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Bring The Fire : YanderePrinces!ot7 x female reader [series] (@bangfantanfic)

The Royal Scandal : YandereKings!ot7 x maid female reader [scenarios] (@angellgguk)

Unmei : ot7 x princess reader [series] (@peachywritess )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒋𝒊𝒏

Mercy : YandereKing!seokjin x female reader [oneshot] (@raggaraddy)

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

Tastes Like Royalty : YandereServant!namjoon x princess reader [ part I ] (@sluttyandere )

Torn Emerald Stockings : YandereKing!namjoon x female reader [ part II ] (@sluttyandere)

𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊

Beloved : YandereKing!yoongi x fem reader [oneshot] (@bang-tan-bitches)

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈

Potrait Of A Prince : DrugaddictPrince!taehyung x female reader [oneshot] (@flowerwrites06)

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏

Tainted : YanderePrince!jimin x female reader [oneshot] (@girl8890)

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

Bloody Love : YandereKing!jungkook x femreader [series] (@hongjoongscafe )

Love Is A Game : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader [series] (@lleldey)

Silver Blades : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader [oneshot] (@jooniyah)

The Dark Prince : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader [series] (@jkeuphoriadreamland)

To Obtain The Flower : YandereKing!jungkook x fem reader [ part I ] (@mingshits )

Primrose : YandereKing!jungkook x fem reader [ part II ] (@mingshits )

Slave 19990319 : YandereAlienprince!jungkook x human! reader [ part I ] (@explicit-tae)

Concubine 19990319 : YandereAlienprince!jungkook x human! reader [ part II ] (@explicit-tae)

You Are My Crown : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader [oneshot] (@redsaurrce )

A Prince With A Ugly Heart : Prince!jungkook x fem reader [series] (@daydreamindollie)

Bow To You : King!jungkook x Queen reader [series] (@flowerwrites06 )

Love Letters : Prince!jungkook x maid reader [oneshot] (@bonny-kookoo )

Crime of Passion [kinktober special]

Crime of Passion : A murder committed in the heat of moment without aiming to actually do it. In other words, to kill a partner under a strong emotional impulse during sex.

Summary : They say it's done in the "heat of passion" without a clear intent to truly commit the crime. And you did it too. Only you did strongly intent and prepared to do it.

Pairing : Husband!jungkook x female reader

Genre : Erotica, Eventual Yandere!

Warnings : Sexual and Yandere themes, dom!fc, dom!jk, lot of edgeplay, blowjob, use of aphrodisiacs, penetrative sex, praising kink, spanking, nipple play, infidelity, murder, torture, fc is crazy at the end but smart to (witch laugh).

WordCount : 1980+

With a pop you let go of his dick.You leaned back panting heavily and looked up at Jungkook through your long lashes. You rubbed the corners of your mouth with the back of your gloved hand, wiping the remaining beads of cum you failed to swallow. A sultry grin bloomed on your face as you glided your hands up his thighs again whilst batting your kitten-like-eyes at your husband who was sprawled out on the leather couch. From your bent position, you kissed the way up his knee and thigh and then quickly pecked the swollen head of his cock which still begged for your attention despite receiving full treatment of warm mouth moments ago.

“Don’t tease me! Just get over here and get it done with!" Jungkook hissed at the sensation. His hooded eyes raking your cleavage as your chemise hung low over your chest.

You rolled your eyes but crawled on him and licked a strip up his throat like a starved kitten. He threw his head back and let out a heavy puff of smoke from the thick cigar in his hand. You dragged your wet plump lips over his Adam's apple which bobbed, feeling your hips grind on him.

"Ahh!..Jungkook." You gasped and purred when you felt your core painfully ghosting over his cockhead which was ready to slide in.

“Don’t torture me, Y/n. Just let me in!” He growled lazily and smacked your ass. 

But you wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible. You didn’t take so much effort just to rush everything.You wanted to make it slow and sensual, almost transcendental.

