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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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all the good girls go to hell
— synopsis: The Angels made a deal with Jeon Jungkook, the son of Lucifer, to help them bring Y/n back to her good, prim and proper self. Even though Jungkook grants the atrocious plan, he leaves a lesson that no one should give their trust to a wicked devil like him.
↳ pairing: jungkook x f. reader
↳ genre: smut, very slight angst if you squint hard enough
↳ rating: m/18+
↳ word count: 10k
↳ warnings: religious themes, heaven and hell, angels, devils (this fic is not a correct representation of these figures and is purely fictional), alcohol intake, cursing, hard dom jk, daddy! jk, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex, breathplay, spanking, face fucking, filthy dirty talk, rough sex, jungkook and his demon cock ehe
a/n: title is inspired by billie eilish’s song all the good girls go to hell. her title inspired me to write this fic! please ignore if you find any errors <3
“You’re not good enough.”
“You look so pathetic, really.”
“Can you at least try to look hot?”
“This is why no one likes you.”
These words will forever haunt you until the day you die.
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deal
what do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for taehyung’s.
pairing: demon!jk x reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut.
word count: uhm, …19.5k
warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ it’s not really described in-depth since i’m not a doctor and it’s a sensitive topic. she also has the beginning of a panic attack. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, branding skin, wounds by arrow…
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© deal is copyright jeonstudios 2020. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.
author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism
It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.
Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.
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deal
what do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for taehyung’s.
pairing: demon!jk x reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut.
word count: uhm, …19.5k
warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ it’s not really described in-depth since i’m not a doctor and it’s a sensitive topic. she also has the beginning of a panic attack. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, branding skin, wounds by arrow…
masterlist
© deal is copyright jeonstudios 2020. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.
author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism
It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.
Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.
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genre: pwp, smut
warnings: mentions of drinking, ONE curse word
word count: 423 (i know it's short, i promise the other parts will be longer)
author's note: part 1 is finally here!! i will be putting up part 2 really soon, just bear with me because I am busy with school so yeah. but here's part 1! enjoy and leave me a comment telling me what you think!
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!” Shouts of celebration and happiness rang through the house as you stepped in after work.
“Wow, guys,” you laughed, looking around at the decorated room and your friends’ bright faces. “You really didn’t have to do this for me, you know.”
“But it’s your twentieth birthday!” your best friend Lynn declared, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the kitchen. “Come on! We made your favorite foods and brought your favorite drinks!”
“But-” you started to protest, but she shushed you quickly with a sharp look. “Ugh, fine.”
The night flew by as you danced and drank with your friends. All too soon, your friends were leaving, some stumbling out the door dead drunk.
“Thank you so much for the amazing night, y/n!” your friend yelled as she pushed her clearly drunk friends into the car. “No, sit there- NO, FIANNA, DON’T SIT THERE, THAT’S MY PIKACHU PLUSHIE- ow, shit, don’t step on my foot.. Bye, y/n!”
You giggled, waving your hand goodbye as you watched her finally drive away. You headed back to your house, ready to crash and call it a day. You paused as you looked out the window. You wondered if he would show up again. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was 11:30. Anxiously, you waited until midnight. He would knock on your door every time on your birthday, exactly at midnight. But you never saw him in real life. However, you did have dreams of this man. One time, he even saved you from a dark being. You weren’t even sure where he was from, you had so many questions: is he real? How did he get into your dreams? Were these dreams even real?
A knock snapped you out of your thoughts. Knock knock. The sound startled you, the remote in your hand falling to the floor. You stared at the door, your mind debating whether or not to open it. Who would even show up at your door at this hour? The knock sounded again. Snap out of it, y/n, you mentally scolded yourself. It’s probably just Lynn coming back because she forgot something like she always does. Mustering up your courage, you stepped to the door and opened it. You failed to realize, however, that the clock hands pointed to 12.
Your heart dropped, your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened.
“I recognize you” you whispered, jaw hanging open in wonder and shock. “How-”
Smirking, he leaned against the doorframe and licked his lips. “Hello to you too, y/n.” His smirk deepened as he pushed off the frame and walked up to you, holding your chin firmly.
“Missed me, darling?”