Quiet, Baby. (m) Jjk

quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

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“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks. 

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He has, thankfully, spared you of such truths, like he continues to spare you of any details about his life. Theoretically, that makes it easier to not get so attached. Theoretically.

Ooooooh….Rain….

This is like, the first chapter where my feelings are completely mixed. I’m happy that now we’ve caught up to the occurrences of the first few parts, but going back to look at what word he said made my teeth clench. But then, Yoongi said that she’s the only one he’s been with, which is nice, but I know, I KNOW that in some way, shape or form that this is going to backfire in some way. So now, I’m sitting here, head in hand, because I just don’t know. I feel like each part is like a game of Russian Roulette, and you don’t know what’s going to happen until you find yourself first, going back to see where it fits along with the other parts, then reading the warnings, before proceding with caution and finishing it with either a smile of happiness or one that’s to help block out the pain. (Can’t you see how hard I’m trying to protect my heart?)

Thank you Rain for this. Seriously. Each and every story, not only this one but all of them, make me so happy, and I just adore you so much. I’m sending you lots of love.💕

may 1869.

just this once, you let yourself be a little braver.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: smut, angst, fluff? words: 1.4k contains: someone new, something new.

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 20. start from the beginning?

A balmy wind drifts through the open window of your bedchamber, making ripples upon the freshly made spread. You stand in sunlight before the mirror, tracing the faint remnant of the bruise on your collarbone, left by the king’s hungry mouth too many nights before, and wish absently that the mark will stay for at least a few hours more.

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[The Kharli praising Shanna fest continues]

Oh my gosh! You would not believe how relieved I was to have a free day to catch up on this series. This story has been one of the things that I look forward to every week. Seeing how wonderfully this story is progressing and watching the fluctuations and changes of relationships occurring right under my nose has been entertaining to say the least.

First of all, I’m so glad (as I’m sure many others are) that Finn was not cheating. Even though I knew that he probably wouldn’t do that, I couldn’t help the bits of fear and the clenching of my teeth that came when the main character went to his dorm room. To watch how their relationship was covered in glittered and gold to this sort of slow fading is a bit sad to watch. And it's not something that they can just fix because it's always going to be there. The unsynchronized schedules and the fact that they are beginning to really find their footing in their respective places is really making a mark on them. It reminds me of some of the friendships that I've lost due to moving away for college. The distance and difference in schedules can sometimes make it difficult to reach out to those you care about, but I think if you truly want to make a relationship work, then you would do the best you could to make the most of what you have.

On a brighter note though, yay for Mr. Vlad not being an ass. A small victory, but one that made me smile. And, oh, did Jimin do more research on what tendonitis was? If he did, then that was so sweet. I liked reading that small convo because you can tell that bad blood aside (if it could be called that now), that he really does care about her.  And, I also feel like once Sabrina gets that stick (or barre hehe) out of her ass, she and the main character could be somewhat like friends. Possibly. Maybe. I don’t know, she still makes me side-eye her every time I think about the comments she made during the weigh-ins.

Thank you so much Shanna for this. This story, this chapter, and you have really made my night. Now, I will go take off my face mask because I think it’s beginning to suck the oils out of my skin. Thank you!! Sending you lots of love💕

Raise the Barre (Ch. 5)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight​ for this beautiful moodboard!

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Word Count: 7,183

Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.  

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Old habits die hard.

Hi Ana,

This, like all of your other works, was nothing but stunning. I feel like you write with a certain purpose. Your writing is concise, words made to hit at a specific moment in time and no a moment too soon or too late. Every scene is written so thoroughly and vividly, it feels as if for a second, I’m not aware of the things in my bedroom, but rather the world you built in its entirety as it lays behind my eyelids. 

