Pairing: Jungkook X Reader / Word Count: 7.4k / Genre: Pacific Rim Au With Brief Smut (NSFW, 18+)

pairing: jungkook x reader / word count: 7.4k / genre: pacific rim au with brief smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you.

warnings: sexually explicit content (briefly), unprotected sex (please be safe when you have sex) / reference to injuries but nothing graphic, giant robots powered by love punching big alien monsters

a/n: this is a birthday gift for the amazing @yeojaa​. happy birthday, erin. this is completely self serving and is stuffed full with inside references that I hope you’ll enjoy. I wrote this in two days and it kicked my ass because I did so much reading and researching that turned out to not even come up in the story 👁👄👁 you know when I said I was studying? I lied. I was writing HAHAHAH ily I hope you like it hhhh (this is unbeta’ed so please forgive any mistakes it’s 1:30am as I’m scheduling this) (also summaries are so hard, I’m sorry)

Jeon Jungkook really is the perfect posterboy for a Jaeger pilot.

Broad across the shoulders and trim at the waist, all sharp punches and hard muscle, resilient and tough, with a face that’s the perfect balance of angles and softness; the cut of his jaw easing up and into his pretty mouth, the line of his brows subdued by his warm eyes—he’s a Goddamn vision, raw masculinity overlaid on rich veins of boyishness, glittering stratum that sparkle and shine even under the harsh lights of the Shatterdome. 

He pouts when he thinks and his hair hangs a little in his big, big eyes and he has dimples that appear when he grins, teeth poking out onto his pretty pink lips, like someone took a rabbit and turned it into a man and packed on pounds of muscle alongside. Undeniably powerful and strong, but youthful and sweet, too.

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He pulled you close when the weight of your body fell against his - just as he had a hundred times before - yet this time something felt… strangely different. The laughter and unshakeable trust in your gaze was suddenly enough to leave him breathless, and - for a moment… it was as if nothing existed beyond the feel of your warmth on his skin.

“Yes,’ he whispered, letting his hold on you tighten ever so slightly, “…always.” 

Vi!! It’s been a while. I’m sorry. I hope that you’ve been well. This story was one that I had saved for almost two months now, and after allowing myself to submit and read some of the comments and spoilers of the story, that just made my want and desire to read this come to an all-time peak, and now I’m sitting here slightly off my normal morning schedule, but I wouldn’t give up reading this for the world. 

Because it has been a minute since I’ve read one of your works (again, I feel so behind, but I’m so excited to read your current stories), it felt almost as though I was coming back home after a very long trip: the feel of needing to readjust to the sights and smells, but once you are, you sink into a moment of relaxation and comfort. That’s how I felt when coming back to you. You just have this way of writing that feels like the epitome of ease and solace. You make me remember why I love reading. Why the pull to not binge your entire masterlist in a day is a blessing because you unearth those desires within me to do so. Thank you for being here. Your presence will always be one that’s favorable in my eyes and heart. 

I think that’s enough mush for the morning, but I really loved this story and I completely adore the main character. She's so witty. I chuckled a little during this part of the story:

“Why would I want a husband who didn’t get excited about pirates and smuggler caves? He’d be a wicked bore.”

“Listen I hate to shatter all your romantic daydreams, Little One, but most men are wicked bores, women too if I’m being honest,”

But she is also so charming and smart, and it was unsurprising that Yoongi continued to fall for her throughout. The flashbacks were woven in so good.  it felt like beyond my phone's six-inch screen and behind my eyelids, a movie was playing throughout my mind. It was so beautiful. So detailed and vivid, some moments took my breath away.  

 “You are the sword my hand,” his fingers fisted into the last scrap of fabric separating your body from his and rent it in half, “the arrow in my bow…” 

You gasped when he gripped the curve of your backside and ground your aching core against his thigh.

“The only goddess I ever prayed to.”

