Lost In Amaranthine. | Jjk

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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ARTIFICIAL HEART | NAMJOON | DO NOT REPOST! ➳ 18+  ➳ robot!AU 🎃 ➳ when you order him as your new android assistant, and soon realize he’s too good to be true . masterlist / instagram / twitter

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masterlist: guarded

you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

Chapter One: Fan Mail

Chapter Two: I’m Screwed

Chapter Three: Exotic Pets

Chapter Four: Cham-pain

Chapter Five: Italian Leather Gloves

Chapter Six: No One But You

Chapter Seven: Epilogue

part two: guilty | knj x reader

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Your one night stand goes better than you ever expected. But when it becomes a casual fling, you start to realize there is something about Namjoon that has you hooked, making you comfortable… and vulnerable. You try to push him away, but Namjoon isn’t letting go so easily. Neither is the past.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC-Reader (Chapter 2- Seokjin x reader)

Word Count: 102k

Genre: +18, Porn With Feelings, Smut, Angst, Strangers to FWB to Who-knows-what

Warnings/Tags: LGBTQ+ characters, bromance Vmin, best friend JK, gay!Hoseok, bi!Namjoon, bi!Yoongi, lots of confusion and self-discovery, mental illness (trauma/panic attacks), sex-related guilt, explicit content, explicit language, crying, job-loss, use of alcohol, underage drinking, family issues, broken friendships, cheating (non-bts member), brief violence (fistfights), break ups, new beginnings

Sex-related Warnings/Tags: penetrative sex, oral, fingering, handjobs, thigh-riding, grinding, cumplay, facials, attempts at squirting, light exhibitionism, SAFE SEX IS GREAT SEX, public teasing, references to threesomes, references to gay sex, spanking, kind-of-car sex, premature ejaculation

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22004569/chapters/52509817

a/n: Welcome to this clusterfuck of self-projection

Masterlist:

Chapter 1- Your one night stand goes better than you ever could have expected

Chapter 2- (FT. SEOKJIN)You can’t get over Namjoon, so you get under someone else

Chapter 3- You’re out for vengeance, ready to restore your ego

Chapter 4- Fate’s playing tricks on you, as you can’t seem to shake Namjoon

Chapter 5- Despite the turmoil around you, Namjoon provides a sexual respite

Chapter 6- Work gets hard but you fuck harder

Chapter 7- Tough talks aren’t just for friends and family

Chapter 8- You’re forced to think about how it all began

Chapter 9- Shit hits the fan

Chapter 10- It’s time to figure some things out

Chapter 11 Explanation / Ending 1 / Ending 2

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Search “Hooked Inspo” on my tumblr for photos and music that inspire this story :)

You’re trapped in his arms, nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Only the sound of your combined breaths, his a little more slow and sleepy than your nervous pant. Trapped only with the idea of him so close, and the strange thing fluttering in your chest that only continues to grow bigger and bigger despite all the work you’ve done to push it away. 

Oh my God Willow! You would not believe how excited I was to finally, FINALLY, dig into this piece after months on end. I was saving this piece to read on a day where there would be no work. Just me, my brain, and I, but that didn’t happen, and I knew that it wouldn't happen soon. So I went out on a limb and began reading it during the beginning of one of the most stressful periods in school, and now I'm here typing out this message while reading a journal article for one of my classes.

Honestly, and I can’t even believe I'm going to try and put this into words because there is no simple expression for the way you made me feel during those opening paragraphs, but you made me...feel. And it felt so good. And it felt like I was there in the moment, so immersed that for a millisecond, I believed that if I turned my head at just the right angle, my nose would brush against Jimin’s arm, and I would smell the scent of him. Now of course if that happened in real life, I would think that you were a unicorn or something angelic (even though I already do that anyways), but you had me hooked due to the imagery and visuals you had from the beginning.

“If you speak, you’ll break the dream,” he says. “Just enjoy it. Let me be here with you.”

Eyes don’t close in dreams, but you know you drift somewhere soft, the feeling of his body so close to yours and the precious rhythm of his breath tracing your neck.

This part made my stomach catch butterflies and made me feel as though I was swimming in a sea of white and yellow. It was soft and lovely as dreams should be, until the next part when it's hot and heavy and wow would I like to hear Jimin moan again good god. It was interesting to read their relationship, the ups and the downs. From when Jimin said “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” to “Well–do you not want to get laid tonight?” he asks slowly. All of it was woven together so beautifully I wouldn’t be able to imagine it any other way.

The club scene with the main character dancing with Hoseok and his words of encouragement and then seeing Jimin like that was really sexy and pretty hot. I also chuckled a bit during the whole “See a dick, converse about a dick” convo, and “So do you usually masturbate without porn?” My jaw dropped!!!

