Ego | Jjk | Harry Potter Au

ego | jjk | harry potter au

⇥ pairing: gryffindor jeongukk x hufflepuff reader

⇥ genre: harry potter AU, smut, fluff, angst

⇥ summary: in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs 

⇥ warnings: 18+, dirty talk, light smut, cursing

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The wind whirled around me as I careened towards the glistening goal posts, imagining the opposing team’s Keeper darting back and forth in hopes of blocking the Quaffle that was currently tucked under my arm. I feigned left and the imaginary keeper followed suit. I threw right – Quaffle sailing through the rightmost gold hoop.

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part 2

a well-oiled machine | i

➛pairing: jungkook x reader ➛genre: android au, futuristic au, prostitute au, fluff, angst, smut (next part) ➛words: 14.3k ➛rating: sfw ➛warnings: none in particular in this part– some slight drunken behaviour and an android in bad shape! hints at previous abuse ➛notes: for @cinnaminsvga !! happy birthday zee!! i wuv u uwu !! <33 enjoy your roboporn u mecha slutte – I’m sorry its not completely done!! I’ll do my best to pull the rest out my ass asap!!! <3 <3 <3

Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought.

→posted; 20.08.2018

→ masterlist | part ii

Through the cool blue and lilac glow that fell from the holographic signs lining the streets, the fat droplets beginning to pelt from the sky and the darkness that began to linger alongside the buildings, a form was just barely visible. Jumbled and disorganised, a mess of metal and synthetic material that had seen better days was propped against a dumpster and the brick wall behind it. Hovering vehicles sped past, women in heels and men in dress shoes strode by, all oblivious to the shape hidden just inside the alley. The droplets that had sprinkled now began to pour from the heavens in earnest, and the form began to grow soaked. Water pooled across the chipped and uneven concrete, dripping and mixing with the deep, burnt violet that trickled slowly from metallic shapes that looked vaguely like limbs, the metal torn and busted, and the flesh-like material spread across it ripped and ruined. As the remaining light of day fled the sky and the distant rumble of brontide pierced the damp air, time began to run out for the form. It had been there for days, untouched by anything but nature, and while the LED light in its eyes had managed to remain, now it had begun to flicker. It was a hopeless night, a hopeless storm growing closer, and the glow of the signs’ light reflecting across the puddles was beginning to overpower the form’s own.

He didn’t have much longer at all.

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The Red Light District wasn’t a place you enjoyed visiting, nor one you frequented by choice. Rather, it was a necessary evil; just on the other side of the district lay a waste field, ripe with discarded technology and all the parts in the world a simple tinkerer like you could ever want. Normally, someone such as yourself seeking to pilfer the field for parts and goods would be refused entry, but you had the luck of knowing and befriending the owner. Mr Bang was a retired scientist, an inventor of sorts, who’d specialised in AI and had even mentored some of your friends in their studies before he reached an age where he decided it was time to leave the profession. It was, in a way, quite peculiar that he now owned and managed what was essentially a trash yard for discarded technology. From simple things like microwaves and hoverboards to the rare early-age android, He collected them and stored them. The only place he’d managed to find big enough for all his, well, junk had been the warehouse on the other side of the Red Light District. And so, that was where you had to go— actually, it was where you were trying to go right now, if the storm and resulting traffic decided to let up.

Your car was somewhat a relic of an older time, but still technologically advanced enough that it was allowed on the road with other vehicles. You’d grown up being taught to drive by your parents, and secretly longed to be able to drive your own car, but the laws in this day and age were quite clear. On roads that hovercraft and wheeled vehicles shared, only automatic, self-driving units were allowed. Gone were the days when you controlled the speed of your own car, the turns and brakes. It was nice not having to think about all of those things on the journey to your destination, but at the same time you found it gave you too much time to think. While it took more mental capacity, driving in itself was a mindless sort of activity. You liked that it quietened your thoughts, but supposed you’d just have to deal as always with how loud they were for now.

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Dumbo | Jungkook (M)

→ summary: you know what they say about boys with big noses…

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

→ genre: humor/crack, smut → warnings: they talk about dicks a lot (i.e. jungkook has a big dick), DICK MEASURING CONTESTS (aka jk gets his dick appraised… just boys bein’ boys), explicit sexual content, semi-public exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, sub!jungkook, whining, light dirty talk, mild pain play, mutual masturbation, jungkook has piercings, accidental edging (you’ll… understand), oc doesn’t have a gag reflex lol → words: 17.2K → a/n: @jincherie… you are my enabler and i will die on this hill only if you die on it with me. but of course i know you will die with me. because we only have one braincell and if either of us die, we both do. thank you for commissioning me to write this btw… even though i was already writing this so you just basically sent me money for free. ANYWAY… WORLD IS FUCK BUT I LOVE RHA!! ALSO JUNGKOOK HAS A BIG DICK!! EPIC!!

The club lights make it difficult for Jungkook to see anything. He doesn’t understand why club owners can’t just jack up the lighting for once; it isn’t like you’re going to be able to find a hook-up through echolocation or something. Though, judging by the way people seem to be groping their way through the masses, perhaps there really is no need for illumination anyway.

Jungkook normally hates this kind of scene. Drinking is all good and fun, especially when he’s with his hyungs, but going to overly crowded places makes his skin crawl with anxiety. It takes almost three shots during pre-game for him to get anywhere near this kind of place and it’s all thanks to Seokjin. That hyung thrives in these kinds of environments, like a clipped butterfly relearning how to fly.

“I’m gonna get shit fucked wasted!” Seokjin hollers, his arm looped carelessly around the only other person who hates being here as much as Jungkook does. He watches passively as Yoongi tries to bite a chunk off of Seokjin’s hand, but despite his inebriation, their eldest hyung is able to dodge it quickly.

