Pairing: Werewolf!boyfriend Namjoon/F!Reader

Pairing: Werewolf!boyfriend Namjoon/F!Reader

Connected series: Safe With Me (You don’t have to read the original series as this oneshot is an AU, but I won’t be sad if you decide you wanna. :D )

Summary: Namjoon has always been transparent and honest with you regarding his nature, keeping you informed without fail about what being a werewolf could mean at times, including letting you know when he’d be away due an upcoming rut or a full moon. One of his top priorities has been, since day one, to ensure that you never felt afraid of being with him and you’ve always appreciated that about him, especially given how awful your previous relationship had been.

One great thing about having so patient a boyfriend, one so willing to keep you away from him when his urges could be more pronounced, was that it gave you plenty of time to feel comfortable with your own.

And you had every intention of showing Namjoon just how much you wanted to start spending those full moon nights by his side.

Features/warnings: Halloween fic, Werewolf AU for Safe With Me, established relationship, fluff, references to YN having had an abusive ex-boyfriend (none of the past abuse is described or detailed, but please read with caution if this is a triggering subject for you), Namjoon is the king of self control, YN just wants to finally fuck her boyfriend when he’s extra horny, Tae is a very good friend who wants to see his friends basically get werewolf married, discussions about mating and marking, smut, YN and Joon get it on while he’s in his big werewolf form so this is some straight up monster fucking, werewolf Joon has a huge dick and a very long tongue, also claws, cunnilingus, blow job, tit-fucking, dirty-talk, size kink cause Joon is pretty massive when he’s in his wolf form, also he’s equal parts feral and soft, YN tops for a bit then Joon tops for a bit, unprotected sex, no actual knotting but there’s a ridge near the base of Joon’s dick that YN becomes a big fan of, also a pretty good bit of cum, blood mention from being marked, so much softness after all is said and done

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“I’m forgetting something. I know I am. What am I forgetting?”

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Jungkook stands in the thick of it, arms outstretched before him as if he could feel the shadows. And instead of scaring him, the daredevil, that constant adrenaline-hungry drive inside him beckons him to go further.

If I'm being completely honest, I did not know what I was expecting once I opened this fic. My mind was mushed beyond belief as I began reading, but as I continued, I feel like I had one of the biggest shocks this year (though, now that I think about it, that was probably my fault for not reading the genre. Again. Brain smushed).

This was hot. Hotter than anything that I expected, but to be honest, it was my fault for letting my guard down because you always stun me whenever I read your stories. Especially this one.

You're able to make something ominous, dark and sinister, into something truly sexy and captivating. It's astonishing beyond words. I also really liked this part:

Craving a response, Jungkook reaches out a hand into the unfathomable dark. He is almost instantly met with a smooth firmness, the texture unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It sends a thrill surging through his veins, his pulse starting its palpitation. He knows it’s all a mirage, but he swears he can feel the weight of it in his palm.

I’m not sure why, but it was a moment that I kept thinking back upon as I was typing this out. I also know that you said that you wrote this last year, but that only means that your work is as priceless as it is timeless. Thank you so much for sharing Rain!!! I hope that you had a happy Halloween. I'm sending you lots and lots of spooky love👻💕💕💕

In the Depths of Night | JJK {M}

how does that ancient adage go? oh yes - be careful what you wish for…

pairing: sub!jungkook x ??? genre: smut (& nothin’ but) words: 1.3k contains: tentacles.

“Wait, but don’t you think that’s kind of hot?”

Jungkook’s utterance has six pairs of eyes whirling onto him, some wide in surprise, others teeming with amusement. His own have expanded, pupils dilating as he waves his hands in front of him in some sort of panic. He hadn’t thought it to be such a radical statement, but now he’s sorely regretting letting it leave his mouth at all. “Um, I mean, just, uhh…”

“No, Jungkook,” Hoseok says, shaking his head, “I don’t think being murdered by a monster is ‘kind of hot’.”

“Not that part!” Jungkook exclaims, even though he vowed just seconds ago never to open his mouth again in case something equally insane came spewing out. But now it seems like he can’t stop himself. “The… The tentacle part…!”