The part at the beginning about religion and God was very well done. There’s something about that section where it feels as if there's some type of darkness in the light, and I don’t think that it’s coming from Yoongi. As a matter of fact, I think that he was one of the purest souls in the chapel. He’s so self-aware of not only himself but the people involved in his life, and I think that is a component of purity. I’m still trying to understand what all of this means to create something cohesive, but that’s the feeling and thoughts that I gathered while reading that part. 

Another part that I really enjoyed reading was the first meet up with Yoongi and the main character. It felt...raw. Intense, but also calm? It was a conversation in the waiting, but the way you built up to this moment throughout the chapters was so astonishing and fluid. The small hints of their personalities woven in, from this by the main character:

“Look, Doc,“ he starts, sighing deeply. “What I do -- it’s not that simple to explain.”

“Turns out, I’m very smart,” you fire back. “Try me.”

To something so deep and thought-proking by Yoongi:

He turns back to face the full heat of your frustration head-on. “Do you think good people sometimes make decisions they’re not proud of?”

It was just a moment that I felt so comfortable reading, even though there was this fog of tension lingering in the background. Also, I enjoyed reading that how, through all of this, you could still feel, still know with absolute positivity that Yoongi cares for her. Know that the intense “weightless feeling” in his stomach was something more than that. And all of those emotions were emphasized and heighed up to the moment where he was urging, yearning for her to just stay and listen: 

“Doc, just — just wait a minute.” The words come out in a rush, clumsy off Yoongi’s thick tongue. “Please. Just give me one more minute.”

I could feel my breath catch here. The desperation, the landing of each of every word, and its impact were written so well and so beautifully. And it felt as if you were in the moment there too, listening to him say:

“Say something, Doc,” he murmurs. “Anything. Tell me I’m right. Tell me to fuck off. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

It’s just...I really loved that scene a lot. 

Oh, and oh my goodness, the coffee shop scene. The feeling that I got when you mentioned how Yoongi dropped what he was doing to go visit her with no hesitation made my heart melt and cheeks warm. That scene was so raw, so intimate. And the kiss that followed after made me gasp a little. It was something that felt perfect for them and I wouldn’t be able to imagine it any other way. Though my heart did crack just a tad when she said that she was scared to like him.

The cliffhanger at the end??!?! I always knew that there was something fishy going on with Mr. Lee. I didn’t know what, but I always knew that something wasn’t right when he kept going off to these strange places. There are so many theories in my mind now, and I can’t wait to finally know who Mr. Lee is (if that even is his real name. He could be part of the underground stuff for all we know). I’m also wondering what the one thing Yoongi truly possesses is, as you said. 

Thank you so much Ana for this story. I actually decided to read this today because of everything that's going on within the U.S. and I just needed a moment where I didn’t have to worry or think about anything else, so thank you for providing me this comfort. It means more to me than the words that I could ever hope to express. I'm forever grateful for you, Ana. I hope that you’ve been well. I’m sending you my heart.💕

greedy | myg x reader | chapter three: toothpaste & coffee

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: 6.9K

notes:  thank you guys so much for reading my story! i’m really hoping you love this third chapter. if you do, i’d love to hear from you – send me an ask here.

beta read by the boo @hobi-gif​ who never fails to rescue me from myself in at least one scene in every chapter.

warnings: there are mentions of blood and themes of religion in this chapter.

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

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03

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Sunday morning – come hell or high water – Yoongi’s butt had to be parked in a pew.  

Church was absolutely non-negotiable for the boys of Shing Ma.

Yoongi would tug at the collars of his ill-fitting hand-me-down shirts and sit through hours of preaching in his too-tight shoes.  He would stare up at the carved wooden figure of Jesus mounted just behind the altar and Jesus would stare right back.

I see what you’ve been up to, Min Yoongi, his face seemed to say. You’re not fooling me.

Jesus always won the staring contest.

So Yoongi would spend his entire week fucking around in the streets of Daegu – skipping class and sneaking cigarettes – but on Sunday, he’d have to sweat through a sermon, trying his hardest to avoid the knowing eyes of the Lord.