“Not before I kill you, then everyone else in this place, and then myself, first.” Yoongi growls, nudging Seokjin off his smaller frame. If the world hadn’t been swaying underneath Jungkook’s feet, he might have offered to help his small hyung do the deed. If there’s anyone who hates nightclubs more than Jungkook, it’s Yoongi. Jungkook is frightened to know how Seokjin managed to convince Yoongi in the first place, and he’d prefer not to find out what sort of terrible blackmail the elder must have under his sleeve to accomplish such an arduous feat.

Just as Yoongi is about to connect his steel-toed boot up Seokjin’s freshly bleached asshole, Jimin returns from the bar with three glasses held precariously in each of his fists. Jungkook wonders yet again how this is possible due to the sheer tininess of Jimin’s hands, but then again… What can’t Jimin do when it comes to alcohol?

“I’m back! Here you go, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, seamlessly handing Jungkook a glass of what he hopes is just a regular beer like he asked. Knowing Jimin, he probably ordered the strongest shit they have. He peers at it suspiciously, but it only takes half a sip for Jungkook to confirm his guess. He grimaces, nearly coughing out a lung at the strength of the poison running down his throat.

“That tasted like fucking metal polish! What the fuck, Jimin?”

“I know! It’s great isn’t it?” Jimin smiles angelically, handing Yoongi one of the drinks. Yoongi looks at the swirling piss-yellow liquid as if it holds the secrets to the universe. It appears as if he’s decided something when his eyes light up.

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calling you mine.

—wordcount: 8.5k+

—genre: tooth-rotting fluff, college au, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au

—pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

—rating: pg-15

—warnings: jungkook being the absolute softest boi, makeout scene, swearings

—summary: After the failed fifth blind date, or rather, skipped, Jungkook finally reveals to his friends that he is already enamoured with someone else. Someone he has never spoken to despite seeing her every Tuesday and Thursday. However, it’s a fact that Jungkook swears will change soon.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

author’s note: this fic is dedicated to parksfilter​ ♡ here’s a soft!kookie for you, hazel! i had fun writing this and i hope you enjoy this gift! this is inspired by this prompt !! special thanks to backhugsforhyunjin​ for beta reading this <3

© artaefact/eunoiabliss 2020. All rights reserved. Copying, reposting, translating, and modifying in any platform or by any means is NOT permitted.

Jungkook heaves a sigh at the sight of his screen lighting up with a notification from Jimin.

[4:48 PM] Jimin: u still up for tonight right??

This is the fifth blind date Jimin has set up for Jungkook. He claims this would help Jungkook to be more comfortable around new people. But somehow, all the dates Jungkook has gone through ended up inevitably awkward or well, disastrous.

Disastrous meaning that Jungkook nearly got decked by his last date’s ex, who still seemed pretty hung up over her. Jungkook had to run out of the diner before things escalated badly, thus, leaving his date behind. 

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Morning Games

↬ pairing: bf!jungkook x gf!reader

↬ genre: non-idol au, established relationship, fluff, smut [18+]

↬ summary: Jungkook spends his morning playing video games until you join him, in which he then turns all his attention to you… his loving girlfriend.

↬ wc: 4k

↬ warnings: cursing, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, impregnation kink (tiny), spanking, creampie

↬ date: August 8, 2019

Jungkook yawned as he slowly opened his eyes, feeling a weight on his chest. He looked down to see your head on his bare chest. Your legs were tangled with his beneath the covers, and your warmth was becoming almost overwhelming.

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cinnabar (dessert for two) | jjk

➛pairing: jungkook x reader ➛genre: strawberry shortcake au, post-apocalyptic au, smut, also borderline crack im so sorry ➛words: 12.5k ➛rating: nsfw ➛warnings: explicit sexual content; foodplay, some risque acts in the kitchen, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, light dirty talk ?, lowkey cum kink  ➛notes: happy very belated birthday to our precious googie!! im so sorry

Your ventures across the wasteland take a surprising turn when you wander outside your mapped area and get a little lost. Luckily for you, a strawberry-haired guide appears and offers to help you along.

→ posted; 19.09.2018

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A pinpoint, precise, stellar sense of direction.

This was what you usually prided yourself on, and yet… here you were. Out in the wilderness, well past the territory you’d explored so well and thoroughly that you knew it like the back of your hand. You prided yourself on your sense of direction, your preparation, your organisation… and here you were.

Lost, somewhat unorganised and wholly unprepared.

This wasn’t something that happened often, of course. You were good at what you did. Looting and scavenging the ruins of cities and villages long since lost to the woes of time wasn’t for everyone, and if your treasure room was anything to go by, you’d argue you were one of the best to attempt such a lifestyle.

The world you lived in, your world, was a wasteland. You’d been born in a territory that was situated far from the dangers the concrete plains and overgrown flora fields posed— as had been the intention of your parents. You supposed that by choosing this lifestyle you were essentially undoing all the hard work they put into making sure you stayed safe. Oh well, you’d still choose it over farming swollen and mutated potatoes from the ground with a pickaxe. You craved excitement, a life of adventure, and the wasteland provided.

You didn’t know the details of what had happened to throw your world into such a state so long ago, but you knew from stories passed down from your parents that it had been big, and it had been unbiased in its absolute destruction and desecration of everything humankind had built and held dear. The technology used had left the land almost uninhabitable, and it was a miracle the humans you’d descended from had even managed to survive the fallout. A long time had passed since then — centuries? You’d have to check with your mother, if you saw her again anytime soon— and the earth had healed as best as it could. You had to hold a certain respect for the land, the earth; nature had a miraculous way of adapting, overcoming, evolving.

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