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You’re trapped in his arms, nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Only the sound of your combined breaths, his a little more slow and sleepy than your nervous pant. Trapped only with the idea of him so close, and the strange thing fluttering in your chest that only continues to grow bigger and bigger despite all the work you’ve done to push it away. 

Oh my God Willow! You would not believe how excited I was to finally, FINALLY, dig into this piece after months on end. I was saving this piece to read on a day where there would be no work. Just me, my brain, and I, but that didn’t happen, and I knew that it wouldn't happen soon. So I went out on a limb and began reading it during the beginning of one of the most stressful periods in school, and now I'm here typing out this message while reading a journal article for one of my classes.

Honestly, and I can’t even believe I'm going to try and put this into words because there is no simple expression for the way you made me feel during those opening paragraphs, but you made me...feel. And it felt so good. And it felt like I was there in the moment, so immersed that for a millisecond, I believed that if I turned my head at just the right angle, my nose would brush against Jimin’s arm, and I would smell the scent of him. Now of course if that happened in real life, I would think that you were a unicorn or something angelic (even though I already do that anyways), but you had me hooked due to the imagery and visuals you had from the beginning.

“If you speak, you’ll break the dream,” he says. “Just enjoy it. Let me be here with you.”

Eyes don’t close in dreams, but you know you drift somewhere soft, the feeling of his body so close to yours and the precious rhythm of his breath tracing your neck.

This part made my stomach catch butterflies and made me feel as though I was swimming in a sea of white and yellow. It was soft and lovely as dreams should be, until the next part when it's hot and heavy and wow would I like to hear Jimin moan again good god. It was interesting to read their relationship, the ups and the downs. From when Jimin said “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” to “Well–do you not want to get laid tonight?” he asks slowly. All of it was woven together so beautifully I wouldn’t be able to imagine it any other way.

The club scene with the main character dancing with Hoseok and his words of encouragement and then seeing Jimin like that was really sexy and pretty hot. I also chuckled a bit during the whole “See a dick, converse about a dick” convo, and “So do you usually masturbate without porn?” My jaw dropped!!!

Even when you were with other partners or one night stands, all you could do was compare them to Jimin. Were they as softly hilarious as him? Did they know your every thought, your every desire, like he did? Could they anticipate your mood before you even could? Did they fill you with that feeling of belonging and safety like he did? No. None of them ever did. You didn’t just crave Jimin’s attention, you craved his touch.

I thought this part was so beautiful because you get to see more of their relationship, a deeper aspect of their relationship, alongside those sexual feelings. And maybe this baseline of their relationship was the spark of those intense sexual feelings. Their conversation that they had was so intimate and raw, and then you put this in here that was like the final nail on the coffin:

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He lets his hands drop to your hips, maneuvering you so that you’re fully straddling his waist as he sits up against the headboard. “I wanted you in my life, in whatever way that would be. I wanted you as my best friend and my inspiration and my home – and to have you like that? I would never want to fuck it up.”

At this point, it felt as though I was intruding on their conversation because of how emotional it was, and the build-up of the sexual tension was purely amazing. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head, but each one kept getting better and better and more intense than the last. The way Jimin touches them, to the way he speaks oh so softly and treats them like porcelain was truly stunning. It was soft, but without a doubt steamy and sexy and intimate and intense, it felt hard to breathe during some moments.

I also really loved the parallels between the warmth that the main character felt because initially, it was suffocating and uncomfortable due to the heater, but now, in the end, it's welcomed, but mostly due to Jimin and just deep emotions. And finally, the ending:

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”

You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of that dorky smile.

But you do know the tears threatening to spill over are rising from the deep, unnamable affection that rolls through your chest, finally released from silence. You want to call it love, and that is what you will call it, but there’s also something that goes so much deeper than the word itself. Something you know you will spend your whole life trying to explain to him.

Oh gosh! Sorry that this is so long. I just had a lot thoughts to tell you, and you make me feel safe telling them Willow. Thank you for writing such an incredible story. It’s so beautiful, so intricate, so undoubtedly sexy but there are hints of you in there that just make this piece feel whole and unique and special. Thank you for making me feel whole and special, Willow. I’m sending my heart to you on a sea of stars💕💕💕

point of no return | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.

