, but his touch is warm. Your throat is parched, but you feel yourself growing wet in his embrace. Together you are silent, but the white noise of the air conditioner and the ruffling of Namjoon’s clothing against the sofa is deafening. His fingers snake through your hair, gently tugging at the roots as he deepens the kiss. The fire in his ministrations grounds you, and all distractions become a distant memory.

Ughhh!!  I love this so much. Just the way your words are put so elegantly together and the juxtapositions between words that both show the contrast but are still able to make you feel connected are just wonderful. And I also really enjoyed the use of alliteration here:

With pupils blown and chin shining with your arousal, he is utterly devastating, deliciously disheveled.

It just shows the yearning and the desperation and the desire that Namjoon had and it made me get butterflies. It’s such a simple line, but complex and intricate and you were able to tell show much within these few words. That is truly a wonderful gift. I also really liked during the middle of the sex, it turned from this:

“Fuck,” you both hiss simultaneously before dissolving to laughter. His chuckles rumble through your body, quaking with a low vibration which only further dismantles you.

To this:

The power he exudes over you and the security you feel in his hold pushes you off the edge. 

Even though they had just met, this part just felt so light and comfortable, yet it held an air of intimacy that is hard to come by during first times like this. For me, this was a really special moment because of that, and because it just showed more of their personalities and the way they are able to move together so fluidly. Enough to the point where she felt safe and secure, and it made me smile.

I was reading your author note at the end and I couldn’t help but be a little bit startled by the fact that this was your first BTS story because it was just done so well! I am amazed by you and your wonderful talent and I can’t wait to read more of your works Jess. I’m sending you lots of love💕💕💕💕

Alias

Pairing: Kim Namjoon X Reader

Summary:  Your dating life is a mess and after one bad experience too many, you decide to take your friend’s advice: try casual. You can do casual, right? It just so happens that when you stop worrying about embarrassing yourself, you have the most mind-blowing encounter of your life. Non-idol AU.

Genre: Smut, fluff, and a little angst if you squint

Content Warnings: Mature sexual content, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), choking

Word Count: 5.8K

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“You know, if our friendship was subject to the Bechdel test, it would fail in two minutes flat.”

“Sorry,” you said, though you hardly meant it. That was the nature of your friendship, after all.

“Don’t be. You know I feed off this shit.” It’s true. Your penchant for attracting strange and unstable men had become an ongoing source of entertainment by this point. Leave it to Ami to laugh at your dating mishaps rather than judge you harshly. It was part of the more extroverted woman’s charm, you thought, that she would accept eccentricities so enthusiastically, and find polite conversation irredeemably dull.

You took a large swig of your strawberry wine, cringing at the sweetness before setting the glass on your friend’s coffee table. Your feet curled beneath you on the sofa as you turned to face her, arms gesturing wildly. “He showed up at my work, Ami! We went on one date – ONE! We went out months ago, and he cyber stalked me.”

“Okay, first, he isn’t cyber stalking you. He’s stalk stalking you. Second, make your shit private. And stop accepting friend requests to be nice.”

“But…”

“No. No buts. You don’t owe these guys anything. Just because you go on one date doesn’t mean you have to be friends.”

You heaved a sigh, knowing that she’s right. She’s always right. “Fine.”

“Can I be real for a second?”

“I love how you act like ‘no’ is an option.”

“Fair,” she grinned. “Look, you keep going for guys that are desperate for a serious relationship. They just want that shit to happen instantly, and then they don’t understand when you don’t want that.”

“But I do!” You countered emphatically.

“Maybe, but not the same way,” Ami reasoned. “These guys are lonely and looking to settle down. You’re still playing the field. Maybe you want it to get serious later, but you want to build up to it, and they want it to happen instantly. I think you’re either leading them on or going for the wrong kind of guy. Try casual. Let casual happen.”

You wanted to argue, but she had a point. “I don’t know how to do casual.”

“Well, that stupid dating app is the wrong place to start,” she clarified.

“But I get to know them first! It’s safer.”

“No, you just think it’s safe. They could be lying. I mean, the trend so far is not promising…”

“Fine!” You huffed. “What would you do? Guide me, oh wise one.” You took another sip of wine. Disgusting. You silently wished her dating advice was better than her taste in drinks, or else you’d be miserable.

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say so | knj & ksj [m]

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❥ — pairing: namjoon x reader x seokjin ❥ — genre: poly, 1950s au/rockabilly au, smut, childhood f2l, angst, fluff, musician!namjin, burlesque!mc ❥ — words: 24.5k+ ❥ — rating: 18+ ❥ — warnings: light angst, pining, smut !!!; oral (all kinds), anal, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, edging, light switch!joon, light switch!oc, harder dom!jin, double pentration, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl etc…. if I forgot sometihng I will add it later but for now this is it fellas. ❥ — notes: oh my god I am FINALLY ejecting this fic from my brain !!! part of the reason this took so long was, of course, the current circamstances across the world mixed in with a few personal factors, but also because I haven’t written a ‘historical’ fic before and I wanted to make sure I got it right ! of course, that somehow ended with me going way over word count so i am so sorry for that, but i truly hope you like it! I haven’t gone over it yet but i will do that later, i just wanted to post and get this fic out of my asshole

Returning to your hometown for a week is something you’ve managed to avoid for three years, but when you can finally put it off no longer you find upon arrival the very thing you were scared of encountering. When the two famous childhood friends you haven’t spoken to in years have returned at the same time as you, you can’t quite tell whether you’re going to be able to make it out in one piece or emerge with a heart more wounded than before.