Your barely covered skin glowed in the golden glaze of the scented candles. The low tune of vinile drowned in the melodies of your moans and his groans as you humped on him. You didn't let him enter you. You wanted to edge him. You rolled your ass sexily and bit hard on your lower lip feeling the rough fabric of his trousers; which you had pulled open in haste; scratch your inner thighs due to continuous friction. 

Your hand slid up into his lustrous hair like a quiet snake and pulled his head to dive in a kiss which turned desperate when he leaned in. Loud smooches and smacks echoed in the dimly lit room. He grabbed your lace cladded ass and smacked it, then he dug his fingers through them to reach your core. You gasped and hid your head in the croon of his sweaty neck. You kissed the mole on his honey skin and moaned loudly in his ear when he pinched your labia.  

“Now you see Y/n, hmm? Dont play with me!” His rum-tinged breath send tingles down your ear.  

You sighed and abruptly stood up. His brows furrowed when he didn't feel you doing what he said and opened his hazy eyes wide.You were just standing there with your hands on your hips. He enamored at the glory of you adorned in a deep burgundy coloured lingerie. Your honey skin glimmered through the dark berry chemise as your ears shimmered with the purple diamonds. Your baby hair was tucked out of your lazily tied bun and your round breast heaved up and down. And the gloves, he absolutely loved when you played the princess. Your tiny hands tucked in the velvet gloves. You could kill with that look.

You were a rare jewel, the black rose in the colourful ones. You were a temptress. His temptress.

 “Fuck sweet thing! You look drop dead gorgeous. Gonna kill me?!!” 

 "Hmm, I might be plotting" You playfully muttered.

It was times like this, when he knew you wished to take the lead. He could feel the exhilaration when you had aggressively pulled his collar and pushed him on the couch just to give him the best blowjob of his life. You wanted to have it your way. And he absolutely loved it. He might as well let you.

But not now when you looked like a goddess he wanted to worship. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. He needed to ravage this fierce beauty of yours. So he pulled you by your hips and cupped your chin to slam his hungry mouth to yours. 

His desperate hands traced every curve and crevice of your body.He picked you up and placed you on the bed whilst he undid the buttons of his floral shirt. By that time, you were already on your hands and knees, offering the perfect sight of your perked up ass on the edge of the bed. Like this, he could easily plummet his cock inside you but what is the fun in that.

He'd like to play the edging game as well.

 He harshly tore away the lace near your core and bowed down to latch on your pussy from behind. His fingers dug in your plush skin of your buttcheeks and smacked them while his tongue ravaged your dripping rose. The staccato of your ohs and ahs echoed around the four poster bed as he had your delicacy. 

"You have the sweetest rose I've ever tasted." 

You smirked in satisfaction that the viagra you had slipped in his rum was kicking in. But the moment you started to tremble, he stopped his ministration, only to climb on top of you and remove the rest of lace covering your shining skin. 

You buried your face in the silk sheets when you felt his cockhead nugging at your hole. A pleasure induced moan slipped out of you as he thrusted all the way in one go. The rest of your pleas were muffled as he jackhammered into you. Your body jerked forward with every swift move of his hips pistoning into you.

"So good for me, Y/n, o-oh my goddess!!"

The sheets were wet with amount of your drool leaving your gasping mouth. He was really fucking you good and sexy. You let him take his time, take all the time he had left.

Just when you thought he was about to cum, you crawled away from under him as he grunted loudly. You turned around pushing the hair that stuck your sticky forehead.

 "It's my game. I started it and might as well finish it." You said between your panting.

Your fierce eyes pierced through his blown out once. He surrendered to you.

As you busied yourself to remove his shirt and pants completely. He slapped your pussy out of frustration and pumped his fingers into you out of anticipation.

He bare back hit the mattress as you straddled him. You didn't miss a beat between settling on his erect length and rolling on him tortuously slow. 

"You're going to be the death of me,Y/n"

He growled looking at your naked figure on top of him. You hair messily fell down and draped on your chest.The only chlothing remaining on you were the gloves which rested on his buffed chest for support. You looked so pretty only in them. But he could still fell the edges of your sharp nails through the velvet gloves as you hopped on him. It was then, that you could get your words out.

