In Heat | Knj (m)

In Heat | knj (m)

➳ PAIRING: werewolf!namjoon x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp, a dash of angst at the beginning

➳ WORD COUNT: 4.4k

➳ WARNINGS: oral (f receiving), knotting, slight impreg kink (what kinda werewolf smut would it be without one), rough sex?, dirty talk

➳ SUMMARY: All you really want is a normal relationship. The kind of relationship where he holds you in his arms at the end of the night, but he’s hiding a secret that prevents that.

➳ ALTERNATIVELY: you think he’s cheating but it turns out he’s just a werewolf.

➳ A/N: this is dedicated to all my fellow thirsty werewolf Namjoon enthusiasts who asked for more

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The topic of ‘mating’ and ‘heats’ was never discussed between the two of you. Frankly, Namjoon wanted to keep you far away from anything to do with werewolves. This dark part of his life, the part of himself that he was ashamed of, often caused a rift between the two of you.

He struggled to keep the truth a secret. Those late nights when he’d come home with his blonde hair disheveled and refusing to touch or even speak to you, made you more and more curious as to what was going on while he was away.

He was never intimate either, only allowing kisses to remain above the shoulder and never straying further past your jawline. His touches were fleeting, timid brushes along clothed skin, lingering, but never brave enough to grab for more.

What was it about you that made him so afraid? Was he with someone else? Was it too painful to love you while being in love with another? Is that why he never wanted to touch you?

You often found yourself wondering that over and over as you lie awake at night staring at the ceiling with him snoozing a safe distance away. You’re not nestled in his comforting arms like normal lovers would, surrounded by his warm embrace.

No, it’s cold on your side of the bed and filled with empty thoughts wondering why he won’t love you the way you want him to—touch you the way you want him to.

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Summary: You’d think by now Jeon Jungkook would want nothing to do with you. Estranged childhood friends, you both went your separate ways without much bad blood between the two of you. In fact, you would say there was almost nothing left between the two of you. He could be considered hot air to you, as a matter of fact. That is, until you meet him again.

10 years later since you last saw him, you are suddenly strung along the whirlwind of your life as you meet old and new friends, lovers, and enemies all at once. And would you look at that––You have a new message.

Genre: Text series/novela, Fluff, Humor, Angst (?), Suggestive Content

Word length: It’s a text series. We go by text bubbles here.

Updates: This series is officially finished!! Thank you so much for reading. A possible sequel is in the works, but please be patient. Thank you!

Part 1: Kim Taehyung Decides To Smother You

Part 2: You Get Stalked But Whatever Right?

Part 3: Jeon Jungkook May Or May Not Be A Pervert Who Happens To Play The Drums [cool?]

Part 4: Fuck It’s Park Jimin

Part 4.5: Texts From Last Night

Part 5: Fuck It’s Park Jimin [act 2]

Part 6: You And Kook Have Issues [we don’t?]

Part 7: Fuck It’s Min Yoongi [oh no he’s hot]

Part 8: Min Yoongi Gets It On™

Part 9: Jeon Jungkook’s Girlfriend Must Die

Part 9.5: Texts with Fathers

Part 10: Hailee Wants Kim Taehyung’s [redacted]

Part 11: The Calm Before the (shit)Storm

Part 12: The Calm Before the (shit)Storm [act 2]

Part 13: Meme Team Group Chat

Part 14: Comfort After Tragedies

Part 14.5: Beginning Of The End

Part 15: You Need A Couple for A Couple Costume, Right?

Part 16: Shit Hits The Fan

Part 17: It Was Fun While It Lasted [it gets better]

Part 18: Just When You Thought Things Get Better

Part 19: The World Is Upside Down

Part 20: What Happens Now [Final]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, sorry Namjoon Taehyung and Jin :( Additional Tags: ghost au, Character Death, Haunting, Romance, No Smut, Fluff, Mentions of Murder, mentions of abuse, Drinking, Ghost!Jungkook, kinda sad, Mentions of Violence Summary:

Min Yoongi finally got his new apartment! Excited, he invites his friends over to check it out, but eventually, his happiness is ruined by finding out there was a death of a boy name Jeon Jungkook in his apartment. To try to free his apartment of his spirit, he tried to befriend him in order to get him to move on, but he soon figures that the task at hand would be harder than he expected.

Hopping Mad for You

; Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 9.7k

; Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook

; Synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.

; A/N: This was basically written for @gimmesumsuga, I’m not gonna lie. It’s also based off a bunny hybrid prompt by @hybridfanfiction so thank you! :D It’s my first time writing hybrid fic so…please like and leave a comment, and reblog so other people can read if you’d like it! :)

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“Jungkook, did you not buy any vegetables?” You call out, frowning at the unsurprisingly empty interior of the fridge. In fact, all that remains is a half full carton of almond milk that you’re pretty certain Jungkook has left in there for at least two weeks.

Reaching in and pulling it out, you peer inside and frown as you give it a squeeze. Deciding it’s probably best not to risk it, you keep telling Jungkook to write the date he opens stuff but he just forgets, you pour it out into the sink before disposing of it.

Now you truly have nothing in the fridge, and you ponder for a moment how on earth two people have managed to let it get to this point.

It’s perhaps less surprising for you, given that you’re terrible at cooking and subsist off terrible snacks but Jungkook likes to cook. How has he not noticed that you’ve both run out of food?

“Err…no. But I did buy cookies?” You sigh and roll your eyes at that. It surprises you not, as two years of living with Jungkook as your roommate has taught you that he has odd thought processes sometimes. Even if for the most part, they’re often sweet.

