Concealed Weapon (M)

Concealed Weapon (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Word count: 10K (approx)

Warnings: Smut.  Smutty smut smut.  Unsafe handling of weapons.  Dirty talk.  Unprotected sex.  Bondage.  Rough sex.  Multiple orgasms.  Oral sex (male receiving).

Summary: Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise.

Happy belated Birthday @yminie ! I hope you survive! <3 <3 

This is kinda PWP, which is why I chose to keep the super cheesy porno title I first came up with haha (plus, I couldn’t actually think of anything better - so sue me). Also, this is the first moodboard I’ve ever made, so please don’t repost or use without credit. 

“Home by seven my ass…” you mutter darkly under your breath as your hands dwell somewhere beneath a layer of lemon-scented suds, a scouring pad clenched in fist.

You’d intended leave the dishes until after having eaten tonight, but seeing as your dinner companion is still yet to show after more than half an hour of you being sat at the table like an idiot, waiting, you figured you’d make a start.  Anger is great for removing stubborn baked on bread crumbs from an oven tray, apparently; by the time you’re done pretending its surface is your husband’s face and stashed it on the drying rack you’ve never seen it look cleaner.  

You wish you could pretend this was the first time he’s come home later than intended.  It’s an occupational hazard you guess; as one of the heads of IT tech support for all of the healthcare providers in the local province it’s up to him to make sure every system is running seamlessly no matter the time of day.  If a piece of software goes down it’s not just the clinicians who suffer - it’s the patient’s blood results or x-ray reports they can’t gain access to who suffer as well.  

So maybe you shouldn’t be so mad - maybe you should be glad to have a husband so hard-working and committed to his job that he’s willing to stay late more often than not.  As you pick at little pieces of the beef you’d so painstakingly roasted, long since gone cold, this is what you so avidly try to convince yourself of, but it doesn’t really make you feel any better.  It doesn’t change the reality of you being stood all alone at your kitchen counter with tears threatening in your eyes, all dressed up with nowhere to go.  

The sound of keys turning in the front door lock has your ears pricking to attention and your back straightening as you abandon your leftovers in favour of watching the entranceway to the hall.  The smouldering embers of annoyance that’d been threatening to dwindle away into sadness come roaring back into life with his impending arrival, and as soon as you hear your husband cross the threshold you’re hollering his name, nostrils flared.  

“Jeon Jungkook!”  His heavy exhale reaches your ears even from several metres away; tired and weary.  You know he’ll be worn out after work, and he’s more than likely been dreading having this fight with you all the way home, but your famously short temper won’t let you show him an inch of mercy.  Not yet, anyway. “What the hell kinda time do you call this?!”  

It’s odd - usually Jungkook would be rushing in by now, a pink tinge to his cheeks and an apology on his lips - but tonight he appears to be taking his time.  There’s the sound of his keys clinking against one another as they’re placed on the side and then the heavy tread of his boots coming down the hall that follows, so slow and steady that it only serves to infuriate you all the more.  Let him drag this out if he wants; all he’s doing is prolonging the length of the cold shoulder he’ll be receiving later on.  

“You could’ve at least called,” you carry on, rounding the kitchen island with one hand on your hip, waiting for him to emerge, “I wouldn’t have bothered busting my ass if I’d have known you - oh my god!”  

Hands flying upward to cover your gasping mouth, your wide eyes run rapidly up and down the sorry state of a man who enters your kitchen with his busted lip slanted into a wry smile.  It’s not very often you’re at a loss for words and yet here you are, speechless, all anger eradicated by the sight of your husband’s naturally handsome face so marred with cuts and bruises.  

