Sing To Me: JJK X Reader

Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance,  Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain’t supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you’ll miss the scene, honestly I didn’t include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I’m done I think, wow mom I’ve sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he’s cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

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1/3 reflection papers done ☝️😔

Jimin: Comfort Blanket (Intro)

In which you loose your precious comfort blanket- just to find it on the shoulders of none other than Park Jimin.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jimin, Omega!Reader, Idol!Jimin, omega struggles, alpha problems, stereotypes and judgmental 'fans', angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: jimin is possessive over his new blankie, reader is in need for it

Chapter length: short/mid

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Being an unmated omega sucked.

It's not the dreamy situation everyone thinks it is. You're not sought after and constantly asked out, there's nothing great about it. It's either chuckles and whispering jokes to friends, or horny newly-presented alphas who think it's their chance.

And the emotions are constantly all over the place as well.

Without a mate, as an omega, you naturally constantly feel.. Lost. Like you forgot your wait at home or suddenly notice your phone is not in your picket anymore. That feeling of dread that makes your stomach drop and hands shaky. It's always there.

Except at home.

For the rare occasion of an older omega like you, social isolation is the main reason they end up in the situation of being unmated at such an age. Normally, Omegas present at the age of 16, and typically mate soon after.

But putting boring facts aside, it's not always this bad.

You've got your ways to somehow live your life regularly; you stay low, away from any attention, and carry things around to help you cope with the lack of a partner who'd provide emotional stability in most situations. You're a little shadow moving in the background- never seen, rarely ever noticed at all. You got a comfort blanket drenched in your scent, and it helps to clear your mind when it becomes overwhelming.

Only that right now, it's gone.

And you have no idea where it is- where it could be. You run around the area, visiting every room you've been in, before you finally let yourself sit in a corner facing the wall, desperate to calm down. You'll find it.

You have to.

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"is that new?" J-Hope asks as he watches Jimin on the couch, reading the setup list with a warm brown blanket over his shoulders. "it's really soft-" he starts, but joins hand snaps out to gently but sternly remove his packmate's hand from it.

"It's- yeah." he says, unsure why he's so protective of it. It smells absolutely amazing, that's for sure- the clean and gentle scent filling his mind and making him almost sleepy. He's oddly happy and calm now, a contrast to his typically rather fiery temper. He's never violent or anything- but as an alpha, and especially an unmated one, he does face issues every day. His mood can sometimes change within seconds, and while he's not as bad as Jungkook used to be, it's still something everyone around him is aware of. He's also needy for physical contact and always has this odd feeling of needing to prove his worth- even if it's just friendly competition. All of this ses to be put on hold however as soon as that blanket laid over his body.

So it's noticeable how at ease he is now.

However, it all changes again when he goes to practice choreography, leaving the blanket folded neatly on the couch, just to return and have it gone. "where's that blanket I put here?" he asks, brows furrowed and temper returning a little as staff smiles.

"oh- someone took it I think when you were mid-practice. I couldn't see who though." she mumbles, before returning to her task of cleaning up everything for today.

Jimin isnt satisfied with that answer.

He's basically on the hunt for that brown piece of fabric now, scent of it an invisible trail he follows around. It's a bit confusing, because the scent seems to go in and out of rooms throughout the entire level of the company building- before he opens a door to check, and finds something entirely else.

You, sitting in the corner facing the wall, counting quietly to yourself.

It's then that another staff member walks in behind Jimin, holding the familiar object and effectively snapping you both out of ut simultaneously. "my blanket!" you both say at the same time, before meeting each other's gazes-

And suddenly you both know: you're screwed.

Jungkook: Precious

Don't ever get to close to a dragon's cave, for it will protect its riches and precious metals with ever means it deems necessary. And don't ever dare to steal from a dragon either- for its rage can burn down entire worlds.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, Forest Fairy!Reader, stereotyping, fairytale kind of setting, mentions of blood, injuries, more TBA as the story continues.

You've never been to the mountains before.

Not many of your little village have been either- none of them daring to go anywhere near that place, in fear of ending up as the snack of something so frightening that it only has to be mentioned in order to scare the children back to their mothers. You're like that too- having seen one before how someone had been injured by a dragon's breath of fire. To this day, the man bears the scars heavy on his body- and you know that this was only a small price to pay considering he at least got to keep his life.

But sometimes you have to get a bit closer than you feel comfortable.

Just like now, as you have flown out to collect a certain flower only blooming on the surface of the mountain, having decided jts favorite spot to be between the cracks of its rocks. You're too deep in thought as you're collecting, not noticing the way the clouds above turn from white, to gray, do an angry steel that foretells nothing good. And you only notice too late that you've strayed too far from your group, winds picking up and making it hard to fly down.

