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«American Psycho»
Synopsis: In the 80's, there's a group of wealthy succesful wall streeter men that are disgustingly greedy. They maintain an appearance of perfection, but they're narcissistic, egomaniacal, competitive and murderers. Unlucky for you, they got infatuated on you, competing with each other to have you.
Hyung line (poly) x f. Reader
4.6K words.
Genre: inspired by American psycho (2000) | yander-ish.
Tags: American psycho au, power imbalance, 80's New York, Period Typical Sexism, murder, rich and powerful hyung line, classic wealthy corporate men, greed for money, college student reader, reader has grey morals, a little bit of gore but just at the beginning, savage capitalism, overworking, yandere hyung line, they're not good people, psychopaths and evil hyung line (but they have a soft spot for reader), end game poly relationship, possessive behavior, dubious consent (because of power imbalance), double penetration (you've been warned lol).
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a/n: this contain very sensitive and triggering topics, like classism and sexism, the movie was inspired by a book that wanted to critize the image of the priviledge american man. I don't agree with any of the triggering topics here, this is fiction, so please read with caution.
Seokjin put off his face mask to apply his expensive cream on his skin. His face was straight and indifferent, bored even. He styled his hair with gel and he put on his luxurious dress suit, ignoring the gagged sounds of the annoying man tied to a chair in his penthouse.
Seokjin stared down at him without lowering his chin, lifting a brow with displeasure. That man looked too dirty for his polished place.
He grabbed his brand-new axe, covering his body with a plastic protective suit.
The tied and gagged man widened his eyes with horror, shaking his head and wailing with fear, getting nothing in return but a bored expression from Seokjin.
“This will teach you to not bother me. You’re not on the same level as me, you thought you could outdo me? Playing your tricks in my company? Don’t you know what I’m capable of?” Something evil and dark gleamed in his eyes, it was the only emotion he showed since the tied man met him. And it was frightening.
The polished porcelain floor got stained by blood, sparking Seokjin’s evil face. The man’s head rolled out of his body to Seokjin’s brand-new dress shoes.
The taller wrinkled his nose with disgust, annoyed because he has to change his favorite shoes.
“What a burden,” he whispered to himself with a deep sigh.
Meanwhile, in the building next door was Yoongi nursing a drink of his expensive whisky. His mahogany office was barely illuminated because of the curtains hiding the view of New York. Some of his employees say between whispers that the CEO acted like a vampire.
“I-I did what you asked me to, sir,” the employee in front of him trembled with anxiety, intimidated by Yoongi’s heavy gaze.
Yoongi lifted a corner of his lips in a disdain way, his eyes darkening with anger.
“And you think that following my orders like a moron means that you did a good job?” He spat furious, throwing his whiskey glass, shattering it next to the employee’s head.
The man shrinks violently, and he did something pitiful even for Yoongi’s taste. The man dropped to his knees, looking at his boss with pleading eyes.
“Please don’t fire me, I need this job to pay my bills or I’ll be on the streets,” he said with desperation and teared eyes.
Flames of satisfaction and power raises to Yoongi’s lungs. He enjoyed watching the kind of power he holds over other people, it was a shame that his employees were so dumb and inefficient, because he did pay very well to them. So, to him it was reasonable to be demanding, after all it was his money at stake.
Yoongi walked slowly towards the knelt man, with a smirk growing on his lips. Then he took out his gun silencer shooting the man to the head, making his body fall to the side silently.
“One less idiot,” he murmured to himself, nursing another glass of whiskey.
And there it was Namjoon and Hoseok, the feared duo of executives. They were ruthless on their work, the definition of competitive successful man. The greedy representation of privileged man who are at the top of the food chain in the patriarchal New York society of the 80’s.
They were at an executive meeting, looking at each other with knowing smirks, making everyone in the room nervous and tense. Because they haven’t said a single word since the proposal of their work partners.
And they still kept quiet at the end of the meeting, glancing at everyone with boredom, getting out of the room without saying goodbye. After all they have better things to do.
“What a bunch of idiots,” Hoseok huffs rolling his eyes with annoyance. Namjoon chuckled nodding his head.
“I already send the order to kill them,” Namjoon said with a grin.
Anyone that dares to do as much as wasting their time, will get erased.
And there it was you.
A New York student that has to deal with college and rent.
This city was expensive, and you were just a middle-class girl with dreams. You worked many parts time jobs to support yourself and prove to your family that you don’t need to marry a man to be happy, you can be an independent woman.
Well, that was easier to say than to do, it was hard to pay your bills and tuition without anyone’s help. You were exhausted and full of debts. You sighed deep, maybe if you marry rich then you wouldn’t have to worry about these things, but you were too proud to admit that out loud. You have to be the change you want to see in the world, don’t you? You say that to yourself to feel better, and to not to be on the verge of mental breakdown.
