Spawn Of The Devil;

Spawn of the Devil;

— Pairing: jungkook x Reader

— Genre: bully au, mature. Fluff, angst.

— you were a bitch and he was your puppy.

You were such a bitch. Oh you were the bitchiest person to ever grace this planet. How could you be so insensitive? You were heartless.

You deserved to burn in the deep flames of hell. Did you even have a heart? Were you even a human at this point? You could be a witch. Oh! Yes, that must be it, because...

What did he even see in you? You were only a pretty face. But that was about it. Because you were a bully.

And he was a sweetheart. An innocent young man. While? You were the spawn of the devil.

“P-Please don’t pity me.” He uttered in a small voice. You raised your eyebrow as your “friend” giggled.

“Oh, aren’t you a little masochist, puppy?” You cooed, leaning in whispering the words in his ears. He shuddered, goosebumps on his neck. A sadistic laugh leaving your lips. Your eyes fell on his face.

Red as a tomato.

He seemed rather lost as you trailed your freshly manicured fingers on his rather hard chest. He looked up in surprise, his doe eyes widened as he closed his eyes and whimpered quietly. “God.. this is all? A simple touch is all that’s needed to bring out the sick bastard in you?”

Your tone was cold. “You better complete the project, jungkook. Or else.” You spat in sarcasm. He was pathetic.

He quickly nodded “y-yes I will, Y-Y-Y/N!!! I-I promise, p-please don’t get angry with m-me....” he pouted as you rolled your eyes and left with your friend.

He watched with heart eyes as you walked towards the other direction of the school hallway with your minion.

God. You had such a pretty legs. He blushed st his sudden lewd thoughts that surrounded his mind. And a worth dying for laugh too?

Your laugh made him weak in the knees. No, just a glance from you was all it took to make him fall on his knees.

The way you walked and the way that your hips swayed made his mouth water. He stood still on his spot as his hand found itself touching his chest, where you touched him.

He smiled. You touched him!!! Again! Was it the third time or fourth? He needed to know!!! He needed to write it down.

He needed to! But.. first, he needed to give you the already completed project. He turned to walk where you went.

Slowly and cautiously.

...he felt like a really bad boy for lying to you... but as much as he deserved to be punished.. he couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck.

And also... if he didn’t lie then how would he get to see your pretty face and feel your touch? And listen to you cuss him.

God.. that turned him on so much.

Your pretty mouth saying such dirty words... he gulped quickly. His throat was getting dry.

But he adored it the most when you called him puppy.

gah!!! That was so romantic!! It was such a lovely term of endearment. His heart fluttered abnormally when you called him that.

He was your puppy. “gah, I love her so much.” He gushed to himself as he walked slowly. “She’s so lovely.. I’m going crazy.” He breathed. Walking so carelessly, lost in his fantasies as he bumped into a person.

It was Park Jimin.

His right hand man. Jungkooks face did a complete 180 change, now, jaw clenched and his eyes... hard. “Watch where you’re going, fucker. This was the First and last time. I’ll fucking shoot you next time.” He growled in a dangerously low tone.

Jimins eyes widened with fear. “I-I am so sorry boss but... this was important..” he stuttered. Looking down at the floor.

Jungkook looked around to see that the whole campus was finally empty.

“Spit.”

“W-We found him. The guy you asked for...”

Jungkook smirked. “Great.”

Oh today was really a great day! Now he could finally be his real self. Not to you, of course.

Never you. He would always be your ever so loyal puppy.

Only to you.

But to the world. He was Jeon Jungkook.

The biggest fucking gang leader of South Korea.

You were just the spawn of the devil. But he was the fucking devil himself.

cozy thief. (m) jjk

pairing. jeon jungkook x reader genre. smut, fluff, mutual pining word count. 5.1k warnings. roommate!au, cuteness!! lots of kissing & heavy petting, hand in pants action and messy/needy humping from jungkook lol  summary. a rainstorm knocking out your power is the small push needed for confessions to come tumbling out author’s note. requested for #30 from this prompt list! thank you for sending this in 🖤 (requests now closed)

The bubbling water is the only thing you focus on as you rest against the countertop, hands tightly holding onto your fluffy blanket of choice to trap all of the warmth in before it could escape. The rhythmic pattering of rain against the windows has become background noise now, already accustomed to the sound that woke you up hours ago.