You decide on walking, but its hard to do when you're climbing down a mountain.

The first drops hit your already cold skin like gentle touches, before it begins to pour, wings growing heavy and eventually useless against the strong winds of mother nature. You're thrown around like a toy, loosing focus of sky and earth as you hit the surface of the mountain every now and then. You scape your knees and hands, desperate to hold onto something as you're trying to find cover.

And in a moment of pure luch, you find it.

You thank mother nature as your exhausted body falls to its knees, your breath finally slowing down as you watch the storm continue, shivering.

It's seconds later that you hear it. And suddenly, luck turns bad.

You don't have to turn around to know where or from what the rumbling, echoing growl comes from. You can hear it's body move, scales scratching on the floor as it seems to crawl towards you, warm breath suddenly touching your back and shoulders.

You immediately dash away, uncaring of the weather outside.

But its no use, the rain now too dense as you can't find your way anywhere. And you know this is it- this was the day you'd become another name carved onto the stone in the mourning yards, another life added to tha dragon's lengthy list of victims.

You now that this is it when you fall to the ground, skin stinging in several places where you'd scratched it open from the force of the winds.

You know this is it when you feel your heartbeat slow down, body slowly shutting down as you look at the sky above.

And you certainly know this is it, when two glowing red eyes stare down at you, dark scales glistening under the dark sky and strong rain pouring down.

Remedy | JJK x Reader | 💜☁️🔞🤖

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Android!AU, Android!Jungkook, AI!Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of war, PTSD, Panic attack, confused!Koo, soft reader, like my god I just wanna put her in my pocket and keep her safe, aka that’s what Koo wants to do, protective!Koo, praise kink, unprotected sex but izz fine Kookoo can’t knock her up anyways, soft sex, it’s very soft ngl, there’s a bird, some sad Koo, kook cries here and there, comfort and rehabilitation

Summary: JJK, Or J-Jungkook097 was a tactical fighter-type Android, used in modern war as a simple weapon and nothing more. Now retired after serious injuries, he has to adjust to modern life outside the war zone or he’ll get scrapped; and that’s where you come in, a rare human being ready to take on that challenge.

“Ah, what a waste, really.” A worker says, looking the body of the Android over. “You sure you don’t want him?” He asks, and the older worker shakes his head.

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Final Freedom 1

In which a summoned Demon gains his final freedom at last.

Tags/Warnings: Demon!Jungkook, Sacrifice!Reader, Angst, blood, ritualistic murder, fluff? I don't know honestly

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It's harsh. With no people to care or search for you, and no way yo escape the ropes that tie your limbs down, you feel the way your panic turns into bitter acceptance. Crying is no longer something your body bothers with, as the blood leaves you from the cuts well placed by the man dressed in dark clothing. He mumbles something to himself, frantic, but you can't understand.

Your senses are fading.

"Finally-!" The man gasps, as a crow flies into the basement through the tiny window- turning into a young man dressed in black, eyes wild and untamed. "It worked!" The man claps his hands, not quite believing that it had actually worked at all. There was a real demon in front of him.

Tye young man however seems rather uninterested in whoever summoned him; instead walking around the wooden table where you're laying, barely breathing when he reaches your head. His gaze is soft as he looks down on your fading eyes, a hand surprisingly warm against your cheek. "Its okay." He hums out- and you feel like crying again- something he picks up on. You want to say something- but your vision blurrs and fades, the last thing you feel his hand; thumb carefully moving over your skin.

"I didn't know if it really needed a virgin-" the man begins to ramble. "I don't know if she is, I just found her and-" suddenly, he stills- feeling oddly cold as soon as the demon sitting close to you on the table looks at him with eyes black as coal. "I- you, I.. how will this contract thing work-"

"There is no contract." The demon simply says, voice emotionless as he stands up again, walking towards the frozen stranger.

"B-but-" he starts. "I summoned you!" He says, panicking when the demons hand wraps around his neck.

"Hm, no, you did not." He clicks his tongue. "I came here for her, not for you." He explains, as the man's eyes widen. "You really thought I'd come here running like a dog ready to bend at your command? Don't make me laugh." His hand starts to squeeze- though the sensation running through the man's body is far different than simply suffocating. No- he can feel the way his soul leaves his body.

"Though there is some gratitude to be given to you." He leans in, lazily watching the man fall to his knees, strength leaving him as the demon squats down to look at him. "Thanks to you, I'm finally free." He mumbles with a slight smile, before he seems to notice something; looking behind him with a thoughtful gaze, before he grins, getting up. "If you'll excuse me now;" He casually says, well polished boots loud against the sound of the slowly suffocating man on his knees. "I believe I have a rendezvous with my new freedom." He chuckles;

The crow leaving nothing but a few feathers and a corpse behind.