Even when you were with other partners or one night stands, all you could do was compare them to Jimin. Were they as softly hilarious as him? Did they know your every thought, your every desire, like he did? Could they anticipate your mood before you even could? Did they fill you with that feeling of belonging and safety like he did? No. None of them ever did. You didn’t just crave Jimin’s attention, you craved his touch.

I thought this part was so beautiful because you get to see more of their relationship, a deeper aspect of their relationship, alongside those sexual feelings. And maybe this baseline of their relationship was the spark of those intense sexual feelings. Their conversation that they had was so intimate and raw, and then you put this in here that was like the final nail on the coffin:

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He lets his hands drop to your hips, maneuvering you so that you’re fully straddling his waist as he sits up against the headboard. “I wanted you in my life, in whatever way that would be. I wanted you as my best friend and my inspiration and my home – and to have you like that? I would never want to fuck it up.”

At this point, it felt as though I was intruding on their conversation because of how emotional it was, and the build-up of the sexual tension was purely amazing. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head, but each one kept getting better and better and more intense than the last. The way Jimin touches them, to the way he speaks oh so softly and treats them like porcelain was truly stunning. It was soft, but without a doubt steamy and sexy and intimate and intense, it felt hard to breathe during some moments.

I also really loved the parallels between the warmth that the main character felt because initially, it was suffocating and uncomfortable due to the heater, but now, in the end, it's welcomed, but mostly due to Jimin and just deep emotions. And finally, the ending:

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”

You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of that dorky smile.

But you do know the tears threatening to spill over are rising from the deep, unnamable affection that rolls through your chest, finally released from silence. You want to call it love, and that is what you will call it, but there’s also something that goes so much deeper than the word itself. Something you know you will spend your whole life trying to explain to him.

Oh gosh! Sorry that this is so long. I just had a lot thoughts to tell you, and you make me feel safe telling them Willow. Thank you for writing such an incredible story. It’s so beautiful, so intricate, so undoubtedly sexy but there are hints of you in there that just make this piece feel whole and unique and special. Thank you for making me feel whole and special, Willow. I’m sending my heart to you on a sea of stars💕💕💕

point of no return | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.

WC: 10.2k

Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend.  Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie.  

AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness! 

This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party! 

©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

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“Why did you tell me?” Jungkook’s doing that thing again, alternating between biting his tongue and chewing his cheek as he stares at you. You can practically see the melancholy rolling off him; it shines dark on the depths of his irises, how his fist trembles just barely at his side. For all his good looks and leisurely charm, you can see the effort it takes to hold himself together now.

Guilt ascends, starts somewhere deep in your stomach and turns stomach acid to butterflies. It creeps higher and higher over your spine, locking each vertebrae until you’re immobile, unable to tear your gaze from his. “I thought you deserved to know.”

Erin!! I know that I said that I would have to wait a little bit before I could read your works, but I ended up giving in because seeing this bookmarked in my tabs and the thought of reading it kept knocking at my brain, but I’m really glad that I took some time out of my usual morning routine and read this. 

I know that I say this a lot, and you may get annoyed with me saying it again, but the way you write is beyond words. How are you able to string words, sentences, sceneries, and vivid imagery so well? How are you able to break the fourth wall between me and the screen of my phone and pull me into all of your fantastic worlds? How are you able to make me just simply...feel? I am completely and utterly in awe of you, Erin, and I’ll continue to tell you that each and every time you run across my mind. 

I loved the main character. She's witty. Elegant and just. She knows how to play her cards right and when, but she also knows when to push the boundaries just the right amount. You can see that in the way she talks to Jungkook easily, but there’s also this softness to her that's somewhat hidden beneath her hardened and strong and confident persona. She reminds me of white and gold and just a tad of pastel pink and blue and green. She reminds me of the essence of a libra, and her aura reminds me of the beautiful being that is you in a way. I could see bits and parts of you woven throughout this story, and it made reading it so much better and more full. I feel full even when reflecting upon it as I type this out. 

Another thing that I really enjoyed was how you wrote Jungkook. He’s soft and sweet. He reminds me of the soft smell of vanilla and jasmine. Someone who you want to protect and bubble wrap. 

As it stands, he’s just the right-side of anxious, a hundred little sparks of uncertainty flaring beneath his skin and lighting him up in neon. You can see him from a mile away he’s lit up so bright, seemingly uncomfortable in his own skin.

It was nice seeing how he was able to adjust to the main character’s persona, and learn the ebbs and flows of their relationship growing into something more and heartfelt. Where he pulls, she pushes, and I really enjoyed this moment in the restaurant because of that:

“What?” He’s had enough of your quiet observation, apples of his cheeks reminiscent of the tree in your parents’ backyard.  

“What?” You parrot back, shameless, dark eyes twinkling at him.

“Y-you’re staring at me.”  

“You’re sitting in front of me.”