WC: 10.2k

Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend.  Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie.  

AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness! 

This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party! 

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

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“Why did you tell me?” Jungkook’s doing that thing again, alternating between biting his tongue and chewing his cheek as he stares at you. You can practically see the melancholy rolling off him; it shines dark on the depths of his irises, how his fist trembles just barely at his side. For all his good looks and leisurely charm, you can see the effort it takes to hold himself together now.

Guilt ascends, starts somewhere deep in your stomach and turns stomach acid to butterflies. It creeps higher and higher over your spine, locking each vertebrae until you’re immobile, unable to tear your gaze from his. “I thought you deserved to know.”

Erin!! I know that I said that I would have to wait a little bit before I could read your works, but I ended up giving in because seeing this bookmarked in my tabs and the thought of reading it kept knocking at my brain, but I’m really glad that I took some time out of my usual morning routine and read this. 

I know that I say this a lot, and you may get annoyed with me saying it again, but the way you write is beyond words. How are you able to string words, sentences, sceneries, and vivid imagery so well? How are you able to break the fourth wall between me and the screen of my phone and pull me into all of your fantastic worlds? How are you able to make me just simply...feel? I am completely and utterly in awe of you, Erin, and I’ll continue to tell you that each and every time you run across my mind. 

I loved the main character. She's witty. Elegant and just. She knows how to play her cards right and when, but she also knows when to push the boundaries just the right amount. You can see that in the way she talks to Jungkook easily, but there’s also this softness to her that's somewhat hidden beneath her hardened and strong and confident persona. She reminds me of white and gold and just a tad of pastel pink and blue and green. She reminds me of the essence of a libra, and her aura reminds me of the beautiful being that is you in a way. I could see bits and parts of you woven throughout this story, and it made reading it so much better and more full. I feel full even when reflecting upon it as I type this out. 

Another thing that I really enjoyed was how you wrote Jungkook. He’s soft and sweet. He reminds me of the soft smell of vanilla and jasmine. Someone who you want to protect and bubble wrap. 

As it stands, he’s just the right-side of anxious, a hundred little sparks of uncertainty flaring beneath his skin and lighting him up in neon. You can see him from a mile away he’s lit up so bright, seemingly uncomfortable in his own skin.

It was nice seeing how he was able to adjust to the main character’s persona, and learn the ebbs and flows of their relationship growing into something more and heartfelt. Where he pulls, she pushes, and I really enjoyed this moment in the restaurant because of that:

“What?” He’s had enough of your quiet observation, apples of his cheeks reminiscent of the tree in your parents’ backyard.  

“What?” You parrot back, shameless, dark eyes twinkling at him.

“Y-you’re staring at me.”  

“You’re sitting in front of me.”

As the story continues, you get to see them both expose a piece of themselves. Jungkook becoming more confident while the main character softens just a tad for him. Let’s down the walls that she had put up before. And the way you were able to slowly yet surely show that throughout this piece was beauty personified. I also really loved it when Jungkook was reading her:

“I do.” He nods - almost to himself - and continues, matter-of-fact. “You care about people. You’re… hard around the edges but you don’t mean to hurt anyone. You want to do what’s right. Sometimes it means you have to do things that aren’t easy.”

But then you ended up reading me for filth!!!:

He scoffs when you call him a serial monogamist, insists he isn’t even as you list out all the facts pointing otherwise.

“I just… don’t like wasting my time,” he insists from behind his coffee cup.  

“You mean you don’t like the potential to be hurt.” 

There were other sections that I enjoyed, most particularly the scene when the main character was helping him get ready for his date: 

“What do you think?” It’s low-cut black, relaxed in the shoulders and flattering in the torso. It holds him just right, hugging the muscle that threads across his shoulders like armour, coils around his upper arms and makes his tattoos stand in stark relief where the sleeves end, mid-forearm. 

It looks good— but then again, a lot of things look good on him. He wants great.

