He Always Knew How To Make You Feel Loved. Feel Wanted.

《He always knew how to make you feel loved. Feel wanted.》

Ryen,

Hi, my love. This, reading one of your works, has been a long time coming, and I’m really glad that I read it last night. Reread it this rainy morning so that my thoughts could be more coherent and so that I could submerge myself inside of this beautifully written piece.

Your writing is incredibly emotive, and it felt like as I was placed from scene to scene, it was easy to just live there for a while. Reside in the lustful yet loving relationships the reader experienced that would eventually frame her lifetime and future.

We first have Hoseok. Energetic. Electric. A passionate frenzy of what it feels like to just simply feel alive. What it feels like to be on a roller coaster or skydiving. You may not know which way is up or down, but you know that it feels amazing, and you never want it to stop. Unless, of course, you have acrophobia or aren't an adrenaline junkie. He’s someone that people make movies about. The young adult coming of age films where the main character is at her peak and just says “fuck it” or rather “fuck him” because she knows that he wants it to, and maybe it’s okay to take a risk just this once.

Then there's Yoongi. The ultimate depiction of softness and comfort, mixed with the underlying note of sensuality and carnality. The type of person who makes you realize that you've sunk too deep before you even stepped foot into the water, but you like it there. You like how it overwhelms your senses against your skin and you like seeing new forms of life before your eyes. Something dangerous yet something so beautiful that you simmer in the newfound peace and quiet before feeling the anxiety that things are a bit too forbearing.

Seokjin was a juxtaposition to the others. Someone who makes you feel without thinking. Someone who shows you what it’s like to live in the moment without any remorse or consequence. Just pure unadulterated pleasure without rocking the boat too far.

Each of their stories is a puzzle piece, fitting so perfectly inside the heart and reminiscence of the reader. Each brought a unique wave of high and low. Rises and falls that work as stepping stones to build the peak of the reader’s romances and affinities:

Namjoon.

You felt like a wild animal, caged within his bulky arms and roped in with his lustful gaze.

Namjoon is a smokey and sultry mix of intensity and idleness. Of love and lust. Someone who brings the unearthed parts of you to the forefront and broadcasts them in a space that feels safe and warm, because to him, they are the most beautiful things in the world and it would be a shame for you to not know it yourself.

But his was the one that looked right back without wavering. Without doubt. Time stopped; you weren’t counting down the nights; feelings existed and lasted like a reddened hearth.

This is something people dream about. He is someone that people dream about. And I’m grateful that the reader was able to experience what it feels like to have that for herself and find her own unique sense of peace.

Ryen, this was such a beautiful story, and I loved reading every single word of it. It's honestly a shame that I didn't read this sooner. Nevertheless, I loved it, and I can't wait to read more of your works. I'm sending you all of my love, friend💕

with him. (m) | hyung line

title: with him. (m) pairing: hyung line x reader(f) genre/rating: 18+ ; smut word count: 1.2k summary: in which you remember all the ones before him. warnings: language, house party, penetration, oral, breast play, sl*t/wh*re nicknames notes: this is just a quickie for the wonderful hyung line enthusiast @joheunsaram​ !! i don’t know what came over me bc this just.. produced itself, so happy birthday LOL i hope you like it! if you don’t, you can crumple it, chuck it in the bin, and pretend this never happened sdjklfsd. also, all pics other than the boys can be found on my aesthetic blog @brandisher​ 🤎

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With Hoseok, it started as a blur and ended as a blur. 

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《You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways.》

I mean this in the most loving way possible, but goddammit, Willow.

Earlier, I was making lunch while scrolling through my phone. More specially, scrolling through your masterlist because there was a piece of yours that I wanted to reread for the time being, and so I was graciously blessed (or maybe it was Satan that made me veer off track) that led me to come across this gem. And so now, rather than salivating over my chicken nuggets, I am now quite steaming over this.

The way you wrote this drabble was so amazing. It's mysterious. Namjoon is mysterious and sexy and goodness, I don't blame the reader for throwing caution to the wind because quite frankly, I would too if I were in that situation.

