As You Sigh And Settle Into His Embrace, You Realize He Feels Like A New Man.

As you sigh and settle into his embrace, you realize he feels like a new man. 

There is a quiet kind of confidence to him that you hadn’t noticed before. An ability to sit still and silently and find comfort in that. 

God, it’s sexy. 

I shouldn’t be reading this...No, I most definitely shouldn’t be reading this right now, but I peeped into the discord chat and saw the header for chapter 3, and that’s what sparked this. YOU are what sparked this, Willow.

First of all, you are a menace in the most favorable ways. The way you are able to just hook our attention from the beginning and keep the momentum, building it throughout, and even when the story is finished (not just for this one, but for all of them), you make people yearn for more. You and your writing are like a siren because you will most definitely be the end of me by the time I get finished reading this series.

Also, may I say that the depiction of the cabin seems so damn nice. 

The room is surrounded on two sides by entirely glass walls. The light that spills from the lamps that have already been lit makes it so beyond the walls, everything looks pitch black. Lush, fluffy carpets are scattered around the room, and in the corner is a small personal library, a little couch, and an armchair. And in the very center of the room is what you can only imagine to be an indoor fire pit. 

Like screw them, both literally and figuratively, but I wanna live there!!!! What the hell??!?! (Also, side note, the things that you could do in that glass hallway….😗)

Also, I love Hoseok’s playful sexiness. He’s cocky, entertaining, and dynamic, and it’s beyond charming and I love his character so much already. 

And *bangs fist on table* Willow, why’d you have to make Jungkook so, so sexy? Hmm?? That entire kitchen scene had me reeling. With a capital REELING. I was so breathless by the time I was done, and then I had to go get dinner as if all of that did not just happen. As if you didn’t make me go “Oh…” by the end of it all. As if you didn’t know how much your writing affects me, and yet, you do something like this.

Okay, now that I’ve calmed down a little...Um...I’m not sure if you’ll see me later tonight, tomorrow, next week, or during my break that’s coming up, but you’ll most definitely be met with a reaction of me screaming to the heavens because of you. 

Thank you so so so so sooooo much Willow for this. ILY! I’m really excited to see where this goes and I can’t wait to see how this all turns out. I hope that you’re doing well. I’m sending you lots of love.💕

sh. | jjk | chapter one

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader ft. OT7

RATING: Explicit.

GENRE: NonIdol!Au. Wilderness!Au. f2l. Smut. Fluff.

WC: 6k

SUMMARY: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?

WARNINGS: YN is a cuddling fiend. Untimely boner. Handjob. Nipple play. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Size kink. Slight voyeurism. Power play. Dirty talk.

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“Maybe when he’s done with you, I can take a turn.”

Ring-a-ding-dong! I’m back because apparently, my patience is wearing thin and the only thing I know is instant gratification.

This was nothing less than amazing, Willow. The smut had my insides stirring and to be honest, I am speechless. It’s amazing how well you were able to flawlessly transition between difference moments and emotions. The way how you took Jimin’s entrance into the main character and Jungkook’s escapades and weaved their wants and desires together into something that felt so filling and intense. It was overwhelming, in the best way of course, how well you are able to make things flow so seamlessly. Even more so when you realize that there’s going to be more of that in the next chapter and those to come. 

I can’t wait to read the next part and see how that turns out. You never fail to amaze me. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing piece of work. ILY!!! Sending you all of my love.💕

SH. | ot7 | chapter two

PAIRING: ot7 x reader

RATING: Explicit.

GENRE: NonIdol!Au. Wilderness!Au. Roommates!au. f2l. Smut. Fluff.

WC: 7.6k

SUMMARY: Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to reunite with your friends in a mysterious house in the mountains, how could you even think of saying no?  

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex. Sexual tension. Voyeurism. Group sex. Slight mxm. Breast play. Power play. Dirty talk. Slight degradation kink. Edging. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Light sub/dom themes. Teasing. Discussion of sex. Discussions of sub/dom roles. Sex dreams. Pining. Praise kink. 

