Watchdog

Watchdog

BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Mafia AU, Violence, Angst, Romance

Words: 17k 

————————- Being kidnapped, then ‘accidentally’ eavesdropping on a lot of Intel that was specifically not for outside ears, was definitely not your way of being ‘recruited’ into the mafia world.  Much less end up with a companion who didn’t seem very fond of you, but stuck guarding and watching you.  A Watchdog sort of man he was, and almost entirely too suffocating.

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Many romances start in school, whether it be in high school, college or even on rare occasions middle school crushes.  It can be at work that love blossoms or by chance on the street somehow.  When younger generations would ask a couple how they met, they would smile and reminisce as they would begin to tell their own personal fairy tale.

Instead of meeting your one and only, all you got was a blunt hit to the back of the head.  Proceeded with waking up tied down to a chair, as well as your ankles, and a blindfold covering your eyes. All topped off with the sound of men squabbling on about whatever, leaving you with a rising tempter just wishing to be tested.

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I Will Not Lose!

Words: 6290

Genre: Fluff (maybe a bit too much haha), Magic!Au

Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

Jeon Jungkook…

Sitting in the center of an intricate alchemy circle drawn with chalk - on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, you can only begin to question - how did this even happen?

The mess had started with some sort of argument you had with him weeks ago. It was vague in your memory, only certain fragments were still intact.

“Y/N…She’s really beautiful isn’t she?” You overhear Jimin’s voice.

“Meh.” Jungkook answers with a shrug.

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agust d ft. j-hope when? 

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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BTS / Mafia AU - Your first kiss after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Sooo here is a request ❤❤  Exo or Bts Mafia Au .. (Again with arranged marriege) buuutt this time like the first time they kiss you or your wedding night .. Btw love your blog 😊😊            

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! 💕

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7

WARNING: some strong language & sexual themes.

Jin

It felt like this night was going on forever. You hated public gatherings but this was far worse than anything you could have imagined. You said hi to at least fifty people in the last ten minutes alone.

The only thing that made this night a little less exhausting was the fact that Jin wasn’t leaving your side. He had his hand on your waist and politely guided you around, expertly avoiding people he didn’t like so neither of you would have to say hi to them.

“I’m probably having the worst night of my life,” you admitted, sipping your third glass of champagne and still feeling as sober as ever.

“Come on, am I really that bad?” Jin asked with a half-smile.

“It’s not you,” you said. “It’s the people. They’re all so boring. And this ball, in general. What’s the point of it? If it’s to bore me to death, then it succeeded.”

Jin laughed at this. “I might know a solution to your problem.”

“Oh?” you looked at him, suddenly very interested. “At this point, I’m up for anything.”

“Let’s go, then,” Jin said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He pulled you to the back of the venue, next to the kitchens, where he opened one of the cupboards the janitors used and revealed his very own secret stash of alcohol. Gasping in excitement, you grabbed the first bottle you saw.

“If I get too drunk to walk, do you promise you’ll help me get home?” you asked before opening the bottle.

Jin laughed. “Always.”

You nodded, opening the bottle and taking a swig without bothering about glasses.

“Okay, easy, now,” Jin warned, after noticing that you haven’t stopped drinking and there was now less than half of the liquid left in the bottle.

You finally pulled the bottle away, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and smiled at him.

“Now this ball seems much better,” you told him with glittering eyes while Jin grabbed the bottle from your hands and finished it off.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the two of you were so drunk that you couldn’t see straight and all of a sudden, everything seemed ten times as hilarious. You were both surprised to learn that both of you were very cuddly when drunk.

You walked down the venue hand-in-hand, or stopped in the middle of the room to cuddle, making people stop and stare with smiles on their faces.

“Young love,” people from older generations muttered as they watched the two of you laugh at the way Jin’s bow tie spun when he moved it.

Soon, however, you raised your eyes from Jin’s bow tie to meet his eyes, and slowly your laughter died down. Jin stopped moving too, once your eyes met.

It felt like a special moment passed between you two. Everything was no longer funny. Instead of that, both of you felt the indescribable urge to feel each other’s lips.

You raised your hand, clumsily brushing it along his cheek and touching his lips. Jin whimpered at your touch and grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

Another moment passed.

And then finally, Jin leaned in, connecting your lips and sparking an energy so strong that it felt as if the lights of the venue had gone out for a moment. As you felt his lips on yours, you felt such a grandiose feeling; it was as if this was everything you’ve waited for in life. The culmination of the movie. The highest peak of your story.