"O-ohh, am I?!! Tell me you'd die for this pussy?!!" 

You asked him as you slided all your hair back, revealing your nipples to him.

"No question, I'd die for it. For you!!!"

He fingers reached up to touch and twik your nipples. Your breath staggered from the pleasure booster as you began to bounce on his cock. 

"So you'll die for me, right?"

Your hand clutched the thick column of his neck testing his waters. You pressed on his throat firmly as you felt your high approaching.

"Yes - f-fuck-ing -yes!!!" Jungkook stuttered and held your wrist with one hand and pinched your clit with the other.

You moves faltered and became sloppy as you glared at the fucked out face of Jungkook.

"So if you die, you'd be pleased to die with the sight of me on your cock, right? You'd want nobody but me ??!!"

Something flashed in Jungkook's hazy eyes as he grasped your hipbones tightly and titered,

"Ofcourse, sweet thing. Why would I want anybody but you?"

Liar

You tightened your grip on his throat as you rolled your ass on his abdomen.

And on queue, he started to thrust up in you, as if to prove his point or distract you from yours. You gasped in surprise and leaned forward on his chest. It took some more thrust for you to come undone.

You trembling body fell on him. His nose brushed yours, as you both stared in each other's eyes. Weary breaths feathering your faces. Your face softened as you looked at his loved filled eyes. But you could always see through the curtains of feign-what truly hid behind them.

You leaned back and resumed your movements. Your one hand still intact on his neck. You thought and thought twice.

His eyes fluttered to the cinnabar mole on the side of your chin.

Jungkook groaned again close to the edge. You touched the taunting cinnabar mole with the other hand. And smiled at the realisation.

So just because she had the exact same mole as you, he considered fucking her.

She was a washer brought to you. A poor but starry eyed girl. Her coily hair smelled of oakwood and detergents. That was the second thing you had noticed about her. The first thing was her mole which mirrored yours. You had smiled and welcomed her impressed by that only one feature of hers.

You should have known that you wouldn't be the only one to be impressed by that one feature of hers.

Your intuitions were gnawing at you the one time you'd sniffed the scent of oakwood coming from not only his clothes but his skin.

You were suspicious for days until one day you went into his study to offer him tea, only to be greeted by the smell of soaps.

But nothing phased you more than the instance when you caught her sniffing his clothes from the pile in hamper.

It unnerved you -the fact that they were romanticising behind your back but what devastated you was- the fact they thought you were stupid enough to not know and not do anything.

It wasn't much to fault the poor girl, she had her little piece of torture. You only scrubbed her eyes with the detergent and made sure she would never be able to see the morning sun again. She didn't know what were you capable of.

But that couldn't be quite said about your beloved husband. He knew what a fierce woman you were. If one span of your hips could make men fall on your toes, then one snap of your knife could make their heads fall too. And maybe he forget that.

You'd would love to remind him that for once and all.

"Nobody but me. But why do I feel you forgot that for some time now, hmm?"

Jungkook stiffened under you as you gyrated your hips on his. His aroused face turned into one of fright.

"W-what are you talking about Y/n?"

His hand caught yours which was heavily pressing on his pulse.

"So you would love to die with me on your cock, wouldn't you?" You asked him again.

When you looked at him with darkened feline eyes, Jungkook's face fell. He shivered from overstimulation and culpability.

"You said it would be your last wish!!!" Jungkook saw the crazy glint capture your eyes. You weren't playing anymore. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You placed your other hand on his throat and enveloped them tightly in a chockhold. After overcoming from shock and conflict, Jungkook clenched his jaw and tried to swat your hands away but failed due the lack of control he had in the daze of alcohol. His body was going numb. He couldn't even utter a word.

"Then die!!" You shouted at his face.

You pressed your thumb on pulse and strangled him. You chocked him with all your might.

