Your Hands Run Over His Chiseled Torso To Feel The Uneven Flesh Beneath Your Fingertips. Years Of Training,

Your hands run over his chiseled torso to feel the uneven flesh beneath your fingertips. Years of training, of fights both won and lost, of facing opponents with a lust for blood, have hardened him, left a mosaic of scars in their wake to mark and maim the bronze canvas. He hides them behind a mural of art. Blots out the ever-present reminders of the choices he’s made in a storm of black and grey.

He is ashamed.

But to you, he is beautiful.

Hi Kiki! First, before I say anything else, I would like to say that you are so damn amazing and I am completely in awe of you. I’ve had this story sitting in my to-read list for what feels like the longest, but I can’t tell you how glad I am to finally have some free time to sit down and read this. I honestly don’t know what I was expecting when I pressed the ‘Keep reading’ but it certainly was not this masterpiece. You completely blew my expectations out of the water and sent my heart to the highest of heavens, and I am completely and utterly grateful for you and your talent here. 

The way you began this story was so picturesque, and it felt like you set up the tone so well. I’m not sure why, but I kept imagining this blue-grey haze as I continued reading. It’s most likely because of the header (good job Ana/ @xjoonchildx), but this story was so incredibly vivid. 

He is tense beneath your lips, but he always is, carrying his burdens on broken bones. 

This line was so dark for me to read, but also very and poetic. It's a strange sensation to feel after reading that line because it's like a light in the darkness and you're not sure if you should go toward it or continue to surrender and swim in it, but it’s beautiful in a way. Like Yin-Yang. That’s how I feel when I think about the surface versus reading deeply. The way your writing is so bright and refreshing in contrast to this world is truly astonishing.

He’s not ok, a fact you both know. He hasn’t slept much since his last match, a brutal victory against a vengeful competitor. That night, you had nursed his wounds with steady hands, whispered words of reassurance into his ear, stripped his emotions bare until he was sobbing into your chest. 

He’s not a monster. He’s not evil. He’s just surviving. But barely. And that’s why you always ask.

Now that I’m rereading this line, it’s hitting a bit stronger in my chest now in comparison to the first time I read this. I think this is the first time that you really begin to see the depths of their relationship and how impactful this job is for both of them. It’s beautifully tragic, but I’m glad that they have each other to have and to hold during these trying times. My heart is also swelling a bit more just because of the rawness between them. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before and it’s bit overwhelming to see how much love they have for each other, but it’s oh so beautiful. 

But the underground is lawless, and you know he doesn’t have a choice. Debts, loyalties, threats… all cruel dictators of the life Namjoon’s been forced to lead. And lead it he will, as long as you are living and breathing beside him. As long as you are there to rebuild him when he crumbles.

This part honestly took my breath away. I could feel the pain, but it’s that same pain that keeps urging them to fight both together and for one another (this sounds so cheesy I'm sorry), but I think that by knowing this, you can see why it’s so easy for them to love each other and I think that is their own dichotomy. 

But on nights like tonight, between matches, in the wake of training, he likes to be teased. Likes you to drag out his pleasure, because it reminds him he is still alive. Still capable of feeling something good. Still worthy of something good, even with a line of broken bodies trailing his own battered soul.

Oh god, this was just too beautiful. I really have nothing much to say after that, but...wow.

“You deserve me, Namjoon. You deserve the whole world.” 

I think it was at this point where my eyes began to water just a tad because of how vulnerable you see Namjoon start to become. All of his fears and doubts coming to the surface during such an intimate time is really earthshattering in my eyes, but I love how the main character is able to pull him back together and comfort him. Piece by piece. 

You found the boy beneath the man, and you want to give him the world.

You wish some things were different. But not him.

You saved me from myself. 

Annnddd...there's the tear. 

My heart hurts. Everything was so beautiful, even more than anything that I could ever imagine. I love this. And I'm so in love with your writing it's absolutely ridiculous. Thank you so much Kiki for making my day. I really needed this, and this story and your words were the perfect antidote. Thank you again, Kiki. Truly. I’m so grateful for you. I’m sending you my love.💕💕💕

Dichotomy [M]

Author uhgood-dooghu

Pairing Underground Fighter!Namjoon x Reader

Summary He doesn’t want this life. But it’s the hand he’s been dealt. He is falling, but you are his safety net.

