A Heros Journey (m)

a hero’s journey (m)

summary; jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story pairing; jungkook x editor!reader (f) genre/warnings; best friend’s boyfriend au, slice of life, angst with a happy ending because im weak, pining pINING, everyone’s kind of a mess in their own sweet special way, alcohol use, mentions of ze weed, toxic relationships, mean friends, sex—slight dom!kook, food play, fingering, squirting, heavy use of the petname “pretty girl” bc im weak, strength kink, manhandling (oop!) w.c; 22.2k a/n; woof! my first fic for @goldenclosetnetwork​ 23 | jungkook’s birthday project! this goes out to all the closet romantics *ahem me cough* who doesn’t love pining between a cutie koo? a huge thank u for vivi @eerieedits​ for making this bbbBEAUTIFUL fic banner!  

prompt used: “I should’ve known.”

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Room For Dessert 04 - FINAL

Description: Brooding ruminations are never a good thing.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut and a light tinge of angst (18+)

Word Count: 12.1k

Warnings: JK!POV, unprotected sex, drunk sex, rough sex, spanking, overstimulation, degrading names, the usual.

Index: 01, 02, 2.5, 03, 04 FINAL

A/N: Well, my lovelies. Here we are! The final chapter of Room For Dessert. Thanks for following along on this ridiculously dirty ride. Enjoy!

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a devil’s plaything I | knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: on halloween, you had met death. the next thing you knew, you were waking up in barren wastelands. it kinda sucks when you learn that you’ve been reincarnated as a demon. oh, and that you’re in the underworld. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: devil!namjoon x succubus!reader ft. devil!taehyung

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: just a light pre-warning, there’s a LOT of smut in this. Like,,, a lOT

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, possessive!namjoon, sub!reader, teasing, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, collaring, bondage, namjoon has a big demon cock xxx, heavy bdsm elements, bdsm master/slave dynamics, spanking, degradation, praise, spitting, rough sex, doggy style/leapfrog position, squirting, creampie, cum play, cum swallowing, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, cum eating, blowjob, deepthroating, cockwarming but in a throat (does that make sense), riding, soft romantic sex yeehaw. may contain an abusive relationship. please do not read if the mentioned warnings trigger you

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this wasn’t actually supposed to be a two shot hnnnn but I wrote 4/9 scenes planned and it hit 17.5k and i was like 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,, gotta cut it. so anyway, here is part one! i hope you enjoy it!!

⇥ part of the KSmutClub Monster Smash halloween project

⏤ Part I | Part II | Part III ⇥ incomplete

The slapping of feet echoes through the air as you dart through the unfamiliar streets. Lungs burning for oxygen, you gasp. You refuse to stop. Even though your muscles strain against your skin, the flesh prickling with heat as you push them towards exertion, you refuse to stop. You can’t stop. If you do, they’ll get you. So you keep running. The need to look behind consumes you - to see if they’re still following you. You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. It would be a huge mistake - but you can’t help it.

Against your better judgement, you turn your head around, eyes widening when you see that they’re still chasing you - and closing the distance between you and them quickly. Your heart thunders in your ears; fear coursing through your veins. They’ll catch you soon. The turn of your head causes you to stumble slightly, and the world tilts as you find yourself falling.

Quickly, you catch yourself, your steps faltering only for a brief moment as you skid, your feet scraping the ground. You hiss as pain flares along your soles - but ignore it. In the split second that you stumble, they advance closer towards you. The hair on the back of your neck stands on edge as you feel one of their clawed hands brush against it. Whimpering, you force your feet to move faster. There’s absolutely no way you can stop now - even if your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, even if your chest aches, and even if the muscles of your legs cry out for relief. If they get you, you’ll be far worse off.

You turn around a corner, narrowly missing one of their grasping hands and immediately stop, large, obsidian gates ahead of you. Relief rushes through you, and you flood with a sudden surge of energy. Using the newfound momentum, you force your legs to run faster before bursting through the gates. Once inside, you struggle to close them: the gates impossibly heavy. When they refuse to budge, your heart drops in your chest. Swiftly, you look up and see the demons that were chasing you. They’re only a few feet away. You let out a terrified sob, falling to the floor before hurriedly crawling away. Immediately, your eyes screw shut. Every single one of your muscles erratically quivers with fear.

They’ve got you.

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Recrudescence (1)

Summary:  It’s nearly easy as breathing (for six of them, at least) for BTS to pretend to be just like everyone else - humans with big dreams and aspirations. But one person brings the façade crashing to the ground and for some reason, they just can’t let her go.

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Prologue

Chapter One 

There are few chances for I - ARMY to interact with their beloved boys and, depending on where they lived, no chance at all. Those lucky enough to get to see them are limited to concerts where they scream their hearts out, their idols just close enough to be out of reach. 

