Ungodly Beast 2

Ungodly Beast 2

⸸ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader, Priest! Namjoon x reader

⸸ Rated: M (18+)

⸸ Genre: smut, horror, fluff?, angst?

⸸ Synopsis: You’d rather go to hell yourself than let the devil take your baby, even if he helped create him… even if your little boy is beginning to sprout horns.

⸸ Warnings: (may contain spoilers) death, kidnapping, kind of depression and some heavy feels, satanic symbolism, voyeurism, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap your ding dong before playing ping pong), more sinful shit, male masturbation, dom-ish reader, strangulation (like also not in a sexy way), dom! Jungkook, spit kink, the most dirty talk you’ve ever seen, fisting, fingering, dick size kink, daddy kink, degradation, impreg kink, pain kink, devil kook still looks wild, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, biting and scratching, blood play/blood eating, tattoo kink, really rough sex, a very jealous Jungkook, more death/murder, a very brief mention of drugs, fluffy sex, gore, a fight scene, it’s just graphic and awful.

⸸ Words: 15k

⸸ Note: I’d link the first part in this fic here, but tumblr has been doing this cute little thing where if you insert a link in something then the fic won’t show up in the tags. So I very sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but you’ll have to go through my masterlist to find part 1. Also, an anon told me that this fic goes really well with the album Too Weird to Live too Rare to die by panic at the disco, specifically the song Far too young to die, so if you’re looking for something to listen too while reading this, then that would be perfect.

“What have you done?”

Those were your mother’s first words after telling her you were pregnant. You had no idea how she knew, perhaps it was the worried, troubled, tired look on your face that that told her. Maybe she just sensed it, sensed the seed of half evil already taken root and growing inside of you.

You stayed silent, confirming an unspoken conclusion between you. She clutched at the rosary around her neck as her shocked, open mouth quivered and glossy tears pooled in her eyes.

“You didn't…” She whispered, “please tell me you didn’t." 

Out of shame, you still didn’t speak.

"How did you know?” You finally decided to ask.

“I’ve dealt with him before, I know the way his terrible presence feels, and now I feel it with you. I almost can’t stand it.” Her words both stung and made you have an unsettling feeling that crawled up your spine. Was it simply the baby she had felt? Had he marked you somehow and now it was you making her feel like this? Or was he with you? Silently watching and waiting.

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Goddamit and he’s too hot for that

Silver fox yoongi is slowly killing me day by day 🥵

okay, listen he looks AMAZING in this hair color. and i feel like he's so sexy lately because he feels good? like he looks good and he feels like he looks good so we all think he looks good and on and on and on

sorry for rambling lol

Pirouette (M)

Ballet Teacher!Jimin x Wife!Reader

Request:  Can i request a ballet teacher jimin, who is strict in his classes and when his wife decides to join the classes, he tries his best to be sweet but it’s hard because she’s not really taking the lead and he shouts on her which causes her to cry and then he makes up to her in a sweet way, and some smut.😀

Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex (Wrap and Tap Y’know The Deal), Choking, Impreg Kink (Very Slight), Cream Pie

A/N: i don’t know very much about ballet, I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

“Cheonsa, baby. Second position.” Jimin tells his daughter as she grips the bar. You were impressed with how far she’s come since just two months ago. It was probably because Jimin is such a great teacher. He lifts her chin with his index finger before kissing her nose. 

“Good job, baby girl.” He whispers before standing up straighter. 

“Fourth position.” Jimin says loudly in the quiet dance studio, one ankle in front of the other facing opposite directions. His thigh muscles jutting out as he places one arm out in a curve and one curved over his head. Cheonsa copies him before smiling at you, her left front tooth missing making you smirk. 

“Good job, babe.” You call to her before looking back at your shirtless husband. His eight pack contorting and pressing against his skin as he looks over at his daughter. 

“She can contort so well because her joints are like putty at such a young age.” Jimin informs you before smiling at his little girl. You wish you were this flexible. This is so impressive to look at. 

“Let’s take a break.” Jimin claps loudly as you throw him a bottle of water. He hums in agreement before sitting on the floor and pulling his daughter into his lap. He sips the water before handing it to Cheonsa, his fingers fixing her hair into a neater bun before kissing her cheek loudly. 

“My little angel girl. You’re doing so well!” He says before tickling her, her sharp laugh echoing through the dance studio making you chuckle. 

“Mommy, will you do dance too?” Jimin snorts at Cheonsa’s question, earning a glare from you. 