Jin pulled away momentarily, taking your face into his hands.

“Take a deep breath,” he said to you, breathlessly. “Because I’m going to kiss you again, but this time, I’m not pulling away.”

Suga

It was your first proper date after the wedding and the two of you looked like you were two teenagers out on a first date.

Yoongi had shyly asked if he could hold your hand and you blushed before agreeing. You had never imagined that a man as dangerous as him could also be so soft and caring. But he kept on surprising you. Like, when you sat down for some ice cream and he carefully brushed the ice cream from the side of your mouth, forcing your heart to race. Or how he moved you to a side when a careless boy on a bike drove through a puddle and almost splashed you.

Then, once the date was nearing the end and the two of you were almost home, Yoongi stopped suddenly.

“You know what I just realized?” he asked.

“What?”

“That I’m going to miss a crucial part of a date,” he said. “I can’t walk you home. Because we live together.”

You laughed at this. “Is it really that crucial?”

“Of course! That’s when the kiss happens!”

A smile spread across your face at this, causing Yoongi to smile back at you.

“Well, you can walk me to my bedroom…” you suggested. “And if things go right, I might invite you in for some coffee…”

“Coffee, huh?” Yoongi’s smile was now from ear to ear. “I love drinking coffee in bedrooms.”

You laughed at this and both of you continued to walk until you reached your house. Then, with glittering eyes, the two of you headed up the stairs and stopped just outside of your bedroom.

“I feel a lot of pressure right now,” Yoongi admitted, laughing a little.

You smiled. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted you with a reassuring nod. “Believe me. I really want to.”

You had nothing to reply and suddenly the only sound in the hallway was the loud beating of both of your hearts. Somehow, they managed to find a rhythm.

Yoongi leaned into you and finally touched your lips with his own, and the two of you moved in perfect synchronization with the beat of your hearts. Neither one of you needed air anymore. You were breathing each other.

Yoongi pulled away a moment later. “Was that right?”

You smiled, remember the conversation you had earlier. Slowly, you turned the handle of your bedroom door, allowing him to enter.

“It was more than right,” you said, waiting until he stepped inside. “I want you to do that again.”

You closed the door and watched Yoongi turn around to face you. “I can do so much more than that.”

J-Hope

Hoseok was acting weird. He seemed distant and unhappy. You tried to give him some space, thinking that maybe he was just stressed and anxious about a job he had to do. But two weeks later, he still walked around the house with a sullen expression. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hoseok,” you said, as the two of you sat at the dinner table next to each other. “You’ve been poking your food for the past fifteen minutes. What’s wrong?”

Hoseok raised his head and looked at you with a spaced-out expression. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“No, something is definitely wrong,” you disagreed. “You’ve been weird. I thought you’d get better but you just seem to be getting worse. Seriously, what’s wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Hoseok put the cutlery down and sighed. “I don’t think this is working.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What is?” you asked slowly. “Are you talking about us?”

Hoseok nodded.

“I don’t know why you’re even with me,” he said dryly. “My family doesn’t even make that much money in comparison to others. And I’m just not good enough for you. You could do so much better.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to this. “What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s what I’ve come to realize. I don’t want to trap you here like we’re living in some modern-life Beauty and the Beast. You can leave if you—”

Groaning, you got up from your seat, grabbed your face in his hands and placed a kiss on his mouth, effectively shutting him up. When you pulled away a second later, Hoseok looked like he’s been shaken to the core.

“I’m sorry I just did that,” you said. “But I’m also not sorry at all. I don’t know why you’re suddenly saying any of those things, but I don’t want to leave. Why would I? You’re everything I could want and more.”

Hoseok just blinked as if he had completely lost the ability to speak.

“You don’t want to leave?” he asked quietly a few minutes later.

“Of course not!” you said, almost angry now. “Why would I ever want to leave? I’m not stupid, I know very well I’d never find anyone as caring, as humble, and as beautiful as you.”

Hoseok swallowed. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I’m not,” you said. “I’m saying that to make you see that everything you said before was complete nonsense and—”

“Can you kiss me again?”

“I—yes. Yes, I can.”

And you did. Many times. Over and over. And you would have kissed him as many times as he wanted if only that helped him see that he was the one for you. Even though you didn’t choose to marry him, you wouldn’t have traded what you had with him for anything.

