#Inner Demons Park AU

[yuarose]

Line Up - Ver.III

Got around to designing the love interests.

#south park au #Inner Demons Park AU #concept art #Estella Havisham #Philip Pip Pirrip #Christophe Delorne #Gary Harrison #Gareth Jr ‘Gary’ Harrison #Damien Thorn #Damien T. Morningstar #gregory of yardale #Gregory Sinclair II

[nastyaa2007]

I gathered all my courage and here we go! My first post!

I decided to draw this pretty girl who belongs to @yuarose qwq

#hellpark #inner demons #inner park #y/n tucker #south park au

[p34rlz49]

Ermm.... Guys? I think im going to get in trouble for this...

(Also design by @yuarose )

#inner demons au #hell park au #art #hell park #idk how to tag this

[4tty]

THAT is a very good question!

Where am I headed?

I can never get through one ai I swear 😭

#south park #south park au #inner demons #inner demons ​lucius #hellpark

[critterbitter]

SUBMAS MASTERPOST

Hello, my name is Crit (he/them.) Welcome to my SUBMAS art blog, @critterbitter! It is sfw, but please take care if you are a minor, as I’m Old. Thanks! To reach my main blog, please direct your attention to @proxycrit .

This is a masterpost of all the art and comics I’ve done for the funny train men so far. Feel free to browse and definitely feel free to comment!

(Here’s my kofi as well! If you wish to tip.)

All work can also be found under #myart.

Comics/Art List:

A SUBMAS spotify playlist-- Post Hisui Muppet Council

Emmet and eelektross— you and your dog get sent to feudal japan

Ingo and lady sneasler— you weigh like a bag of grapes

Emmet, meet volo

tynamo and emmet’s first meeting (they become friends instantly)

Litwick and ingo’s first meeting (they become enemies immediately)

Aftermath of training

The starters perform care on full grown men

Committing war crimes on both eel and man

Submas kids— the Snack that smiles back, litwick edition

Box shenanigans (caricatures of the children)

Emmet and litwick come to a deal

The difference in starter relationships boggles the mind

Good morning, litwick (good night, lady sneasler.)

Ingo fights his inner envy demons with the communication stick

Coat flapping

You are Beloved, Lampent. That’s all. 

A jackie at gear station

Tynamo evolution blues (this is funny)

The imposter syndrome sets in (it is no longer funny)

Library blues (elesa should be paid for carrying books)

Sassy night light

Happy eel dog

The joyful ordeal of evolution

Eelektrik boa (a gold standard!)

Lampent discovers discourse. This becomes everybody's problem.

Nimbasa trio walk and talk

Couch party (it's poll time!)

SUBMAS AU: Conventional Starters

Lampent is an umbrella, if you squint

Happy Holidays!

Eel-esa outfit (cause, you know, she dresses like an eel. Get it? Get it?)

Scheming

Master of manipulation.

They left Lampent in a Deino's Parking Lot

"These are our Exoskeletons, Elesa."

Chance meeting

Forbidden Lore Unlocked

Introducing Elesa, the New Kid from Sinnoh

Elesa and Blitzle

Outside the crowd

Volume Control

COLLAB: Forgiveness is Electric

Volume Control (Reprise)

Food Exchange

Electric starters

Homesick

Metaphorical and Literal Rat Children

Trouble starters

Snapshots: Route 3

Snapshots: Castelia City

Snapshots: Virbank Complex

Snapshots: Desert Resort

Snapshots: Route 8

Snapshots: Nimbasa City

Snapshots: Celestial Tower

Snapshots: Pinwheel Forest

Snapshots: Route 18

Snapshots: Anville Town

Snapshots: Undella Bay

Snapshots: Flocessy Ranch

Snapshots: Route 10

Snapshots: Driftveil City

Snapshots: Twist Mountain

Snapshots: Relic Passage

Snapshots: Route 6

Snapshots: Opelucid City

Snapshots: Chargestone Cave

Snapshots: Dream Yard

Snapshots: Route 1

Snapshots: Striaton City

Snapshots: Black City

WORLD BUILDING

Giratina and Arceus

#submas #critterbitter #pokemon #myart #masterpost

[satoruhour]

Loved the recent sukuna racer au 😭😭😭🩷🩷 can you elaborate a bit more on geto in the same racer au? 🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷

LLOROMANNIC

a/n: thx 4 this ask anon, this is rlly long bahaah i hope u enjoy! more context here. for recap, reader is in japan for an exchange programme.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: (fluff @ the start, smut comes in later) virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex, n*sfw under the cut

no one really knows how the two of you became so close after that fateful meeting. they’re still wondering how you drew suguru in so effortlessly — some say you planned it, others say it was just by chance, but you’re not too sure yourself when all you can focus on is the racer beside you muttering into your skin a year after.

it was a(n almost) blissful six months when you first start out. that day he did keep his promise, winning the race without breaking a sweat and you cheer for geto unconsciously, catching the curious eyes of gojo and nanami who exchange looks — maybe you’d finally be the someone to capture geto’s heart.

geto made an effort to u-turn back to the corner he was parked in with the passenger side to you and he leans over to open it for you, but in return it just gathers more attention. “shall we go?” you try your best to escape the prying eyes of the tokyo crowd, and with a wave to the other two, geto is speeding off once you’ve gotten into the car.

“so… why’re you driving me there?”

“why cinnamoroll? berry and cherry’s a hundred times better.” he comments, and much to your dismay, he just answers your question with a less serious question than yours.

“why not?”

“well i mean…” was this man really about to lecture you on sanrio characters? his explanation is brief, but detailed, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh — although a snort still leaves you — just as he turns into the next carpark that you were supposed to go into instead and he’s asking what? like he didn’t just ramble about two sanrio demon characters. 

“eh, it’s just cute that a scary, cool racer guy like you knows so much about sanrio.” you giggle when you watch him find an empty spot, and you’re trying to not let it affect you: the dragon that wraps around his bicep right to his forearm, the tense of his muscles, the addictive line of his jaw that trails all the way down to his collarbone—

you don’t notice your choice of words until geto uses that chance to fluster you instead.

“it’s just what?” he’s all up in your personal space like he was earlier before pulling away — a quiet, chilling tension that sends your hairs standing, left arm going behind your seat to park his car perfectly in the lot. his jawline is accentuated by how he turns behind to reverse (he hopes parking effortlessly would get you to like him more); suguru’s good at always making you want more, you realise that.