Genre Smut, angst, fluff, marriage!au, very loosely inspired by the film Southpaw, porn with a splash of plot

Warnings Unprotected marital sex, nipple play, nipple orgasm, oral (male and brief female), consensual possessiveness, Namjoon has tattoos, mentions of violence, lots of love, lots of angst, some cracky fluff if you squint, they’re very in love, they have a kid, they’re dealing with a lot of shit

Word Count 4.1k

a/n Banner by @xjoonchildx​ who singlehandedly gave me more confidence in my writing in 10 minutes than anyone has given me in like…10 years (so yeah, not to be dramatic but I kind of love you 🙈)

Dichotomy . . Trouvaille . . Redemancy

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“You still up for me, tiger?”

From his spot reclined against the pillows, Namjoon cocks his head, tired eyes narrowing into a smirk when he finds you leaning against the closet door frame. Sky blue silk hangs loosely off your shoulder, revealing the sheer bodysuit gracing your curves. You quirk an eyebrow and grin as your husband’s darkened eyes roam your body and linger on the deep v between your breasts, cream tulle contoured seamlessly to your hardened nipples. With a lick of his lips, he folds his arms behind his head.

“I don’t know, baby. Why don’t you come find out?”

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UNDER CONTROL | NAMJOON | DO NOT REPOST! ➳ 18+  ➳ werewolf!AU 🎃 ➳ when you want to get closer to him, but he’s afraid he will lose control . masterlist / instagram / twitter

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home sweet home.

[ read devil in a new suit ]

i just really, really wanted to explore a bit about kook’s family because i think it shines a big light on who this adorable baby is.  i hope you enjoy!  xo

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  you’ll get cavities from reading this, honestly.  but also, very light smut in the form of:  inappropriate bullet egg use and tit groping (again, kook is a boob guy).  wc.  1.7k.

You meet his parents on a Sunday afternoon, invited to their palatial home for family brunch. It’s the first one you’ve been invited to, despite the fact you and Jungkook have been dating for what feels like forever (but in reality is only six months).  

Mama Jeon is an intimidating woman with a deceptively sweet face, aging gracefully around her eyes, the barely there lines upon her hands doing little to detract from her beauty.  She holds herself with immeasurable grace, practically dances into her son’s embrace when the two of you step into the modernist’s dream, chicly decorated and swathed in neutral tones.  It reminds you vaguely of Jungkook’s apartment - but decidedly more refined.  Same colour palette, though. 

“Jungkook-ah,”  she hums, patting adoringly at his cheek when he passes a kiss against hers, looking every inch the mama’s boy he is. 

“Eomma,”  he returns, so giddy it makes your heart soar in your chest.  He’s so easy to love - and so easily loving, offering the world to the woman who’d raised and loved him.  Two hands - the picture of respect - pass over the box of pastries you’d picked up on your way, the bag of too-expensive fruit topping the container.  (Apparently, his mother loves grapes, but only green ones.)  “These are for you— from us.”

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Author: @yeoldontknow​ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (oc; female) Genre: arranged marriage au; angst; fluff; smut Rating: NC-17 Warning: explicit sex; explicit language Summary: Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too.  Word Count: 16,535

Two days after your fourteenth birthday, your parents agree it is time to tell you that you are engaged.

When they call you into the kitchen, you find they are sitting beside one another - closer than you have ever seen them - and a slow panic begins to course through your veins. In the past, death was the only thing that could bring them together, the fading of a life forcing them into closeness if only to seek comfort in another equally as empty.

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They couldn’t be a bunch of young guys fucking around in the streets forever. Yoongi had always known somewhere in the back of his mind that the makeshift family they built together would change when they started real ones. He saw it coming.

But something about it makes him feel empty, anyway.

Something about it makes him think of you.

Ana, serious question here but: How is it that you made my heart stop with only one word? Are you a fairy? Or some sort of angel? I think you might be just because of how magical you are, and how you’re able to make me just...feel things whenever you’re around or when I see you post something.

First, and I’m taking a detour and coming off a bit stronger than I usually do with these (probably because I’m a good halfway through my wine right now and my cheeks are feeling flushed but…) this: 

“Blowing up my pager is obnoxious,” he hisses.  “Page and wait.  That’s the least you can do.”....You Mother Fuc-

Honestly, that entire convo with douchebag, dumbass, Dr. Lee made me want to reach through my screen and shake him until he starts to drool. Does he not have any decency??? At all??? I honestly hope that Yoongi comes in during one of this blowups and does more than pick his pockets thats for sure because he needs to be knocked down several peggs if you ask me. 