It’s therapeutic really, your fuzzy socks sliding along the floor as you pull out your favorite mug, grabbing the hot chocolate mix and mini marshmallows from their rightful spot in the pantry. You don’t even think about the ridiculous electric bill you’ll be getting from how high you currently have the heater cranked up, freezing to death was not worth saving a few bucks. 

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Devotee;

— parings: sasaeng!jimin x Idol reader.

— genre: yandere, obsession, idol verse au.

— he was your devotee. Your infamous sasaeng. Park Jimin.

Based on this request: idk if the requests are still open but, may i request for a drabble of jimin being a sasaeng? Uhm if the y!jimin in the headcanons meet singer!reader...what will happen? shshh thanks for acknowledging this request. Thanks and take care. 💖

His heart could explode in his chest.

Actually, it might’ve already did. Jimin took a deep breath as he tried again to calm himself down. Walking almost fast as he bumped into his fellow— no.

There was only one devotee of you. And that was Park Jimin.

Your biggest fan. Your biggest supporter. Your only lover.

Oh! How heart was shaking in his chest. “Please welcome the fantastic Y/N L/N!!!” His heart stopped.

You— You walked in all your glory. He covered his mouth as his eyes widened at you. You were here!!! You were finally here.

You finally came for him. After such agonising wait... you were finally closer to him.

“Excuse me sir.. can you stop shaking?” His eyes averted to the random person sitting beside him. Jimin simply rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, shitface.” He spoke in a cold tone. And looked ahead.

Where you sat. Just right infront of his eyes. A huge love dazed smile complimenting his doll like features.

God you were so ethereal. Were you real? His breath hitches in his throat as the more he stared on your face.

His computer couldn’t/ never ever did justice to your actual beauty.

He was going to sue the computer company.

It wasn’t really the first time that he was seeing you, oh no. He saw you a long time ago. When you had just debuted as a solo artist.

He knew you the longest, and the most.

Actually more than your own self. Your favourite colour, your every single EP. Your singles. Your comebacks, your favourite drinks, your favourite chocolate brand, your favourite clothing, makeup brands. Your favourite bubblegum flavours, your favourite artists, the languages you could speak, your address, your house structure, your car. Your past relationships. Secret or not.

He bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed at the thought of your past relationships. The metallic taste on his tongue, the taste he was so familiar with.

...how could you date someone else? When he was there? How dare you. It was the most horrifying time of his life.

Crying day and night, not eating, tearing everything apart.

Trying to hate you.

But he couldn’t. He could never bring himself to hate you.

“Umm. You know, it’s your turn now...” the weirdo from before spoke again. But this time Jimin smiled brightly. “Y-Yes!” He quickly stood up and fixed his outfit.

It was his turn now!!! He walked with excitement. HE HAD BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG.

Admiring you from afar was pure torture.

“Hello mr!” You smiled sweetly. Your eye smile making heart do so many flips.

God he could kiss you right now!

He really could...

“H-Hi” He meekly replied... getting lost in your beauty. As you signaled to sign his album. His gaze never leaning your lips.

“I-I love you!!! I love you so much.” He confessed suddenly as you giggled while signing his album. “ aw really? I’m so happy that you do. I love you too.” You replied sweetly.

“What’s your name mr?” You looked up at him. Waiting for his response when he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

Gasps were heard as your eyes widened in shock, your brain taking in the situation as he moaned in your mouth. His hands grabbed your face tightly.

You tried to push him away, the security care too but he didn’t bulge.

His dark hair was all you could see, when you felt his tongue licking your lips. “Mphm!!!” You tried to push him away but again... no use.

He kissed you like starved man. And after what felt like eternity he finally pulled away.