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His gaze is so intense that people may think you are talking about world peace or other life altering matters, and most possibly completely oblivious to how his eyes are making you feel like you are floating in the air while being rooted in place at the same time.

That is just what Park Jimin does to you.

Hi Dia,

Being able to read your stories is truly an honor and a gift. I feel like all of your pieces should be mounted somewhere because of how exquisite they are. The emotions, the detail, every word written is a piece of art. Something so poetic and beautiful that even though I had to pause in my reading last night due to tiredness, the ability to bounce right back and reimmerse myself into this elegant world was as easy as breathing. 

Jimin is difficult to characterize in just a few words. He’s so polished. Charming and sweet. He knows how to make someone's heart flutter and keep himself in their mind for months. The way his presence moves people and urges them to gravitate toward him is astonishing. But, there’s also so much more to him than what’s shown in the limelight. He’s seductive, sensual, but also delicate in the way he makes the main character’s pleasure his own. It’s definitely something to fawn over to have such a person being in your graces. Like this part:

But what makes it even more surreal is the fact that even when he has everyone’s eyes on him, vying for his attention as they all hope to have at least a single glance of acknowledgement from Jimin, he only has his eyes on you.

This part made my heart flutter so much! And the way you see that same person carry on to the bedroom is so alluring. It’s amazing to see how he treats the main character and how she allows him to show more of himself with so much comfort and love, and just their ultimate desire to please one another. I also loved the flashbacks and seeing how those contributed in this fantastic storyline. It was lovely, and all-in-all, a pleasure to read. 

This is by far one of my favorite pieces of yours, but I feel as though I say that with every piece that I read from you. Thank you though Dia for this. You always make me so happy, and I thoroughly enjoy reading your stories. I hope that you’ve been well. Sending you lots of love.💕

All Fervent Manner [M]

➬ Title | All Fervent Manner

➬ Summary | He is a man of class, but also a man with secrets. And he has no qualms in giving you the entire universe if you had asked him to. At least, those are the exact words he had given you then. But as time passes, you cannot help but notice that no matter how fierce he seems to love you, he always appears to be walking on eggshells. Perhaps it is your duty to release him from his binds. If only you just know how.

↳ Pairings | Jimin x reader

↳ Genre | Established Relationship!au, Smut, Angst

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Sexual tension, a bit of an age gap (OC is 24 and Jimin is 32), dirty talk, intense foreplay, mentions of spanking, light bondage/restrictions, deep throat, cum eating, fingering (f receiving), oral sex/pussy eating, praise kink, clothed foreplay, dry humping, breast play, biting, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm control (orgasm denial/delay), mirror sex, multiple orgasms (with forced orgasm involved), aftercare.

↳ Word count | 19,7k words

↳ Music Companion | Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

➬ Cross post | AO3 

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @opaljm​. | This was originally meant to be posted on Jimin’s birthday, but my block got in the way that I couldn’t finish this one on time. I’m so sorry for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this one. I might come back to this to do a more proper editing in the future so I’m sorry if there’s a ton of mistakes in there. | Taglist: @jeonmisha​, @illicitjams​

There is something surreal about seeing him in this light.

Up close and personal. So close, you can make out every single expression that he makes whenever he speaks. The air around him seems to crackle with every delicate movement he makes, his energy rippling in the air to summon everyone’s attention on him, including yours.

But what makes it even more surreal is the fact that even when he has everyone’s eyes on him, vying for his attention as they all hope to have at least a single glance of acknowledgement from Jimin, he only has his eyes on you.

The same way he is doing it to you now, giving you his rapt attention even when you are chatting about something so trivial—your daily routines, the short encounter you had earlier today with Mr. Rasheed from next door, a simple joke shared by one of your co-workers at the office today—between sipping wine and savouring your meal. His gaze is so intense that people may think you are talking about world peace or other life altering matters, and most possibly completely oblivious to how his eyes are making you feel like you are floating in the air while being rooted in place at the same time.