RM

You and Namjoon were cuddling on the couch in the living room, watching a third action movie in a row. If the first two kept you at the edge of your seat, this last one was basically putting both of you to sleep. The action and drama were still there, but you two were simply too tired to experience any adrenaline.

With hazy eyes, you raised your head from Namjoon’s chest to check if he was awake, and were surprised to find him already staring at you.

“Hi,” you said lamely and saw him smile at this.

“Hey,” he replied. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Don’t,” Namjoon said, wrapping his arms around your waist under the blanket that covered you both. “Let’s stay like this.”

“But aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I’m also comfortable here. Like this.”

You smiled in content, raising your head again to place a quick thank-you kiss on his cheek, only Namjoon turned his head. You gasped in shock when your lips came in contact with his, but you were too tired to jump away from him.

You pulled away a few centimeters to look at him and saw his shocked face.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to—” you started.

“Can I?” Namjoon cut you off. “Kiss you, I mean. On the lips. Please?”

Swallowing, you nodded, and after a few quick – but torturous – moments, his lips touched yours again. Neither one of you pulled away now, as he held your lips between his in a kiss that none of you realized you’ve been waiting for.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as the movie playing in the background seemed to go silent, and the only important sound in the room was the sound of your hearts beating against each other in your chests, and the sound of your lips brushing against each other in heated kisses. And this created a melody so beautiful that both of you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives.

Jimin

All through the concert that Jimin sneaked you into, you couldn’t believe that it was truly happening. You were seeing your favorite band perform live only because your husband dared to risk his reputation and his safety by dragging you out of the house, despite his family’s protests.

You knew very well the two of you were going to get into a lot of trouble. You could be kicked out of the house. Out of the family, even.

But as you listened to your favorite song play and watched the reflection of the stage lights in the eyes of the light-haired boy next to you, you didn’t care about anything that was going to happen after tonight.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jimin told you all of a sudden.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve been looking at him all of this time. “Why not?”

“Because this look in  your eyes makes me want to kiss you.”

Overwhelmed by the wide range of emotions you’ve been experiencing, you exhaled slowly, and told him, “Do it,” in a challenging tone.

Jimin wasted no time, pulling you closer to him, and capturing your lips between his before you could change your mind. But you weren’t going to. You were just scared of not getting enough of him, because the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours and his hands roaming up and down your sides, was addicting.

When Jimin pulled away, you saw need in his eyes, and you were sure he saw the same thing in yours.

“Kiss me again,” you whispered.

And he did.

He kept kissing you through every song, and even the songs that you didn’t like very much became your favorite ones when his lips were on yours.

Once the concert was over, and you asked Jimin what his favorite part of the show was, he turned to look at you, and with no hesitation whatsoever, replied, “You.”

V

Taehyung had already told you that he didn’t want to date anyone else. And yet, despite knowing that he took his marriage seriously, you still felt insecure.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to go to the ball with me,” Taehyung said, already standing in a suit, on his way out of the door. “It would be really rude of us if I showed up alone since we were both invited.”

“Tell them I’m sick or something,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“No, but tell me the reason why you don’t want to go,” Taehyung continued to push you. “Is it because of me? Do you not want to appear in public with me or something?”

You looked down. “No. It’s rather the opposite.”

“What?” Taehyung frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? You think I don’t want to go out with you?”

You didn’t answer that but you didn’t have to. He understood.

“Y/n, please tell me the reason why you refuse to go to this ball with me isn’t because you think you’re not worthy of me or something,” he said. “Because if it is, then it’s the most stupid reason ever.”

“It’s not stupid,” you told him, finally daring to look up at him again. “Look, if you weren’t stuck being married to me, you could have anyone you want. So, frankly, I just don’t understand why are you even wasting your time with me.”

“First of all, I’m not wasting my time. Second of all, I’m not stuck. I could get out of this marriage if I wanted to. But I don’t.”

“Right. You say that now but your opinion might change,” you said. “Maybe you just don’t realize that you’re out of my league and that under normal circumstances, I’d never have a chance with you. You’d never want me and—”

Your words got stuck in your throat when you felt his lips on yours.  Not pulling away to give you a chance to calm your heart down, Taehyung kissed you harder, trying to show you how wrong you were.

When he finally pulled away, he gave you a small smile. “Sorry. I just didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

“T-that’s okay,” you stuttered.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he said then. “And I can’t believe I only dared to finally kiss you when you thought I would never.”

“I’m—” you started but were cut off again.