You stared at him in shook, while he just licked the lipgloss from his lips. “I’m Jimin. Park Jimin.” He finally introduced himself.

And your heart stopped. “W-What?!” You stuttered as flashbacks hit you. He just smirked in response.

“You can’t be!” You exclaimed again. “Y-You’re that saesang?!!” You shivered in fear.

Jimin just giggled. The infamous Y/N L/N’s crazy fan. No. Crazy was an underestimate. He was sickly, dangerously obsessed.

The only one who could do anything for you. “The one and only, my love.”

After-hours : jjk x reader (M)

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, pwp (idk maybe there is 1% of a plot idk), teacher!au

warnings: language, penetrative sex (mayhaps not the most well described use of protection but THAT STUFF IS NON-NEGOTIABLE SO ALSO USE PROPER PROTECTION), oral sex (f receiving), fondling and sucking of breasts, people are very quick to remove their clothes - basically nudity, y/n is turned on by shakespeare 😳, detailed description of genitalia, sex in a classroom, dirty talk (?) if you squint, that’s about it i think 🤔 

summary: you’ve been working as a middle school maths teacher for almost a year now. things are going well, until… the school recruits a new english literature teacher to replace the soon-to-be retired mrs. meyers. it’s no secret that you’ve always had a thing for shakespeare, but nothing can explain your body’s reaction to mr. jeon and his literary knowledge. and it all comes to head one friday, after-hours.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: it is here. wow. after all my dramatic posts about writing smut, here you go. this was my first attempt at writing pwp. it was difficult to get used to but i’m glad i finished it! if you liked the story lemme know! and thanks to @iniquitouspoppy​ for beta-ing this. also shoutout to the lovely beans at BSH for being extra supportive of my extra dramatic ass.

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the eyebrow wiggle aaaaaaaalksdkslac

nephilim (deux)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior, manipulation

deep in the forest lies the home to the infamous, successful kim family. you steeled yourself to enter the lions’ den, where kind, masked souls surrounded you, welcoming you with open hearts and open arms. you, however, still keep your wits about you. you protect yourself by getting comfortable, but not too close. but it’s alright. put your guard up to your hearts’ content. you are their favorite past time, after all. either way, sooner or later, you will be theirs…

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The five Kim siblings couldn’t be more elated, watching the object of their eye sleep without a care in the world.

They remained quiet, speaking in whispers as they strove not to wake you up. Your guarded attitude around them had escaped no one, and they, quite frankly, found it adorable.

You were the only one who didn’t wear your emotions on your sleeve around them.

The sleek, black van turned corner after corner around the winding paths of Ichabod, passing homes, places of commerce, and office buildings.

The Kim family lived deep within the woods, not too far away from the base of the monthly gatherings. All of the other town dwellers would walk from their homes, located at various points in the city, into the twisting black woods in order to appear at the meeting on time.

For the Kims would accept nothing less than perfection.

After another twenty minutes, Driver Bin cautiously approached a narrow dirt path and he directed the car onto the incline, winding upwards on the hill. The car then veered off to the right, entering a secluded road that would lead specifically to the Kim family mansion. 

It stood, raised on wooden platforms with impressive glass windows. The exterior shone in the afternoon sunlight, polished cherry wood glistening through the orange and green leaves on the forest trees.

There was no ostentatious fountain or statue outside the front of the home, nor were there piled bodies of the forsaken lying around their grounds, contrary to popular schoolyard taunts and beliefs. 

Only a winding, wooden staircase that led to the front door. 

The boys stared out the window, gaze breaking away from you for only a moment as they watched the approaching front gate.

A black, iron-wrought masterpiece, as well as their father’s pride and joy: the front gate worked all too well at keeping unwanted guests outside and favored guests inside of the Kim household.

Each of the brothers had grown up detesting that gate. Whether on purpose or by accident, it kept them locked up from the outside world, ostracizing them even more than they had already thought possible.

But now, as the old iron monstrosity creaked open, and as they watched their beloved sleep ever so sweetly….

Why, they wouldn’t have wished for anything other than for that gate to close once and for all, leaving you with them forever.

