Embroidery (M)

Embroidery (M)

This took for-fucking-ever, but it is here. I decided to make this a drabble-esque series, but this is like the lowkey origins of it. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST DRABBLES FOR THIS AU. Anyway, thanks for waiting, let me know what you think, and enjoy!

Summary: Taehyung is the typical picture of the ideal man, and you are his rom-com counterpart, but there’s something slightly darker within the love that blooms between the two of. However, it’s hard to notice with the other sensations he spoils you with.

Genre: Smut and fluff

Warnings: clothed sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, obsessive themes

Pairing: Soft Yandere!CEO!Taehyung x Reader (Jeez)

Words: 13.7k

Embroidery reminded you of books. You read often. You stitched often. However, you craved something more interactive.

You loved romance, and you appreciated a slow burn towards a beautiful work of art, you looked forward to it, you expected one in life. It took a slow hand to craft it.

However, burns were seldom slow, and he basically showered you with gasoline and torched you all in one second.

Most startling of all, you loved it.

You still didn’t know who was the tether to who, or if you were both just sane enough to strap the other down, but crazy enough to need to be strapped down.

Things change so quickly, so drastically. Like paint meeting water or rain brushing against paper, Taehyung met you.

Well, met, is a strong word.

Taehyung saw you. He watched you. He felt like he knew you.

Taehyung was your run of the mill popular college guy. He was everything most of the girls wanted; he was funny, charming, playful, and sexy. However, he never cared for emotional attachments. Sure, he satisfied his primal enjoyments when he felt like it, seeing as there’s always a girl more than willing, but he never loved anyone. He grew up just about on his own, isolating himself in the orphanage he took refuge in until he was 16 and found a way to live alone. He had never felt passionate about anything with a heartbeat. Taehyung was a smart guy too, making top grades and taking advanced classes. He already had a nice-paying office job as one of the heads in marketing, and he was a beautiful singer for whatever event he was hired to enchant an audience at. Unrealistic? Yes, but so was he. Taehyung was truly remarkable.

However, he felt like he couldn’t hold a candle to you.

Yet, you were not popular whatsoever, a real recluse. You rarely went to parties, never dated, and you’ve never so much as been offered sex from someone sober. Your longest committed relationship was with your academics. You were a receptionist at Taehyung’s place of work, and you were a sophomore in college, so you never had any classes with him. You were only remarkable in the sense of academics, but this year you were told art history was a requirement, and you were happy with the subject, ecstatic, but you knew the class required partner work. You hated to depend on people.

Art history is where you and Taehyung finally, genuinely, continuously connected.

He took the class out of sheer excitement. He had free time, nothing really to stress about for his last year in college, until he saw you in there.

You knew of Taehyung, there was no way you couldn’t. You exchanged pleasantries as you bowed to greet him as he came in the morning. You found him interesting and attractive, but did you like him? You didn’t know. Your thoughts on him were anything but complex.

However, Taehyung knew you too well.

You started working as a receptionist a year ago, and Taehyung fell in love with you at first sight. He resisted his emotions, trying to shake you off in whatever female’s bed he broke, but nothing worked. He came to terms with the fact that he was enchanted after three months, and he was going through a voluntary dry spell since then. The next woman he would touch would be you if you were willing of course.

Taehyung was obsessive and a little crazy, but he was a gentleman. However, you were more sexual hungry than he ever expected.

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07. Call Me Kookie - Jeon JungKook Fanficiton

AN*  So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 7th in a series of oneshots(links to others listed below). I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s,  

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Call Me Kookie

Prompt: We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????)

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader *Bonus Epilogue by Yoongi* 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut-lite,

Word Count: 5.4K

Why the hell did you have to be here!? Jeon JungKook sat on the couch, trying to focus on the game.  It wasn’t working. 

“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath as he died… again.

“Geez man, what’s gotten into you?  I never beat you…”  Jimin said laughing.  JungKook didn’t answer, and simply waited for his character to respawn.  Out of the corner of his eye he had seen you sitting at the dining table with NamJoon, playing a card game… and laughing… and touching his arm.  JungKook turned back to the T.V., his tongue pressing into his cheek.