The feeling that surged throughout my chest here was ineffable. It was a moment where all of the pent up feelings and emotions came to its peak, and it was more than sexual. It was a soulful type of bond that you could see being expressed and enhanced more and more throughout due to their bond. It was a beautiful moment, and I felt delighted when I read that.  

I also had to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye once the smut came. That was surprising to say the least, but it was so sexy and intimate and...raw. I’m not sure if animalistic is another word that I’m looking for, but that too was a moment where all barriers were down. It was just pure emotions and instinct coursing through their veins throughout. And the ending?!?!?!!? That cliffhanger!!! I recently saw that you plan on adding more to this series, so I’m so excited to see what’s going to happen next.

Thank you so much Vi for this. I’m sorry that this is so long, but this story really made my morning. I’m sending you all of my love. I doubt that would equate to the feelings you brought me from the day we first talked until now, but I’ll continue to try. 💕💕

The Mark of Yun-Ki

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Hybrid/ABO AU  • Royalty AU • Fantasy AU • Daechwita AU

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

Word Count: 8600

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: ABO/Hybrid sexual dynamics and mating, claiming/marking/biting, explicit sexual content, impreg, a brief mention of slavery, rut/heat sex

Content Notes: All flashback scenes are in italics. In this universe, being a hybrid has a distinctly spiritual/mystical connotation. 

Acknowledgements: This story was not easy to write, but… in spite of the (or perhaps because of it) I have never been prouder of anything I have ever written. It was definitely a new type of challenge and it took multiple people who are extremely special to me to bring it to life. 

To @ppersonna (Lindy) and @taetaewonderland​ (Donna) … You are truly beautiful souls. You encouraged me relentlessly, let me bounce ideas off of you, and continue to be such wonderful friends. You filled in the gap every time i doubted myself. You never let me think less of myself. I adore you. Thank you so very much. Truly.

To @lemonjoonah (Lemon) and @xjoonchildx …You saved this story. I grew frustrated with it so many times and you never ceased to provide brilliant insight into JUST what I needed to add or take away to really bring this world to life. You are lovely friends and the time you spent helping me build (and rebuild) this story have made it truly sparkle. Thank you for your care and fabulous friendship.

To @underthejoon (Fal) … You were a clear voice of wisdom and support when I began to face some significant challenges both online and in the real world. Your insight and advice have given me a much needed perspective time and again. Thank you for listening when I needed you. Thank you for supporting me when I struggled to write. And - most of all - thank you for you friendship. 

To my Angels in the BTS SMUT HUB… So many of you gave me ideas about this story and encouraged me to keep writing. When I really struggled, you sent me countless messages of support and love. You are truly my people and my heart is so full of affection for you. 

“Why is he blindfolded?”

The guard beside you shifted uncomfortably. 

“The Emperor ordered that his eyes be covered at all times.”

Your gaze traveled covertly over your surroundings, assessing the dimly lit chamber with practiced disdain. 

“Leave us.” 

“My lady, I cannot-”

“Do you know who I am, soldier?”

Your voice slashed through the air like an icy whip. 

“Y-yes, my la-”

“Then you know it is unwise to displease my family.” One jeweled hand came to rest dramatically on your chest. “Your daughter is not yet fifteen …it would be such a pity to orphan one so young.”

The soldier bowed almost too quickly. 

“I will be outside, my lady-” he bowed again and again as he backed toward the door, “I meant no disrespect-”

It slammed shut. 

Then you were alone… save for the notorious prisoner bound and blindfolded in the cell before you. 

He was clearly aware of your presence, but made no move or sound of acknowledgement, not even when your footsteps brought you to the very edge of his enclosure. 

“Prisoner AG-D2… name unknown… crime unknown…” your hand travelled up to your hair to withdraw a long silver pin, “no date of birth, no date of arrest…”

The prisoner jerked suddenly when the sound of your pin tripping the cell’s iron lock reached his unnaturally sensitive ears. 

His nostrils flared as an almost familiar scent - buried beneath a decade of fury and fear - curled through him. 

“Who are you?” he demanded.

The words were more of a growl than a question, but the only answer he received was the sound of his cell door creaking open. 

