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Hellblazer | 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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just friends || (M)
The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.
Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”
pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader
genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut
word count: 9k
warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically
A/N: YES OKAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FIRST FICS AND HAS NOT BEEN EDITED you have been warned!! this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello.
CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)
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PART ONE
The opening and closing of the apartment door hardly registered in your mind, choosing instead to continue flipping through the latest issue of your Cosmo magazine. Sure, there was a slim chance that the person entering your home was an intruder with murderous intentions but given the hour you were more than certain the loud footsteps nearing your way belonged to your roommate arriving home from his trip to the gym.
“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.
You huffed and said farewell to the article that was meant to tell you whether or not vajazzling was right for you as you shut the magazine entirely. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles comfortably.
“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your impolite roommate.
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