Petal To The Metal Jjk

petal to the metal ✿ jjk

✿ pairing: jewelry-maker jungkook x florist reader

✿ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, slight bits of crack and angst

✿ summary: every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours. 

✿ word count: 7k

✿ warnings: pg15, slight innuendo, mention of alcohol, noona!reader, mutual pining, memes, vmin as teen prom dates, chaotic 2seok + joon as jk’s bandmates, scheming yoongi as reader’s assistant, sweetheart jungkook tries his best but doesn’t succeed, one (1) make out scene uwu

✿ beta’d by: the gracious phia @meowxyoong​

✿ banner by: the talented queen of banner-making maggie @kimtaehyunq​

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Lineage (M)

Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader

Word Count: 6.7K

Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. It’s terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize there’s a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.

Warnings:  HEAVY yandere themes, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, dubcon smut (reader is a virgin, fingering, unprotected sex), 18+, explicit language

A/N: Part 1 of Lineage! Took 3 months, a messy outline, and 2 drafts that I decided I hated halfway through writing and deleted before starting over to finish one part. Tags of people who replied to the preview will be added in a reblog. Thank you for everyone who has been waiting and has shown support for the preview of Lineage and my writing account overall! This is inspired by the multitude of Korean webnovels I’ve been reading during quarantine. If you like it, please leave a comment because I will cry out of joy and this took me a WHILE to get out of the drafts. Enjoy!

‘‘Duke,’’ the king’s teeth chattered in terror as he spoke, his voice low. “What have you come to visit me for?”

Yoongi closed his eyes briefly as if he was in thought. Normally, he’d be furious at the lack of efficiency, but something stopped him from simply slicing the fool’s head off with his sword. After all, there was a much more important matter at hand that he needed to deal with.

‘‘My king, you do,’’ Yoongi spoke slowly,’’ remember our deal, don’t you? I win the war against the bordering kingdom and give you a considerable sum, and you…’’

Yoongi directed a pointed look at the king, and the king flinched before hurrying over to his desk. He fumbled around with the papers on it, even knocking down a stack of sealed and stamped documents with his shaking elbows, before extracting a small silver-framed portrait.

Yoongi could see the tremor in the man’s hands as he handed him the portrait, but Yoongi only exhaled softly, almost as if he was relieved, as he took hold of the small painted picture.

Pretty long-lashed eyes that warmly sparkled despite paint being the only medium used, curved lips like budding flowers, and silky tresses that swooped past her delicate shoulders. The maiden etched into the canvas was not known as a beauty compared to her extravagantly dressed older sisters, but to Yoongi, she was worth much more than the other princesses combined. Yoongi gripped the portrait a little tighter, his hands slightly clammy.

‘‘You wanted the 8th princess, Princess [Y/N], as your bride,’’ the ruler before him sputtered. “As soon as you’re ready, I will have the engagement officially announced.”

Yoongi broke out of his reverie and tucked the portrait into the pocket of his coat before getting up from his seat. ‘’Thank you, my King. I will never forget the kindness you have bestowed upon the House of Min.’’

As Yoongi was about to open the door, the king called out once again.

‘‘Duke Min, if I may ask, why do you have so much interest in the 8th princess? I would have never thought she would suit your preferences. If you wanted, you could have the crown princess. Her beauty is known even in distant lands, and she is skilled—”

Yoongi coldly smiled at the pathetically shivering man, interrupting him sharply,’’ Do not interfere in personal matters, my King. Long live the Sun of the Kingdom.’’

The door clicked shut behind him, and the king sagged further into his extravagantly plush ruby couch. For the first time in his greedy life, the king truly felt sympathy for the young princess he had just sold to the notoriously named Duke of Hell.