You answer honestly, because that’s what you do and that’s what he has you there for. To knock him down when his (admittedly small) ego gets a little too big, remind him of his hubris like the summer sun upon his candle wax wings. “Not bad…”

Honestly, this section was just so poetic and beautiful, enhanced by the vivid alliteration imagery. I was smiling a little bit here because it was a moment where you see that it’s just them. No barriers or anything holding them back. It felt free, and it made me a bit emotional when I came across that. But, one of the most hard-hitting plot points was this jewel:

“So, you like her.” It feels a bit bad, condescending in a way; you don’t mean it in any way but supportive. You just want him to be happy. “But you couldn’t ask her out because it didn’t feel right?”

“She’s not you.”  

Oh my godd!! I could feel my breath hitch in my throat at the final line, but it would be a lie if I said that I didn’t expect it. I mean, this is Jungkook after all. Heart made of gold and as soft as a summer cloud. But, what I didn’t expect however was the transition between “Aww! Jungkook is so shy and so cute here because of the lingerie” to “BISSS WTF?!?!?!?!!!?” when the smut came. It was so unexpected and so hot, it felt as if I was being sucker-punched multiple times and I couldn’t stop blushing because of the things that he was doing. The things that he was saying!

This ended up being totally longer than what I expected, and if you made it this far without skipping over stuff then I applaud you. Erin, I completely and absolutely adore you my love. Thank you for this piece. Thank you for your writing in general. And thank you for the happiness that you have given me for the short period that I’ve known you. My heart is, and forever will be, yours.💕

( DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT. )

Money’s something that makes the world go around.  There’s absolutely nothing wrong with securing the bag.  You don’t shame anyone for doing what they need to do.  

That is, until you come face to face with the poor guy that’s being suckered out of both his heart and cash.  You simply can’t let it go on.

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.  idiots to lovers.  fluff, angst, smut.  the holy trifecta, babies!  explicit, obviously.  

tags / warnings.  mentions of infidelity, kook being adorable and sad, reader being a bit of a tactless butthole, a satin playsuit (very nsfw), kook does a 180, smut in the form of: a slight oral fixation, too much spit, overstimulation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (pls don’t be irresponsible).

wc.  12.2k of nonsense.  pure nonsense, i tells ya. 

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif​ did what she always does aka read through this and made me a better writer and @yeoldontknow​ dealt with my big dumbass and let me cry about my pea brain to her.  i love you both sm!!!  ✨💜

author note.  the long-awaited fic is here!!  i really hope you enjoy it.  if you do, please maybe leave a comment or something?  i swung back and forth between loving and hating this so it’d really, really mean a lot.  anyway, thanks as always for reading and i adore you!  stay safe and happy and healthy!

He’s a sucker.  That’s what you think of him, despite the fact you’ve never met him.  It’d be impossible not to, given what you’ve heard. 

His girlfriend - or something - is in every other week, flashing his black card like she has something to prove.  Sometimes, she’s by herself;  often, she’s with another gaggle of girls that fawn all over themselves and shriek a little too loudly for your taste.  They’re vapid, snooty in a way that makes you cringe every time they step into the boutique.  Still, you’re nice because this is your job and you have to be.  You can’t exactly tell a paying customer to get lost - even if you think it at least six times each visit. 

“He has no idea.”  It’s always the same thing, a story that pulls at your heartstrings yet has you scoffing in equal parts.  “I told him we were doing a girls’ trip but Hyunjin’s going to meet me on his way back and we’re spending the week at the Ritz.”

How can he possibly be this dumb, you wonder.  How can’t he see past the pretty pink lipstick and perfectly coiffed blonde hair?  It isn’t even that nice of a colour job - too icy and reminiscent of Malibu Barbie. 

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You hate the twisting in your stomach when you realize for the first time that she is beautiful, and then you can’t seem to stop.

Oh god that hurt. It felt like a knife was slowly twisting in my gut and by the end, someone (you) just came and flicked it for pure mockery and satisfaction. The final nail on the coffin. (I’m totally kidding….maybe). 

