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𝔾𝕠𝕕'𝕤 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕟 - 1

- Royality - Demigod!JK - War - Angst - Smut - Forbidden Romance - Angel!Reader -

" As the son of a god, he's not supposed to participate in war- that's what the angels are for- bowing down at every command, and shielding him from any harm. But maybe its time for a change. Maybe its time for him to protect his angel instead. "

"You're not being serious." Jungkook growls, before he swings the wooden sword harder against yours; the attack effortlessly blocked by you.

After practically begging for an eternity, he'd finally been allowed basic combat training. It's unheard of; but then again, jungkook is already a lot of things no one's ever known before. With his mother being a mere human, and his father being a God, he's already a special being in itself. Technically, a human woman isn't able to carry out a God's child- but there he was, thriving and growing stronger every day. "Come on, stop blocking-!" He grits out, as you push your own wooden replica of a weapon in a skilled manner, disarming the young demigod.

"I've been tasked with basic combat training, your highness." You say to the heavily breathing jungkook. "I'd be beheaded of I ended up harming you in any way." You tell him, stepping back as he picks up his wooden weapon. He's not happy- its clear as day, not only from his look. He's still not yet in full control of his powers; the room cooling down significantly at his inner disappointment of the entire situation, making you shiver. He himself probably doesn't even notice.

"We're alone here." He scolds, and you look away from his gaze- unable to stand a confrontation like that. "For an Angel you sure love disobeying requests I give." He tells you, stepping closer to you. His presence is suffocating, not only because it's just him, hug because it's so wrong for you to feel the way you do at his proximity. "What is it about me that makes it so easy for you to go against my wishes?" He says, and you hate how his voice sounds like velvet beneath your fingertips. Soft, like nothing else, incomparable to anything else.

"I'm not going against your wishes- I'm being responsible." You say, not saying his name out of pettiness now as you turn around to put away the practice weapon, well aware that you won't be able to get anywhere at this point considering his and your mood.

"You know I told you I'd never let something happen to you!" He argues, following you. It's true; he's told you he'd protect yiu so many times already. "Do I seem so dishonest to you?" He almost whines, and it hurts to hear him like this.

"Of course not." You tell him, sighing. It's not that you don't trust him- but that he's believing in things that just won't ever be true. Even if he tried to defend you, he'd never be able to overthrow his father's word- if that man wanted to rip out your wings, he'd do it.

And he wouldn't even care if his son had to watch.

Pls do it 💔

I’m on my knees begging for you to write a part 2 to menace( only if you want to no pressure to do anything) but I would malfunction you did

i have so many wips and part twos to write, and as much as i get kinda tired that ppl use "write part two" as my only form of feedback, im not so upset about it regarding this fic bc like.....low key i kinda wanna continue it............

hobi saying jimin was his bright light in the darkness 😭 (trans. cr. eternalhyyh)

Oh my I’m loving this game already ♥️♥️

How about 7. “You almost got yourself killed, and now you’re joking?!” With prey jk 😎

Aftermath of this ask.

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It's quiet in the room, except the steady sounds from all the equipment they hooked you up on to keep you alive. Jungkook doesn't know if he's thankful for the sounds or if they will drive him insane- he doesn't want to find out either.

His skin has been cleaned by now, he's dressed in new clothes- while you're still asleep, unaware of his presence he assumes. He thinks about how unfair this is; how perfect and good everything was just a few days ago, and now he has to sleep in an empty bed at home, trying like a touch-starved pet to somehow make up for your lack of presence next to him ar night.

"Did you get all the stains out of your shirt?" You wonder suddenly, and his eyes burst open, body rising from his chair as he accidentally kicks it over behind him, only caring about your eyes now opened and aware of everything around you. He presses a button to alert the nurses of it too- before his eyes glaze over again, body leaning over yours as he rests his head over your heart.

"You almost got yourself killed, and now you're joking?!" He angrily presses out between his teeth against your body, your hand in his hair breaking the dam for him as he cries into your chest.

The nurses let him be for a moment, deciding to return later after they see you smile towards them.

"I can't-" He mumbles. "I thought-" He tries again, but you just run your hand through his hair.

"I'm still here, no?" You tell him, and he leans back, nodding.

You're okay.

That's all that counts.

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Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (1) 🔞

In which everything he always wanted has already been there from the start. He just needs to make that final step.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: blood high= a rush vampires get after consuming blood, nothing graphic though, wet dream, reader is kinda innocent ngl, sexual tension, fluff

Length: short/mid

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He doesn't know how he got into this situation, memories fizzy and unclear. But what he does know is that he's desperate.

You're squirming underneath his hands, skin a blur, but he somehow still feels it warm and soft. Maybe you're simply so beautiful his mind can't comprehend it- Brain short-circuiting at the sight of your bare body beneath his own. He's hard, dripping with precum already, embarrassingly so- desperate.

But he can't seem to push himself inside.

