Just Like Christmas Jhs (m)

just like christmas ↬ jhs ↬ (m)

↝A/N: as part of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo | thank you endlessly forever to @kithtaehyung and @softyoongiionly for beta reading this little by little over the last two months. and to @yoonia @sugaurora @randombtsprincessa @kookdiaries  @sahmfanficbts @yehet-me-up and @j-pping for being the most encouraging, supportive friends i could have while writing this. i love you all muchly! ↝Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (oc; female) (featuring TVXQ! Yunho; one scene with Red Velvet Seulgi) ↝Genre: holiday retreat au; strangers to lovers au; romance; comedy; smut; heavy angst ↝Summary: One week before Christmas, your boyfriend of five years ends your relationship citing your career functioning as your first priority. With hardly any friends in town, and family out of the country, you decide to travel overseas yourself. Alone. At Christmas. After finding an idyllic Air BnB in the country side, you resign yourself to a Christmas of wine, cheese, and more wine. But a knock at your door after midnight changes everything. Rather, it’s Hoseok who changes everything. ↝Movie inspo: The Holiday (2006) ↝Rating: NC-17 ↝Word Count: 38K ↝Warnings: explicit language; explicit smut; one scene in which the reader misinterprets hoseok knocking on her door for an intruder; light and extremely brief mentions of self-defense; heavy mentions of unhappy relationships; light elements of gaslighting/manipulation from yunho; explicit discussions of infidelity and cheating; drinking; masturbation (f); biting; marking; dirty talk; scratching; unprotected sex; creampie; impreg kink; crying; light breast play if you squint; fingering (f); smut in a house neither character owns (i maybe dont need to tag that but who knows); pain kink; light size kink     ↝ banner made by the ever wonderful @kookdiaries

‘I can’t believe that’s all you have to say for yourself,’ you sneered. ‘You’re sorry? Am I supposed to just accept that?’

Watching Yunho hold the crate of his things against his chest, his imposing stature reduced to that of a boy, inspired your bitterness. In that moment, you understood everything - all the ways in which your relationship had become an ultimatum of joyless sacrifice. The you that had transformed under his affections stood with your hands on your hips, caged in the doorway of a home that was not his but also no longer yours, tainted by his presence. 

You despised him and, infuriatingly, you loved him within the same moment.

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《“One day, you’ll look at me and there won’t be sadness in your gaze. I promise, Y/N."》

To be honest, there haven't been a lot of Ex-Husband fics that have captured my attention. I also haven't been on the lookout nor read said Ex-husband fics before, so I feel like I just invalidated myself lol. But when it comes to you and whatever you conjure up in your mind Shanna, I will always take the time and sit down to read them because they are just so refreshing. You write in a way that makes me want to both lay out in the sun and drink a strawberry smoothie but also curl up in bed when it's dark with wine and my favorite candy in hand.

This piece was a sweet and dark mix of love and lust. Of hurt and heartbreak. Of what it feels like to miss someone who had meant so much to you and end up falling back into old routines. I've never been in a breakup, but I do know what it’s like to lose someone. Almost everything reminds you of them and it’s easy to fall back into past habits, especially in this case when the history between Jungkook and the reader is so throughout and detailed. Marked with memories that are hard to just dismiss after everything that they've been through.

Even though this was only a snapshot into their story, you could see so much through their history and just the way they acted in this particular moment. And even though the reader may be lying to her friend Irene, I’m happy that at the very least, she isn’t lying to herself about how she feels.

P.S.-I also read what you wrote regarding their future, and I'm glad that she and Jungkook were able to find each other again in a new light. I'm just so in love with this and the way you write and the stories you’re able to create, Shanna.

Thank you so much, Shanna, for sharing this. This was amazing!!! I'm also can't wait to read Exes and Superher-o's II and Love to Hate soon🥰. Sending love 💕

Liars and Fire (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Ex-Husband!AU / Angst / Smut

Warnings (Smut): oral (female receiving), some nipple play, fingering, delayed/withheld orgasms

Warnings (Other): mentions of miscarriage, mentions of therapy, slight jealousy from jungkook  

Synopsis: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?