It felt cathartic to punish him for his wrongdoings. He dared to betray you. Only to receive back all your bubbled up wrath and frustration like this.

He tried to undo your hands but nothing could stop you.

You breathe in.

His face went a deep shade of crimson. You could feel the loud throb of his pulse. You were there.

Until you no longer felt his pulse and his face unshed of all colours and went pale. You were done.

You breathe out.

You got up and wrapped yourself in the silk robe. You plopped down on the couch and took a hit from the cigar he threw. You puffed out dancing clouds of smoke looking at your dead husband. You gave him quite a lovely departure in the peach tapestries of silk you specially decorated for this occasion. Quite a heavenly departure for a person who ought to go to hell.

You slid the gloves out your hands and threw them in the fireplace. No one would doubt you now with no fingerprints. And even if anyone did, you'd simply cover it up under the Crime Of Passion.

A/N : Phew! Wanted to write something for this Kinktober and came up with this. I didn't actually select a single kink while writing this. But there's a tiny buffet of some common kinks. This story takes 360° turn from smut to murder.

Thanks for the review and reblog! ☺️🫶 It's my first fic, so I'll try my best to write and update soon!!

Perfidious [Teaser]

Perfidious- a disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing- Yandere!Seokjin x fem reader

Warnings- arguments and cursing, depressed oc, (Jin makes entry like a shining Armor but guess what he's the main villain) , family problems, infedility, affair, eventual yandere, eventual smut.

A/n- Hey doves! I'm Izzy, this is my new blog and I'm so eager to write my first yandere fic here. Hope I trap your interests with my writing. This is a jist of my upcoming fic.

Your gaze trailed down to his lips that flamed like scarlet wine which was running through both of your systems.

You blinked adoringly at his twinkling eyes, which exhibited the globes of dark nights where stars shined.

Such a beautiful and hypnotising sight it was.

But it was pure filth.

The shades of darkness and desire that swirled in his eyes. For you.

Getting this close to him was so wrong.

Sinful

What made it more obscene was that you knew that but didn't care.

And neither did he.

You saw it in his eyes.

As he leaned in to kiss you.

But you both flinched hearing the rattling of the closet doors the two of you were hiding in.

The tiny chuckles of a girl were heard followed by her mother's scoldings which distant soon after.

It was your sister and her little daughter.

The disturbance made your breathings stagger as it made you hyper aware of the secret rendezvous you were indulging in.

And the very possibility of getting caught.

It was a chance for you to reconsider backing off from the edge of sinful urges you were going to fall into.

And you did try to reconsider for a second.

Until his forehead was on yours and his restless breath tingled your lips.

"Y/n, I can't resist anymore." He wispered in a deep yet defeated voice.

And that was all you needed to give in.

It wasn't just the lust that fogged your minds, it was the yearning, the longing for each other.

You had suffered and starved for his touch all these years, that you can't resist too.

And now that he was ready to break the forbidden chains that kept you from touching him, you would never let go of this chance.

Nothing mattered to you more than him.

Not even the fact that he was already taken.

A husband to the woman and a father to the girl who stood outside some moments ago.

Nothing mattered.

𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚆𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙿𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

Rotten, gracious. it made my stomach churning, i truly feel bad and wanted her to fight jk off and leave him, goodness, this was insane, will there be a part 2 for it? oh God, did she woke up? brought her to hospital? 😭😭

Omg! Thanks for leaving your thoughts back.🫂

Yes, I know how it might feel, this story just kind of whisks distress from within. 😓

And yes, she tried to push him off but when he suddenly attacked her, she was unprepared and too vulnerable to fight that. Jk is just so rotten and insane.😩

It was a one-shot....but I may write some little snippet as an extended part of this, will require some time.

And don't worry, she did wake up but didn't go to the hospital, Jungkook didn't take her. Because the slower she recovered, the slower she would get to leave him. Oops spoiler!🫢

Thanks for the reblog and I'm pleased that you liked this short and sweet but scary fic.