“cute.”

you’re mumbling and once he’s got the car in, his arm comes back round, a teasing hand pressed up to his ear. “what was that, hm?”

and maybe you were wrong to think he was being a decent person among the sneers and mockery of the crowd earlier, and you frown, thinking if you’d really want to entertain him. there’s a dilemma in you: what if he was just like the others, the loud, cocky ones who only ever cared about their cars? suguru looked just like the part, too, and if you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up being a trophy piece for him to bring around.

you just sigh. “thank you for driving me, geto-san.” it’s rigid as you say it, an inner turmoil within you; you hope it doesn’t show.

and he immediately regrets his silly question. he doesn’t blame you for standing your ground especially after the whole spectacle before the race started, watching in defeat as you slam the door to his Mazda a little harshly. hurriedly his eyes dart around the dashboard for paper, messily scribbling down an apology together with his number, along with some cash — he did promise to treat you to something in that cafe, but he was confident you’d want nothing to do with him; for now, anyway.

“hey, i’m uh— i’m sorry. it was out of line, enjoy the event, ’kay?” geto genuinely looked sorry, a sheepish smile spreading across his face and he hurries away before you can say anything. he’s lamenting over it upon returning, talking to gojo who could barely care and nanami who’s zoning out, about how you looked so innocent and stunning by simply sitting in his car.

and you? you’ve resorted to telling yourself how you’d only send a message to the mysterious number only after getting back home, after a shower, paper creased and unintelligible at some point that you almost typed in a ‘6’ in place of an ‘8’.

you’ve broken your own rule already once you’re stepping foot into your home because your finger immediately opens the empty chat, hovering over the button to send the message you’ve drafted two hours ago. your heart pounds and you feel dizzy — you never wanted to die so bad before.

suguru’s mood remains sour until later in the evening where an unknown number texts him with a faceless photo of a cup of cinnamoroll cappuccino and a crème brûlée with cinnamorll’s face on the caramelised sugar. he knows it’s you from the outfit you wore earlier and geto can’t help but smile, dwelling on what he could say to you that wouldn’t sound stupid.

god, geto was a racer. he was supposed to be cool and a natural at flirting, but he can’t believe he’s already deleted his drafted message for a fifth time, not noticing how you fluctuate between being online and off, too.

he doesn’t answer you like an idiot because while you’re nervous over the simple text, geto wants to tear his hair out — until he gets an idea; he’s off the bed in a minute, hastily grabbing his leather jacket and putting his hair into a bun.

eventually he manages to say something that sounds nonchalant.

[19:23, geto → UNKNOWN]: enjoy your cinnamoroll coffee?

suguru waits patiently when you type and stop, and type and stop, and he uses that time to sprint to his Mazda and to speed to a close-by 7-eleven. he was sure to find some sanrio merchandise in the store, face lighting up when he comes across a mediocre cinnamoroll keychain — and after a small battle with himself he also adds a duo berry and cherry keychain to the pile — he just needed to figure out when to give it to you.

a notification interrupts his daydreams.

[19:29, UNKNOWN → geto]: better without you here

he knows you’re joking with the way you send a sticker after.

[19:30, UNKNOWN → geto]: but thank you for the treat.

and for driving me

and for the number

geto chuckles, paying and leaving the store before he lets out a breath.

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: want to come out for a drive? i really want to apologise for earlier

and every doubt ceases to exist, your contemplation ending right there, head snapping to your clock to look at the time. if you could get dressed fast enough—

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: and also i just… want to get to know you

i’ll meet you at that same parking lot where we met. i’ll wait for you, okay?

—you could see the mysterious, brooding racer again. despite your outburst, you couldn’t deny the adrenaline you felt sitting in his car, bickering over which character was better, seeing the raise of his eyebrow on his attractive face. you don’t trust yourself to type anything else so you simply send a thumbs up emoji, jumping up to get ready in the darkening and freezing tokyo landscape.

shouting out an excuse, you bid goodbye to your parents and race out the door, white wisps of your hot breath appearing as you reach the car park in record time, seeing him nervously leaning against his Mazda. you smile. seems like you weren’t the only fidgety one.

“how’re you doin’?” geto clears his throat, but you just grin, getting into his passenger seat. the tips of your fingers tingle, you hoped the adrenaline would help you even a little.

“you called me out because you want to show off, right?” that loosens suguru a little, letting out a laugh at your unexpected comment.

“sure did.”

the next hours are spent speeding through the streets of shibuya, with you scared out of your mind at first. but when geto looks over to you with a blinding smile, you ease into his leather seats, slowly getting used to his sharp and precise turns.

geto is focused on drifting on specific turns, smile fading into a serious expression as he slams on the break and changes gear, steering the wheel sharply and you find yourself staring freely, a smile tugging on your lips at how so damn good he looked at the moment.

the night ends up with letting you try out the car for a bit, and even geto is surprised at himself because his RX-7 was something he cherished deeply, but to let someone try it was beyond him. he’s laughing with you, telling you that drift racers do not need to use turn signals and you burn in embarrassment, but other than that you have a good time, a quietness settling as he pulls up to your host home in japan.

“come to my next race?”

you bit your lip. you can’t lie, geto suguru is handsome as hell and you’re already hooked, unaware how the other wants you just as bad.

“sure thing, suguru.” the first name seems to catch him off-guard, even more so when you lean over the stick shift to peck his cheeks. 

geto spends the next five minutes touching the skin where you kissed it, the loud rev of his engine reflecting exactly how he felt.

geto suguru was a goner.

every text, every call, every outfit (by god, geto did not care about what he wore, until he got with you) was for you. geto suguru was the gentlest with you, always asking if you’re okay with whatever he does. a hand on your waist, a peck to your cheek. he eases into the relationship, a plethora of night races lined up in his roster since he didn’t want you to miss any classes. nor could you underperform, because if your grades weren’t up to standard, you’d be sent home — your actual home back in your country. it came easy, though, apart from the sneaky makeout sessions in between geto telling you you used ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’ in your essays.

“y’know you don’t have to wear it, right?” geto laughs, placing a kiss to your temple while your mouth twists at the shape of the miniskirt, gifted to you by his sister who had worn it in the same scene, too. your boyfriend only whistles when you place it to your front, hands tightening just a little around your waist when he sees just how short it is.

