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Jungkook

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◊ Name: Charming

◊ Genre: Snow White!AU

◊ Synopsis:  Prince Jungkook was as infuriating as he was beautiful. In line to one day be king, he requested your guidance in the ways of his people. In turn he will make you laugh, give your family fine gifts, and become an invaluable friend. Unfortunately, he will also make you fall in love with him. But the most unfortunate thing of all was his betrothal…to Snow White

◊ Status: Complete

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven

~THIS TUMBLR IS ARCHIVED.~

Out of Shadows ✬ JJK

✬ ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Hybrid!Jungkook! X freader/ ft. Hybrid!Jimin and Hybrid!Taehyung 

✬ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Ninja assassin!au/hybrid!au 18 +M /smut

✬ 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 15.5 k I’m sorry 

✬ 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Designed to be the deadliest hybrid assassin,  Jungkook completes his assignments efficiently and without question, until you.

✬ 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:daddy kink, choking kink, breeding kink, impreg kink, dom Jungkook, brat reader, slight yandere themes, use of restraints, biting, stupid pining, Stockholm syndrome, rimming, anal play, pussy slapping, violence, death of side characters and major character, mentions of hybrid heats, mentions of voyeurism, kidnapping, mentions of drugging, mentions of weapons, aggressive kissing, rutting and grinding, size kink, lactation kink, scenting, cock swelling, dirty talk, slight degradation, rough make-out sessions, mentions of pheromones, slight dub-con due to effects of pheromones, hair pulling, masturbation, finger sucking, mentions of blood, fighting, physical violence, posessive Jungkook

A/N: This fic was once posted long ago, but I abandoned it. I decided to pick it back up and finish it as a one shot. For my baby, @xmagicxshopx​ whom through this fic, became my friend and who I know has secretly been wanting me to finish it 👀. This is the motherlode of hybrid Jk kinks! Enjoy <3

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deal

what do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ it’s not really described in-depth since i’m not a doctor and it’s a sensitive topic. she also has the beginning of a panic attack. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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© deal is copyright jeonstudios 2020. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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Only Mine {M}

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut + / jealousy   Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 5,184

Jungkook never had any serious troubles with women. He enjoyed the simple satisfaction of sharing a meal with them, talking with them and the added pleasure of sex. Women seemed to reciprocate the feelings back, naturally attracted to him and often taking the first initiative with little effort from himself. However, what he did lack when it came to the opposite sex was not offering them anything beyond that. There wasn’t any traumatizing experience that happened to him. No sad break up story that caused him to close himself off from anyone. In reality, ever since he was young and he experienced the joy of women, relationships and settling down never appealed to him. He was quite sure that the bachelor life was made for him. No matter how appealing the woman he met was, if she was on the lookout for a boyfriend he made sure to steer clear and keep his distance. He wasn’t particular with any desired traits in a woman that peaked his interest. As long as she didn’t bore him, that was enough. But he bored easily after some time, hence why relationships and being tied down never worked out. Once the initial attraction and spark dimmed and he started to get to know her, to get comfortable with her he’d become discouraged. If the hazy cloud that screamed ‘commitment’ would start to loom over him, Jungkook knew how to skillfully shut things down right away. Like a pro he was well equipped with techniques to make sure things ended swiftly, naturally and more importantly, cleanly. “It’s not you it’s me,” was the classic cliche line for others, but for himself his words boosted their ego, sending them off with no regrets and the promise that they could remain friends, sometimes with the added benefits.

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Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS PROHIBITED. I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY INTERACTIONS WITH PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most.

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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rose coloured | jjk

Title: rose coloured

[my masterlist]

crossposted to AO3 (follow-up drabble:  pay up )

Banner by me, picture from here

This prompt is taken from the wonderful Valentine’s Mix Prompt List from @btswritingcafe​ (Check it out! There are so many fun prompts on there!)

Scenario 7 

Your girl friends all have plans with their partners, leaving you alone and drunk… which leads you to call up an old flame.

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff / post-college!AU 

Wordcount: 2,3k

Warnings: alcohol is drunk (bougie rosé champagne) valentine’s day is a scam, hoseok mentions a booty call, cursing is done, people are reminiscing about being drunk in college, mentions of ridiculous costumes, people sport a hangover, friends are getting wined and dined and laid

a/n: fair warning, this has never happened before (this=started, finished and posted a fic in two days), so <throws the fic on the ground and runs away> (Please let me know if you like it. I thrive on feedback!) Also, this is only edited by me and not beta-read.

(Hey Mai! @jinpanman​ see, there is noooooo angst in here! <3 Thank you for cheering me on while I wrote this!)

Happy Valentine’s Day! (Don’t forget to love yourself today! And if you can’t, I’ll do it for you.)

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“Hello?”

Shit. What did your rosé-induced brain think when you dialed this number? That it was a good idea to call the hottest guy in your contacts? The guy you shared a few classes with during undergrad and then somehow your friend groups mingled for a while, but then graduation came, before you had plucked up enough courage to ask him out, because fuck societal gender norms, and that you hadn’t talked to in a few years? Yeah, stellar idea.

So you do the obvious thing and hang up.

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