The Firefly That Guards The Fox Part 11 [Final]

The Firefly that Guards the Fox Part 11 [Final]

⊸ Pairing: BTS Taehyung/V (fox hybrid) ⇆ Reader 

⊸ Genre: Fluff / Angst/ Smut (Epilogue)/ Hybrid au/ Lawyer au/ Crime-Mafia/Gang au

⊸ Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

⊸ Rating/Warnings: teen; mentions of bullying, death, gang references, and cursing.

⊸ Words:5k

⊸ A/N: Respondents—plaintiffs(before in civil court) i.e Ambrose Students (bullies); Appellant—defense (before in civil court) i.e. David Miller

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Masterlist [Will be linked when issue is fixed, please access blog for mstlist]

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Try-Hard | 01

Summary: Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

Members: Jungkook, ft. Yoongi being a little shit

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

A/N: Part one of my Rugby!Kook fic. Totally not inspired by imagining Jungkook in a rugby uniform. Nope. Not at all. (And a try is one of the ways to score in rugby. Heh, I’m punny.)

Part 2

When Yoongi first asks you to help him photograph the university’s rugby team, you are reluctant at best. Your knowledge of the sport extends to that it somewhat resembled football but with significantly less padding. Even then, your notions probably aren’t very accurate. Furthermore, you aren’t very keen on spending time in the sun taking pictures of sweaty guys tackling each other, no matter how “fit” your friends say they are. The same friends had convinced (read: forced) you to take the job with Yoongi, with promises of a free ice cream and dinner some time down the line.

You slightly warm up to the job when Yoongi introduces you to one of the players and his good friend, Park Jimin. They are about the same height but if they weren’t standing next to each other, you wouldn’t have known. Jimin is more muscular, all his rugby workouts showing in his bulging muscles that are noticeable even through his his t-shirt and jeans. He’s sweet, with an almost blinding smiling and a presence that warmed the room. You find yourself thinking that this gig wouldn’t be so bad as you laugh at one of his jokes over fries.

You warm up a lot once you meet the rest of the team. Or more accurately, once you see the team in uniform. More specifically, when you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. God damn.

It had completely slipped your mind that your cute, soft spoken photography classmate was on the team, even though you’ve seen him wearing his team jacket in class. Every time you looked at him you were too busy staring at his face rather than focusing on what sports team he played on.

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A vase of flowers | (m)

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers.

Pairing: Wealthy art student!taehyung x art student!reader

Warnings: slight angst. language. foreplay, descriptions of unprotected sex, dirty talk. it’s pretty tame otherwise.

Words: 10k

Summary: Art prodigy Taehyung comes to your art store out of desperation   when he doesn’t have enough paint to finish his latest piece. That wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t hate his elitist ass. 

a/n: this was just to get back in to writing. Its not edited and probably doesn’t flow the best. But it did get me writing so here u go!! feedback is much appreciated :)

(he’s a work of art himself!!1!!!1!)

The hustle and bustle of students – females in particular – in the hall outside the lecture theatre was more infuriating than you had anticipated. What else did you expect though? The one day you don’t come late to the lecture is the day Kim Taehyung had decided to show up to class so the hallways outside the room being cramped like a chicken farm was inevitable. Even Minnie sitting beside you was craning her neck forward to catch a glimpse of the artistic prodigy – never mind his out of the ordinary good looks – before the class started. He was very much a superstar at your university but you will never understand why people were so obsessed with people who were not actually that great if you just looked past the good looks and the talent. Talent didn’t automatically make someone a good person and everyone’s obsession with the teal haired artist really pissed you off.

“Ugh, when will these bimbos shut up. He’s not a god!” Your words are muffled against your sweater clad forearm as you try and rest your head before class started. Having the closing shift the night before was one of the few things you despised when you had a class this early in the next morning. But you still showed up to every one of them. Unlike someone else.

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blind!yoongi

decided to finally rewrite this damn thing.

what’s in it: fluff, smut, female!reader, cursing(?) word count: over 9k lmao

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There was a bit of a problem.

“_____, could you please stop staring at him for five seconds and help us with this problem set?” Your friends voice brought you out of your reverie and you dragged your eyes away from the boy that had been plaguing your thoughts.

Conversations floated all around you in the bustling coffee shop located conveniently on campus, and you heard a loud laugh come from the table he sat at, one of his friend’s head pulled back with mirth, the boy’s lips quirked up in a satisfied smirk.

The boy in question was in your Music Theory class. He sat in the back, never took notes, and constantly whispered to his friend beside him. The whispers were distracting on their own, but the boy was also disarmingly beautiful with pouty lips and sleepy eyes.

He never looked you in the eyes.

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You Deserve Punishment pt.2 (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 8,046

A/N: This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”. Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!

“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve punishment.”

  You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?

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Altar Boy [m]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: cult!au, altarboy!jungkook, smut

Warnings: anti-religion pair, cult acts, doing inappropriate things in a church,  fingering, degradation, explicit language, edging, oral, creampie, etc

Words: 5k

Plot Summary: Altar boys tend to serve a much higher purpose than lighting candles in the church, though those purposes may be seen as sinful in the eyes of god.

a/n: sorry of any misinterpretations of anything, this is ‘cult’ fic so keep that in mind. Enjoy.

Night has fallen and by now everyone had left the church. Near curfew, you could see through the glass windows, the orphans had started to race back to their rooms before the sisters would march around ordering them to sleep.

You were still in the church, merely picking up the fallen pamphlets and pushing the benches back into their original position ― when church finishes most tend to rush their way out, shoving the benches off centre which bothered the hell out of our head sister.

Whistling as you dusted the wooden benches blindly, it was dark and there were merely dim lights inside the hall. Mostly candles, some lamps glowing golden against the high walls.

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