“so?” you emerge from the bathroom a little while later, his oversized shirt on you looking a bit weird with the miniskirt but his breath hitches when you pull the top up, admiring the way the miniskirt hugged your figure so well. “i’m not sure if i like it, su…”

“that’s cause you’ll need other sort of tops, baby,” geto simply smiles, beckoning you over with a hand. it’s criminal how easily you follow the gesture, moving to stand between his legs. his rough hands leave hot trails of fire along your thighs, inching dangerously close to your ass. “you’ll need,” an unsatisfactory kiss on the denim of your skirt, suguru frowns, “a crop top,” a kiss to your hip bone. “or maybe a halter,” a kiss to your other hip bone, “a tube top,” a kiss to your stomach, “or maybe even a cami?” the grin geto gives you is sickening sweet as he lists them off one by one, each kiss getting closer and closer, from your hands to your shoulders, until they finally reach your face and your heart is beating like you were in fucking seven minutes in heaven.

“how’d you know so much?” you’re twiddling with the hem of his oversized shirt.

geto exhales, placing a sweet kiss onto your lips, “when you’ve been racing underground for quite a bit… it’s easy to pick up on the fashion. but—” he melts all your worries away when he takes your cheeks in his hands, “but even if you weren’t dolled up, i’ll still be lookin’ at ya. you’d still be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“my prettiest girl.” suguru mumbles, getting lost in your lips again with a promise he’ll take you shopping the next day.

you ease into the miniskirts soon enough. though you don’t exactly abandon your old style, you also love the freedom of wearing teeny skirts with skin tight tops, legs and ass on display for all to see while geto simply smiles no matter what you wear. he thinks you look stunning either way.

“what do you think?” geto asks inwardly if you were really the same person who loved cinnamoroll, legs on display and safety shorts hugging your ass so well as you twirl around in your room — geto wasn’t opposed to just panties, either; he knows he can throw a decent punch. you’re donning the piece of apparel so well that he feels himself getting hard.

“i think my baby looks gorgeous,” suguru smiles, sauntering up to you before wrapping his bigger arms around your middle before coating your face and neck with kisses but your mind’s wandering into the gutter with how you can see both your figures in the mirror. you’re thinking just what it’ll be like to fog up the mirror with your shaky breaths as geto rams into you from behind, but you snap out of it before he notices, turning around in his embrace to land a kiss to his lips.

“a good luck kiss for my racer boy,” you giggle, hands getting lost in his hair. you’ve become more bold too, geto realises and he decides that maybe tonight he’ll have you before you leave to finish your university semester and his heart clenches at the thought of you leaving — six months is six months, after all. having to resort to facetimes and timezones and late night messages is the reality, but he’s willing to try.

if it’s you, he’ll try.

one thing led to the next; it was your miniskirt riding up your legs, it was the way you ran up to him after he wins, jumping into his arms knowing these were your last few days together. just like how you were obsessed with geto suguru, he was besotted with you.

“is this okay with you, (y/n)?” the way he says your name has you wishing he would do it over and over in that pleading voice of his — it’s just the first of many.

“you’ll be taking my first, suguru.” you mumble out as his lips trail from your jaw to neck, and it makes him freeze. maybe you shouldn’t hav—

“you want me to be your first?” geto asks breathlessly, like he’s been told he won the lottery. he couldn’t believe how you’ve been untouched this whole time, yet your sultry gazes and untamed hips say otherwise.

“you’re such a little minx, teasing me and shit, but you haven’t lost your virginity?” his fingers caress your cheek and you preen at his tone, leaning into his touch. 

you hum and smile, “i never lose.” and you giggle when he laughs, capturing your lips in another kiss. the playful mood fades into the prior one, feeling the other get rougher with his kiss while his hands start to wander more.

“tell me to stop whenever and i’ll stop, okay, sweetheart?” you nod, squishing his face in your hands.

“i’ll be okay, su,” you grin before wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him onto your needy cunt. he’s already hard, a dark spot forming at where his tip was. “i’ll be okay, especially when i fuck myself thinking it’s your cock.”

suguru’s jaw drops just a bit and he craves you even more by then, flipping up your skirt and pressing kisses along your thigh. he was determined to wipe the sick little grin off your face. he was determined to make you cum so hard you’d regret teasing him at all.

you hardly have any attitude for him once his tongue meets your pulsing clit and groans into your core, licking an experimental stripe up your folds. “better than your fingers?” suguru grins when he glances up and all he can see is your head thrown back, a subtle nod that’s got him back into feasting. he alternates between flicking your bud and sucking harshly, his calloused hands that you always admired around the steering wheel are now on your thighs, spreading them apart when you start to close them. by now your skirt’s soaked from how wet your pussy is, mewling and whining for your lover for more.

“you taste so fuckin’ good,” geto mumbles into your folds, giddy on the tangy sweetness of your juices that he has to reach down to squeeze his cock, “my girlfriend’s pussy tastes so good.”

“f-fuck… suguru don’t stop—” in the large bedroom, it’s filled with moans from you and the lewd sounds of your pussy, which escalate into a shriek when he’s suddenly pushing you up, weight transferred onto your shoulders and neck, not before making sure you have a pillow under you. “su—!”

“oh— ooh shit!” geto easily manhandles you as he props you up, your body bent uncomfortably while your hips continue to buck in his mouth and you aren’t sure where your legs go. it gives him better access to your cunt as he dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging into your clit while you’re clutching onto his forearms for balance; his front supports you perfectly. geto’s onyx eyes bore into yours when he eats, moaning softly when he feels you clench around his tongue.

“you close?” he commits you to memory: how your toes curl and your stomach contracts. how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he feels so tense too, cock twitching in his underwear that it’s begging to be in you. “my baby’s g’nna cum, hm?”

“y-yes— ’m close mmf...” you can hardly manage a nod, moans escaping in between one worded sentences and you’re sure your legs are shaking from how good geto was giving it to you. with the hands that spread you out, one goes to your nipple to pinch it while the other plays with your clit, pressing and rubbing on it and a choked suguru leaves your lips.

“cum,” the one word has so much command over you, paired with the ministrations he was so skilled at that you’re clenching around air when you reach your high, euphoria crashing down on you with how you see white and your body feels tired already. “that’s my pretty girl, god, you’re cumming s’much.”

it takes awhile for you to come down from your orgasm, but despite your fatigue you already find yourself wanting more when you shoot geto a grin, heart fluttering at how he massages your thighs and bring you back down.