K - ARMY, on the other hand, have it much easier. Fan meets, regular performances, appearances on commercials, hell, they might even see them on the streets.

But this is an exception. When Big Hit announced the internationally open songwriting competition, it sparked pure mayhem. Millions upon millions of entries in all sorts of languages flooded in despite the contest only running for two weeks. 

It took Big Hit months to sort through them all and choose the finalists, six songwriters who get to come to Korea to work with the producers and the boys themselves, the best song being recorded and placed on the upcoming album. Y/N had submitted on the very first day. It couldn’t have taken more than fifteen minutes of effort, a simple song about the pure and innocent happiness of childhood summers. She knew when she wrote it that she wouldn’t get in. She hadn’t submitted with the hope that she would. She did it because she wanted to look back at her youth and say she lived it to the fullest. She wants no regrets.

So what the hell is this email?

YN stares at the unopened email named “Congratulations” in her inbox, hand shaking slightly.

This has got to be a prank, right?

But just as she gets ready to delete the email, a twitter notification pops up on her screen. It’s from Big Hit’s official account. The tweet links every contest winner’s account and low and behold, her very own is listed at number six.

With a gulp, the girl reopens her email, reading the mail from the company in disbelief. 

One month later, YN stands in front of Big Hit Ent in awe, not believing that she’s really here. 

The meeting she and the other winners are required to attend doesn’t start for an entire hour, but restlessness keeps her from relaxing in the very luxurious hotel room she’d placed in. 

Before she arrived in Korea two days ago, YN read the lyrics to the other constant’s songs and they were all far superior to hers. She can’t understand why she’d been chosen as a finalist when her song was rudimentary at best. She’s not unconvinced that there’s been some sort of mistake, that someone mixed up her song and some else’s.

It’s that fear of being offered an apology and sent home prematurely that has her here so early, the girl determined to soak up everything she can while she has the opportunity. 

Meanwhile, deep inside of the company, Taehyung has his face buried in the crook of some faceless woman’s neck, a low, deep moan escaping his throat as he takes another pull of the tantalizing liquid slipping down her skin.

“You’ll kill her,” Seokjin says, tone dry and uninterested.

Taehyung pulls away from the dazed women only to shoot a glare at the man across the room.

“And?” He asks, licking his lips. 

“And I don’t feel like getting rid of another body. I’m tired of having to clean up after all of your messes,” Jin replies, shooting a cold glare at the other man.

“Fucking drama queen,” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes before licking a long stripe up the woman’s neck, sealing her wounds. 

“What did you just say?” Jin asks, pushing off the wall threateningly. 

“Why do you always have to whine so damn much, huh? Stop breathing down my neck,” Taehyung says, rising up as well.

“Both of you, chill out. If you’re going to fight, do it later. We’ve got to meet up with those contest winners soon. We don’t have time to deal with your nonsense,” Namjoon says, annoyed.

They couldn’t go ten minutes without a fight breaking out. You’d think after six thousand years together, they’d be more civil with each other. If anything, they seem to get more hostile every millennia. 

Jin leans back against the wall and Taehyung gives a smug smirk before Jin raises his finger and sends him across the room, Taehyung hitting the wall with a deep thud. 

On a couch on the other side of the wall, Jimin sits cross-legged, flipping a coin up into the air over and over, eyes glazed over. Jungkook sits beside him, humming music with headphones over his ears. 

He flinches when the coin suddenly smacks him in the forehead, causing Jungkook to slide his headphones over his ears.

“Shut up. No one wants to hear your annoying ass voice,” Jimin snarls out before grabbing the coin and resuming his actions. 

Jungkook glares at the man, catching the coin in the air and throwing it across the room where Taehyung lays cursing in a heap on the floor. 

Jimin’s up in a moment, reclaiming the coin and flipping Jungkook off, who returns the gesture. 

Hoseok stands next to Namjoon, the two watching the scene in disgust. They can’t stand being around the four of them, but they don’t really have another choice. As much as they’d like to leave them, they know they’re better off sticking around. 

“How much longer until we have to get to the meeting room?” Taehyung asks, standing and brushing himself off.

By now, the girl’s unconscious, and will most likely remain that way for a day or two. Taehyung’s venom takes the human system a while to overcome, making it easy to subdue and kill them. A person can’t survive getting poisoned with it more than once. 

“About ten minutes,” Hoseok replies.

“Yoongi better get his ass here then. We don’t have time to be waiting around,”

Just then, through a cloud of suddenly appearing black smoke, the man in question appears.

“Speak of the devil,” Seokjin says, only to receive a cold look.

“We missed you,” Namjoon and Hoseok chime, causing Yoongi to smile a bit.

“I missed you more,”

“Oh, barf,” Taehyung says, sticking his finger down his throat.

