Arrow To The Heart (m)

arrow to the heart (m)

summary ⇸ jeon jungkook doesn’t understand what the fuss is about the rival gang’s sniper. she’s a perfect marksman, they say, yet every time he has faced her he’s gotten away - quite easily too. is he just that good? maybe. is the real reason, unbeknownst to him, that he also happens to be kind of (it’s complicated) dating her? one hundred percent.

pairing ⇸ jungkook x reader

genre ⇸ smut, lots of fluff, angst; kinda enemies to lovers, gang au and a dash of neighbor au in there too

words ⇸ 7.8k+

warnings and notes ⇸ mentions of guns and violence; basically gang-related themes and also i made a playlist, of course. i wrote this on the plane and then on the train (and of course didn’t proofread whoops), so please do let me know if there’s anything that doesn’t make sense. happy reading!

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SEHEBON ― KTH (M.)

synopsis. you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, fluff, smut au. alien!au wordcount. 16,580 contents. Huge Dick Tae, cocky!tae, soft!tae, protective!tae, lowkey possessive!tae, human!kink, slight harrassment, dom/sub themes, size kink, size difference, sensitivity kink?, orgasm kink?, cunt slapping, breath play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, cumflation, belly bulging, lowkey consent kink, unrealistic sex but it’s aliens what do u expect, lots of mention of humanity note. tae just wants to learn human things ):

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J’aime

You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

Word Count: 16.2k

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Slight Fluff, Smut, Angst

A/N: This is a oneshot that started off differently in my head but slowly evolved into something else. Let me know what you guys think of it 😊 <3

P.S. What’s next? maybe a Taehyung fic to quench my secret thirst?

Working at J’aime Café had taught you a valuable lesson: Where there’s high risk, there’s high reward, and in the absence of said reward, there would be unbelievable loss too.

It all started when you finally got around to checking your voicemails one March afternoon and you realized the job you applied to months ago had finally reached out to you for an interview. Since you weren’t always the best at keeping track of these things, and noticing the voicemail was now a week old, you quickly paused your show and checked the time. Two o’ clock, still during business hours.

The phone rang twice before a courteous voice responded to your call. “J’aime Café, how can I help you?”

“Yes, hello! My name is Y/N and I applied for the barista position. The manager reached out to me for an interview last week. I was wondering if it was possible to come by sometime soon for an interview?” You held your breath and crossed your fingers, hoping they wouldn’t turn you away because you were so late on responding.

“Ahh, Y/N! Yes of course, can you come by this afternoon? If not, then we can do your interview maybe… Wednesday morning?”

“Today’s perfect! Thank you so much!” You couldn’t hide your excitement and gratitude but made a mental note to be more professional in person.

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he too was a tempter

Note: I binge wrote this in like two days? Probably lots of typos and it had potential to be better but I am a G L U T T O N. Inspired by the MOTS: 7 concept photos, BS&T’s MV, I accidentally started quoting Damien in this, and by the lovely piano piece Gymnopédie No. 1 which serves as great background music for this fic!

↳ Summary: You have lived over thousands of years, watched civilizations rise and fall, yet even in the modern era where anything is possible; you choose to reminisce your past life through the beautiful painting Fallen Angel, memories bad and good swirl in your head as you remember the beautiful Raven that you gave it all too. Was he truly worth your fall from Grace though?

↳ Pairings: Demon!Taehyung/Angel!Reader, MinJoon

↳ Word Count: 22.8k

↳ Genre: Enemies to lovers technically, supernatural AU, strangers to lovers if you squint, forbidden love, biblical AU, fallen angel!reader, angst, fluff, SMUT, taehyung is referred to as raven almost the whole fic, pagan!Namjoon/Jimin, vampire!Jungkook, witch!Seokjin, bard!Hoseok that may or may not have been based off of Jaskier from Witcher god bless, werewolf!Yoongi, they reek chaos when they’re all together,

↳ Tags: this week on missy is going to hell, soft dom!Taehyung, big praise kink, size kink, monster cock Taehyung that is all, MC gets turned on when her wings are touched, virgin!MC, corruption kink, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, mating, dirty talk, virgin kink Oop-, lil bit of possession, nipple play, forced orgasm, cumplay, cum eating, it’s all fun and games until Tae puts it in, penetrative sex, degradation, like LOTS of dregradation, Taehyung sounds possessed at some point? Rough sex, knotting somehow got included in this? Breeding kink if you squint, facial slapping, spit play, Taehyung goes hard dom eventually, unprotected sex but condoms didn’t exist back then? Pls wrap it before u tap it y’all don’t got that excuse.

‘He too was a tempter, he too was a link to the second, to the evil world with which I no longer wanted anything to do with’ - Emil Sinclair

The museum was lively, the crowd bustling and the warmth of the day had everyone in excitement, ready to get out of the house and into the great big world. Your eyes sat still on the painting however despite the many bodies that passed you, vivid colors of pleated skirts, leather jackets and you could even spot a red trench coat in the corner of your eyes.

Many eyes traveled to your figure as well, still as a lily pond on a foggy morning, filled with the same beautiful, yet haunted features. You were there but many wondered if you really truly were, mentally speaking. Yet you could only take in the the paintings details, it was hard to not reminiscence your life. Some say when on the doors of death, you could vividly see it pass by. Was that what this felt like? You weren’t anywhere near death. 

Yet looking at beautiful painting, you couldn’t help but wonder. It wasn’t near as famous as some in this museum, but Fallen Angel, would always be your favorite. Perhaps because you too, were also a fallen angel, you and this painting were one in the same. 

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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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Hellblazer | jjk

Genre: demon!au, smut Rating: M  Pairing: demon!Jungkook x FemConstantine!reader Warnings: demonic possession, wounds that would correlate with a “possession”, minor character death, mentions of suicide, rough sex, hair pulling, face sitting, multiple orgasms Summary: “Few people really think about dying… paranoids worry about it without really understanding it. Victims of fatal accidents and murder don’t have time to think. You only really think about it if you take the time to. And you only take the time if you know it’s going to happen.” -John Constantine, Dangerous Habits Pt. 1: The Beginning of the End, Issue #41. Author’s Note: You can blame the concept photos from today. Also, a kind anon requested it. :D

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