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Conveniently

→ Genres: Slice of life, Single Parent!Reader, Convenience Store Owner!Yoongi, lots of fluff, tiny bit of angst because I’m me and cannot be stopped, smut. → Warnings: Smut, oral, light spanking, unprotected sex, copious amounts of dirty talk by Agust D himself. → Word Count: 22k. → A/N: This is a very late birthday present for the love of my life, my soulmate @bxebxee​! I’m so sorry this took such a long time to get out to you, my angel. I am over a week late and no one could ever be more mad at anyone than I am at myself! But! In my defense, I wanted to make this as special and hopefully wonderful as I think you deserve. I think the world of you, my darling, and I could not possibly love you any more than I already do. You are such a wonderful person and I count myself lucky every single day to have you in my life. I love you to Pluto and back, baby. I really do. Hope u cream ur stockings. xoxo. Also! Thank you so much to my baby, Clown Queen @versigny​ for not only helping me come up with a title that I think is just the cutest fucking thing on the planet, but for publicly humiliating me in an effective attempt to get me to get my shit together and finish this fic. Last but not even kind of least, thank you to the beautiful, incredible keeper of my heart @wagicshop​ for being both a gift and a blessing and making me this beautiful header that I have been staring at for days because she’s amazing and I love her and I cannot edit to save my life. I put this in tiny font bc I don’t know when to shut up.

“Joowon, hold on!” You said in a rush, your tone pushing the line of raised towards the end. You lurched forward, just barely dodging the bodies of passersby, your arm outstretched as you tried to grab onto your son who was racing as quickly as his small legs would carry him down the sidewalk. “Joowon.” “Try and catch me, mommy!” He giggled, looking back at you over his shoulder, his already chubby cheeks rounding even further in a grin that was as mischievous as it was pure innocence.

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catharsis.

↳ no matter what kind of release you need, he’s there.

◇ jungkook x reader | ft. pjm ◇ smut | college!au | fwb!au  ◇ 23.5k [1/1]

notes: i don’t have a good explanation for this. i’m comprised of exactly 0% chill and i really wanted to write a jikook threesome, so here it is ft. too much plot and a whole lotta whipped kook, lmao. quick shoutout to @puellaigmotum, who has been supporting me and calling me out on my shit in equal measure during this process. thanks for listening to me ramble and making me suffer with pictures/gifs of the rude fucker aka jeon jungkook - i do appreciate it ♡

also, please read this on a computer if you’re able! the keep reading cut doesn’t always show up, and this fic can and will freeze the mobile app, believe me, lmao.

warnings: switch!jjk, kinda sleazy jimin, oral, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, masturbation, sexting, threesome (mfm), mild cumplay? who really knows!

Of two things, you are certain.

The first—and undoubtedly the most pressing—is that finals week is going to be the death of you. Tearing your gaze from the chemistry book on your desk, you flop down ungracefully onto your bed for a well-deserved break, extending one hand to rummage around the crumpled blankets for your phone.

The second—and really, you’re counting on this—is that Jeon Jungkook’s dick is going to keep you sane until graduation. Over the past year, you’ve called on each other so often that you don’t even have to scroll down in your text messages to find his name. A few clicks and a simple come over later, you throw your phone down and release a long, heavy breath before letting your eyes slide shut.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, because you jolt awake to the sound of someone knocking. With a groan, you drag yourself to your feet and pad over to the front door, throwing it open to reveal one exceptionally rumpled Jeon Jungkook, his chest heaving.

You raise an appraising brow. “What, did you fucking run over here?”

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cinnabar (dessert for two) | jjk

➛pairing: jungkook x reader ➛genre: strawberry shortcake au, post-apocalyptic au, smut, also borderline crack im so sorry ➛words: 12.5k ➛rating: nsfw ➛warnings: explicit sexual content; foodplay, some risque acts in the kitchen, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, light dirty talk ?, lowkey cum kink  ➛notes: happy very belated birthday to our precious googie!! im so sorry

Your ventures across the wasteland take a surprising turn when you wander outside your mapped area and get a little lost. Luckily for you, a strawberry-haired guide appears and offers to help you along.

→ posted; 19.09.2018

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A pinpoint, precise, stellar sense of direction.

This was what you usually prided yourself on, and yet… here you were. Out in the wilderness, well past the territory you’d explored so well and thoroughly that you knew it like the back of your hand. You prided yourself on your sense of direction, your preparation, your organisation… and here you were.

Lost, somewhat unorganised and wholly unprepared.

This wasn’t something that happened often, of course. You were good at what you did. Looting and scavenging the ruins of cities and villages long since lost to the woes of time wasn’t for everyone, and if your treasure room was anything to go by, you’d argue you were one of the best to attempt such a lifestyle.