“Why are you here?” he tried again. 

Lonely silence greeted his query and he wondered idly if you meant to intimidate him. 

It will take more than that, pet. 

“I am here to tell you a story…”

The prisoner barked out an empty laugh at your strange reply.

“I love a good story,” he whispered bitterly. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit at his spirit. 

His clothes were worn, but well cared for and the body beneath them was sleek and strong. 

Wrists bound together, eyes covered… but still every inch the proud warrior. 

This was not a man accustomed to being bound. 

“You were not raised like the rest of our people… The tales of our customs and our gods were - deliberately - never taught to you…But it is past time that you knew of them.”

He grinned, granting you a wicked flash of razor sharp fangs.

“Are all the Emperor’s prisoners tortured with fairytales?”

“Charming,” you snorted, dragging a small stool from the corner of his cell. The prisoner’s ears flicked curiously at the sound.

“Aren’t you afraid of me, storyteller? What if I’ve been imprisoned for devouring beautiful women like yourself?”

You shook your head in amusement as you settled onto the stool.

“Have you devoured many beautiful women then?”

“Oh absolutely-” his grin took on a decidedly sinful slant, “but I doubt that’s why I’m here.”

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Yet, it’s the way you look at him afterwards, a deliriousness swimming in your eyes that makes Namjoon want to keep you in his bed forever. Fuck you until you can’t walk without feeling him deep inside of you. Paint your skin so that everyone knows who you belong to.

It’s not a secret that the BB! Series is one of my favorites of all time, but if you didn’t know then surprise! But honestly, anything and everything that you have written thus far has captured my heart. It shouldn’t be surprising that your words have an impact on me, but they do. And each and every time I come onto your page to read something, that constant feeling of wonder and fascination and just plain adornment continues to get stronger. 

Your writing feels like the epitome of soft white fluffy clouds in a light blue sky that sparkle with glitter and gold: soft, but so vivid and dreamy, but enough to make you feel as though you're right there with the characters. As if this barrier of a screen is worthless when it comes to your writing. And I feel like the beginning of each and every one of your stories is so powerful. I mean, you are the epitome of poetic writing. Just from the intro alone, you had lines like: 

It’s bent with the remembrance of his fingers, sepia-toned dogged-ear pages staring at the ceiling of his dorm room.

~~~

For now, you swallow it down. Suffocate that longing until the embers burning within you smother to ashes

~~~

The words don’t sink in though, sitting on your skull before hastily floating away.

~~~

Your attention span is incredibly short — Namjoon knows this. It ricochets off the walls even when you’re sitting still. 

~~~

And so many more that have made me wonder: what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours? How are you able to capture scenery and emotions and turn them into pure liquid gold? A priceless entity that you have stored in your heart and mind and fingers, as if it had always been there, and you’re sharing it with us. For free!

As I continued reading, it felt easy to submerge myself into their little bubble. Know the ins and outs of their relationships. Learn about the things that make them tick, but also the things that make them laugh. The moments that have made me laugh. 

“I’m ovulating, Namjoon,” you retort instead.

“And you’re also on birth control,” he rebuttals. “PEMDAS or whatever. It cancels out the baby option, right?”

I chuckled when I got to this part because it seemed so out there, but god did this strike perfectly with how you have already built up their relationship. Especially when it came to moments when you realize that the main character hasn’t said those three little words yet, but you know that she wants to. Even though it’s a moment that kind of tears you out of their haze because you know that’s its lingering on her lips, its beautiful in a way for her to just want to say them, you know? But I think that that particular phrase is immensely paralleled to the way that they feel for each other. Like this part: 

The tent in his loose shorts hurts. There’s a part of him that’s mortified — how could he get hard just from the thought of you when you’re sitting right there on his bed? Perhaps it’s proof that you’ve invaded everything he is. His space, his heart, his mind.