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Taking Flight [KNJ Oneshot]

➳ summary: More than a decade after the alien invasion that wiped out most of the planet, you and Namjoon are both in the Pilot Cadet Corps, training for if the alien attackers ever come back. What begins as a playful rivalry between two overachievers develops into a deep friendship and emotional bond, but when the aliens suddenly return and you and Namjoon are separated, you find out just what you’re willing to do to get back to him.

➳ pairing: pilot!Namjoon x pilot!reader

➳ genre: smut, sci fi au, post apocalypse au, alien invasion au, rivals to friends to lovers

➳ word count: 15.2k

➳ read on ao3, link to my masterlist

➳ tags: smut, reunion sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, emotional loving sex, soft dom namjoon, dirty talk (no degradation), rivals to friends to lovers, sexually charged fight/sparring scene when they’re rivals, previously seemingly unrequited love/mutual pining, shower sex, multiple positions, namjoon is needy and so in love

➳ warnings: unnamed character death/death mention, blood mention, injury mention/vague description

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He turns the phone in his hand once, twice, thrice, before he lets the previous thought pierce through his mind. I miss her.

Ah, wow Traci. 

It’s been a while since I’ve read one of your works. Too long, in my opinion. I just know that ‘Exchanges’ was the story that led me to you and from that point on, I just could not stop going through your masterlist. 

Now though, that I’ve come back to read more of your stories, it feels as all of the air has been sucked out of my body. Stunning me enough to make me not want to move any more because if I were to do so, it would break me out of the trace that you laid on me with this piece.

Your literature, Parallel language and imagery, the way this one part:

It had been a dangerous idea to play with, of course. Extremely dangerous. Get too close and brew on the concept for too long and it could react like poison, entering his bloodstream and getting into his head and killing him off before he realized he had a problem to begin with.

Only it’s a little different this time because he knows that he has a problem, knows perfectly well that he’s in the middle of an absolute shitstorm, yet he finds himself unable to stop. Or unable to feel that desire to stop, anyways—that desire to stop loving you.

Had me clutching my chest because it was so poetic and overwhelmingly brillant.

The way you can capture attention at the snap of your fingers (well, technically with your words but...) Still. You drew me deeper inside of this story until it felt hard to breathe and my chest was just pounding at the effect of your writing. It was intense, both your words and the story, and I don’t know but...it just made me feel like there’s so much more to what’s behind the screen. Behind writing and this story itself. Being able to simply put your thoughts into something that somewhat tangible and create a world where characters have their own personalities and feeling and emotions and behaviors is just...jawdropping. Your mind is so beautifully crafted, it’s amazing. It’s beyond words, and even if I did have the word to tell you just how much I enjoyed reading this, it wouldn’t even suffice to be a fraction of the impact you’ve had on me not just now, but over the course of 2+ years. And to even know that this was written two years ago just astonishes me even more. Wants me to praise you even more because never before have I been so emotional about a piece of writing that maybe I started tearing up while I wrote this review. 

Thank you so much Traci for this. You and this story sincerely brightened my day and I’ll be foreever grateful for you. Thank you again! And I’m sending all of my love to you.💕

maybe (m)

PAIRING: jimin/reader

GENRE: friends with benefits au • fluff/smut

WORD COUNT: 2k 

WARNINGS: based on “things you said with too many miles between us” from my old blog. smut in the form of unprotected sex 

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He turns the phone in his hand once, twice, thrice, before he lets the previous thought pierce through his mind. I miss her.

It had been a dangerous idea to play with, of course. Extremely dangerous. Get too close and brew on the concept for too long and it could react like poison, entering his bloodstream and getting into his head and killing him off before he realized he had a problem to begin with.

Only it’s a little different this time because he knows that he has a problem, knows perfectly well that he’s in the middle of an absolute shitstorm, yet he finds himself unable to stop. Or unable to feel that desire to stop, anyways—that desire to stop loving you.

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