“you okay?” geto mumbles, pecking your knee softly, inwardly smiling at the way your legs still jolt and shake at your climax, “got my princess shakin’ and all.”

you giggle before you’re pulling him toward you, tasting yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, jumping a little when geto slips in a finger easily. you’re easily moaning into the kiss, reeling from just how one finger feels in you, slipping in so easily just how soaked your cunt was. 

gotta prep you for me, ‘kay? he whispers against your lips before a second goes in and you have to break the kiss to whimper. relax, baby, suguru’s voice is so intoxicating that you’re doing the exact opposite. you’re so tight that geto has to take a moment, imagining what you’ll feel like around him, but it’s not long before you’re begging for more that he starts moving his fingers into your cunt.

they are soft, gentle on you that you’re already tugging on his waistband, swallowing geto’s chuckle and comment about just how eager you are. in that bedroom, you’ve gotten him on his knees just by existing, pussy still drooling and your body contorted in such sensuality that he’s already worshipping you unconsciously. you gasp a little when he finally removes his underwear, eyes fixated on the pretty dick he’s got in his hand, leaking so much pre-cum just from eating you out. he makes quick work to grab a condom out from his bedside drawer.

“i’ll make it fit. gotta relax, yeah?” he hums into your skin before he rolls the condom over his cock as you watch, impatient. along with some lube, he smears your juices around with his tip, relishing in how you squeeze his forearms.

and when geto suguru sinks into you for the first time, tip nudging past your folds and stretching you out at first, a long whine leaves you just as geto groans out because you’re so warm inside that it’s got him dizzy. your eyes try to flutter close but geto mumbles that he wants to see how good he makes you feel, body hovering over yours like it’s forbidden. but he knows if he sinks into you with the feel of your tits on him, he wouldn’t last.

“s’big, suguru— ah!” eyes struggling to stay open, your arms hang around his neck, the feel of the rubber in you not entirely pleasant but suguru hitting all your spots is enough to make up for it. you’re just dripping and dripping non-stop that it leaks right down to the sheets before the other bottoms out in you, a teasing grin on his face. “told ya it could fit.” the stretch is borderline painful, and like a good boyfriend, he waits for a few to get you accustomed.

you roll your eyes with a soft smile, taking deep breaths before you feel like you could handle him, “move, please…”

“gettin' to it, my love,” geto’s cock is so big you swear you can feel him in your stomach, mouth dropping open when he moves slowly, grunting at your clamping hole, “i don’t think i can last long, baby.”

you breathlessly laugh, “yeah, me e-either.” your back arches off the bed as suguru starts to find a pace, thighs already burning from the taut pull of his muscles, something he’s done unconsciously because of how divine your cunt felt. with a hand you’re rubbing at your clit, evident it’s your first time when your hips are already bucking in mini shockwaves, sucking in his length that it’s not long before you’re moving your pelvis to meet his.

there’s the squelching noises of your pussy and little pants leaving you, pussy already convulsing around him with the release of the twist in your stomach. you’re clenching as you cum hard on his cock and it drives the other crazy, the tightness of your entrance that restricts his movement that he settles for short thrusts just to orgasm, spilling heavy loads of cum into the condom. geto groans into thin air, hips stuttering and pulling out incase there’s a rip in the rubber. it’s obvious you’re still unfamiliar with each other’s body in such an intimate setting, stuttered apologies and cleared throats, but soon geto’s leaning down to lock lips with you to quell the first-time awkwardness.

“was that okay? are you hurt anywhere?” you shake your head with a smile.

“that was more than okay, suguru,” you’re sleepy from the race, from the late night, and it’s clear all you want is sleep. it’s clear when you melt into suguru’s embrace and his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest when you find his hand to twine your fingers together, with his other one rubbing your thigh affectionately.

geto feels that same feeling paired with a certain dread when two weeks later you’re kissing him goodbye at the airport, pink luggage in hand while your nose starts to redden a little. you always know what to say, slowly getting used to geto’s habits. a huff when he’s annoyed, or a quick furrow of his eyebrows when he’s distraught. “it’s not the end of the world, baby.”

suguru only pouts, hands caressing your sides just outside the departure gate. “i know, i just— six months?” 

“you’ll survive,” you smile softly, brushing the bangs from his face, “you did it before me.”

“i know, but now that i’ve known you, you’re all i think about,” geto huffs, “i…”

there’s many more things he wants to say, how he’ll be sure to keep your things until you return, how thankful he is that you (willingly!) gave him an underwear of yours, how he struggles to breathe just seeing your name. he just hopes you’ll miss him just as much, but he restrains himself knowing your flight’s in an hour.

“you’re all i think about, too,” you mumble and swallow uncomfortably, ashamed to have tears already brimming at your eyes, “i’ll come right back after i finish the sem, alright?”

“i’ll hold you to that.” geto smiles, although it’s laced with a sadness, kissing you softly one last time and bearing himself for the countless texts and video calls to your foreign number. you both can taste the salt in your tears, sniffling like a lovesick fool at the immense feelings you have for this man.

love. you haven’t even said the words yet.

as the racer watches you pass through the departure doors, he gives one last glance to the cherry keychain hanging off your carry-on, giving a similar longing glance to the matching berry one on his bag.

geto leaves the airport before anyone can see the wetness in his eyes, too.

#anon #asks #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk x you #jjk drabbles #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen getou #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #suguru geto smut

[minisugakoobies]

Headrush (It's Too Sweet) | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fingering, hand job, love bites/marking, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex - m receiving, allusions to fucking, slight exhibitionist streak (no locked doors here!), Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, Kitty Gang Jimin is the look, yes that also needs its own warning, Jimin is in full demon mode here - all temptation and teasing

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Your job is perfect. Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

A/N: Happy birthday Jimin! You'll always be my favorite demon. 💜

This comes from a request from @reliablemitten. Yep, I'm still working my way slowly through those. 😆 It's my first time writing an Idol AU, so I hope I did it well! Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

You love your job. 

As a stylist for Big Hit, you get to travel the world with one of the hottest acts in history, BTS. The team you work with is amazing, the looks you create are eye-catching and inspired, and, well, the money’s not bad, either. Yeah, all in all, your job is perfect. 

Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin. 

To his adoring fans, Jimin is a sweet lil’ mochi, a round-cheeked beacon of light and laughter who dances like he’s made of water and sings like an angel. You know better. 

The man is a demon. Temptation is his calling card, and teasing is his passion. 

And there’s no finer example of this than the way he’s pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs right now and pointedly not touching you exactly where you need him.

“Come on, Jimin,” you whine, leaning back on your palms to tip your cunt closer to his devilish mouth. The makeup table you’re sitting on is uncomfortable, hard plastic pressing into your ass, but you have to make do when you’re sneaking in a quickie between rehearsals. “We don’t have all day.” 

“So impatient, Noona,” he simply sighs, shaking his head, pushing your skirt further up your stomach. “You know that just makes me want to go even slower. Really take my time.” 

You do know, from experience, and so you fall silent, fingers curling around the edge of the table as his warm breath sends goosebumps racing down your thighs. 

This all started with that damned outfit. The leather ensemble, a glittery gem-covered jacket over a fitted white shirt and tight tight tight pants. Your team really killed it, you couldn’t help but think, admiring him as he showed off for the other members during the fitting. With a cheeky grin, he rolled his body, running his fingers through his soft pink hair.

And look. You’ve never been immune to how attractive the band is. You’re a professional, of course, but you have eyes. Not to mention a healthy libido, which unfortunately revved up as Jimin undulated his body. You couldn’t help but follow the wave all the way down to his toes, before you dragged your gaze back to his face.

You thought you’d gotten away with your gawking. Until your eyes met. And he winked.

And now, he won’t let you live.  

Just when you think you’re about to die from desire, Jimin traces his long pink tongue along your slit, lapping at the arousal seeping out of you. With a relieved groan, you drop your head to watch the gorgeous man kneeling between your legs suckle at your cunt. He always tells you that you taste like candy, but you’re the one who gets the sugar high, head swimming, heart racing. 

It began slowly, this thing between you, with small gestures. A flirtatious smile here, a knowing glance there. Any time you let your gaze linger, lost in reverie, Jimin was quick to pounce, warm brown eyes suddenly darkening, smile sharpening into a smirk. You lost track of the number of times his tongue would suddenly flick out, licking his plush lips brazenly. Wantonly.

Then the comments started. 

The two of you had a friendly working relationship - Jimin was easy to talk to, always quick with a joke or comment to make you giggle, and you knew you were his favorite stylist by the way he sought you out every time. 

But after the day he caught you staring, his comments became less silly and more… suggestive. 

“Is that what you wanted, Noona?” he asks, reclining on his knees while his ring-clad fingers plunge into your throbbing folds. His saccharine smile doesn’t fool you. He knows exactly how his touch drives you insane. Leaves you yearning for more every time. It’s never enough. 

So you tell him. “You know it is. Ah, fuck.” He grins into the bite he’s just left in your soft skin. Your hips are littered with them, tiny marks of his own lusty language that can only be interpreted as ‘mine.’ “Why do you always make me beg for it?” 

Because he can. Because he knows that you’ll always come back for more. His kisses, his tongue, his cock - you’ll take it all to feed the rush. That’s what addicts do. 

He doesn’t answer, mouth too busy on your clit. Wisps of cotton candy strands float through your fingers as you clutch at his hair. Jimin hums with every tug, every pull, the vibrations making you join him in delicious harmony. It suddenly occurs to you that you didn’t lock the door, but the worry is fleeting, quickly licked aside by Jimin’s roving tongue.

The door was unlocked the first time, too. The memory of that day replays itself in your neediest moments, when you’re craving a fix. 

It had been weeks of salacious comments and heated looks. Recently Jimin had added little touches into the mix - a hand pressing on your back just a few seconds too long, fingers brushing your cheek as he removed a hair that you both knew wasn’t there. 

He’d found you in the hallway backstage, kneeling on the ground with your back to the wall, working on mending a torn sleeve. He came to a stop, asking you to help him with a tear in his pants, claiming he’d meant to ask before but had forgotten. But as you examined the fabric, you found no tears, no rips, nothing but smooth material stretching over thick thighs. 

From your knees, you peered up at him in confusion, only to find him gazing down at you with a smoldering expression. Knowing that anyone could walk by at any moment, you’d cleared your throat, and his face relaxed.

He feigned ignorance, said another stylist must have already gotten to it, but when his muscles flexed under your touch, drawing your attention to the growing bulge in his pants, you knew the truth.

Fighting to keep your breathing normal, you’d sighed. “I swear to god, Jimin, you were put on this earth to give me a headache,” you informed him with naked exasperation as you’d straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t soaking through your underwear at the thought of his dick in your mouth.

“Oh, Noona, I was put here to do a lot more than that to you, I promise,” Jimin replied with that wicked smile of his, and that was it, the last straw. You snapped. 

“Okay, that’s it!” you’d hissed, latching onto his arm, tugging him into the dressing room behind you. The door slammed shut as you rounded on him. “Enough already! I’m sick to death of you tormenting me like this! It’s all just empty words meant to get a rise out of me - and I’m not going to give you that satisfaction anymore!”

“Empty words?” Jimin’s eyebrows had hit the ceiling. His voice jumped an octave. “Empty words?” He’d stepped forward, crowding your space, pushing you back until your ass hit the makeup table behind you. Stumbling, you ended up on the table, gasping as he framed you in with his arms to lean over you. “Noona, you have no idea how wrong you are right now.” 

There was a loud roaring in your ears as you sunk your fingers into the velvety-soft collar of his jacket, bringing him dangerously close to your face. “Then fucking show me, Jimin.” 

His arms pulled you into his embrace as Jimin surged forward, finally planting his plump lips on yours. The heat of his kiss engulfed you, roaring flames burning everything in its path, like caution and reason. When he came in your mouth that day, you knew there was no going back.

And now you find yourself here, hiding in this dressing room, seeking another hit. Jimin fidgets on the ground, rubbing one hand over his crotch while he fucks you with the other. 

“Do you need help with that?” He can’t see what you’re looking at, as his face is currently buried, but his muffled whimpers let you know that he understood your question, and he pulls away, rising to his feet while his pants fall to his ankles.

“Fuck, Noona, so good, always so good.” He’s hot and slick in your hand, tip already coated in precum, and the two of you pant in tandem as you bring each other to the edge with your hands. It’s always fast and messy with him in the end, no matter how much he builds you up with his taunting. 