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Can you do one where the oc feels guilty for liking yandere!jungkook, knowing how crazy and insane he is so she tries to distance herself from him? Thank youu~

A/n- This is by far the longest request I’ve done. Normally a request would be up to 100 or 1k at the most but this one reached 3.1k and I feel proud cause of how the story went as well, considering that it took my two months to figure out how I wanted this to go. I hope you all enjoy(including you anon) it cause I sure as hell loved writing it:)(feedback is always greatly appreciated,don’t matter if it’s good or bad:)

⎨My S t r a n g e Addiction⎬

Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was charming, funny, charismatic, handsome, playful, clumsy and even a bit of a flirt at times. But he was also dangerous, overprotective, selfish, some might even say he was a little bit obsessive.

And you loved it.

Jungkook was addictive. He was like a drug that you had to stop thinking about having every five seconds in order to even go by your day to day duties. His need to keep you away from everyone but himself and the fact alone that he would even go as far as to kill for you gave you such an overpowering feeling just by knowing that you had driven a man so crazy in love that he was willing to murder for you. That was until reality struck you and made you realize that this was far from healthy. It was toxic.

As good as he made you feel happy with being with him as you were, he was no good for you. You were so wrapped around his finger that every questionable thing he did, every insane thing he got away with alongside the harsh looks and words directed towards other people when it came to you seemed like nothing but something any boyfriend would do for their loved and cherished lover. You didn’t question it, in fact you got off on it. The both of you did.

Your friends at first thought it was a weird fetish the two of you had, that was until his face and name popped up on the news as the infamous Broken Hearts killer. The killer responsible for killing over six men of all ages by first, beating them with a metal bat and then carving their hearts out while they were still alive… only to shove it down their throat. Needless to say that he was a brutal killer and when they all found out that the last person each of these men spoke to was a girl in her early 20s. It really stump the detectives, but not as much as those who found out that all this time the killer was just a love struck 22 year old, who got too overprotective over his girl.

Needless to say that the process of getting him from the house and away from you to the back of the cop car wasn’t an easy one. Granted you knew nothing about the killings, you just figured that the blood on his fists just came from beating the sleazy men not killing them. Yet you still loved him. You still craved him.

So there was no way the two of you were going to be separated without a fight.

“No! Let me go- Jungkook!”

The thrashing and struggling seemed to be making everyone uneasy, alongside the two police officers trying to pull you back, “Miss, please, Mr. Jeon has be charged for first degree murder and -” the poor cop didn’t even see your elbow coming as you tried to get away from them and reach out for Jungkook while he struggled just as much as you did to get to you.

“(Y/N)! Don’t you touch her you son of bitch!”

By now the two of you each had your hands extended trying to reach for one another but it was too late. The cop behind him grabbed his arm before Jungkook could even touch you and cuffed him up tight right before shoving him inside the back of the police car. Slamming the door shut, the two, one now bleeding, officers released you as you bolted towards where Jungkook was. Slamming your fist against the crystal clear window.

His doe eyes looked up at your teary red puffy ones with a sad smile as he mouthed one thing to you,

‘I love you’

A month has passed since then.

A month since a psychotic monster has finally been put in it’s rightful cage. Away from what he called home. Away from the world in which he was protecting you from. A month since the world locked away what you loved most. The arrest on Jungkook was something that had many people sighing in utter relief as they felt that they can once more roam the streets without fearing their own shadows any longer. It sickens you knowing the amount of pleasure the world was taking from this, all the while you felt empty and lonelier than ever.

It was bullshit.

Even more so when the media found out who you were to the Broken Hearts Killer. Let’s just say that people tend to have mixed emotions towards the girlfriend of a serial killer, especially the one that was the main reason for all the killings to start with. Some would reach to you to call you a “filthy whore” and that “you’re just as guilty as the sick son of a bitch” while others praise you for snatching up such a faithful and good looking man. Others called your personal number as huge fans and others only called because they had nothing better to do with their own sad lives.

It’s easy to say that it was a pretty fucked up four weeks after the arrest but it all seemed like nothing when you would go see the love of your life by the end of the week. Granted that it was for a rather short time but the two of you knew that it was better than nothing.

“So tell me, how did it go?” Jungkook’s tender voice spoke through the payphone as he leaned up against the glass as much as he could, brown chocolate eyes never losing their shine as they bore straight into yours with such adoration and love. Each time you stared at them it made you feel like a teenager again, all gooey and mushy. Like if this was nothing more than your average teen romcom.

