Behind Closed Doors Masterlist

behind closed doors masterlist

church goer!jeon jungkook x pastor’s kid!reader romance + smut + fluff + angst? warnings: jungkook is a good boy + a bunch of god talk and church stuff + blasphemy probably + not for the faint hearted !! ig

➔ jungkook had his whole life planned out. he had been the model child for all of his life. now, there was a new pastor in town, and never did jungkook expect for the biggest temptation to come in a dress and all smiles.

a/n: i started posting this in my ao3 a whileee back, but considering im back, i’ll post it here too. this is also very self indulgent

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The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).  

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

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Raise the Barre (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ 

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Dance Academy!AU

Status: Complete

Description: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.   

[ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]

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01 | robot!jungkook

→ summary: he knows he’s not supposed to listen and yet, he does.  → genre: implicit smut, robot!au → warnings: masturbation, robot voyeurism? → words: 558 → a/n: if you ever think “man, op is truly depraved” then yes, you are absolutely right and i hate myself!! (also this is semi-based on detroit: become human because connor is my baby)

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at first, he thinks he must have misheard it.

it is a quiet noise, almost imperceptible in the way most sighs should sound. his head finally turns from washing the dishes when he hears it another two, three times. his grip on the plates loosen, and the LED ring by his temples glows yellow in alarm.

with the care of someone not quite human, jungkook manages to slip the rubber gloves off his fingers without much noise. he shuts the faucet off, and the absence of the running water makes the room almost ghostly quiet. he trains his ears harder, searching for that sound again.

if he could breath, he is sure he would be holding it.

jungkook takes his first step away from the sink, placing his foot soundlessly where he knew the floorboards would not groan. he makes quick work of the distance between the kitchen and your bedroom, and soon enough he was easily pressing his ear against your door. he gently places his hand on the doorknob, but he does not turn it—not yet. he waits to listen for the sound again.

“ah…” the sound is louder now that jungkook’s technologically advanced ears are only feet away from the source, and it is with wide eyes that he finally connects the dots as to what you could be doing to make you sing so devilishly—

“ah,” he sighs in tandem with you, and his grip on the doorknob tightens until he feels his fingers leave indents on the metal. “ah.”

he should leave you, and he knows this all too well. privacy is a currency that rarely offered itself to you, and yet he lingers. he wants to stay, to listen.

the LED ring by his temples glows red, and jungkook feels his biocomponents stirring. it’s an odd feeling; it’s alien. no, not quite. this feeling… it’s human—

his systems are yelling at him now, and he thinks he hears sirens going off inside his head. this isn’t right. these feelings are not part of what he is, nor what he will or can be. you will feel embarrassed for sure, or perhaps you would ask him to join—

these thoughts come to a standstill, almost painfully abrupt, when the next few words spill from your lips.

“jungkook…”

his grip turns deathly, and jungkook’s mouth parts in surprise. had you heard him? it simply is not possible; you wouldn’t be able to notice him, even if you hadn’t been preoccupied in the first place. he is sure that he hasn’t been caught. but he waits, his body rigid like a statue as he waits for you to reprimand him, punish him.

it doesn’t come.

“jungkook… oh god…” you continue, your groans growing breathier and higher pitched as you approached your inevitable high. “please…”

please.

it is as if the word brings his mind back to his body, and he jerks himself noisily away from the door. his hasty actions almost knocks the coffee table off its feet, and he hurriedly makes his way back to the kitchen—where he’s supposed to be. it is a miracle (or is it?) that you are not stirred by his racket.

and when you exit the bedroom thirty minutes later, looking fresh and dewy and just so fucking gorgeous—jungkook has just finished wiping the last drop off your plate.

Peephole | Masterlist

serial killer au— gore, unhealthy relationships, suicidal tendencies, violence, drama, angst

pairing— park jimin x reader

synopsis—   As suicidal shut-in, you have no future aspirations for life. The only thing you can think about is death. Following an unsuccessful suicide attempt, you notice that a small hole has been made in the drywall, revealing your gorgeous, yet mysterious, next door neighbor. He unintentionally brings light back into your life as you begin to obsessively watch him through the makeshift peephole. After witnessing your neighbor ruthlessly murder someone, you begin to ask yourself the question: how far will you go for love?

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SWEET BIRD

DISCLAIMER : This does not represent the personality of the real life counterparts of the characters used. I do not intend to glorify toxic behavior. I do not own BTS ( :(((((  )

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

Warnings : Yandere themes, mentions of hunting animals (kindly mention any others that I might’ve missed in the comments.)

Summary : As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.

A/N : I don’t know how this came out to be honest. Hope you like it!

-Aani

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Gold thread weaving over the white cloth, meandering throughout the sleeves of it’s pale canvas. The fabric laid over a wide wooden table, two ends of which were broken, creating a hazard for the young woman hunched over it, holding a needle in her nimble fingers.

Tired hands smoothed away pieces of unruly hair that escaped from her poorly secured bun. These rebellious strands fell into the girl’s eyes. This was a recipe for disaster since the woman in question required absolute focus in her as a seamstress. One wrong turn of a finger and she would not only ruin weeks worth of hardwork but also break the heart of the poor woman who looked forward to wearing the piece in the upcoming village festival.

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