BTS Reaction To: Your Child Interrupting Them During A Meeting (Mafia!Au)

BTS Reaction To: Your Child Interrupting Them During a Meeting (Mafia!Au)

Summary: your child interrupts your mafia husband during their meetings.

Warnings: obvs mafia au so … you should know what comes with that, fluff, angst?, and cuteness

Request: Hi! can you please do an imagine/reaction on Mafia! bts where their child comes in during a meeting? you can make up the names for their child too if you want :) thank you!

Notes: i have missed mafia aus, this request was so cute

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dad!jk letting fascinated son play with his earrings and long hair (and depending on age baby saying he wants long hair and earrings just like dad)

y’all i love the parents au lol. i decided to write a small drabble about this one :) threw in tattooed jk for the culture 

It didn’t take long for Jungwoo to start fiddling with his dad’s ears. It was a natural attraction really. His dad frequently wore long dangly silver earrings that flashed whenever the sunlight hit them, a glare that caught his curious four-year-old gaze. And like a crow drawn to sparkly things, Jungwoo hands often wandered towards his daddy’s face, tiny chubby fingers clasping onto the cool metal desperately. Jeongguk tolerated the invasion of space simply because the awe in his son’s face made his chest warm. It was one the small things he loved about being a father, the look of pure adoration in his son’s face made every difficult thing about parenting worth it. But today Jungwoo’s curiosity is different, he’s poking his earlobes with intent, squeezing the flesh around his piercings hard and then doing the same on his own ear. You’re across the living, nose buried in a novel Eungjung had recommended you but your eyes keep flicking towards your son and husband, intrigued by his mannerisms.

Jeongguk is unbothered, fingers tapping swiftly over his laptop keyboard, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He’s slumped on the floor, giving Jungwoo the perfect advantage to clamber onto the couch so he can pester his father. He’d been messing around with the train set strewn across the living room floor but the reflection of Jeongguk’s screen on his earrings had garnered his attention rather quickly.

It takes you a moment, to pick out the gentle whispering floating out of his little mouth over the droning of the cartoon on the TV.

“One…Two…Three…” He gently presses Jeongguk’s piercings and then does the same on his own ear again. Repeating the behaviour you’d watched him do for the past five minutes. But then he abruptly stops, round face briefly obtaining a dreamy element as he imagines something. There’s a bright glow in his eyes as his hands sneaks into the long dark locks of Jeongguk’s hair. He plays with it for a moment, tapping his father’s head fondly. But then he tugs it rather hard.

“Daddddy! I have a question.”

Jeongguk’s hand comes around Jungwoo’s chubby one, gently pulling his son’s fingers out of his hair. “Jungwoo, remember what daddy said about pulling people’s hair? Did I say it was a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Bad,” Jungwoo mumbles back. “Sowwy.”

Jeongguk turns, lifting his hand to ruffle his son’s hair. “That’s right, bubs. Apology accepted. What’s your question?”

Jungwoo lights up at that, brown eyes glittering. “When do I get holes in my ears? When I’m an adult, like you and mommy?”

That catches your attention and Jeongguk splutters a soft chuckle from across the room, a tiny smile on his lips.

“What?” There’s still hidden laughter in his voice.

“Holes?” Jungwoo tugs at his ears. “Wike you, daddy.”

“Oh.” He laughs, snatching Jungwoo up and pulling him into a tight hug, His laptop gets sent to the ground with that movement, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind. Jungwoo giggles into the crock of his father’s neck, a sound that makes your heart feel full. “You want piercings? Like daddy?”

He nods his tiny head, the brown curls on his head bouncing with the motion. “Wike daddy,” He affirms, hands going straight for his dad’s long hair. “And I want my hair long! It’s too short,” He frowns. “I want to be cool wike daddy.” Jeongguk catches your eyes, his cheeks tinged rose and a broad grin on his face. You smile back, unable to stop the little giggle that escapes your lips.

“You’re going to have to ask mommy for permission, bubs. If she says yes we can your ears pierced. Is that okay?” Jungwoo nods hard, a bashful smile on his lips. And then his grabbing at Jeongguk’s arms, fingers tracing over the black ink marks etched on his father’s skin.

“Can I get these too? I want drawings on my skin!” It’s an innocent question but he’s shocked by the loud laugh that comes from his father’s mouth.

“I think mommy’s going to say no to that one bubs.”

Jeongguk with a big dick anf big heart and big stupid head and he’s dumb

His face is hidden in your neck, you can feel his pout against your skin. Though you pity him a little, it’s rather funny how oblivious Jungkook is.

“I didn’t know she was flirting with me, I’m sorry...” he sniffles and you coo, assuring him it’s fine. He’d only realised the pretty blonde in the club was flirting when she literally copped a feel on his dick. That’s when you had to step in, poor baby had frozen up.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re too dumb,” you snicker and Jungkook whines.

“Am not...” he moves to hover over you and his puffy eyes are making your heart break. He’s just too sensitive. “Can I make it up to you?” Jungkook asks, blinking owlishly at your face.

“How?” You tease, scrunching your nose when his pink lips come to press against yours.

“You know...” his hands move to hold your hips and you smile, twisting underneath his heavy body. “I wanna... mm... you know,” his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, not wanting to tell you he just wants his cock deep in your guts.

“I don’t know, you have to tell me...” Jungkook groans, instead lifting your hips and slipping your panties down your smooth legs.

“I... I want to fuck you, please?”

beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

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BTS Reaction To: Someone Disrespecting You (Maknae Line)(Mafia!Au)

Summary: someone disrespects you and they don’t put up with it

Warnings: mentions of torture, a newbie saying something very disrespectful and shall be attacked by Jimin, mentions of weapons, mentions of a guy a getting shot, just stuff that relates to mafia!