He's rather opting to rub his painfully hard length over your soft stomach, needy for friction as he gasps out your name under his breath. You're begging for him to do something, anything, and he wants to comply, hell, he wants to ram himself so deep into your cunt until the only thought left in your head is him, him, him.

But he can't.

"Yoongi.." you call out to him, and he wants to answer, what's to move, but nothing is helping. He's caught in the moment as if hands are holding him hostage. He wants to make love to you, fuck you stupid, something in between or both at once- but there's no control over his body present. "Yoongi.!" You say again, more urgently, and he almost sobs to himself because what is happening?

"Yoongi!"

His eyes open, and the first thing he notices is how sweaty he is, heart pounding in his chest. "Thank God you woke up, I was worried." You tell him, sitting on the floor in front of the couch he's been napping on, hands on his shoulder. "Did you have a nightmare?" You wonder, and at that he swallows, eagerly getting into a sitting position with the blanket thankfully covering his still throbbing length.

"Yeah, something like that."

You're currently living with him while your apartment is being renovated- a broken gas pipe having almost hospitalized you a week prior. It had freaked him out to the core, a new fear unlocked it seems as he feels uneasy even considering you moving back into your place.

What if they don't fix it properly? What if you go to sleep and never wake up? What if it breaks again?

"I just wanted to tell you I'll be grocery shopping now." You say, getting up to walk towards the front door, slipping into your boots. "Do you need anything?"

"No." He shakes his head. "You can take my card- it's in my wallet." He tells you, running a hand through his hair.

"No, it's fine!" You smile, zipping up your jacket. "Take it as a thank you for your hospitality." You grin, before you open the door. "I'll be back soon!" You call out, before the door closes.

And he waits.

He watches the small clockwork of his wristwatch count the seconds, one round, then another, then another.

"Fuck it." He scoffs to himself, getting up to walk into the bathroom. A cold shower won't help him, granted, he doesn't want one either. He thought living with you would be easy- you're low-maintenance, never complain, you eat almost everything, you're quiet and you work most of the day anyway.

But fuck. He did not take into account how oblivious you are.

From your shorts to wearing sports bras as acceptable tops around the house, you're seriously making his life hell on earth. It's been a week, and he's already almost ran into you half naked- bare back and glimpse of the side of your chest still clear as day in his memories. He's found your panties shamelessly thrown into the hamper with his own clothes, one pair clearly stained with clear and still glistening arousal yesterday- and he blames today's dream on that.

He wonders what had gotten you to the point of ruining your underwear like that.

As he steps into the shower, he likes to believe that it was him, yesterday when you were cooking together. He'd stood behind you, had helped you cut some vegetables with his hands over yours, looking over your shoulder. Maybe you liked how domestic it was? Maybe you were having thoughts about being bent over the kitchen counter, just like the idea is spreading into his mind right now?

Or maybe it was when you were sitting on the couch together, watching some random movie because the wifi had died, leaving you with nothing but cable TV. Thinking about it, he really could've just slipped his hands underneath your shirt. He'd seen your nipples through the soft fabric, all perked up, proving your lack of underwear.

Maybe if he had made his move yesterday he wouldn't be standing in the shower right now, one arm against the wall while the other desperately strokes his cock.

He shouldn't be doing this.

It feels awfully wrong to think about you during such a thing, and yet, he can't get himself to really stop it until he actually finishes, cum getting washed down the drain together with all of the emotions clouding his better judgement. He knows this isn't right. He needs to do something about it.

But you're so sweet- how can he know that you won't say yes to him just because you don't want to hurt his feelings?

When you return back from getting groceries, you're painfully oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary. You don't question why he showered, you don't ask if anything is wrong- you simply start cooking, before you sing quietly to yourself, swaying on the spot. "Ah, Yoongi!" You suddenly say turning around towards him. "I know what I want for my birthday now!" You say, and he raises his eyebrow.

"Your birthday was four weeks ago." He comments, and you nod.

"And you said I can have whatever I want once I figured it out!" You remind him, his exact words being exactly those. You'd struggled to tell him what he could give you as a present- and so he'd given you nothing but a promise.

"What is it then?" He wonders, hoping it might be something silly like a kiss.

"I wanna go on a trip with you!" You chirp, and he's confused. "A camping trip! You say you like those too, so I wanna go on one with you." You explain, turning around to stir what's in the pot. "Doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow- I just wanna. You know. Spend time with you.." you mumble the last past, not sparing him a glance.

And maybe that's his sign.

The only way to be sure is to wait if you reach out to him first. It's the only solution to this problem there is. And maybe, just maybe, you're holding out your hand right now for him to potentially grab onto.

"Alright, let's do it then." He nods, and you turn with bright eyes and an excited smile.

"Oh, thank you! When do you think we could go?" You ask him innocently enough, tilting your head to the side. He's seen that look on your face so many times by now, and it's still dangerous.

So Yoongi smiles a little mischievously.

"When's the earliest you can get time off of work?"