This was supposed to be a guys’ night…  Then you and your friend had shown up…  He didn’t even know your friend’s name… 

He didn’t care…

Where was your friend anyway?  Oh wait… Hobi had disappeared too….  Damn it. JungKook pursed his lips and tried to focus as his character returned and he started playing with Jimin again.  He wasn’t going to lose this time. 

He was getting into the game now… really concentrating.  He’d gotten in a few good shots and was about to attack when he heard your laugh.  It practically sparkled across his vision and his heart stopped. 

And so did the game. 

“I’m on a roll tonight!” Jimin said laughing and hitting JungKook’s leg from where he sat on the floor, back to the couch.  JungKook looked down at Jimin, hoping to come across as though he didn’t care. The smirk on Jimin’s face told him he hadn’t succeeded.

“He’s preoccupied…” Yoongi said in a low voice from his perch on the loveseat. JungKook glared at him, but Yoongi just smirked and raised an eyebrow.  JungKook looked back down at Jimin. 

“Nice one,” he said, trying to be a good sport.  He hated being a good sport.  He hated losing.  And why was he losing!?  He glanced over at you again, sitting with NamJoon, deep in conversation.  Apparently you had abandoned the card game.  You were both smiling and NamJoon reached up to wipe something, probably non-existent, off your face.  He tossed the controller onto the floor and looked back at Jimin, whose head was just turning back from watching you and Joonie as well.  Damn it. 

“Maybe we should play something else?” Jimin said, a smirk on his face.  He knew. The little bastard knew!  Well, JungKook wasn’t going to admit to anything.

“That would be my suggestion,” Yoongi interjected.  “I’m getting bored…” 

“Whatever,” JungKook agreed.

“Your mind doesn’t seem to be on the game, JungKook…” Jimin nudged his knee again. “Anything I or…” he nodded in your direction, “…can help you with?”  He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.  Holding back his anger, JungKook rolled his eyes and sank back against the couch. 

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Periapt | Jungkook [M]

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: exorcist!au, demon!au, incubus!jungkook words: 15k+ rating: nsfw warnings: demon summoning, smut: explicit sexual content, oral (recieving), sex, lots of cum, incubus jk, fingering, light dirty talk, if you squint jk has nipple piercings notes: dont fuck demons, also was this a fucken trip or w h a t

✦ periapt : n. an item worn as a charm or amulet 

You were an exorcist-in-training, and for a final assessment you were tasked with summoning a Lesser Demon, and then binding that lesser demon to you in servitude. It was no biggie– you were a good student, and you knew your stuff. But even you didn’t know what to do when a mistake in ingredients lead you to summon the wrong demon into your very living room. Luckily, as you were quick to find out, incubi are very understanding.

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“To conclude this module on Lesser Demons, we’re collaborating with your Charms and Rituals professors and giving a joint assessment.”

The low, gravelly tone of your demonology professor suddenly pierced the thick film of the daydream you’d been immersed in and immediately you perked up in your seat in interest. You weren’t always such a bad student, but this class was last on a Friday afternoon and in all honestly you were just waiting until you could go home. You could feel your friend Seokjin grinning at you from his seat beside you, but you ignored him in favour of listening to your professor for the first time in the two hours you’d been sitting here.

Demonology was one of your favourite classes, second only to Charms and Rituals— and to hear that your assessments for both were being joined into one? You could hardly believe it, and were instantly alert and awake, excited almost to hear what was going to be happening.

“Yes, for your final assessment of the semester you will be using your knowledge of lesser demons, as well as the rituals for summoning and binding that you’ve been learning in my class,” your head whipped over at the smooth tone of your Charms and Rituals professor, a youthful woman that went by the name Seulgi and had inky hair that fell pin-straight down her back. In all honesty, you had no idea when she’d entered the room and as a result had been extremely startled by her presence— you could hear Seokjin snickering at your reaction.