Rain! Can we slow down on the angst just a tad. Like I knew, I KNEW that this was coming, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. And I know for sure that you’re laughing at me and the rest of us who are curled up in a ball trying to figure out when this angst train will stop, but like….why? Out of pure desperation, I also went back to previous chapters in the 1867/1868 timeline to refresh my memory and see if things got better then, but all there was was just angst. Do you know how much my heart is hurting right now, Rain?😩

Okay. I think I’ve whined to you enough, especially at this time in the morning, but thank you for making my heart hurt. I really appreciate it. I’m sending you my love on a space ship.😘💕

march 1867.

she is beautiful in ways you could never be.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: drama, angst words: 1.3k contains: longing.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 18. start from the beginning?

Her name is Beom-su.

Her carriage arrives just as the sun reaches its highest peak in the sky, two measly days after Yoongi becomes king. The sole, precious daughter of the Minister of Taxation, as you will learn that evening from Jin-young over a dinner that is tasteless on your tongue. And because fate seems to have it out for you, you are witness to Beom-su’s welcoming procession. Castle ladies and eunuchs alike bow to her as she is helped out of her opulent gama by the servants that carried her all the way here. You hate the twisting in your stomach when you realize for the first time that she is beautiful, and then you can’t seem to stop.

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Dating Taehyung is like having the keys to the world’s most luxurious sports car and never getting the chance to drive.

By now, you are way past ready to go for a ride.

Okay, so I know that at the top of your story you put, verbatim: "please don’t look for redeeming value here" but, do you honestly expect me not to when you write the way you write and make me feel the things I feel, Ana?

I feel like by now, we’ve established this relationship of me screaming and loving you and wondering if you could ever take my breath away even more, and you doing just that. It’s amazing really, and right now my brain is just tired of trying to comprehend how you are able to just...be you. Your mind and things that are within it are so wonderful. Almost as if it’s just glitter and golden stars circulating throughout. That would make a lot of sense really, in my opinion. 

Taehyung in this story is so hot. The amount of detail, even though subtle, was so vivid due to the practicality of your word choice and syntax. It’s incredible how much detail and imagery you were able to pack in this because it felt like a full-blown movie.  

Taehyung looks flawless every time you see him -- of course -- but today he somehow manages to look even more handsome than usual. His lightweight cream shirt hugs his trim chest but not too tight and his slacks hug his sculpted ass but not too much. His dark, wavy hair is just long enough to fall into his eyes.

He catches you staring at the way the sun plays off his face and you flush, looking away -- but not before you catch the hint of a smile.

Honestly, he makes me sick! Especially when he did this too:

“Well, downstairs you all but demanded I take my pants off,” he laughs. “So where is that energy now, huh?”

Again...Sickening! I love it. I love him. And I’m sending my love to you as always. 

Thank you so much Ana for this! I also realized that I have the leverage to get my friend back after all the things she sent me tonight. So, in light of the story, I’m saying screw equality just this once and sending this to her to hopefully ruin/make her night. Thank you oh so very much Ana. My heart is yours!😘💕

just a taste | kth x reader

summary:  he’s hot. he’s considerate. he’s refusing to make a move. weeks of sexual frustration come to a head at a wine tasting and – this is going to shock NO ONE – smut ensues.

pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2.9K

rating: 18+ genre:  smut, PWP, that’s pretty much it please don’t look for redeeming value here warnings:  considerate!tae, welldressed!tae, massivedick!tae, sexuallyfrustrated!reader, protected sex, oral (m/f)

A/N: hey guys! so this fic is part of “the summer bucketlist” collaboration. the rules: pick a summer activity and smut it up.  so here we are – my prompt was for a wine tasting and the member i wrote for is the insanely handsome and charming kim taehyung.  i hope you guys enjoy!

beta read by the amazing @hobi-gif because apparently i am incapable of writing a grocery list without her approval.  hope, i’d be lost without you xoxo

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Wine is not your jam.

You can never taste cherries or oak or whatever other bullshit people swear they’re tasting when they drink wine.  You pretend you do, of course – because you’d much rather fake it than look unsophisticated in front of the cardigan-wearing cork-sniffing crowd.  

On any given day, you’d be much happier drinking a beer.

But that doesn’t stop you from changing your tune the moment Taehyung calls.  When he asks if you’d be interested in going to a wine tasting, you damned near fall over yourself at the chance.  

Because you might not like wine, but you sure as hell like Taehyung.

And one little white – or red – lie isn’t gonna hurt anyone.

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