The two of you had begun living together when you’d answered his advert for a roommate. You’d started your Masters degree and needed a place that was cheap, yet close enough to university that you weren’t having to get sixteen forms of public transport.

All he’d asked was that he needed a roommate who would pay on time, was nice and wasn’t too loud. It had seemed simple enough, standard roommate fare if you were being honest. When he’d opened the door though, you’d realised why he didn’t want loud roommates.

Jeon Jungkook was a rabbit hybrid. An American Fuzzy Lop hybrid to be precise, he’d informed you proudly when you’d first met and he’d let you in so you could explore your potential future home.

For a hybrid, he didn’t have too many features from his animal counterpart. There was no tail, which would be adorable, but he did have the distinctive, long and floppy dark brown ears that always made you aww in secret. And sometimes out loud if you were being honest.

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— blue side

➯ You’re all too familiar with the legend that says the dead can walk freely on Halloween. It’s a secret you hold deeply within yourself. When a classmate starts to break down the walls you built so strongly after your boyfriend’s passing, you have to decide if you’re going to remain in the past with the dead, or live among the living.

pairing: jimin x reader; seokjin x reader genre: ghost!au, heavy angst, smut, hurt/comfort, oneshot word count: 16k masterlist » links removed due to tumblr issue

warnings: i really do mean heavy angst, descriptions of violence/death, dark themes, undertones of depression, (underage?) ghost sex (your ghost boyfriend is frozen at seventeen), fingering, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation; also i kind of stole some ghost lore from the k-drama ‘oh my ghost’

“No,” you whispered. You stared at the doctor’s solemn face, not willing to believe what he’d just told you. “No,” you said more loudly, starting to shake your head now. Your mother’s hand tightened comfortingly around your shoulder but it did little to numb the pain gripping your entire being.

“I’m sorry,” the doctor repeated. “We did everything we could.”

The entire world became muffled to you. The sound of Jimin’s parents crying, the wailing of his little brother. The bustling of the hospital around you. The comforting words your parents were murmuring in your ears. You could hear none of it. All you could hear was the screaming inside of you. All you could hear was your heart tearing in two.  

“No,” you said again, tears tumbling down your face. “He can’t be,” you insisted. “No. You’re lying.” You felt your knees start to weaken, your father’s arms coming around you to stabilize you. “I need to see him. He needs to know I’m here,” you sobbed, knowing how futile your words were. Deep, heart-wrenching sobs tore from your chest as you sank to your knees, the chill of the tile floor biting through your tights. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t possible. The world couldn’t exist without him. You couldn’t exist without him.

White noise filled your ears as you collapsed to the floor, sobs wracking your body. Everything went out of focus as your parents and the doctor bustled around you, trying to assess if you were physically sound or not. Frenzied questions were thrown at you. Jimin’s family came to your side. But only one thought churned in your mind. Park Jimin was gone. Your boyfriend—your beautiful, sweet, kind, compassionate-to-a-fatal-fault boyfriend—was gone. How would you ever survive this?

“No,” you sobbed, tears leaking out behind your closed eyes. “No, come back. Please,” you whispered. Coldness nipped at your cheek for the briefest moment. You gasped, eyes shooting open as you sat up in bed, your entire body trembling from your nightmare. You looked around your room desperately, the dawn light leaking in through your curtains illuminating it. But you didn’t see the source of the coldness. Of course you wouldn’t, you thought. You’d have to wait for Halloween for that. 

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Pen Pal I

Summary- As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you.  In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook.  The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.  

Warning- Yandere/Prisoner Jungkook x Reader.  Mature themes.  Mention of mental disorder/

Words; 5.3k

‘Solitude, isolation are painful things and beyond human endurance’- Jules Verne 

“Don’t be nervous.” 

The older man kindly smiled at you, age making a brief appearance in the form of the wrinkles that graced his eyes when lifting his lips into an expression of sympathy.  

Pure fear clawed itself within your stomach, your eyes watering on their own accord and your limbs quivered with panic, the tremors shaking through your entire being.  You ducked your head, not wanting anyone to see your moment of weakness, but also knowing that you couldn’t bear having your unfiltered emotions put under these strangers’ microscopes for them to cruelly dissect for their sick entertainment.  

Your throat felt all too dry, the esophagus was almost trying to strangle you into silence with the way it began to feel parched and scratchy without reasonable cause.  Your chapped lips pursed themselves, another form of your body attempting to quiet you without consent of the owner of said body.

You took a deep breath, although your lungs seemed to have shrivelled up and stubbornly denied any new oxygen.  A choking noise escaped you as you briskly tried to obtain ownership of your missing voice.

“I-I…don’t know where to start.”  

Your voice was bleak and raspy sounding even to you. When the vibration of your own tone pierced your ear drums, you ducked your face even further away from peering gazes. It was the sound of an utterly defeated woman, a broken shell and a foolish imp who is just now suffering her consequences as life finally chose to let the weight of her naive actions crumble her weak frame.  You didn’t deserve any sympathy. Shame dusted your face ruby red, and a hot tear trailed down your pale and fear-stricken face.

“Well, the beginning is always a good place to start any story.”  The father-like man soothed, his voice sounding like thick honey, not too deep or domineering but also thick enough to fill the room with his message.  

You shuddered one last time and gulped down any last fantasies you had of completely running away from this gladiator-like platform into the safety of your humble nest, away from anyone who wouldn’t understand you.  You couldn’t let him win.

“I-I….I have a-always been afraid of the world.”

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