You feel like crying, until some miracle happened to you.
You founded 3 job offers as an assistant for 4 men. And the best part of it? Is that the four of them gave you the job. And the pay was quite generous.
They don’t have to know that you’ll be the assistant of other people at the same time, you’ll manage. You’d do anything for money at this point, even if that means overworking yourself.
You got ready for your first day, wearing your nicest pencil skirt and doing your hair in a slick bun. You looked pretty decent, ready to be eaten by corporate men.
You divide your schedule in three, you spent all night making the perfect schedule. You were lucky that those men worked in nearby buildings, otherwise your plan would’ve been impossible.
7:00 am to 11:00 am; Kim Seokjin.
You sighed deep, trying to control your nerves. You knew that the rich men of wall street are insufferable and labor exploiters, so you did prepare mentally for any kind of abuse, you need the money.
You knocked once, twice, but you didn’t receive an answer.
You waited 15 minutes in front of Seokjin’s door, you wanted to cry and break down the door. Your time was gold, literally.
And then a tall handsome man greets you, his face was impassive and serious, like if he has a stick up his ass. But you couldn’t help but feel a little bit intimidated by his heavy and cold gaze fixated on you. He stared down at your body without lowering his chin, with square shoulders and a straight posture. He looked composed in a frightening way. You gulped nervous, trying to give him a smile and swallow your insults.
“Good morning Mr. Kim, it’s a pleasure to meet you, i-“
You were interrupted by him rudely turning around and leaving you alone in the hallway, standing with your lips parted like a fish.
What an ass.
He was way worse than you think.
You sighed deep entering his penthouse, you have no choice but to bear with his attitude, the pay was too good unfortunately.
You cleared your throat taking your notebook out of your bag.
“So, Mr. Kim, I need to know more details about your daily routine and schedule, anything will help,” you said clicking your pen and looking at him expectably.
He arched a brow, looking genuinely pissed. You frowned confused, you didn’t know why that man was so annoyed by your existence.
“I didn’t hire you to be this irritating, stop asking questions and figure it out,” he almost snarled the last words, turning around to fix his tie in front of his living room mirror.
You again, parted your lips. You bit your tongue hard, tasting your iron blood. You wanted to punch that rude ass man, but you just couldn’t. You were powerless right now.
So you sighed again, with a fake and tense smile on your face.
“I’m sorry if I bothered you Mr. Kim, I just want to make my job right. If you please could provide me with your valuable information so I can do the best job you definitely deserve.”
Seokjin went rigid at your words, turning around to look at you with fury and disbelief in his eyes, it was the first emotion he showed to you.
“Are you… are you being sarcastic to me? Don’t fucking get smart with me!”
You widened your eyes at his shout, it was such a rare sight to see him this affected. You won’t lie, it was a bit funny to watch how you can get under his skin so easily. But offending him wasn’t your intention, you don’t want to get fire on your first day of work.
“I would never, sir,” you said trying to not sound bitter, but Seokjin’s narrowed eyes told you that he didn’t believe you.
“Watch your mouth.” He barked, and you almost roll your eyes.
“Please, I just need to know some details of your schedule, then you will never hear my annoying voice again, i swear. I just want to do a good job for a man like you,” your eye almost twitch by your own disgusting words, you felt like a bootlicker, but you have no choice.
Your dignity will not pay your bills.
That eased Seokjin’s tensed shoulder, his eyes softening just a little bit.
“Fine,” he said rolling his eyes.
And he did help you with information about his schedule, you made a list of his priorities and things you should do and not do. Your smile was too big to hide, you definitely can handle this! Not even a jerk like Seokjin will stop you from earning that good money.
“Thanks! I’ll be out of your hair Mr. Kim, you won’t even notice I’m here,” you said grinning ear to ear, maybe you looked insane smiling so happily at a man that treated you so poorly, but you didn’t care.
Seokjin blinked a little taken aback, but you watched how a small smile curled up on his lips.
“It’ll be difficult not to,” he teased you before turning around and fixing his tie again. You stand there speechless.
Surprisingly, it was way creepier to watch him tease you and smile instead of insulting you.
The moment that your watch struck 11 in the morning, you literally ran to the next building where your next boss works.
His building was cold and almost empty, the people there were pretty quiet and distant, you felt shivers when you knocked Mr. Yoongi’s door.
“Come in,” a deep voice said at the other side of the door. At least he doesn’t ignore you like Seokjin.
You entered his office, forcing yourself not to drool by the beauty and luxury of this place. Everything looked so expensive.