Your words are so poetic and pretty, Willow. I feel like I’m in heaven every time I come to you and read something of yours. Thank you so much for sharing this (and a shoutout to Ash who sent in the prompt😉) My heart is yours.💕

No thoughts head empty only

“Don’t you want a better look?” he murmured. “All you have to do is--” He paused, tongue darting out across his lips. “--step closer.” 

He hadn’t moved. Not in a long minute. He sat, arms crossed across the chair, eyes burning into you. His fingers drummed against the solid muscle of his arm, a devoted pattern that you wished you could know but didn’t know how to. 

“Y-yeah.” 

The word tumbled out of you as if he had drawn it out with his gaze. 

“Yeah?” His eyebrows shot up. Was that a note of hope you detected? 

“Yeah.” The word was slow but it was sure. 

In a second he was standing again, reaching out for you, hand wrapping around your wrist. With a light tug, you were stumbling forward and into his arms. The air left your lungs in a woosh as you pressed against him, hand coming to rest dangerously on his toned chest. You dared look up at him. Dared stare into the dark gentleness in his eyes. 

You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways. And yet, here you were, hand wrapped tightly in his, following him up the steps and into the house.

send me some of your thirsty thots to get the inspiration machine up and running and i’ll write a line or two based on your words

lust royale [m] ● knj

❥ Title | Lust Royale

❥ Pairings | Namjoon x female reader (feat. Jimin)

⤑ Genre | Royal Guard!Namjoon, Princess!reader, Royalty!au, Smut, Angst

⤑ Summary | He is a walking temptation, even if he would often argue that you are his. Both of you have known that what you share together is nothing more but an act of sin. But who are you to deny the pull, or the way he ignites the desire within you which would only lay dormant if not for his touch? And he would be a fool to deny you the same, even if he has to watch you walk down the aisle and exchange vows to another man right the next day.

⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⤑ Warnings | Dom!Namjoon, Sub!reader, brat!reader, infidelity, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, name calling, Namjoon has a perverse kink to shave the reader (yes, that’s a thing), power play, jealousy, size kink, fingering (female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), clit play, nipple play, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, sensory play, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasm, praise kink, aftercare.

⤑ Word count | 8k words

❂ Fall For Romance

         ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream (Unrequited Love AU)

⤐  Themes: Forbidden Romance, Royalty

⤐  Kinks: Sensory Play, Spanking, Nipple Play, Fingering, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial/Control, Multiple Orgasm, Overstimulation, Size Kink

There is a special place in hell for someone like you.

A place where only the wicked and evil, where cheaters and smugglers are all locked in and punished together.

But you would still rather take it and risk it all, because you can never resist choosing the flames of carnal desire that makes you feel more alive over the cold and bitter and lonely life of a loveless marriage.

Tonight, you have chosen to let the curtains on your massive windows open, refusing to deny yourself the sight of the beautiful night sky. Without any lights in your bedroom, the moonlight’s shine takes over. Its light gives life into your bedroom as it shines through the window, illuminating your empty bed and the wedding dress hanging on the other side of the room.

You don’t quite understand why you had refused to allow the servants to secure the dress in your wardrobe before they left you for the night. Perhaps your wicked soul is some sort of a masochist after all, as it seems to have the desire for punishment. Because while the wedding dress looks lovely, a masterpiece which had been crafted specifically for your special day, it also serves as a mockery, a reminder that keeps taunting you about the life that could have been. And nobody would understand this because you are the only one who can see it in its true form, to be able to look at it as what it truly is—a shackle that will forever bind and imprison you in the future life of the King’s wife.

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more of jungkook being a shy, sweet boy please 😭😭

Jungkook is tiny when you first see him, legs carefully tucked in close on the train, sitting between two elderly women who are adamant on conversing over him. He doesn’t dare interrupt, leaning back as much as he can so they can see each other, before eventually giving into his embarrassment and scrambling out from between them.

He stands next to you then, by the left doors of the train, expertly placing his hand against the standing passenger pole so that he doesn’t have to crowd you anymore than necessary. Not that you’d mind if he did— he’s tall, broad, smells like flowers when the train jerks him forward. You know it’d be infinitely easier for him to stand closer to the door instead, that it’ll keep him from stumbling back and forth through the aisle, but he’s too polite to ask. Or maybe just too shy.