Umm...I hadn't planned to write a sequel but I will consider it if you all want it. 🫶☺️

The Keychain [spooktober]

Pairing : Ghost!jimin x female reader

Genre : Horror Au

Summary : You had tried to take your keychain back from Jimin, only for you to push him in the process and him falling back in the lake along with it. He was never found and nor was the keychain. So imagine the horror when you find it lying on your desk, twenty years after.

Warnings : horror, angst, childhood mistake, difficulty to sleep.

WordCount : 1986

Your fingers sauntered over the keyboard as you typed away on your laptop. With a final emphasised click, you leaned back and sighed in relief that you had finally finished the part of the novel you'd been writing.

Your ears picked at the distant sound. Coming back and forth. The swing. It became clearer and more loud.

You smiled thinking that the children might be playing on the swing. It was normal because you lived on the second floor of your complex and often heard the kids playing.

You lifted yourself up from the warmed chair but halted when you glanced at the clock.

It was way past midnight.

No kids played at this hour.

The sibilant sound of swing was still heard.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Curiosity got the better of you and you made your way towards the apartment balcony which directly faced the playground.

There was no moon. You peered your eyes around in the dark bleak midnight and to your horror you saw the swing.

But there was no one there. No kids.

And the swing continued to move back and forth. Back and forth.

You were familiar with such scenarios. You'd always feel the adrenaline rush to write out such a horror scene. It was your favourite genre. But to experience one in real life was not something you'd ever imagined.

You felt your guts pool up with bile as the swing kept moving without needing any force to push it. Your eyes darted around thinking someone was playing a prank. Your breathing became erratic when you found no one there.

The air left your lungs when you caught the glimpse of a silhouette sitting on the swing. You didn't see anyone moving. The person appeared out of nowhere.

You tried to pretend, tried to calm your frightened self. With the little lighting around the playground, you made out that the shadow was of a man. You kept looking at him until he turned his face slightly revealing his side face.

You had no owl eyes but the fact you could see him in so much dark was unnerving. As if the person wanted you to see them even through the shadows.

With your squinted eyes, you studied the outline of his face. His long hair was draped on his eyes, you could only see his nose and lips.

His plump lips.

The pouty curve of his lips.

Your heart fell, the flashes of the plump lipped boy coming back. Your fear and anxiety soared at the return of those needling instances from childhood.

You scrambled back in your room and into the bathroom and locked it. You splashed the harsh cold water on your face to reawaken yourself. Reawake from the nightmare if it was. You had to stop this.

You inhaled and exhaled feeling the sensation of pearly drops of ice cold water and tears falling from your face.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror. No, you couldn't let the dark tendril creep in your head again. No.

You had to stop thinking of him.

You had to stop thinking of Jimin.

Yet you hear it.

You hear the ringing.

The jinglings of the little bells that adorned your little keychain.

Your keychain.

It had a black cat with crosses on both eyes and little red beads along with tiny sonorous bells.

You had begged your mother to buy it for you on Halloween eve.

Your eyes had brightened and your mouth widened in awe as your liitle self played and dangled it in your hand.

You would carry it everywhere with you.

You loved the keychain.

Until Jimin took it.

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Jimin went to the same preschool as you.

He was a cute boy and wanted to be friends with you.

But because he was a cute boy, your teacher had dodged your rose and took his on teacher's day.

He was a cute boy but you didn't like him.

While making the sandfort, he would come to sit beside you but you would puff your cheeks in annoyance and move away from him.

You even swatted his tiny hands off when he'd tried to touch your fort or your drawings.

"Y/N, why don't you want to be my friend?"

"Because I don't like you."

"But I like you." He murmured on the verge of criying. Doe eyes welling up with tears and his trembling pouty lips.

He'd always be behind you and try to join you in activities but you would huff-puff and turn your back to him.

Once the teacher had instructed you all to make ornaments using little beads. You were engrossed in making a bracelet when someone lightly patted your shoulder.

You looked up to see Jimin holding a pink ring in his hand. He held it out for you.

"Y/N, I made a ring for you. Will you take it and be my friend." He said in a baby voice, his cherubic cheeks going pink.