Word Count:  3,190

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⟪“I’m so sorry. You’re going to die.”⟫

You know, usually, whenever I come to the end of a serious, I say something like “Finally, we’re here at the end” or something of the sort, but as I’m writing/typing this out, that seems a bit optimistic. It’s bittersweet coming to the end of an era. A series, more specifically.

I remember coming to you earlier this year to let you know that I would be reading MTR during the summer, but now it’s fall, and in a way, it matches how I’m feeling deep inside. The start of things coming to an end. A transition period. But one filled with beautiful colors nonetheless, and lots of tasty treats and holidays spent with those you love.

I’m glad that I read this when I did. Reread it, actually, as I do with any fic just to get my mind into sorts, but I feel as though this was an emotionally perfect ending. Being able to see the sequence of events of this story from a different point of view, a point of view that I hadn’t even considered until it was right there in front of me, was a beautiful way to wrap this up. Remembering and reimagining the muffin tin point and Walpurgisnatch and the ongoing escalade of feelings between Taehyung and the reader felt so blissful and nostalgic and new. It gave life to a deeper part of this story that I didn’t even realize, and it's something that should be treasured tremendously.

More so, I felt my breath catch once I realized what Yoongi meant when he said “Huh, strange. I thought it was the house." a few chapters ago. Even though I feel like I mentioned it as the chapters went on, I was still faced with surprise once it was said that the reader and Taehyung were tethered haha! That, too, was a beautiful and intimate moment. To be honest, I was nervous about it though. I was worried that maybe Taehyung or the reader would lose the other and would have to continue life without their partner, but you turned it into something admired and adored. Dying is not something to be sorry for in this context. In fact, that just means that they’ve established their chance of living. Finally. It’s beautiful. Peaceful. Unburdened and unobstructed.

I also want to add that I really liked this part:

Yoongi hangs his head slightly. “I might have deserved that.” He looks up, and meets your eyes. “I did come everytime you called though, didn’t I?” The blue thread lights up and you smile at the silent apology he sends through it. You hadn't been that alone after all, and definitely won’t be in the future.

This part just wraps everything up so nicely, and it is definitely one of my favorite parts of this story.

You write so beautifully, August. If there were a way to make your words more viable, then I would. It's soft and emotional, yet comforting. A place that anyone would find a home in if they soaked in your words for just a moment. This story encapsulated just that, and I feel blessed that I could read such a story at a time like this.

Now I’m getting a bit teary-eyed as this will be my last love letter for this story (but definitely not for you, my friend). I’ll always think back to this piece with warmth. Thank you for bringing that to me on this chilly day. You have my love💕

my tears ricochet #epilogue | kth

#epilogue: tell me how to live (tell me how to die)

word count: 2587 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: well fuck. this is not what Yoongi had anticipated.

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

warnings for this series: (still kinda) sfw  // it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon // questionable ghost mythology //  language (curse words)

chapter warnings: QUESTIONABLE GHOST MYTHOLOGY turned up to 100, Tae is getting dragged for his baking equipment, our ghost is a smart cookie

beta read by the loveliest @snackhobi​ (Dear Joy, thank you from the bottom of my overflowing heart! It’s been so wonderful!)

A/N: It’s a wrap! It’s been almost 5 months, 13 chapters and way more words than I had anticipated. The love I have received on this story is more than I could have wished for, and I’m emotional, so let me get sappy for a minute, because I’m just super happy/touched/grateful for everyone reading/liking/reblogging/reviewing. You can’t imagine the amount of serotonin that was set free. It means the world that people were rooting for this couple, and I can just hope that this ending does them justice. Thank you for being on this ride with me.

I absolutely would love to hear from you, if you enjoyed it! Feel free to get in touch in whicheverr way you’re comfortable with!

#11 my tears ricochet

“Fuck.”

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《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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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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