Especially since it turns out the feelings you thought you were over never quite went away.

— masterlist |  posted; 17.08.2020

You didn’t really expect to find yourself back here so soon, but here you are— everything in your room is in exactly the same state as it was three years ago.

The covers on your bed, the magazine cuttings, faded posters and hand-painted canvases that mark the phases of your youth hung on your wall—even the light-toned floral wallpaper and the little knickknacks atop your dresser are the same. It makes something like nostalgia rise within you, a reminiscent haze filtering through your thoughts. It has been too long since you’ve been back here, and the guilt that always lingers in the back of your mind now pushes its way to the forefront. You feel bad, not having been back to your childhood home in so long, despite the reasons you had for moving away.

You haven’t been here all that long, but as soon as you finished talking with your parents downstairs your feet had carried you here, more out of habit that anything. Absentmindedly, you brush your hand over the oak of your dresser, curious when your fingertip comes back without a single speck of dust. Your mother must have come through often to clean. The realisation both warms your heart and compounds the guilt you feel, making you frown.  In an effort to distract yourself, you turn your gaze back to the rest of your old room, catching sight of a few photographs plastered above your study desk. You know what they contain, and still you can’t seem to help yourself as you draw closer and peer at them anew. They’re just as familiar to your eyes as you expected.

Of course, in this house you’d be lucky to find a photograph of you that didn’t also have these two in it. 

Your eyes skip over the older ones with yellowing glaze and curled corners to focus on the most recent-looking image, drinking in the two boys you’d spent the entirety of your childhood and teen years with. Easily your best friends, until… well, until three  years ago. A fond smile fights its way to your lips; you remember when this was taken. Your mother had lined the three of you up for a photo in the yard but at the very last second they’d pushed you into the pool. Both boys stand tall in the image, but you’d recognise the taller one with the goofy grin anywhere, even if his face wasn’t already plastered across newspapers and featuring on the television every other evening. Namjoon is just as boyish in the image as you recall, and next to him where they stand laughing over the pool is Seokjin, appearance every bit as neat and clean as you’ve glimpsed in recent years when he has featured in a magazine or program that is particularly popular with the youth. It was always a bit weird to you, a little hard to process, that the two boys you’ve known since the three of you were in diapers are now pretty much, well… celebrities. Something bubbles in your chest, the pressure of a sigh but the weight of something you’re not quite ready to name yet. Distantly, in the back of your mind, a tiny part of you whispers that it tastes a little like regret, and sounds a little like yearning.

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Only Mine {M}

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut + / jealousy   Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 5,184

Jungkook never had any serious troubles with women. He enjoyed the simple satisfaction of sharing a meal with them, talking with them and the added pleasure of sex. Women seemed to reciprocate the feelings back, naturally attracted to him and often taking the first initiative with little effort from himself. However, what he did lack when it came to the opposite sex was not offering them anything beyond that. There wasn’t any traumatizing experience that happened to him. No sad break up story that caused him to close himself off from anyone. In reality, ever since he was young and he experienced the joy of women, relationships and settling down never appealed to him. He was quite sure that the bachelor life was made for him. No matter how appealing the woman he met was, if she was on the lookout for a boyfriend he made sure to steer clear and keep his distance. He wasn’t particular with any desired traits in a woman that peaked his interest. As long as she didn’t bore him, that was enough. But he bored easily after some time, hence why relationships and being tied down never worked out. Once the initial attraction and spark dimmed and he started to get to know her, to get comfortable with her he’d become discouraged. If the hazy cloud that screamed ‘commitment’ would start to loom over him, Jungkook knew how to skillfully shut things down right away. Like a pro he was well equipped with techniques to make sure things ended swiftly, naturally and more importantly, cleanly. “It’s not you it’s me,” was the classic cliche line for others, but for himself his words boosted their ego, sending them off with no regrets and the promise that they could remain friends, sometimes with the added benefits.

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house of cards | knj x reader chapter one: now

summary: you already know how this is going to end.  that’s not going to stop you from doing it anyway.

pairing: namjoon x reader word count: 14.9k (Part 1 of 3)

rating: 18+ genre: smut with feelings| idol!namjoon  warnings:  slow burn, angst, pining (a lot of pining OKAY), sweet to start, smutty to finish

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03

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A house made of cards, and us, inside Even though the end is visible Even if it’s going to collapse soon A house made of cards, we’re like idiots Even if it’s a vain dream

– “House of Cards” BTS

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i need to see you [ 4:07 AM ]

please [ 4:07 AM ]

The buzz of text notifications rouses you from a deep sleep. You stare so long and so hard at the messages that the words blur in and out of focus.