“If you tell me you don’t believe me when I tell you that I want you, I’m going to have to kiss you again,” he warned. “And I might not pull away this time.”

“B-but the ball…”

“Fuck the ball,” Taehyung said. “I want you to know how much I want you.”

Jungkook

Jungkook kept walking around the house with his head down, seemingly deep in thought. Even when he was talking to you. Actually, especially when he was talking to you. He wouldn’t even raise his eyes to meet yours.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” you asked him one night when the two of you were hanging out in his bedroom, watching movies. “Last time you looked at me was two centuries ago.”

Jungkook turned his head but didn’t raise his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean look at me,” you said.

“I am,” he replied, but his eyes were on your waist.

“Look me in the eyes,” you said with a groan.

Jungkook bit his lip and slowly allowed his gaze to climb up your body and stop on your eyes.

“Okay, good,” you nodded encouragingly, all while keeping eye contact with him, afraid that if you blinked, he’d look away again. “Now tell me what’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem,” Jungkook insisted but his eyes left yours again.

Sighing, you removed your hands from under the blanket and raised them to cup his face and turn him to look at you. You watched his cheeks turn rosy under your hands at this unexpected action.

“You know what your behavior kind of reminds me of?” you asked him, suddenly smiling.

Jungkook shook his head, not answering.

“Little boys in elementary school. Like, when they have a crush on someone and they’re so scared of that someone finding out. They just steal glances and then completely ignore their crush if a conversation arises.”

Jungkook swallowed slowly. “Are you calling me a little boy?”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” you shrugged your shoulders, letting his face go.

All of a sudden, just as you were removing your hands from his face, Jungkook grabbed your wrists, pushing you backward – so you were forced to lie down on your back – and towering above you.

“I’m not a little boy,” he said, his rosy cheeks now replaced with dilated pupils and an expression so focused, you felt shivers run down your body.

Not sure if you’ll find your voice, you leaned up closer to him. “Prove it.”

Within seconds of these words leaving your mouth, Jungkook roughly placed his lips on yours, forcing you to lie back down on the bed. As you kissed him back, already feeling the lack of air in your lungs, you knew that this wouldn’t end with just kissing. Jungkook was going to prove it to you and he was going to prove it good.

tell me your secrets (I’m all ears)

excerpt: You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too. (Shifter au, Bun Kook)

rating: Gen

genre: fluff, romance, humor, shifter au

length: 6.5k

a/n: bun kook makes a return to tumblr :) i need to edit it later, sorry for any typos <3 [Originally posted January 2017, pre-hiatus]

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For a freshman, Jeon Jeongguk was a mountain of a boy. 

You’d noticed that the second he’d walked into the second-level composition class when his shoulders just barely cleared the door frame, thickly corded muscle hidden beneath the laughable coverage of a black t-shirt and faded jeans, and for a second time had stood still when he’d paused at the bottom of the stairs, surveying the classroom for a seat. You’d looked over your shoulder curiously, and for all the silence in the classroom you could hear the sound of at least ten couples breaking up over text and an almost deafening burst of sexual tension sweep through the nine rows of the small auditorium. 

You curled your nose, slightly repulsed at the wave of pheromones that began to dust the air like too-sweet perfume, and wished you could head back to your little apartment and fumigate your sinuses. Your nose started twitching, growing pink and more rounded in the outskirts of your sight, so you rubbed at it to stop the itching and forced back the impulse to shift forms. Most rabbit shifters get a bit antsy around more predatory shifters, but you’d managed to break out of your tiny, bunny-friendly town in Busan and make it to Seoul University in a class of over six thousand carnivores, and fuck if you’d let anyone intimidate you at this point.

When the smell finally started to get to you, you pulled your sweater over your nose and blinked away the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, before jumping a foot in your seat when a textbook and notebook slammed onto the table next to you. 

Jeongguk at least had the decently to look slightly sheepish when he caught sight of your wide eyes and stiff back, muttering as he slouched into the seat, “Sorry, heavier than I thought.”

You stared at him for a second before giving a simple nod back, scooting your notebook and pencil case slightly closer to you. The tinkling of your many keychains catches his attention, dark eyes glancing over at the case and then narrowing slightly, like he’s annoyed at the sound. You huff slightly, forcing back the instinctual urge to hide at the appearance of a larger shifter, and play with the keychains as you wait for the professor to arrive to make a point. 

You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of chibi Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Smol could be pretty fucking powerful too.

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