The world you lived in, your world, was a wasteland. You’d been born in a territory that was situated far from the dangers the concrete plains and overgrown flora fields posed— as had been the intention of your parents. You supposed that by choosing this lifestyle you were essentially undoing all the hard work they put into making sure you stayed safe. Oh well, you’d still choose it over farming swollen and mutated potatoes from the ground with a pickaxe. You craved excitement, a life of adventure, and the wasteland provided.

You didn’t know the details of what had happened to throw your world into such a state so long ago, but you knew from stories passed down from your parents that it had been big, and it had been unbiased in its absolute destruction and desecration of everything humankind had built and held dear. The technology used had left the land almost uninhabitable, and it was a miracle the humans you’d descended from had even managed to survive the fallout. A long time had passed since then — centuries? You’d have to check with your mother, if you saw her again anytime soon— and the earth had healed as best as it could. You had to hold a certain respect for the land, the earth; nature had a miraculous way of adapting, overcoming, evolving.

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bts hybrid fic recs

(just because i haven’t seen enough hybrid aus guys i promise i’m not a furry) (some of these are wolf!aus)

anything marked (m) includes mature and sexual content

♜ - series | ♛ - oneshot | ★ - personal favorite

kim seokjin

↳ pink panther (m) | @gimmesumsuga ♛ ★

↳ bobsy-die (m) | @seokkbuns ♛ ★

↳ silly kitty ;; happy kitty | @seokkbuns ♛

↳ the pretenders (m) | @tayegi ♛

kim namjoon

↳ wolf boy and snoopy girl | @ausblack ♛

↳ butterfingers | @seokkbuns ♛

↳ something in the way (m) | @tayegi ♜ ★

↳ tigerboy (m) | @joonbird ♛

min yoongi

↳at your service (m) | @magicalsalamander ♛

↳ oh pretty kitty, this bath wasn’t meant for two | @milkguks ♛

↳ inheritance | @seokkbuns ♜ ★

↳ milk (m?) | @icyhobi ♛

↳ late bloomer (m) | @tayegi ♛ ★

jung hoseok

↳ take it like a puppy (m) | @icyhobi ♛ ★

↳ orectic (m) | @gimmesumsuga ♛ ★

↳ perihelion | @seokkbuns ♜

↳ emotions | @btsreactsarchive ♜

↳ where is my mind? (m) | @tayegi ♛

↳ costume | @njhsmoon

park jimin

↳ don’t care if it hurts (m) | @hollyhomburg ♜

↳ little bear (m) | @b-angst-tan ♛

↳ only you (m) | @kitten-dont ♛ ★

↳ timid | @seokkbuns ♛

↳ ragdoll | @ausblack ♜

↳ shy bunny | @closetedkpopfan ♛

↳ sunny day | @baepsaets ♜ ★

↳ the dark side of the moon | @dovechim

kim taehyung

↳ the one (m) | @taetae-tea ♜ ★

↳ it takes two to make a thing go right 02 ft.jungkook (poly!au) (m) | @imaginethisbts ♛

↳ little dove (m) | @yminie ♛

↳ fever (m) | @lucbelle ♛ ★

jeon jeongguk

↳ to own a hybrid (m) | @closetedkpopfan ♜ ★

↳ bedroom kitten (m) | @cherrynochu ♛

↳ kalopsia (m) | @erosjeon ♜

↳ felicity (m) | @nochugguk ♜

↳ safety | @guksthighs ♛

↳ ruska | @saturnmyg ♛

↳ in bloom (m) | @tayegi ♛ ★

Tooth and Claw

Word count: 10,654

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: rough, penetrative werewolf sex, blood, biting, knotting, hair pulling, slight body horror, slight impregnation kink, buckets of cum

A/N: I say this for everything but I legit nearly died getting this out. I spent many hours agonizing over lots of it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

Sympathetic to the plight of the werewolves your kind have culled to near-extinction, life as a human informant has never been one of safety. However, when you catch the eye of an alpha, your situation only grows more perilous. 

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