“You all have learnt extensively about the summoning ritual in previous years, and even more so this year, along with the binding ritual we covered in the first half of the semester,” Seulgi’s dark eyes flitted over the large room of her pupils, your demonology professor standing to her side behind the desk. “For this assessment, you will be summoning a Lesser Demon, commanding it successfully to complete a minor task for you, and then binding it into servitude to you. We will be inspecting the symbol of binding that results as proof of your completion of the assessment.”

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arrest me (m.)

A/N: i kept coming back to this idea, so here it is… it took me forever to finish, though, literal months. this is the longest fic i’ve ever written in my entire life, oh my god.

genre: detective!au + fluff + smut

words: 7.5k

member: jeon jungkook

detective jeon just can’t seem to leave you alone.

You groaned the second you saw him, just barely holding yourself back from throwing your head back in frustration. You’d just wanted to get coffee before class in peace—was that too much to ask?

He stopped right in front of you, a smirk already on his face. You squinted up at him and forced a strained smile onto your face.

“Detective,” you greeted, continuing on your way, hoping he wouldn’t stop you. You internally sighed when he simply walked alongside you.

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Alibi (M)

Detective Jungkook keeps getting himself into trouble… But he can’t stop. Not until he’s caught.

Member/Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Jimin, Jungkook x Yoongi, Jungkook x @jeonjiah, Jungkook x OC Genre: Detective!Jungkook, SerialKiller!Jungkook, drama, mystery, horror, smut.  Word Count: 20.1k Content/Warnings: Very graphic depictions of death/mutilation/gore, LOTS OF SMUT, necrophilia, strong language, BTS member deaths A/N: This is my first time writing mxm smut so forgive me if it’s not… idk accurate? and I know all the medical stuff isnt 300% accurate please forgive me.

Also special thanks to jeonjiah for letting me use her as a character, @hipsterminseok and @pasteljeonggukk for helping me brainstorm ideas, @taendencies for encouraging me to keep going even when I really did not want to, and @4oclockvmin for being my beta 💕

Where the fuck am I?

Jungkook pried his eyelids open to find himself lying on a bed, the room completely silent aside from the soft whirring of the ceiling fan above him.

I don’t have a fan in my room.

It was dark, but the room was just faintly illuminated by the street lamp shining through the window.

He reached a hand out and swept it across the sheets next to him, only to be met by a warm, sedentary lump.

Jungkook sat up, a bit too abruptly, and was met with an intense pounding in his head. He pressed a palm to his forehead, trying to still the room that was spinning around him.

Oh god, how much did I drink?

He always drank too much. It was a habit he picked up during his college days and he could never seem to shake it. However recently, he’d been blacking out more than usual, and it was starting to affect his work.

Jungkook looked over at the naked woman passed out next to him.

Please be alive.

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Begin: BTS OneShot

*A/N  I ran across this text post by @taedamn and became inspired!  (I promise I’m still working on Scars too, but this just overtook my brain.)  I hope you enjoy!

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jeon JungKook

Genre: Angst, Unlikely Friendship, Dabbles of Fluff

Work Count: 4.3K

Yoongi stood at the sink behind the counter, washing coffee mugs. Damn it this place was depressing…. no one but sick people coming in and out… And if they weren’t sick, they were depressed because someone they knew was sick… or they were an exhausted doctor or nurse that could barely focus so they came in, grabbed coffee and ran out again…. He put the last mug in the drying rack and peered over his shoulder.

He was still here….

The kid didn’t have a cup or a plate or anything, he hadn’t ordered anything for the last hour… he even barely drank coffee, maybe one a day… if that. But he came every day at 3pm, just after his physical therapy, and stayed till closing. Yoongi didn’t quite know what to make of the little brat… he didn’t want to make anything of him, really.  He’d worked at the hospital coffee shop long enough to know the golden rule… Never get involved with the patients. They either got well and left, or….more often than not… Yoongi shook his head and started to dry the mugs with a dish towel, but he felt himself glance over his shoulder again. The kid had white earbuds on, and was mouthing along to whatever song was playing. Yoongi never caught him actually singing though… just mouthing along.  Yoongi felt the corner of his lip twitch, and coughed slightly, grabbing another mug and drying it.

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