It’s surprisingly easy for the two of you to find reasons to slip away and meet like this. You’ve become intimately familiar with so many stadium dressing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, even the occasional hotel gym or sauna. Within seconds, he has you on your knees, on your back, bent over and moaning. 

Despite the way you rush headlong into these rendezvous, you’re not naive. At some point, there will be a reckoning. This can’t go on forever. But right now, as he coaxes an orgasm from you with his thrusting fingers and hungry kisses, you let your mind go clear, giving in to the sensations. 

Park Jimin might be a demon, but you’re the one who can’t resist the sin. It’s too sweet.

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[apotatomashedbybts]

Be My Calico Cat [Prologue]

𓃠 Pairing: Min Yoongi × Park Jimin

𓃠 Side Pairing: Kim Taehyung × Jeon Jungkook | Kim Seokjin × Kim Namjoon | Jung Hoseok × IU

𓃠 Genre: Fluff | Romance | Angst

𓃠 Trope: University au | Mafia au | Social Media au

𓃠 Word Count: 588 [for the prologue]

𓃠 Trigger Warning: Mentions of ptsd | mentions of burn injuries | nightmare | medicines | death

𓃠 Rating: PG13

𓃠 Banner: apotatomashedbybts

𓃠 Disclaimer: This is a revamped version of my SMAU series, previously titled, Shade Me Pastel which was originally posted here on Tumblr 4 years ago on August 23, 2019.

𓃠 Author's Note: This series came into existence because of a fic exchange event and I got paired up with the most precious @piease-iove-me ! We brainstormed together and she made gorgeous moodboards and we had lots of fun! @piease-iove-me thank you so much for being the kindest and the biggest emotional support to me back then! Even though we don't talk as much, I still go back to the letters you left for me in my draft. I can never thank you enough for those! Love you so much ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

𓃠 Update: every Friday

𓃠 Summary: Yoongi, the I-really-don't-wanna-be-a member of the Seoul's biggest drug cartel, The Hwanggeum, has been blaming himself for the past fifteen years for the tragedy that happened to Jimin. But a fateful turn of events brings them face to face. And they find themselves uncovering the truth that throws Yoongi off the pedestal on which Yoongi has been balancing his life till now.

The roaring endless flames of fire engulfing every existing element. Dark smoke covering every possible inch of the space. A distant cry for help. A small figure coming in and out of sight– reaching out it's hands, small red hands– eyes pleading for help, hands choking him to death. 

Yoongi wakes up with a start – sweats dripping and wetting his body. His chest moves up and down heavily, keeping pace with his beating heart. After a few moments of trying to calm down he slumps his back in a relaxed posture and covers his face with his large palms and sighs heavily– the nightmare is never going to let him escape.

He reaches out his hand to the bedside table and finds the medicine just where it is supposed to be. The darkness of the room is barely an obstacle since he is accustomed to doing this for the past fifteen years.

But he is still not accustomed to the inner demon that causes him to suffocate in writhing agony. Every nightmare reminds him of the four year old boy whose eyes glistened at everything colourful, which made Yoongi love the colours too as a child. The child who made him happy just by smiling, just by touching, just by existing. The child who the eight years old Yoongi thought was the embodiment of happiness itself. That child who doesn't exist anymore in his life. The child who he has lost in that merciless fire.

Now he, as a defence mechanism, has abandoned everything that is not black. Black – that numbs him, stops him from remembering that face that he as a child had vowed to protect forever. Black – that covers his eyes from seeing anything that resembles fire. Black – that is incapable of making his guilt invisible. Black – that reminds Yoongi to never forget to keep repenting for his sins.

•••

Grazing his hands over the long burnt mark on his left side of the back Jimin sighs in front of the mirror. He barely remembers anything that has caused the mark on his body. He only has information, rather vague but still an information – "Your parents died in a fire. The firemen could only take you out in time." The orphanage owner had told him when he was capable enough to ask questions.

He is glad though, that he doesn't remember anything about his family because memories only make people more miserable. The possibility that they could have been here now by his side has always made him sad. He still feels there is an empty spot in his heart that needs to be filled. Not that it bothers the hell out of him but it still has an impact and Jimin would totally love it if it goes away. Given that, now he has people who he can rely upon and he appreciates them more than the aspect of "what if".

Wearing the pastel blue summer hoodie that his best friend's mom, now his mom, has gifted him he gets ready to go to university. A thought crosses his mind, "If my mom and dad were alive, they would have been so proud of me that I got into Seoul National University with a scholarship." A sad smile passes through his lips but he knows he has other people who are proud of him. Smiling brightly at the mirror he takes his luggage and goes for the taxi and his best friend in it who is waiting for him.

— © 2024 apotatomashedbybts, all rights reserved. Reposting or modifying of any kind is not allowed. Translations are not allowed.

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[brights-place]

Master List

Arcane

Alice in borderland

Adventure time

Animal crossing

Blue lock

Clone High

Cult of the lamb Cup-head

C.O.D

C.R.K

Clone High ERROR143

Ever after high

Demon Slayer Deadpool

Far Fetched

FNAF

Fran-bow

Genshin

Good Place

Gravity Falls

Hazbin Hotel Haikyuu

Helluva Boss Heart Break High ??? Invader Zim

Inside Job

JJK

Little Nightmares League of Legends Loony Tunes MLP

Monster High

Marble Hornets

Murder Drone My Street

My Inner Demons

(I do not support Jess but I still like the role plays due to them being apart of my childhood)

MPHFPC

Nimona RAMSHACKLE Scatter Shot Nine Sally Face

South Park

^ ( + Hell Park AU)

Spiderman

Star Rail

Stray

The Slenderverse

Saiki K

Sanrio

Sk8 infinity

Tokyo Revengers

The Owl House One Piece One Punch Man

TMNT

The Amazing Digital circus

Tribe Twelve

Trolls

Turning Red

The Boondocks

Undertale

Villanous

Valorant

Victorious

Welcome Home

Winx

We bear bears Wuthering Waves

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ Brights Map! ˊˎ˗

#tag list #masterlist #Arcane #Alice In borderland #adventure time #animal crossing #blue lock #clone high #COD #C.R.K #cookie run kingdom #Demon slayer #FNAF #Fran-bow #Genshin #Gravity falls #Hazbin hotel #Haikyuu #helluva boss #Invader Zim #Inside Job #JJK #Little Nightmares #League of Legends #Loony Tunes #MLP #Monster High #Marble Hornets #Murder Drone #My Inner Demons

[thatmooncake]

More of a note to self I guess but I’m working on an AU idea with @flinxypie where Sun and Moon are theme park mascots with little gimmicky powers

Sun can animate toys and plushify things …and people 👁👁

Moon can manipulate dreams ala Somniphobia because who isn’t weak for dreamscape misadventures that showcase inner demons and all that good stuff?