As the story continues, you get to see them both expose a piece of themselves. Jungkook becoming more confident while the main character softens just a tad for him. Let’s down the walls that she had put up before. And the way you were able to slowly yet surely show that throughout this piece was beauty personified. I also really loved it when Jungkook was reading her:

“I do.” He nods - almost to himself - and continues, matter-of-fact. “You care about people. You’re… hard around the edges but you don’t mean to hurt anyone. You want to do what’s right. Sometimes it means you have to do things that aren’t easy.”

But then you ended up reading me for filth!!!:

He scoffs when you call him a serial monogamist, insists he isn’t even as you list out all the facts pointing otherwise.

“I just… don’t like wasting my time,” he insists from behind his coffee cup.  

“You mean you don’t like the potential to be hurt.” 

There were other sections that I enjoyed, most particularly the scene when the main character was helping him get ready for his date: 

“What do you think?” It’s low-cut black, relaxed in the shoulders and flattering in the torso. It holds him just right, hugging the muscle that threads across his shoulders like armour, coils around his upper arms and makes his tattoos stand in stark relief where the sleeves end, mid-forearm. 

It looks good— but then again, a lot of things look good on him. He wants great.

You answer honestly, because that’s what you do and that’s what he has you there for. To knock him down when his (admittedly small) ego gets a little too big, remind him of his hubris like the summer sun upon his candle wax wings. “Not bad…”

Honestly, this section was just so poetic and beautiful, enhanced by the vivid alliteration imagery. I was smiling a little bit here because it was a moment where you see that it’s just them. No barriers or anything holding them back. It felt free, and it made me a bit emotional when I came across that. But, one of the most hard-hitting plot points was this jewel:

“So, you like her.” It feels a bit bad, condescending in a way; you don’t mean it in any way but supportive. You just want him to be happy. “But you couldn’t ask her out because it didn’t feel right?”

“She’s not you.”  

Oh my godd!! I could feel my breath hitch in my throat at the final line, but it would be a lie if I said that I didn’t expect it. I mean, this is Jungkook after all. Heart made of gold and as soft as a summer cloud. But, what I didn’t expect however was the transition between “Aww! Jungkook is so shy and so cute here because of the lingerie” to “BISSS WTF?!?!?!?!!!?” when the smut came. It was so unexpected and so hot, it felt as if I was being sucker-punched multiple times and I couldn’t stop blushing because of the things that he was doing. The things that he was saying!

This ended up being totally longer than what I expected, and if you made it this far without skipping over stuff then I applaud you. Erin, I completely and absolutely adore you my love. Thank you for this piece. Thank you for your writing in general. And thank you for the happiness that you have given me for the short period that I’ve known you. My heart is, and forever will be, yours.💕

( DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT. )

Money’s something that makes the world go around.  There’s absolutely nothing wrong with securing the bag.  You don’t shame anyone for doing what they need to do.  

That is, until you come face to face with the poor guy that’s being suckered out of both his heart and cash.  You simply can’t let it go on.

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.  idiots to lovers.  fluff, angst, smut.  the holy trifecta, babies!  explicit, obviously.  

tags / warnings.  mentions of infidelity, kook being adorable and sad, reader being a bit of a tactless butthole, a satin playsuit (very nsfw), kook does a 180, smut in the form of: a slight oral fixation, too much spit, overstimulation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (pls don’t be irresponsible).

wc.  12.2k of nonsense.  pure nonsense, i tells ya. 

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif​ did what she always does aka read through this and made me a better writer and @yeoldontknow​ dealt with my big dumbass and let me cry about my pea brain to her.  i love you both sm!!!  ✨💜

author note.  the long-awaited fic is here!!  i really hope you enjoy it.  if you do, please maybe leave a comment or something?  i swung back and forth between loving and hating this so it’d really, really mean a lot.  anyway, thanks as always for reading and i adore you!  stay safe and happy and healthy!

He’s a sucker.  That’s what you think of him, despite the fact you’ve never met him.  It’d be impossible not to, given what you’ve heard. 

His girlfriend - or something - is in every other week, flashing his black card like she has something to prove.  Sometimes, she’s by herself;  often, she’s with another gaggle of girls that fawn all over themselves and shriek a little too loudly for your taste.  They’re vapid, snooty in a way that makes you cringe every time they step into the boutique.  Still, you’re nice because this is your job and you have to be.  You can’t exactly tell a paying customer to get lost - even if you think it at least six times each visit. 

“He has no idea.”  It’s always the same thing, a story that pulls at your heartstrings yet has you scoffing in equal parts.  “I told him we were doing a girls’ trip but Hyunjin’s going to meet me on his way back and we’re spending the week at the Ritz.”

How can he possibly be this dumb, you wonder.  How can’t he see past the pretty pink lipstick and perfectly coiffed blonde hair?  It isn’t even that nice of a colour job - too icy and reminiscent of Malibu Barbie. 

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