"No!" Your plush face had morphed into anger. "Now, go away!"

His face saddened. With his head hung low, he went back.

Jimin had placed the ring on your desk before going. You couldn't control and took the ring in your hand just to inspect it with furrowed eyes and tight lips.

You actually liked it.

You hid your hands under your desk and wore it in your finger, liking how it adorned your finger.

Jimin didn't need to know that you took this ring because you still didn't want to be his friend.

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Your school had gone on a trip to a village and the children had lined up near the lake.

You were kept standing for long whilst your teacher gave instructions.

You heard the jingling sound and turned your head to notice Jimin playing with your precious keychain hanging on your zipper.

You spinned around only to be agitated seeing Jimin hold your unhooked keychain.

His plump lips stretched into a smile as he dangled the little cat.

"Give it back!"

You said and stomped your foot while Jimin just blinked at you with his wide eyes.

"Give it back to me!"

You tried to take it back from him but he dodged you moving aside.

"If I give it, will you be my friend?" He asked you, holding your keychain firmly in your hand.

Your nose flared as you latched at him to get your keychain back but he just wouldn't let go.

You heard his little chuckles.

"Y/N, it tickles there!" Your praying hands had unknown tickled his stomach. His eyes turned into smiling slits.

But he didn't give it to you. Getting overly annoyed, you hands jerked him back, making him accidentally lose his balance and fall in the lake along with your keychain.

Kids screamed and teachers shouted, gathering around you and the villagers were soon sent to heed and rescue Jimin if he sank down in the water.

But they didn't find him.

After that, a barrage of shouts and slaps came your way from yours and Jimin's weeping mother. Shaken and trembling, you stood frozen.They didn't lodge a case against you because you were just four and innocent.

Your innocent mind had not completely gripped on what had happened. But as the years went, you realised you had unintentionally caused an unthinkable tragedy.

Your childhood memories soared.

The fact that you had taken away a life just for a insignificant keychain made you nauseous and loathe yourself.

You regretted not befriending Jimin. The poor boy just wanted your friendship.

You would curl up in your bed at night, fed up with the condescending voices in your head. You would even hear the sweet whispers of Jimin as if he was right beside you. And that would scare you to no end.

Your cries and screams had become consistent during the nights.

You were sent to your aunt and attended regular therapy sessions for a couple of years. That had helped you to seek redemption and unwrap yourself from the dark veils of childhood that had bonded you. The whispers had gone.

You started to write. Finding nothing more interesting than horror genre. Because you could relate and revel in it. You could wallow in it to forget your ugly past.

And now that everything had been resolved, the memory of him returned back.

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You couldn't conclude whether your mind was playing tricks or you had actually seen a ghost. His ghost.

The ringing sound came again and you turned toward the door contemplating whether to open it or not.

This was the part you hated where the characters; despite knowing the danger was waiting for them; gave themselves away out of sheer and stupid curiosity, thrill and bravery.

And you were exactly doing that.

You unlocked the door and slowly walked to your room, the faint blue light spread in the room from your laptop screen. It was eerily quiet here.

With brisky steps, you walked to the switches to turn on the lights. But you stopped when you heard a beep from your laptop as it lit up brightly. You dumbly ran to it to check if you got any emails from publishers.

You sat down and opened your mail. But you hadn't received any. You proceeded to shut down the desktop and that is when your eyes caught the thing that sat beside your laptop on the table.

Your keychain

The same one you had lost.

The screen went black and your body paralysed with terror in the darkness of the room.

Your frozen eyes pooled with tears when you felt the husky voice near your ear.

"Y/N, I know you accepted my ring. Now you are my friend, right?"

The whispers had returned back.

A/N : Happy Jimin Day!!!!! I've written this little fic for spooktober as well as for jimintober. Idk, this idea came up when I too heard the sound of swing ( but the children were really playing) and since then the scary scenario was pooping in my brain so I had to write it. Idk if the childhood perspective makes sense. Lol.