Whew, okay, now that that’s done, not @ how the mc went sleuthing and found baseball players instead of his name. That honestly made me laugh and I love that as the chapters unfold, you get to see more and more of this mysterious Yoongi piece by piece. I also really enjoyed the beginning when you touched on his earlier days when he practiced piano. It was very soft and I just kept on hearing First Love play over and over again in my mind, so thank you Ana for this heartfelt tidbit. 

Everything that you do amazes me. Truly. I look up to you so much Ana, so anything that you put out is surely going to be kept in my heart and mind forever (I hope that doesn’t add any pressure toward you or anything). Anyways, thank you for this. I’m sending you my heart over and over and over again.💕

P.S. - Also, is this this Yoongi that you imagined at the end??? 

Because if so, you have unlocked another monster ma’am. Okay. Now I’m done. Sending you my love forever and ever, Ana.

greedy | myg x reader | chapter two: church lady tights

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.0K

notes:

okay your girl finally got it together to put out chapter two! i am so grateful for the enthusiasm you guys had about chapter one so i really hope this lives up to expectations.  i would love to hear from you guys what you think!

beta read by @hobi-gif​ because, duh.

ALSO my sincerest apologies to the very real KBO League baseball players i reference in this story. may they never someday google their romanized names and realize they’ve been dragged into a bangtan porn. amen.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece!

Chapter 01 | 02

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Bak Seolhee was one of those holy roller types.

She wore clunky black shoes and church lady tights that always looked like they were this close to cutting off her circulation.  Her glasses sat right at the tip of her nose, forever in danger of slipping right off her pinched face.

She wasn’t a pleasant woman.

But every week she made the trek – compelled by the love of Jesus – to teach piano at the Shing Ma Boys Home.  And every week, like clockwork, the boys scattered like marbles the moment she arrived.

But not Yoongi.

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There’s a weight to those words that you feel in the pit of your heart. A pull that draws you to him like the reckless tides towards his moon – a gravitational longing to know what truth vibrates beneath. You wonder if he feels it too.

Okay, so I’m like half a glass of wine in and I plan on binging the rest of this series tonight, but my heart is already so so soft?!?! Like….Rain!! I knew that this chapter would be an important plot point because of the length, but this just blew my mind entirely!

Everything that was depicted was so picturesque. From the main character getting ready, to walking through the streets, to even the end when she and Yoongi were skipping rocks and talking, it was just all so beautiful and this chapter will be one that I will forever hold in my mind. 

Jungkook and Seokjin arguing was something that I didn’t expect, but expected at the same time. Seeing them bicker back and forth made me smile, even more so because of the fact that they were doing it in front of a prince and I’m sure if they knew, they would cry. Or just bow a bunch of times similar to Namjoon. Speaking of whom...Namjoon writing to letters to Chun-Ja??!!?! My whole heart went smoosh 🥺 I was clutching my phone at that because that is honestly the purest and sweetest thing ever and….GAHHHH! You know?

Also, the conversation between the main character and Yoongi was really heartwarming. I think that this is one of the first times when you begin to see her let down her guard just a little more than usual. Speaking from her heart more, rather than her mind. 

“I’d rather believe that there are some things in the world simply out of our control. But that we can still hope for those things to shift, to change for the better if we never give up.”

This line was intricate and emotional, and for a moment it almost felt like I was invading their conversation because of how raw it felt. 

Thank you so much for this Rain. You continuously amaze me with your writing and words. I’ll forever adore you. I’m sending you my heart 💕

Edit: I’m coming back seconds after you responded to my gush toward you and saying that I’m letting my willpower explode and run free for the rest of the night! I’ll see you again soon Rain😘

Edit of the edit: I also got a 92 on my lab final😉

october 1865.

you never thought you would smile like this again, but here you are. and here he is, by your side.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 5k 😳 contains: historical au, chuseok date!, eunuch kim!, so much cuteness, guest appearances hehe

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 13. start from the beginning?

“How do I look, mom?”

Standing before the mirror, you nervously smooth the delicate sash of the pink hanbok for the hundredth time, careful not to lean down too much and dislocate the floral ornament carefully pinned in your hair. There have been doves fluttering in your stomach the entire afternoon; you don’t know if you tied this correctly or if your hair is braided right, and you can’t ask any of your nearby neighbours for fear of discovery that your plans are different than theirs tonight. Mother would know exactly what to do and what to say to make you feel at ease. But want you want most is for her to see you all grown up like this. Finally able to properly wear the outfit you coveted for so long, and hold your head high in it too. You think she’d be proud.

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