Hybrid Bunny Jungkook Is So Cute!

Hybrid bunny Jungkook is so cute!

Under the Bridge | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader Genre: fluff, smut, slight angst, Hybrid!AU Words: 10.6k+ Warnings: blood, violence (only really at the beginning), some swears, badass MC, SMUT that would probably be considered graphic?? idk Notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Requested by japanesewonderflan: I HAVE A REQUEST!!!!!! 🙌🙌🙌 Can you do a hybrid au! For either Jungkook or Jimin and you just found or bought them and they teach you about the life of a hybrid and what it’s like and then you start to understand but one-day you come home to them in heat????? 😄😄 If you don’t want to do the smut part, that’s fine too, I’m down for just fluff if you’re only comfortable with that. From your love 💙💜💚

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Love this chapter.

Sweeter than Sweet (71)

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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Fluff.  Such fluff.  Author attempts to be funny (with varying levels of success)

Word count: 5K

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Despite whatever reservations the group may have harboured about your wishes to seek out employment when you’d initially voiced them, not one of them had then attempted to interfere with your plans after Hoseok had given his blessings, and for that, you’re truly grateful.  Sure, Jimin had still layered on the warnings to stay alert and stay safe pretty thick - and continues to do so now - but for the most part he’d been nothing but supportive and had seemed sincere in his congratulations when you’d come home with nothing but good news and a bounce in your step following your interview at the bar; a contributing member of society once more.  

‘Interview’ was probably too formal a word for what it was, actually.  What your hiring had actually consisted of was a nervous car ride into town with Taehyung playing chauffeur and what then can only have been a fifteen-minute chat with the manager, Jack, as he’d juggled his attention between you and the patrons.  He’d shuffled up and down the bar to fetch their orders in an impressive display of multitasking, pouring drinks and talking back and forth with you over his shoulder, his smile just as kind as you’d always noted it to be during your many visits over the past few years.   

As luck would have it, Jack’s staffing situation had actually become even more dire since you’d first seen the ‘help wanted’ sign in the window during your visit with Yoongi a few weeks back.  One of his most loyal employees had been taken ill unexpectedly - right in the middle of the holiday season - and didn’t look like likely to return any time soon, so when you’d told him how eager you were to work all the night shifts he had to offer Jack had regarded you like you might just be a dream come true.  No inquiries about whether you’d had any prior experience, just a question of how soon you could start, and within the week you’re already three shifts in and enjoying your new found vocation.

And sure, you might be a little slow at mixing cocktails or pouring pints, and maybe you might’ve accidentally given away a couple of drinks for free when you’d gotten so flustered about having kept someone waiting that you’d forgotten to charge, but honestly, Jack just seems glad of the help.  He doesn’t even inquire as to why you insist on wearing a scarf around your neck throughout the entirety of your shifts, or why you have to pause to occasionally catch your breath when you get a little dizzy; face turning pale.  

It’s at moments such as these that Yoongi will suddenly appear at the bar and ask if you’re alright, emerging from whichever spot he’ll have been loitering in, keeping an eye on your safety throughout the night.  It’s at his insistence that he does so, though he’s promised it won’t be forever; just until you’ve been there a while and they’re confident you’ll be safe.  Secretly, you have a theory that he rather likes coming along with you and losing himself in the anonymity of the crowd, and more than once you’re sure you’ve seen him eyeing up the piano from across the room, fingers twitching as if he’s longing to play again.  You hope that eventually he’ll work up the courage to do so, and when he does you’ll be sure to have a celebratory shot waiting for him at the bar.  

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Beautiful, moving story, looking forward to the next chapter.

Redolent (I)

red·o·lent /ˈredlənt/ adjective strongly reminiscent or suggestive of (something).

“Do you hate me?” “Some days… Maybe not as much as I used to.”

→ Genres: Indie Rocker!Jungkook+BTS, Musician!Reader, Lovers to Enemies to..?, Angst, Smut. → Warnings: Vague smut. → Word Count: 15.2 k. → Summary: You and Jungkook have a past, but the biggest mistake of his life has him losing you in every way. It isn’t until the smell of the unique combination of vanilla and pear blossom for the first time in over a year reminds him of you and your endearing candle obsession that he’s forced to reminisce about what he had, and what he lost. He wants to reconcile, but what if you’re doing just fine without him?

The trunk shut with a slam that sliced through the silence of the dead of night. Jungkook grunted a moment later when Jihyo placed the last box onto the small stack he was already holding. She guided him with a hand on his arm through the underground parking lot of the apartment complex, her giggling echoing off the concrete walls and parked cars when he caught his toe on the lip of the doorway into the stairwell.

“You know, you could be carrying one of these boxes.” He muttered, only half-jokingly, his breath bouncing against the cardboard and fanning back into his face.

“I could,” She chirped over the sound of their trudging footsteps up to the third floor, picking tonight of all nights to move in when the elevator was out of service. “But then who would help you up these stairs?”

“Having one less box in my face would help me plenty.” Jungkook said gruffly, losing his balance and teetering backwards, catching himself on the step below at the last second. He paused just long enough to slip his eyes shut and suck in a long breath, taking in the unpleasant scent of old paint, musty air and several other unpleasant things that he’d rather not put too much thought into identifying, before letting the air out in a huff.