When they’re both sharing a body, the inactive one can still skitter around in a little plush form of themselves causing mischief and mayhem

While Moon is weakened by the light and Sun is weakened by the darkness, it doesn’t always instantly trigger a switch for about a million little reasons best summarised as them being a little glitchy after some of the things they’ve been through

More to come soon I hope!

#oh and they’re both insanely lonely #fablespeaks #magical mascots au? #magical mascots au

[yuarose]

#inner park au #inner demons park au #Damien Thorn Morningstar #drawing #concept art #practice #lighting

[onlyforpjm]

TRENDING NOW

PJM

The Weekend Massacre

WRITTEN BY jimlingss 

Words: 19.7k

Genres: 90% Angst, 10% Action?, Serial Killer!AU

Summary: Receiving an invitation to a party, Jimin finds himself in a room of serial killers and a game to see who can gain the most notoriety.

Warning: vomiting, toxic relationship, murder, gore, homeless abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, cults, mutilation etc. I don’t condone the actions of my characters.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: BOY OH BOY, when i tell you this was a story soooooooooo different from what i usually read but it is SO GOODD, i am so used to sappy couple happy ending stories and honestly this was a refreshing break from my usual readings 

A Kiss of Poison

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

Words: 29.2k

Genres: Angst, A Pinch of Fluff, But Still Mostly Angst

Summary: You are the princess of the kingdom, ready to marry the prince/your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook. But when you visit the forest one last time, an unsightly witch curses you. Now you wait for your prince’s rescue—but someone else might just beat him to the punch instead.

Or alternatively….

In fairytales, the prince saves the princess from the evil witch. No one ever expects the princess and the witch to be the same person.

Warnings: gruesome and horrifying details, curses, lots of sad times, details of deformations, blood.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: wow, all i can say is wow because this is not your typical fairytail story and i love it, y/n being slightly evil? SIGN ME UP and if you couldnt tell i adore jimlingss writings

The Iron Ring

WRITTEN BY sailoryooons

pairing: fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader

summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.

words: 92,681

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: oh my lord, i literally stayed up to finish this. its such a satisfying slow burn, and jimin in this story ommmmmggggggg i wish i could brain wash myself and re read this over and over, also the plot??!?!?!? so creative sailoryoons is so talented

emerald fire

WRITTEN BY mygnolia

summary: flames in your raging fire don’t burn out as fast as you think they do, and you don’t expect your relationship with someone like park jimin to ignite as fast as it does.

pairing: park jimin x reader (fem)

genre: enemies/rivals to lovers, mostly fluff

au: top students, hogwarts/hp/wizarding community

words: 19k

warning: cursing! explicit language! misunderstandings, low insults they don’t really mean, minor injury to side character, family emergencies

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: my absolute favorite writing of all time. i absolutely knew nothing about the harry potter universse before reading this but NOW? baby im hooked, jimin is so sweet and so kind i wanna cryyyy. also i am most definitely a slytherin ;)

Lovely Demons (M)

WRITTEN BY kpopfanfictrash

pairing: Jimin / Reader (female)

genre:  Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers / Princes of Hell!AU / Witch!AU

words: 41,774

warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, dirty talk, oral (female), condom-less sex (with mention of other protection), breast play.

Graphic injuries occur to main characters throughout the story. There are action/fight scenes.

Summary:   As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: i lost sleep over this writing and IT WAS WORTH IT, this specific story revived my love for reading ffs and who doesn’t love an enemies to lovers??

JJK

A Piece of the Moonlight

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

 Words: 22.1k

Genre: Angst, tad of Fluff, Historical, Mulan!Au

Summary: For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

Warnings for underlying misogynistic themes, blood, war and death.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: sigh all i can do is sigh,  heartbreaking, and the end

 :(((((((((( atleast we had some closure 10/10

#fic recs #bts fic rec #bts fic recs #im so picky with my stories #bts ff #jimin ff #pjm ff #park jimin ff #jungkook ff #jeon jungkook ff #jjk ff

[gimmethatagustd]

fic recs | pjm

updated june 9, 2022

💀 angst

🌸 fluff

🔥 smut

✨ favorite - aka fics that have me in a chokehold

cloud nine - @suga-kookiemonster 💀🔥✨ horror

↳ “he’s here again,” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot–devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room.

flowers & sex - @7deadlysinsfics  🌸💀🔥✨  fwb/f2l

↳ you’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

do i wanna know? - @lookingforluna 💀🔥 established relationship

↳ Who knew a pair of red lacy panties could cause so much trouble? Definitely not Jimin. After returning from a long day at the studio, an outburst from you is definitely the last thing he expected. Words get thrown around and things begin to get heated between the two of you. 

hooked - @parkdatjimin 🔥 college au

↳ things get carried away with the campus good boy after you agree to help him have some actual fun at a party. but hold up now because you're not the one supposed to be hooked.

love the way you wear that - @here2bbtstrash 🔥 trans m!jimin

↳ you can’t resist the handsome stranger that approaches you at your favorite gay bar, especially not when he’s wearing that skirt.

what it’s like - @jimilter 🔥✨ college au

↳ You’ve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how ‘hard he hits’, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.

two in one - @here2bbtstrash 🔥✨ hoseok x reader x jimin

↳ you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

freaky deaky - @jjkeverlast 🔥✨ switch!jimin x switch!reader

↳ you’ve been having casual sex with jimin for a while now, but one night you decide to spice things up.

the midnight pack - @jjungkookislife 🔥 wolf au

↳ Park Jimin had it all; the looks, the brains, the athletic ability, and the pack. As a Senior in college, there’s wasn’t much he cared about except his last spring break coming up in a day and which pack bitch he was going to use to get through his heat so he could actually go out and party on the beach with the rest of the wolves of the Midnight Pack.

turn to stone - @jjungkookislife 🔥 gorgon!jimin 

↳ Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, he’s willing to give it another go.

lovely demons - @kpopfanfictrash​  🌸💀🔥 prince of hell!jimin 

↳ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

temple of adonis - @yoon2k​ 🔥 adonis!jimin x phoenician!reader

↳ Swearing your life to serving as a priestess in the Temple of Jimin, your city’s patron god, is no easy duty – especially made difficult when you have a run-in with the coquettish god.