The metal closed with an ominous clang, and the van pulled into the home’s garage as the sun began to set.

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You peeled your eyes open, disoriented for just a moment before pure panic bled through.

The last thing you remembered was getting into the Kim’s car on your way to their home.

But now, you lay in a queen size, four poster bed covered with soft (f/c) sheets. The dark brown, wooden frame had beautiful gossamer, white sheets hanging down, wrapped around each end so that you could sit up without them getting in your way.

You looked down and found your school uniform still on, albeit a bit wrinkled. There was a sweater a bit too large for you wrapped around your shoulders. Your shoes were no longer on your feet, and the thought of someone taking those off for you made you flustered.

You weren’t sure how you had gotten to the room, but logic reasoned that one of the boys must have brought you in here to rest…

Your face twisted into an unreadable expression…you weren’t particularly sure how to feel about that. 

You should thank them and apologize, of course, but still, the entire situation only heightened your unease.

Your phone and backpack lay on the table next to the bed, and you picked the device up, checking the time. To your surprise, it had only been an hour since you left the school grounds. 

You texted your mother that you had arrived before getting off the bed and walking to the door in your socks. Before you could open it, however, your phone began to buzz in your hand.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N)! Is everything alright?” Your mother’s voice, tired but worried, sounded out from across the line. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine! We just got here. I had to use the bathroom so they led me to a guest room; that’s where I am right now.” You paced around the room as you spoke before sitting on the edge of the bed and fingering the silk canopy.

You decided not to tell your mother about the falling asleep part. What she didn’t know couldn’t worry her.

“That’s good. I get out of work in a couple of hours, I’ll call you when I’m on my way. Just tell me how the project’s going in the meantime, okay?” 

“Yeah, sure.” She cautioned you one more time before hanging up the phone.

You put it in your skirt pocket and pulled open the wooden door, relieved by the fact that it made no sound. It led you to a hallway and you carefully walked out into it, making sure not to disturb anyone.

You surmised that you were located on the bottom floor of the house. The room you were in had been situated at the very end of the hallway, and you found the lack of noise unsettling. 

At first, the only thing you could hear was the soft padding of your socked feet on the hardwood floor, but as you walked down the hallway, the sound of talking and laughing got louder and louder. 

You peeked your head around the corner to see all five of the boys seated in a sort of lounge with large, floor-to-ceiling glass windows. 

The Kims had somehow managed to perfectly blend the appearance of old money with the taste and style of new money artwork and design. The house looked like something straight out of a romantic fiction, young adult novel.

As you looked around the living room, it was somewhat hard for you to take in the amount of wealth in the home. The windows offered a splendid view of the surrounding forest from the inside, although clouded a bit by coffee voile curtains. Before them sat two settees with a small, rounded glass table between them. Closer to the entrance where you stood sat a gray sofa across from a much longer, L-shaped couch.

Taehyung and Jimin sat roughhousing passionately on the sofa while Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook sat on the longer couch opposite them. The former was laughing at the two’s shenanigans, clapping his hands in glee and the latter two were occupied with separate activities: Namjoon reading, occasionally pushing his glasses up on his face and Jungkook concerned with something on his phone.

You hesitantly walked out. “…Jimin?”

All five heads snapped up as they watched you approach.

Jimin’s face broke out into an even bigger smile and he jumped up to stand in front of you. “(Y/N)! How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

“Did you sleep well?” Taehyung smiled mischievously from the couch, but you could tell from his tone that he meant well.

Your cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “Yeah! I’m so sorry about that, I just..didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I thought I had handled my fatigue pretty well, but I guess it never actually left. You could’ve woken me up, you know…” You spoke with your head down, looking at your hands as they wrung together.

You heard the room go silent for a moment, just as you feared it would. When you looked up, all five of the boys had an enigmatic expression on their face.

It sent chills down your back, just how quickly their attitudes had switched. They went from joyful laughter and peaceful content to emotions you felt were unstable…you sensed a bit of helplessness paired with indifference, and the slightest hint of anger and contempt. 

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