“It went well, sadly I can’t say the same about my folks.”

“They hate me don’t they…”

Whatever breath you had left you wind up sucking it in before sitting up on the steel chair and leaned forward, “They don’t hate you, they’re just in shock that’s all. I mean the last thing they thought was that their only child was going to bring home a killer over for dinner is all.” This managed to make Jungkook realise his boyish chuckle at the thought of your mom’s eyes widening like dinner plates at the mere thought of that happening. It was the noise alone that cause you to release a small laugh of your own before placing your hand on the glass causing jungkook to do the same to overlap your own over the cold glass.

There was a shared silence between the two of you as you looked down at your lap for a moment. Suddenly talking became a hard thing to do. Almost like if your own brain forgot what the meaning of saying a word is. So many thoughts ran through your own mind that you even forgot where you were until Jungkook’s voice through the phone snapped you out of it.

“Y/N? Baby, what’s wrong?”

Everything.

“Nothing.”

Liar.

You gazed up at him with your head down before clearing your voice. “Just that I really hate seeing you there. I hate not waking up next to you or watching our favorite show without your witty comments about it. I hate having this fucking glass come inbetween me hugging and kissing you because, damnit, as your girlfriend I deserve to touch and kiss my boyfriend as I please!” Tears of frustration start to fall down your cheek like raindrops kissing your skin as you leaned your forehead against the cold surface of the transparent divider between you and Jungkook.

Licking his lips, the young killer scoot his chair in before speaking up,”I know baby girl, I hate it just as much as you do. Trust me, these meetings that we have are enough for me not to end my own cell mate and go crazy over the fact that I’m sleeping in a bed where you aren’t in.” More tears stream down your face as a small whimper left your lips, rosey cheeks being covered in wet tears as you started to breath uncontrollably. “But I promise you that when I get out of here— and I will— I’ll come back to you in time.”

And there it was. That promise. That same exact promise that has been spoken since his trial started and the same one that has been spoken this entire time you would go to visit. It was a promise that you couldn’t wait upon. One that would do neither of you any good to try and delude yourselves with because facts were, he was never going to leave this place.

It was solely by this fact and along with the fact that many of your closest friends and family kept telling you to move on and stay away from him. Infact, you spent having an hour long conversation with your parents over why you should just leave Jungkook and move on from your life. As much as you love Jungkook and are willing to overlook things he does you also knew that they were right about this.

Taking a long sniff, you nod your head slowly before looking at the clock on the wall behind Jungkook to see that you only have one minute left before they take him  back into that hell hole. “Okay baby.” voice meak, you sit up against the chair and looked at Jungkook one final time while counting down the seconds you have left. “I really love you, you know that?”

“I know. I love you too Y/N” The red light on your section goes off and the guards on either side escort the both of you out, while jungkook turned around to watch you leave, you kept your head forwards.

And that concluded the very last time you would ever see and hear of Jeon Jungkook, the Broken Hearts killer.

“Yes I know mom, ‘don’t pack all of your clothes in the same box and keep utilities that are worth moving along with you’ I got it.” You were almost sure that you had repeated that rule religiously by this point but your mom always wanted to check that you had all your brain cells intact and working for the big day. Moving Day.

It was a decision you had decided to take once you started to feel cold and almost dead inside just by being in this house with him by your side to make it lively once more. It didn’t help that your neighbors now avoid you like the plague, not that they even had bothered talking or even becoming friends with you, but one thing is ignoring and another thing is making sure their children and pets don’t go anywhere near you or your house. Having said that, you had thought that making a new change should be healthy for you and much better, everyone you knew agreed. So, you figured why not.

Grabbing the final box of clothing you had, you set it aside in the corner of your new empty room. All except for the mattress of your bed. Setting the box down, you sat yourself against the empty mattress before looking around what used to be a safe haven, now it was a painful reminder of what used to be. A happy place now tainted by your tears and screams of frustration and pain.