“Hello Mr. Yoongi. I’m your new assistant, it’s nice to meet you.” You felt a little bit intimidated by the heavy and dark gaze of Yoongi, his pale face and black suit made him look like a vampire.
Until now, he didn’t act rude towards you, but he sure as hell didn’t seem nice.
He was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, not breaking his piercing stare from you. One of his hands was holding a liquor glass, that must have been the first red flag.
“Before we start, you have to know that if you do as much as bother me, or screw up your work, I’m going to finish you. Literally and figurately.” He threatened with a gulp of his drink. His dark gaze piercing you while the liquor went down his throat.
Your chest deflated with disappointment, your hope of working with a decent man crashed immediately.
You weren’t scared at all by his threat. You know these types of man are powerful and dangerous, you couldn’t risk pissing off one of them without consequences, you live in a patriarchal society so you won’t be fooled by the thought that they’ll play fair. You weren’t dumb, and you know how to play your cards right.
“Good to know Mr. Yoongi. I appreciate when my bosses are direct with me, makes my job easier. Could you please tell me more details about your schedule? So I can get to work and not waste more of your time.” Your clicked pen was the only sound in the quiet office.
Yoongi’s eyes widened just for a split second. But he composed himself by clearing his throat and giving you information that would make your work easier.
You get to work in silence in Yoongi’s office, you felt his heavy stare on your body, but you ignored him, focused on your papers.
It was a bit creepy the way his eyes would follow you across the office, but you can bear a creep man if he pays as half as good as Yoongi do.
Unbeknownst to you, the paled man smirked devilish to himself, he liked you. And that was more dangerous than his dislike.
You almost jumped when the clock struck 3 in the afternoon.
Your stomach twisted a little, you gulped your anxiety down. It was time to meet your next bosses, they were two executives. If dealing with one rich man in 4 hours was difficult, imagine dealing with two at the same time. You won’t lie, you feel nervous.
Namjoon and Hoseok building were different from your other bosses, this place was full of people running everywhere, it looked so chaotic. But at least you won’t get bored.
Nobody paid attention to you, and you had to ask to like 10 people for where your bosses at.
They were in a meeting. Great, just great.
You waited patiently for them to finish. And when they got out of the meeting room, you rush to them crossing their paths. They stopped immediately, the taller one has an irritated expression and the shorter looked offended by your presence.
“Hi good evening. Sorry for startle you both, I’m the new assistant y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said a little bit out of breath but that didn’t stop you from smiling at them.
“Excuse me?” The taller arched a brow.
You frowned not understanding the offense.
“Uhmm, sorry?”
The shorter one rolled his eyes with irritation.
“Are you fucking dumb? Who told you that you have any right to bother us? Know your place and go with the others employees and figured it out.” He dismissed you with narrowed eyes.
You stood there frozen, and they ignored you walking past you.
But you composed yourself quickly, their attitude wasn’t nothing new.
And again, you joined them on their walk to God knows where, you were praying to not pushing it too hard and get fired.
“It wasn’t my intention to bother such busy and important men like you, I just wanted to introduce myself and get information to do a good job and to be out of your hairs for an unlimited time.” This time your voice sounded breathless, you were exhausted.
The shorter one snorted in disbelief, his eyes flamed with something wicked.
“Is this thing being sarcastic to us?” He asked looking at you but not speaking directly to you.
Your chest sting with offense at him calling you a thing, but you swallowed your bitter emotions.
“I’m y/n,” you replied with a tense smile, not biting the bait.
“Y/n, get the fuck out of our sights unless you want to disappear, and not only from this company,” the taller one threatened with a dark glint in his eyes. You shivered slightly, he was wider and bigger than the other, looking way more dangerous.
Men and their big egos.
“I… I’m sorry for being this bold and rude. I don’t want to waste your time really, I just want to make a good job, that’s my only purpose. I promise to be out of your sight if you could spare me some minutes of your time, I will make it worth it.”
Silence. An uncomfortable hush.
“Very well then,” said the shorter one, tilting his head to the side and watching you head to toes. A wicked smile curled his lips, and you chose to ignore the alarm bells ringing at the back of your head.
“Follow us,” the taller ordered with a deep voice.
At the end of the day you were exhausted, you made it, you survived corporate exploiters men.
The following weeks went rather smoothly. Yes, they were rude and annoying, but you got used to them. You can’t say that you like them, but you tolerate them (for the sake of your rent and bills of course).
Seokjin underneath his cold and indifferent behavior was like a spoiled brat, sassy and rude, but a little bit endearing at some times.
“Y/n, fix it,” he almost whine looking down at you with frowned lips.