God, where is he right now?

Thailand? No.  

The Philippines? You honestly can’t remember.  

It takes a minute for the fog of sleep to lift and now you’re alert. Wide awake and heart pounding at this unexpected exchange. You send back the first question that pops into your mind.

you: how? [ 4:09 AM ]

i’m going to figure it out. just say you’ll meet me [ 4:11 AM ]

You chew the corner of one fingernail nervously. It’s been weeks since you’ve spoken and you hadn’t expected to ever hear from him again. You are torn between curiosity about what he wants to say and fear of actually hearing it. Still, you’d be an idiot not to agree to see him.

you: i will [ 4:12 AM ]

It takes a moment for his response to come back. You realize you’ve been holding your breath when the phone finally buzzes again.

that’s great. i hope you’re okay [ 4:12 AM ]

you: hope you’re okay, too [ 4:12 AM ]

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If I can’t hold your pain, I will hold you.

Oh Willow…

This was incredibly beautiful I’m getting misty-eyed. Your words are the epitome of poetry. The way each and every word flows like water, the way you are able to pull emotions from people is such an admirable gift and I feel like every time I read one of your pieces I become winded by it. Winded by you.

You have a true gift Willow. You are my light. You are someone that I look up to. Thank you so much Willow for sharing this. I am forever giving you my love💕💕💕💕

fix you | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Angst. But like a love letter to angst. Fluff.

WC: 500

Summary: Sometimes there’s an ocean in him.

Warnings & Tags: Grief. Comforting.

AN: My first true drabble. Based on Coldplay’s “Fix You.” Thank you to Elv ( @ezralia-writes​ ) and Debs ( @ttttaehyungie​ ) for giving me direction and immense love on the first draft of this. 

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©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

fix you

You comb your fingers from his hairline back to the crown of his head.

The dark waves part at your touch, falling like dark stars, streams of black water around your fingertips.

Again. And again.

Until his hand tightens around your thigh, until his trembling breath comes just a little slower, still rasping through his lungs.

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Of Bears And Bonds | 01

➬ Of Bears and Bonds

➬ Character | Seokjin x reader

⇢ Genre | Were-bear/Bear Shifter!Seokjin, Witch! Reader, Fated Mates!au, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your old cabin in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you were prepared for anything come winter. The only thing you have not been prepared to deal with is to find a bear being sent to your doorsteps. Asleep.

⇢ Ratings & Warnings | +18/mature; slow burn (and I mean, really slow), nudity, voyeurism, Jin appearing as a bear at the beginning of the story (it’s pretty obvious I think, but a fair warning was needed on this one), size kink (Jin has a big D), tattooed Jin, mentions of marking.

⇢ Word count | 19k words (I’m so sorry!)

➥ Part of the Shifters Series | Next Chapter ⇢

➥ Cross post | Inkitt | Wattpad

⇢ Author’s Note | I have decided to split this story into two parts because I didn’t want to make you guys wait too much longer. This story takes place around the similar timeline from the scenes in Blood Moon Rising, but can also serve as a prequel. The story can be read as a standalone, yet it would probably be more pleasurable to read this alongside the main series Blood Moon Rising and/or by reading The Half-Lycan beforehand. | For @jamaisjoons​ and @theodea​ who have been hyping me up with this one and for helping me by tossing ideas back and forth whenever I get stuck.

PART ONE

Many years had passed since the last time the lone sorcerer, Mage Cian, stepped foot in the North.

For the mage had not been a huge fan of the cold weather. Despite his constant traveling when he is not leading the small community of White Witches and Warlocks that he had built for himself way in the East, he always chooses to stay away from the cold parts of the region, keeping it low and warm. Yet, he is risking it all today, as the North had always been known as the coldest part of the region. Particularly on times like now, when winter is near.

The cold temperature in the North is just starting to pick up as Mage Cian finally arrives at where he should be, letting him know that his time is almost up. He knows that he needs to make pace if he wants to make sure that everything will run according to what fate has planned.

There is no sign for the snow to arrive on this part of the land just yet, but the ground has already started to become frosty as the dead leaves and gravel crunch underneath his boots on his way to the edge of the forest. It doesn’t take him long before he emerges through the dense trees and finds himself staring at the rocky wall at the foot of the mountain. He continues his short walk just as the sky begins to grow darker, tracing the rocky hill until he is standing right at the mouth of a dark cavern that would soon be covered under a mountain of snow.

With no more time to waste, Mage Cian enters the cave with calm and grace, without making so much of a noise. Using his magic, he lights his way in to reach the heart of the cavern, making sure to get through the dark without disrupting the peace and quiet. He needs to tread his way in carefully if he wants things to go on without a hitch.

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