While looking around every crack on the wall, every stain that used to be covered by a picture frame or rug, every small pieces of peeled off wood and paint by the crappy blue painted bedroom door. Soon enough a box behind door had ended up capturing your attention causing you to shift uncomfortably. The box was labeled ‘Goodwill’ and granted that a box labeled that shouldn’t have caused such an uneasy reaction from you but it was what was inside the box that made your own heart freeze in its place for mere seconds only to have it beat like a drum against your chest after a few seconds.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you stood up and made your way towards the warndown cardboard box- opening the folded boards with such tenderness as if you were fearing that it would break under your touch. Once opened the contents of the box caused a soft smile appear on your face before reaching in and grabbing hold of a black hoodie. Examining it closely, you noticed the two letters stitched onto the tag of the soft hoodie.

J.J

Cold and salty tears stream down your cheek without warning as you held it close to your body and took in it’s scent. His scent. Jungkook’s scent. Taking one final whiff of his cologne stained hoodie, you slide the soft wool material over you messy head before sliding it down having it envelope you in a warm embrace. It was and will be the closest thing you will have to him. That and alongside the memories you made together.

Took a deep breath, closed up the box once more, not even going to bother to look at anything more or else surely you’ll just keep the box, and wiped the tears off your face.

Two months. That was how long it has been since you last saw Jungkook. The last time you told him you loved him. The last time you’ll hear him say it back.

It’s kinda funny really and cruel as well. A man went to prison for his loved one only to have that same loved one leave without a word much less a letter to explain their disappearance. No, instead you left him to rot away at something he did for you. As much of a shitty person you felt because of it your conscious was telling you that it was for the best. Hell, everyone around you was.

The voices of people you knew, coworkers, family, friends both close and not keep popping up on your head as you made your way downstairs to finish packing up the rest of the plates and utensils. You were so in thought that you didn’t manage to hear the bang that came from the basement door. Nor the cat like footsteps that thudded through the wooden floor.

Grabbing a hot cup of coffee you had prepared earlier on, you took a small sip of it before turning around only to feel like time itself froze. Feeling the warm cup slip from your fingers and shatter right underneath you while goosebumps formed on your skin. It was almost like if god decided to play you a cruel joke for all you saw right now, standing just a few feet away from you was none other than Jeon fucking Jungkook. A twistedly sweet smile was plastered in his tender lips at the sight of you standing right there in front of him without a goddamn glass between the two. But then he spoke.

“I’m back.”

Those words were enough to snap you back to reality for those words were enough to have you bolting upstairs. It was an action that had caught him off guard but not completely to not go after you. He quickly aimed to grab your ankle, causing you to slip on the hard staircase but the adrenaline kept you moving as you kicked off his hand before he can pull you any closer. “No!” you cried out before stumbling back on your feet and bolting for the bedroom door. As you reached for the crappy blue door you quickly swung it behind you only to feel a strong force try and push it open while you tried to do the opposite.

A cry ripped through your throat as you tried to pray it shut, tears streaming down your face.”Come on baby, open the door! I just wanna talk baby girl.” a whimper left you before you stumbled back at the sudden force being pushed against the door. Backing up, you grabbed the unplugged lamp on top of one of the boxes as you kept on backing away from him.

Jungkook’s hair fell on his face as his danger filled eyes glared up at you slowly while he takes in heavy breaths. The bags under his eyes only highlighted the darkness- or perhaps that was just the anger in them that made his features pop.  “Now, that’s no way to treat your boyfriend.”

Taking in deep panicked breaths, you weld the lamp as a weapon, warningly telling him to back off. But he did not pay attention to such warning. Instead He lunge forward towards you causing you to throw the poor lamp at him. Bad idea, for he caught it with no problem before throwing it onto the floor, letting it shatter. A scream left you as you try to run towards the bed just to have Jungkook grab you by the waist and pull you up against him.

Not going down without a fight, you started screaming and crying out while he turned you around and held you close to him. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’m here now, I’m here.” another cry bounced off the walls as you stopped fighting back and fell limp on his shoulder. “You’re bad for me…” you whimpered out as you meekly punched his chest over and over again.