“Oh, don’t be such a grouch.” Jihyo clicked her tongue. “It’s an exciting thing, us moving into our own place.”

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Wow! Love this! Sexy and romantic at the same time.

Threats & Paybacks ; m

“Jeon Jungkook. Art major in the University of Seoul. Passive-aggressive little shit and gamer extraordinaire.

It was that person—that phenomenal specimen of a human—the one you shared a tiny apartment with. No one hated Jeon Jungkook, no one in the entire planet could ever do, for he was lovely all around. You did not hate him. That was not it. The one and only problem Jeon Jungkook presented was that he was a terrible roommate, and that bowl of cereal was the last straw.”

❇ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

❇ Genre: smut / roommate au

❇ Includes: soft d/s dynamics / rough smut / oral / playful overstim / switch!jungkook

❇ Words: 14k

Author’s Note: The editing is minimal, because I find this mess charming. I missed my boy, though. 

cr. The Birth of Venus, 1879. Adolphe-William Bouguereau. 

Jeon Jungkook. Art major in the University of Seoul. Passive-aggressive little shit and gamer extraordinaire.

It was that person—that phenomenal specimen of a human being, with his baggy old jeans and his ever-ruffled, chestnut mane of hair—the one you shared a tiny apartment with. The concise statement fit—if not to perfection, almost—his Twitter description. Jungkook would have never, and this was a fact, corrupted the obnoxiously kitsch aesthetic of his art-oriented Twitter account with a detriment as vulgar as little-shit. Jeon Jungkook? Little Shit? Jamais. If anything, he would include his Overwatch rank—not to brag, he was above that—or a link to his baby-blue aesthetics blog, but admit he was annoying? Never. He would rather die or, to be less extreme, give away his Spiderman collection—and that was expensive.

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What can I say but cats and Jungkook, my weakness. Loved this so sweet.

plans for wedding bands | jjk

⇢ summary: ❛❛i’ve been meaning to propose to you for ages and i have set up the perfect plan but as we’re driving to the restaurant this tiny little cat on the side of the road that you’re determind to save shows up and now everything is ruined oh god what am i gonna do❜❜ (proposal au)

⇢ genre: so much fluff

⇢ word count: 3.32k

⇢ warnings: swearing, mentions of implied sexual content

⇢ note: inspired by something that actually happened to my friend when she went to propose to her gf :’) {also inspired by the fact that i love cats and the idea of marriage, but that’s not as relevant}

Jungkook looks good enough to marry. At the very least, that is certainly how he hopes he looks because if the reverse were true, then he’s in fucking deep shit.

He has wasted the last twelve consecutive hours absolutely agonizing over this. Such self tortures include slathering acne creams and tea tree oil on top of the flaming zit that erupted like a volcano on his chin, burning the tips of his ears with scorching hair straighteners, and ironing his suit four times over just to be sure it is wrinkle-free—and that’s merely what happened this morning.

Today, he woke up at 4 o’clock in the morning with anxious butterflies flapping away in his belly. It is approaching six o'clock in the evening and they have not dwindled so much as multiplied.

The ring is a stone weighing down his pocket, sitting neat and pretty in a little black box. It has been in his possession for six months now, concealed beneath stacks of song lyrics in a locked studio drawer, and will only be making its supreme debut in the matter of a few hours. Jungkook sits on their bed as he runs his thumb over its flat edges and attempts to come to terms with the fact that this is happening, this is really happening, everything could burn and break and disappear, oh God.

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Aah I love this! Please read the other stories in this series. Lets spread a little love for Hobi xxx

Big Bad Wolf

; Wolf Shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit Shifter!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut, teeny tiny angst

; Word Count: 11.7k

; Warnings: Possessive behaviour, dom!Hobi, sub!reader, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex, thigh riding, impregnation kink, breeding kink, sex toy use, biting,

; Synopsis: It’s been months since Hoseok marked you in the frenzy of his heat, and he’s been content and happy with you ever since. But with the stress of college ending and the fact the bond remains uncompleted, what happens when you go into your own heat?

; Wolf Shifter Hoseok Trilogy

Run Little Rabbit

Daddy’s Little Peanut

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Hoseok enjoyed holding your hand. Maybe it wasn’t something that an Alpha wolf like himself should admit to, but he was confident enough in himself that he would happily own his little moments of happiness. Holding your hand was like when he took a deep breath of forest air. Relaxing and comforting.

Which was why he always held it whenever he could, letting his fingers brush against yours slowly before he maneuvered his own into position, interlinking them with yours. If you were both sitting on the couch, or laying on his bed, he’d idly let his thumb rub the soft skin on the back of your hand, tiny thrills of euphoria sparking through him while his wolf huffed with contentment.

He was holding your hand right now, and it felt wonderful and grounding. Particularly when his life didn’t feel very grounded lately. College was ending and with it had come his final exams. Not only that, but he had the worry of his Pack leadership looming over his head and the silent panic over the fact you hadn’t completed the bond yet, nor had you given an indication of whether you would.

It was getting to be a little too much for him, and Hoseok wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Alpha’s were the wolves the rest of the Pack came to with their worries and stresses. But then, who did the Alpha go to when they were equally stressed?

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