Notes: this has been sitting in my drafts but since I didn’t update a lot today as planned, I decide to the finish this. And I’m sorry that Jungkooks is shorter than both Taes and Jimins, I just couldn’t think of something for his since I didn’t want it to be like everyone elses!

Maknae Line

Hyung Line

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Jimin:

You have had people disrespect you because of being Park Jimin’s, leader of the most dangerous mafia in South Korea, fiancé. You’ve been told that you’re not worthy enough of being his fiancé and that you’re not strong enough. Of course, Jimin has taken care of those people. But today, you have never had someone go as low as this newbie has done on being disrespectful towards you.

You were sat on jimins lap, running your fingers through his hair to keep his irritation low. It was something he had always had you do to help calm him down and keep his mind level. Every now and then he would place kisses on your neck or give you an Eskimo kiss just because. As you were running your fingers through his hair and giving him neck kisses of your own, one of his new recruiters came in, acting as if he owned the place.

This pissed Jimin off right off the bat. You could tell by his tense posture and low growl of annoyance in his throat, along with his grip tightening on your hip. Ignoring the newbie, you continued on trying to keep Jimin calm, because everyone knew that his temper was short and once he lost it, it’s going to be hell for everyone.

“Is this your bitch?” The newbie asked, chuckling, “she seems ea-“

You were pushed off of jimins lap softly and put behind him so the newbie wouldn’t see you. The sound of jimins gun cocking and his dark sinister laugh had a shiver running down your spine.

“Princess, I’m sorry, but you have to leave. I have to teach this prick a lesson.” Jimin said, turning to look at you.

The crazed look in Jimins eyes told you that this wasn’t going to be a lesson - it’s going to be the guys funeral. It also told you that it was going to take the guys death to bring Jimin back to his normal self and that there was no way of stopping him until that happens.

Taehyung:

Taehyung treated you like a Queen and he expected everyone else to do the same exact thing. In his mind, you were the definition of perfection. He loved you and he made that apparent, so apparent that everyone knew who you were because of how much Taehyung showed you off. He loved showing everyone who made him happy.

Sometimes, him doing that led to negative responses from peers and you tried to ignore those responses, but it was hard doing so because of how much they hurt.

You were sat crying in your guys shared bathroom because you couldn’t handle the backlash you got from everyone. You always had looked at yourself in a negative light, but that began changing when you got with Taehyung. You loved that he wasn’t afraid to show everyone who you were, it was the feedback that you got from it was the downfall for you. You never have been very good with criticism and you wish that you were.

“Baby?” Taehyungs voice asked from behind the door, “why have you been in the bathroom for so long? Is everything okay?” He worriedly asked.

“Y-Yeah! I’m fine, Tae!” Your voice cracked on you and you cursed yourself quietly. Now Taehyung was going to be worried and God knows what he’s going to do when he sees you crying.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, not giving you time to protest before he came barging in. When he saw your teary state, he rushed over to you and kneel down. “Why are you crying, my queen?” He asked you softly, brushing away a tear.

“It’s dumb…” you mumbled.

“No its not if it’s bothering you so much that your crying.”

“Promise you won’t do anything?” You asked, giving him a pointed look before sniffling.

“I promise.” He lied.

You told him what was bothering you and the whole time he kept a composed state just for you. Once you were done, he demanded for you to go to bed. While you were asleep, he began eliminating people you mentioned that had disrespected you and you never once realized that they were gone.

Jungkook:

You’ve seen Jungkook mad before, but not livid. You don’t even know what happened, honestly. You don’t even know what the guy had said that had pissed Jungkook off to the point where he shot the man in the leg. You watched as how your sweet boyfriend turned into a cold hearted person in a split second and that had scared you to death.

“Hoseok, take Y/N to our room, I don’t want her seeing this.” Jungkook ordered, not even looking at you. He was stood over the crying man, a sadistic smile on his face. “It’s about to get really bloody in here tonight.” He began laughing like a mad man.

You don’t know what happened that night, all you remember is Jungkook walking back into the bedroom with blood all over his clothes and a sadated look on his face. You asked him what the man had said, but all he gave you was a deadly look and a reply of “he got what he deserved, no one disrespects my princess like that.”

give and take!couple taking a break from having hardcore sex to be cute and cuddly :) based on this tweet i saw a month ago. roughly 800 words! jk is big baby here. oc is still a hard working textile student!

You’re too nestled in the warm embrace of slumber to hear his sluggish footsteps, eyes closed shut and your comforter wrapped snugly around your frame. There’s also the exhaustion from your day keeping you cemented against the bed-sheets, body turning into mush as it slowly recovers the energy it had lost. Deadlines had forced you to stay in the studio most of the day, exhaustingly weaving a stretch of fabric that was part of your final presentation for this semester. Your fingers were aching as a result and your eyes were sore from the constant strain on them. It was hard to concentrate on such a repetitive task but you’d rather focus on it properly than having to fix a problem or rewarp the entire loom. Jeongguk was kind enough to pick you up after his baseball practise, but it was clear the moment that you climbed into his car that both of you were too exhausted to do anything tonight apart from eating and sleeping. 

That was evident by the prompt manner in which Jeongguk collapsed on your couch after stuffing his face, legs spread apart and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow as he fell quickly into the gentle darkness of sleep. You’d gingerly covered his body with a soft cotton periwinkle blanket, heart warm at the sight of him fast asleep, russet curls tumbling into his face and his face adorably relaxed. You hadn’t thought much about it as you moved to the bedroom and crawled underneath your sheets, eyes already heavy the moment your body hit the bed.

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