Jungkook started to hum softly, running a gentle hand through your hair as you sobbed out on the black jacket he most likely stole on his way here. “Y-your… bad for me” you sniffed out.

“How can I be bad for you when I’m meant for you baby?” His voice dripped with sadness at the thought that you even dare think that he was bad for you. He knew how crazy you were for him as he was with you. It was all nonsense.

“Everyone says that you are… ” you pulled away to look into his big brown eyes, eyes that started back a puffy, watery, and red eyes. Those eyes that shine under the moonlit night of am empty room.

“Don’t listen to them, they don’t know what we have.”

His reassuring words alongside his natural musk had stopped all the spinning your head was doing to reason with you to get away from him. Instead your head and your heart spoke together and told you to pull him closer. Taking one more sniff you lay your head on his shoulder.

“You’re home?”

“I’m home.”

Grain of Sand | jjk

Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship x slice of life Pairing: blind!jjk x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: cunnilingus, (light) ass play, fingering, jungkook fucks you against the kitchen sink so i guess that can be a warning, creampie Summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

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Love Knows No Bounds

This is not meant to offend anyone. Everyone can have a firm grip on their sexuality but there’s nothing wrong with wanting to experiment. Please do not take offense to this work of fiction.

“I’m done with men, seriously. They’re all assholes!”

“Jungkook, sweetie, you’re a man.” You soothed, bringing your friend a cup of warm tea.

“Why did he think that breaking up with me over text message was going to be easier on me? God he’s such a dick!” You walked over and rubbed his shoulders, trying to calm him down.

“He is a dick, but you’re just letting him win by getting mad honey. Everything will work out, okay? Want to go to a club tonight? We can go and you can flirt it up with all the hot guys there. I’ll lure the straight ones in.” You smiled.

“Can we just have a movie night in, noona?” He asked, looking up at you with his puppy eyes.

“Of course! What do you want to watch, anything in particular?” You asked as you bent down to open the movie cabinet, looking through all of the plastic cases.

“Mmm, maybe a horror movie?” Jungkook said, almost laughing while he said it. Your head whipped around around and you glared at him with everything you had.

“Jungkook, you know I hate horror movies! I won’t sleep for weeks!” You whined. Jungkook crawled down onto the floor with you and interlaced his fingers in a begging position.

“Please, noona? I’ll sleep with you, we can cuddle all you want. Please? Can we please watch a horror movie?” He begged cutely, resembling a little bunny who wanted lettuce.

You sighed and looked down, “Fine, fine. A horror movie it is.” Jungkook smiled and jumped up in excitement.

“Thank you! You’re the best noona! Let’s watch Shutter Island.” He said excitedly, going to the kitchen to grab popcorn. You just chuckled at his childishness and put the movie in without complaint.

Soon you were both cuddled onto the couch eating popcorn and shaking from the fear. And also from watching Leonardo DiCaprio and Mark Ruffalo on your screen.

“Jungkook I hate you so much…” You whimpered as another horrific scream came over your screen.

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Treasure✧yandere!dragon!pjm

Jimin loves to collect sparkly riches and playthings. You just happen to be the next treasure that ignited his obsessive desires.

Type: Faerie dragon hybrid ✦18+  ✦xtremity; 6 ✦pairing: Faerie dragonhybrid Jimin x female reader ✦genre: pwp smut, hybrid, yandere, fairy tale ✦word count: 4.7k ✦warnings: light stalking, he calls you treasure a lot hah, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, profanity, smut, you guys begged for big dragon dick here you go, mouth fucking, cum feeding, jimin licks your panties lmao, Torrential downpour of cum(thanks chim), his cock bulges your stomach?, rough fucking, degdrading dirtytalk, impreg kink, fluffy ending if you squint.

A/N: idk what the fuck this is, the plot is made up for the sake of smut and I just wanted to get some good dick in. I hope you enjoy, please praise me if you liked it, I worked hard on this. xoxo Also big thank you to my lovely @carly-bean-blog​ for making this gorgeous banner edit of my faerie jimin, ily <3

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