That is just what Park Jimin does to you.

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But the remembered feel of him shuddering beneath your touch made your breath hitch and feet stumble. There was no fooling yourself, and you knew it. 

Emily! Hi!!! It’s so nice to see that you’re back. I missed you so much, and when I got a notification saying that you were back, I was so excited. It’s relieving to have your wonderful presence on here and to be able to continue reading your amazing stories. I hope that all has been well for you and that you’ve been taking your time in healing. 

You write with such cadence, Emily. I feel like I was jumping back into familiar territory as I began reading this piece. Everything was just so you. From the detailed construction of the world enhanced by your artistic and vivid syntax and diction to the dialogue that just captivated me until the very end, this story is the epitome of beautiful storytelling itself, and just you and your words continue to make me realize that this is why I love reading so much and that this is why I wear glasses. My eyes never strayed away from a scene, a sentence, a word while my eyes ignored the screen of my phone. You had me hooked from the beginning of it all, made me feel as if my phone was nothing of existence as I immersed myself into their world, and I’m forever grateful that you were able to bring me such strong emotions. 

One thing that I loved about this story between Hoseok and the main character was that things were never rushed. There was a natural purpose and build up that carried throughout, but the spark that set alight a thousand matches was the simple question of “What is your name?” The sexual tension that was carried on after this was so good. You could feel it lingering in the background in almost every moment that they shared together. Especially this scene: 

“___.” Your hand paused above the door handle, your breath caught in your lungs at hearing your name on his lips. You waited through the tingle that ran down your spine, slowly turning around to face him again. He waited as you gathered the courage to lift your face, meeting his searching gaze with trepidation. He spoke no words, simply keeping your attention locked steadfastly on him. The only noise that filtered around the room was the steady drip, drip, drip of ink from his quill that he kept hovering over his letter. 

“You may go,” he finally spoke after several long, agonizingly tense seconds. 

I could feel my breath pause as I read this part. Even more so during the massage scenes where things just felt completely heated and overwhelming with all of those emotions. Wanting to have each other, but cannot. 

By far, my favorite scenes were the last few ones. The repetition and parallel structure of "It was his smile" while Hoseok was committing those acts of flirtation and her following with her “knowing” what he was doing, and knowing that a line had been crossed ever since that first massage that can’t be undone. His smile is, quite literally and figuratively, damning.  

Also, the inserts of the bits of conversation that mark Hoseok as someone loyal. As someone who is a man of God and who would never commit an act so sinful as adults while you described the seductive, sexy, intense, raw act of her massage was poetry itself. It was a complete juxtaposition of his exterior persona and who he was right then and there. It was like Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, and I adore how you crafted that in there. Your mind is complete and utter gold. And, one thing that I also marked as my own interpretation of a symbolic object was the clock because it was not only used as a symbol of the changing hour but a marker of the changing of stages of this forbidden relationship. 

This story was complete brilliance. And it’s so cool how this is based around your distant relative. I can’t wait to read what happens in Part II. Thank you so much Emily! I’m sending you my love.💕💕💕💕

Swan Song Act I

Description: When you were at your lowest point, the Jung family rescued you and gave you a new life. You were grateful beyond words and did your best to make sure you repaid their generosity. And yet, these feelings you could feel growing for the master of the house were putting that in jeopardy. 

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader, Hoseok x FOC

Warnings: Loads of sexual tension, implications and acts of adultery/infidelity, lord!Hoseok, maid!MC, married!Hoseok, making out, dry humping

Genre: Historical, angst

Word count: 10.1k

A/N: Hello lovelies~ This is part 1 of a two-part story based loosely on an ancestor in my own family. After doing a DNA test, I was discussing the results with my cousin and she told me the story of one of our several-times great grandmother and her circumstances. I was inspired and decided to explore what it might’ve been in this. I hope you all enjoy it! It was such a pleasure to write.

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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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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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