#jai's recs #masterlist

[ladyhoneydee]

masterlist

Find me on ao3 (LadyHoneydee) or FFN (Lady Honeydee) if you're a fanfiction dinosaur like me lol

this peppermint winter, this marshmallow world Legend of Zelda | zelink | <6k oneshot | College/University AU A hot beverage, a cold winter's night, a long walk... Revelations abound between best friends Link and Zelda as the snow falls.

An Afternoon in Dalite Forest Legend of Zelda | queerplatonic zelink | 3.5k oneshot | post- TotK Link and Zelda stop for a picnic on their way up to Mount Satori. Unfortunately, not all trees in this neck of the woods are friendly...

A Werewolfos and a Demon Priestess Walk Into a Bar Legend of Zelda | zelink | 4k oneshot | Modern AU Link and Zelda, fellow actors at the Dark Realm haunted amusement park, go on their first date: a picnic beneath one of the roller coasters.

With Your Hand in My Hand Legend of Zelda | zelink | 6k oneshot | Multi-game Sometimes, a soulmate is the person whose hand you reach for, over and over again. A collection of vignettes exploring one love over the course of many lifetimes.

the gears of time turn on Legend of Zelda | character study | 1k oneshot | BotW A glimpse into the life and mind of Purah during the one hundred years prior to Link's awakening in the Shrine of Resurrection.

Of Anguish and Apple Fritters Legend of Zelda | zelink | 900 word oneshot | Modern AU On bad brain nights, Zelda finds refuge in the quiet comfort and warmth of her local donut shop, and its owner, Link.

hideaway Legend of Zelda | zelink | 1k oneshot | OoT happy ending Queen Zelda and Consort Link escape to their bungalow hideaway in Termina and enjoy some sweet, sweet cuddle time.

Skin Care Legend of Zelda | zelink | 1.5k oneshot | Modern AU Link and Zelda spend a loving Valentine's Day night in after a long workday, complete with a lot of tender touching.

SWEET TALK Legend of Zelda | zelink | 2k oneshot | Modern BotW AU Link attempts to convert Zelda into being a chaotic lover of conversation hearts just like him. It does not go as intended.

Sweet Nothing Legend of Zelda | zelink | 1.5k oneshot | post BotW/TotK Years after their adventures and traumas, newlyweds Zelda and Link spend a quiet night at home in Hateno.

Here For Nadir Legend of Zelda | zelink | 7k oneshot | Skyward Sword On the eve of the year's longest night, Link brings an absent Zelda a present, and has some conversations that cast light on his most precious relationship.

I Like You a Latte Legend of Zelda | zelink | 6k oneshot | College/University AU First years Zelda and Link meet when Link asks Zelda for directions, and Zelda asks Link out for pumpkin spice lattes.

Too Old to Keep Legend of Zelda | Zelda & Link | 7k oneshot | Kokiri AU Zelda spends a spooky evening getting lost and scared in the woods and eventually meets Link, a kokiri, who makes her an intriguing offer.

Matching Set Legend of Zelda | zelink | 3k oneshot | Modern AU Life partners Zelda and Link spend a domestic morning together involving laundry, doughnuts, and a lot of skinship.

Bloom and Grow Legend of Zelda | zelink | 5k oneshot | Modern AU Meet-cute wherein botanist Zelda comes across sous-chef Link at the top of a hike up to Lover's Pond. Flirting ensues.

Just Fine (but i'm calling out) Legend of Zelda | zelink | 4k oneshot | Modern AU Zelda and Link may have broken up, but she's seeing him around more then ever, much to her inner turmoil.

Kiss Me Maid-Sama! | Misaki/Takumi | 2k oneshot Takumi and Misaki are chilling at his apartment one night, and things get a little emotionally available.

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It's here...

October 13th…

PARK JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY!

To celebrate our Jiminie's birthday, Bangtan Fic Archive has gathered some of our favorite Jimin fanfictions into a BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA MASTERLIST!

Featured are Park Jimin fanfictions from various genres and au's for your enjoyment. Check them out and don't forget to give the author's some love!

Enjoy!

🎂Taboo Attachment by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

→Young innocence and an unhealthily stupid-lack of common sense lead to you accidentally summoning a demon on your 13th birthday. Somehow agreeing and forming some contract with the said demon, they disappear and so does your memory of it. 10 years later and finally financially stable enough to start college, you wake up with an ash-grey ring in your right ring finger. Despite your efforts, the ring will absolutely not come off. Now, all of a sudden your demon returns and apparently 13-year-old you got yourself engaged to this demon man. | PG-13 | fluff | violence | angst |

🎂 Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash

→ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself. | M | smut | fluff | angst | romance |

🎂 Beneath the Water by @jungshookz

→ His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck? | PG-13 | fluff | angst | humor | violence |

🎂 Cry Me A Galaxy by @army-author

→ In the emergency room on Christmas Eve, a celestial being comes to answer your whispered prayer. | PG-13 | angst |

🎂 The Voice In My Head by @fresh-outta-jams

→ Soulmate AU | PG | fluff | angst |

🎂 Unorthodox by @chaoticneutralwriter

→ You can’t tell whether you’re fortunate or not to have a guardian demon who thinks it’s funny to go around looking like your idol crush BTS’ Park Jimin. Writing Prompt; Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective. | PG-13 | fluff | angst | horror | violence | romance |

🎂 Baby Bear by @an-exotic-writer

→ You look forward to coming home to your boyfriend in his human form. | G | fluff |

🎂 Blessing and a Curse by @btsmosphere

→ You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life… | PG-13 | fluff | angst | romance | humor |

🎂 Countdown by @army-author

→ Your soulmate watch is set to go off on the same day that you meet BTS with your little sister… | PG | fluff |

🎂 Mon coeur T'appartient by @jiminspjm

→ "Just let me love you." | M | smut | romance | fluff | humor | violence |

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