“Maybe! I can try!” Jimin leans back on his hands as Cheonsa gets up. 

“What’re you saying? You’re going to join my ballet classes?” You tilt your head, you don’t see any reason not to, it could very well be fun and even help you become more limber. 

“Yeah! Sure! I’ll join!” You say confidently which has Jimin pressing his lips together. You’ve seen him teaching kids but never adults. It’s different in the adult realm of ballet. It’s harsher and more demanding of folks. 

“I’m not sure you’re going to like it.” Jimin mumbles watching as his daughter pirouettes in front of the mirror. 

“If you’re there anything is fun!” You tell your husband, he cringes at your words before tilting his head unsurely. “Just don’t divorce me." 

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Hellblazer  pt. 1 | jjk

Genre: demon!au, smut Rating: M  Pairing: demon!Jungkook x FemConstantine!reader Warnings: demonic possession, wounds that would correlate with a “possession”, minor character death, mentions of suicide, rough sex, hair pulling, face sitting, multiple orgasms Summary: “Few people really think about dying… paranoids worry about it without really understanding it. Victims of fatal accidents and murder don’t have time to think. You only really think about it if you take the time to. And you only take the time if you know it’s going to happen.” -John Constantine, Dangerous Habits Pt. 1: The Beginning of the End, Issue #41. Author’s Note: You can blame the concept photos from today. Also, a kind anon requested it. :D

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Neptune

Pairing: Mermaid!Taehyung x Space explorer/Scientist!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: I really have nothing to say other than I took this way too far lol I hope you all enjoy it! The ending might be confusing lol send asks if you want to know anything and id love to hear what you thought! 

Word count: 16k (yeah that happened)

Warnings: Oral male and female receiving, descriptions of fainting, drowning and death, guns, swearing, (I think thats it, let me know if i missed anything)

Tagging a few of you who seemed excited for this! :) @mischiefmakerliesmith5 @yeontanismypresident @oh-worm-yee-haw @kpopgirlbtssvt @zombiewerewolfqueen

Summary:

No one with legs lived on the surface of Neptune, walkers such as yourself lived on the moons.  The spacecrafts that you traveled in constantly moved to and from all of the different moons, but  no one ever went down to the surface.  That’s where the swimmers lived.  You’d heard tales of the fishtailed people that swam in the great sea below the moons, some called them mermaids.  But no one had ever actually seen one before, well, until now.  You and the scientific research team that you had gathered together had built the first spaceship in your people’s history that could go into the waters below.  You’d figured you’d snap a few pictures and return within the month, but things didn’t go as planned.  Your ship was captured by the swimmers and they seemed just as in awe at you and your team as you were with them.   They decided to let you go but only on the condition that you to bring their leading scientist back up to the moons with you, so you could learn from each other.  You learn quite a bit from Taehyung, in particular, your anatomy seemed to be his favorite subject…

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Heliophilic Rain and His Pluviophile (M)

Yikes, it’s been a hot minute. That’s my bad. I have been having it a little rough with my job and so I’m in the process of finding another one and that among a billion other things is slowing me down. Which makes me wonder if I were to open commissions if anyone would be interested? I also would like to add there is a scene that could be triggering so proceed with caution, please. Either way, thank you for your patience as always, and I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: (Soft) Yandere! Yoongi x Reader Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: possessiveness, yandere tendencies, anxiety, unspoken threat of sexual assault, slight violence, oral, penetrative sex, cock warming, toxic relationship (he’s yandere ya kno)

Summary: He was the rain just as you were the sun, both too transfixed with watching each other to get any closer. Few things feel more refreshing than drops of fresh rain on heated skin or the warmth of the sun on a gloomy day. It would be a shame to not indulge in the natural wonders of the world before you.

“Her voice was like the wind. I could listen until it was all that filled me. I could listen until she swept me away into the vast ocean of her presence. I would drown if it meant I would drift back to her. Her voice was like the wind. No matter how much I tried to catch it, I would get carried away. Suddenly, I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Suddenly, home was wherever she said it was, so long as she did so with that voice of hers.”

“His voice was like the tap of rain against a window. He was asking me to go out to see him, but there was something beautiful about the way I knew he wasn’t referring to me specifically. I was a mere onlooker to his presence. Even so, I would catch a cold if it meant I could reach him, even for a moment. I thought this, knowing I would never have the guts to go outside. I made peace with this until the taps on my window turned into knocks on my door.”

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