Eventually, you gesture him forward, pulling out one earbud to direct him to his new spot. “Thank you,” he says softly, switches spots with you with sparkling eyes, like he can’t believe someone would be so kind as to think of him.

From then on, that’s all you do. Think of him, that is.

He takes the same train as you every morning, likes to sit against the windows if possible, but is always the first to give up his seat for another passenger. Then, he’ll migrate towards you. Well, towards the door, but you usually stand by the door, so towards you. Ever since your first encounter, you always let him stand closer to the door, shuffling back and letting him slip past you. He always says thank you, sometimes a trio of thank you, thank you, thank you or sometimes just a nod of his head, soft cheeks pulled taut as he smiles.

He works at a daycare, this much you learn when he drops his faculty ID one day. It’s a few stops after yours (you Googled it) and is situated across a supermarket. He wears a similar ensemble of clothing each day, usually a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. You know it’s because he has a sleeve of tattoos— a little unexpected! —hiding beneath the fabric. You catch sight of something on his wrist one day, tell him it’s pretty, and revel in the bright red flush that settles over his cheeks. Another trio of thank yous, this one punctuated with a bashful quirk of his lips as he fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve.

One day, you catch him on his way home from work. It’s weird seeing him at this hour, the obnoxiously white lights inside the train painting his already fair skin an even lighter color. “Oh,” he says, the tip of his nose red. It’s getting colder now, a few months since you’ve started taking the train together. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you greet back, equally as thrown off by this unexpected encounter. It’s an odd hour, your cart only hosting a few riders. You and Jungkook both get a seat and, wordlessly, you decide to sit together. You’re not sure who decides to sit with who, just that you sit together.

Jungkook’s bag brushes your shoulder and he jerks it away. “Sorry,” he hurries to apologize, placing it on the floor between his feet instead. “Um, did you get out early?”

Your brain stalls. “Wha— yeah,” you cough, trying to remember when you ever told him your work schedule. Vaguely, you think you might’ve mentioned it. But that was months ago— there’s no way Jungkook remembered that, right? “Got sent home early,” you joke, nudging his side. Jungkook offers you a tiny smile, nose and cheeks as rosy as when you were outside.

There’s a pause as the train jostles the two of you back and forth, shoulders touching, souls feeling each other out. Eventually, Jungkook says, “so, you’re free today?” You nod, trying to catch sight of him through your periphery. He’s looking down at his lap, fingers twiddling nervously. “Well, if you’re free…”

namjoon + honeymoon <3

It was your stupid husband’s idea to go to a tropical rain forest, so obsessed with the idea of seeing real sloths and rare birds that he didn’t stop to think about the gazillion mosquitoes that would be there, too. “Ugh, this hurts,” you whine for what has to be the millionth time, scratching at the numerous bites littering your calves. You’re not even safe in your lodging, a tiny little rental house with an air-con system as old as your grandmother.

Namjoon’s just come out of the bath, white towel draped around his waist to make him look like a Greek god. Stray water droplets cling to his shoulders and chest, sparkle under the yellow lamplight as he rounds the foot of the bed. Miraculously, he’s come out of the rain forest unscathed. You’re extremely jealous, but you comfort yourself with the fact that maybe your kids will get his superior anti-mosquito blood in their genes too. “Salve,” he says, plopping down on the edge of the bed with a tiny green jar of something. “The locals said it would help.”

You scoff. “The locals said,” you mimic, but snatch it out of his hand nonetheless.

In truth, you’re actually having a lot of fun. After the numerous Bridezilla meltdowns you had over the course of your wedding planning, letting Namjoon plan the honeymoon was a blessing in disguise; not only did you have one less thing to worry about, but your wildlife-loving husband has the prettiest smile when he’s excited about toucans. “It’s what you get for not wearing bug repellant,” he teases now, discarding his towel as he crawls up the bed towards you. Oh.

Wrapping your hands around his shoulders, you barely manage one brush of your lips against his before he’s stripping you of your nightgown. “Not my fault I have the juiciest blood,” you frown, shivering when his slightly cold skin presses against yours.