As if he even has a gag reflex. 

“Whatever,” the three say in tandem.

“I got everything straightened up down there. The problem’s been solved and the boss is already doling out punishments. He said he won’t need us for the rest of today, though we should check in tomorrow,”

Namjoon and Hoseok nod. 

Just then, one of the coordi noonas knocks on the door before sticking her head in.

“Come on up, boys. They’re ready for you,”

She doesn’t see the passed out chick on the couch or the blood on Taehyung’s too long teeth.

“We’ll be right there,” Hoseok says, flashing her a smile.

The human leaves and the supernaturals follow, Taehyung licking the remnants of blood from his shortening canines. 

“Who even came up with his dumbass contest again? Why do we have to do this? I hate having to play dumb in front of the Int ARMY,” Jimin complains, rubbing the coin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“PD nim. And yeah, it’s tiring, but if you want to keep playing with those shiny things of yours Jimin, then we have to keep them happy,” 

Jimin blows his bangs out of his eyes, annoyed.

Jungkook chuckles.

“Who you laughing at?” Jimin snaps.

“You,” Jungkook mouths. 

Before they can fight again, the seven of them make it into the large meeting room, all slipping inside. 

It appears that everyone is here already, but Bang PD nim is giving some speech about specifics and rules and yadda yadda, all of the fresh meat contest winners facing away from the boys. 

None of them notice the boy’s entrance as they all pay rapt attention to the presentation, but the CEO is quick to point them out, six sets of eyes drilling into them.

And then the world is white, bright, blooming color exploding in their brains as time grinds to a halt, their senses overrun as they take her in, some low, primal instinct of theirs clawing its way up to the surface, the desire to take her into their arms and never, ever, let go overwhelming them.

All seven, eyes seeing only her growl out, lowly but undeniable one single word:

“Mine,”

Chapter Two

nice guys finish last | m

synopsis. you thought you were over yoongi’s dick move of ending your engagement through his parents - not even a text when he disappeared out of your life. that’s why you agreed to the newly arranged marriage with his brother, namjoon, but on the brink of your wedding day, it becomes apparent that you haven’t really let go of the past as you tear up in front of your soon-to-be husband at the back room of the church.

◟alternatively, “we entered into this marriage for a mutual reason. not dreading to come home is more than i can ask for. so it’s okay if you want to see yoongi just… keep out of the spotlight like many in our shoes who found love outside of it have.”

pairings. husband!ceo!namjoon x doctor!reader x ex-fiance!producer!yoongi

genre. arraged marriage au. angst. fluff. smut.

word. 16.2k

content: age gap factor (namjoon is 5 years older than oc and yoongi is 7 years older than oc). pining. teasing. hoseok cockblocking.

warning(s): heavy adult content. mentions of cheating. hospital scenes.

verse. knj. ksj. myg. kth. pjm. jjk. jhs. story time.

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“i don’t want to marry you at all. the person i love is someone else.” there are tears brimming in your eyes but if there’s anything the years of etiquette class namjoon’s parents forced on him taught him - he’d say he turned out okay - it’s to not mention to the crying lady that she’s crying. but he can’t help stare a little longer. admire a little too much.

the rays flooding through the window paired with the prettiest ivory dress he’s seen you in gives you an iridescent halo. you look like an angel descended from the top most heavens.

but not for him.

“i know,” he lets out a drawn out sigh, hand on his neck. he’s always been the awkward one between the two. if it was him - if it was his brother, he would say it without any ounce of self-reproach. but then again what does namjoon have to be sorry for? for being born? for being the second choice son to step into his brother’s shoes when the aforementioned man threatened to disown the family name if their parents refused to let him marry a girl of his choice who, according to the workers’ gossip, ‘he suddenly woke up one day and decided he was in love with’? 

“it’s yoongi, isn’t it? you love yoongi.”

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➸ 18+

➸ Word Count: 13K

➸ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Female Reader

➸ Warnings: Heavy angst, mentions of depression, infidelity, unprotected penetrative sex, oral f receiving, unwanted advance (but nothing bad happens), swearing, drinking.

➸ Summary: Four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. Living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. What happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

➸ A/N: Based off this request by @itsoktheresbts​ :

So, the prompt is : “you were exhausted/sick. I had to carry you to bed.” It would be ex-husband Jungkook x F reader.

Funnily enough, I wrote all 13168 words of this before realising I never actually included the prompt word for word. But it’s in there… you’ll see what I mean lol and I hope you can forgive me!

This fic was so much fun to work on despite the angst and the conflict, and I really hope people enjoy it and stick with it until the end. I love to write about how I feel like situations would actually play out in real life rather than in movies, so this was an amazing opportunity once more to explore that, and yeah, I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS!!!!! (ps anyone who knows me and is familiar with my work will already know this is unedited lmfao)

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