And most definitely this:

His gaze is so intense you instinctively want to clamp your legs shut, shy away from how seen you feel under his eyes. Yes, technically you were naked in his bed but there’s something else that he draws out just from looking at you. Something that makes you nervous because you like it so much.

“Don’t hide from me.” It’s whispered in the heat of the air, Namjoon picking up on how your legs drift together. He’s got them pressed apart a second later, grip firm but gentle, and your stomach does a swoop so dangerous you’re left violently reeling, the ceiling above you spinning. “Don’t do that, angel. Too pretty to hide from me. I want to see all of you.”

Like, it feels as though there is so much more to them here. They’re so raw, so full-hearted, and there’s so much depth behind their actions and the words that they want to say but are still a little bit hesitant to say them, and I believe that that is the most priceless thing about this part. It’s an occasion where they’ve not quite tethered over the edge, but they’re getting there. And the journey, at least in my eyes, is always a bit more interesting than the final destination. Of course, there are the succeeding drabbles in this series that have made my heart leap beyond galaxies, but for them and during this moment in time, everything that you wrote just felt so right. The emotions they had for each other were not too much, but also not too slight and you were able to envoke them so perfectly and easily here.

Thank you so much Fina. This was getting rather long, so I forced myself to stop before I rambled even more, but this just really made my night. I hope you’ve been doing well, and thank you for all of the beautiful pieces you have written. They, and you of course, will always have a home in my heart. Thank you again!! I’m sending lots of cyber hugs and kisses💕💕💕

→ bad behaviour 03 — a namjoon scenario

member: kim namjoon

word count: 7.5k

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship + smut + college!au 

warnings: we’re ovulating!!! / introduction to the breeding kink that will plague this couple forever / was meant 2 be a drabble?? im incapable we know that / eh big joon!!!! / manhandling kink / pet names used a lot / joon thinks he’s gf is dumb and wants to breed her idk man / size kink / crying when cumming / oc shy for once / discussion of twitter porn / creampie / oc is on birth control (obvs dont do this if u dont want a kid but this is a fanfic u know) / mentions of fisting porn / cock warming!! / if u see a typo no u dont

soundtracks: more than enough + morroco, alina baraz

prompt: “don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?” (Something Unspoken, Tennessee Williams).

It’s a rather serene Thursday afternoon, the late autumn breeze sweeping through the campus air. The stillness was ideal for studying, alluding to assignment deadlines creeping round the corner. Which was why your butt is firmly parked in the mess of Kim Namjoon’s sheets.

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lost in amaranthine. | jjk

+ pairing: jungkook x reader + word count: 9k + genre: vampire-slayer!jk, vampire!reader, lovers to enemies, heavy angst ❝jungkook had been chasing you for centuries, looking for answers and struggling to fulfil the one duty he has as a member of the slayer’s guild - and that is to kill you. but every time he is faced with you and what you’ve become, he’s torn between his duty to mankind, and his duty to his heart…❞

+ warnings: time skips & flashbacks !! probably the angstiest thing i’ve written lmao… featuring blood, death, depression, suicide. loosely inspired by romeo + juliet, and van helsing :) + note: please pay attention to the warnings!! not the fic i originally planned to grace u with this halloween season, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! happy halloween!!

December, 1867

Jungkook watched the city below him, hazy through a cloud of smog and sleet as the snow tried and failed to settle upon the cobbled streets. Eyes sharp, senses sharper, Jungkook maintained a close watch on the citizens of the town in which he had been born, and where he had grown up. A lot had changed throughout the centuries, and he had been privy to it all, observing as the world around him morphed before his very eyes - a gift many a man would dream of. 

The laughter of a small child caught Jungkook’s attention as his eyes snapped towards where the sound had come from, low in the slums in the east of the city where a family walked together hand in hand. The two little girls, dresses damp around the hem as they dragged along the wet, dirty stone, giggled as their father took their hands, rushing towards the row of houses by the workhouses. Something painful twitched inside Jungkook’s chest, and he turned away, glowing amber eyes locked upon the ground below him, waiting patiently, heart galloping steadily in his chest. 

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