Namjoon chuckles, a sound so low and deep, it goes straight to your pussy. “Yeah?” he hums, settling the weight of his body over you. He’s heavy as fuck, but being suffocated by your husband’s hot and heavy body isn’t the worst way to go out. His lips find their place against your cheek, two plush pillows that leave a faint kiss against your skin. “But now you’re covered in mosquitos bites.”

Pulling him closer, you shift your hips from side to side until his cock is nestled between your folds, angry tip kissing your clit. You shudder. “So?” you sigh, “you’ll cover them up for me anyway.”

Namjoon laughs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “That I will.” And he does, sucking and kissing along your skin as he goes. His lips traverse the length of your body, suckling against your tits until you’re whimpering and begging for him to stop. He only stops when both nipples are two, twin peaks, slick and shiny with his saliva. Then, between your thighs. He sucks a painful mark at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, doesn’t let go even when you dig your fingers into his scalp and tug him away. “Relax,” he says, suave, smooth, that stupidly hot bastard.

His pillowy lips kiss down the inside of each leg, tongue peeking out to swipe against your swollen bites. He doesn’t suck on those, knows that it’ll only exacerbate the itchiness, but it’s the thought that counts. He does, however, practically leave you covered in his saliva, licking every inch of skin he can get to. You’re left feeling sticky and wet, a sensation that soon fades into the background when he gets his mouth on your clit.

He nudges the bud back and forth, like you’re nothing more than a sweet for him to play with. Panting, you barely manage to plead your case for more, filling the air of the lodging with sniffles and sobs as Namjoon licks between your thighs. Eventually, it’s your trembling hand reaching for his — the one with the ring on it — that convinces him to help you out.

One finger dips into your achingly hot core, tongue swirling circles around your clit. You buck forward, against his mouth, as the pleasure begins to simmer in your center. Namjoon takes his time with you, does his best to draw out every droplet of ecstasy from you. He loves the sounds, the tiny jerks of your body, the way his name tumbles off your lips. “Joon,” you sob, “no more— please.”

Only then does he let you come, milking your cum out of you with a never-ending series of kitten licks against your clit. You quiver beneath him, body wracked with the aftershocks of such a pleasant orgasm. “Good girl,” he hums, kissing the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. “Always so good.”

{Kharli aweing over Rain episode 114,78?}

First...It's been a while. I know, I'm sorry. But Rain, this series has never left my mind while I was away, and I'm happy that I'm able to come back to this and resubmerge myself in this extravagant world that you have created.

If my memories are correct, I believe that this is the first time that we see Eunuch Kim (Namjoon) calling Chun-ja his wife and Han-Jae his son and my heart couldn't have gotten more full. I have loved watching their relationship bloom and blossom throughout the series and for it to come to this moment makes me so warm. They deserve this so much and I'm truly happy that they're able to love each other and spend the rest of their forever the way that they want to.

I love that you can feel the love and beauty from Namjoon’s words trickle into the uneasy tone the letter. There is uncertainty in the midst of bubbling turmoil that's lingering in the background as he tries to console his lover, and the way you wrapped these two contrasting images was amazing.

With this series, there's always been this seesaw event of losses and gains. Whenever there is a period of comfort and easiness, tension and strained relationships are never too far away. Now that we're seeing Yoongi step into himself and grow not only in age but mentally with each passing chapter, things such as lobbying due to the economic state of the kingdom and the marriage are a forthcoming notion. Sacrifices might have to be made. His happiness. Someone else's. The foreshadowing of what might come if an arranged marriage occurs definitely brings a lot of emotions, but as Namjoon wrote, things are different now and so I hope and have faith that things will get better. Eventually (because it's you and I know that I have to cry a little first before I see sunshine).

I'm looking forward to continuing this, Rain. You are the greatest and each chapter of this series entrances me more and more. I'm addicted. Sending you lots of love, dear friend. You deserve the galaxy 💕🌠

trivia: june 1870.

a hastily scribbled letter the sender wishes he did not have to write.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader words: 406 contains: our favorite eunuch returns!

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 32. start from the beginning?

My beloved wife,

I miss you and our son more than words can say. Not a day slips by without my thinking of your warm smiles and delicious cooking, but I am afraid I must stay here at the palace for some time longer. There is trouble.

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