You chuckled rolling your eyes.
“I’m gonna start to think that you just want me near you,” you teased, a little bit bold yes, but over time you learned that Seokjin liked to tease way worse.
His eyes glinted with mischievousness, the corner of his lips curling like the cheshire cat.
“You sure wish that was true, don’t you?”
“Of course,” you replied laughing.
It was all jokes between you two, you got used to this type of interaction with your boss. Sometimes he did get a little too friendly for your like, but you really didn’t care. This job was temporary anyway.
And there it was Yoongi, the intimidating vampire-like boss that in the inside was like a bratty cat.
His feline eyes liked to be fixated on you, watching your every move like an actual cat for your amusement. You didn’t mind his heavy attention on you, he was wary with his employees like any other rich man from wall street. You got used to him too.
“Here are the papers you asked me for, sir,” you said airily, you had everything perfectly arranged, leaving no room for mistakes.
Yoongi hummed, looking at the papers and then looking at you again with eyes full of mischief.
“Are you sure it’s that all I asked for?” He didn’t break his piercing eyes from you, many people get intimidated by his stare but not you.
“Yes, of course,” you said smiling and he nodded to himself.
“There’s one thing you haven’t done.”
You didn’t say anything back, you were sure you did everything.
“And that would be…?”
“Having a drink with me, you never do that when I ask you to.” He asked nonchalant with his eyes on his drink, but you knew he was being serious.
“That’s not professional,” you said and he chuckled at your response.
You sighed biting your bottom lip, indecisive. Your goal was to be on their good side after all.
You said nothing when you sit in front of him crossing your leg over the other, the same way he does when he’s drinking. You smirked when he startled a little, but he tried to hide his surprise by a cough.
He poured you whiskey and you took a sip of your drink, trying not to wrinkle your face by the bitter taste. But Yoongi noticed and laughed, you widened your eyes at the sound. It was the first time you listened to his laugh and it was contagious because you chuckle with him.
Namjoon and Hoseok despite seeming intimidating the first time you met them, they were pretty chill and funny when the three of you become a little more closer.
They were in a meeting, and you were by their sides writing down the relevant things they say.
“See that guy over there? Look how he’s falling asleep,” Namjoon whispered near your ear, too close for your liking. However, you follow his gaze watching the older man’s head tilting to the side with sleepiness. You bit a laugh, the poor man had his eyes half lidded with boredom.
At your other side was Hoseok, he had his gaze fixated on the guy speaking, but he looked at you when he heard your little chuckle, a mischievous smirk curled on his lips. You said “sorry” quietly, but he only winked at you before turning his attention again to the man, returning to his cold expression.
When the three of you get out of the meeting room, Namjoon and Hoseok started to make fun of the guy’s speech and the older man’s attempt of being awake. You laughed genuinely for the first time around them.
“Those two don’t know what awaits them.” Namjoon’s words made your smile fall slowly, erasing any hint of amusement. You almost forgot the kind of men you work for.
“Are you going to… fire them?” You asked quietly, gripping tightly your notebook.
Namjoon only shrugged his shoulders, but you noticed the evil glint in his eyes.
“Firing them is too soft coming from us,” Hoseok replied instead, not without smiling at you. But this time his smile turned your stomach sick.
You chose not to ask more questions. Sometimes being ignorant it’s a blessing.
You settle into a routine with your bosses for a couple of months.
But as they say… lies has no legs. They started to notice that your attention wasn’t completely on them.
Seokjin was the first to notice.
That morning he was staring down at you with narrow eyes, even when you tried to joke with him while fixing his tie he ignored you without breaking his piercing eyes from you.
“You said the other day that you work only for me, is that correct?” His voice sounded harsh, and he stared down at you with dark eyes. You gulped nervously, your smile trembling a little.
“Yes, it’s the truth.”
He didn’t say anything back and you didn’t meet his eyes.
“Fine.”
You tried not to snap your eyes up at him with surprise. Does he really believe you?
But then, you felt Seokjin coming near your body, gripping your chin up to met his heavy gaze.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
He was standing too close to your body, his chest almost touching yours. The grip on your chin tightens when you didn’t reply right away.
“I… don’t,” you couldn’t help but be confused. It wasn’t his business if you have a boyfriend or not.
He nodded slowly, not breaking his eyes from you.
“Good. As long as you work for me, you can’t have a fiancé, neither another boss. I’m paying for your absolute time and attention. Do I make myself clear?”
Your lips parted and your eyes widened. You were shocked and confused, who does the thinks he is?
“Answer!” he barked furious.
“Yes,” you gritted between teeth.
What a jerk.
And Yoongi was the same.
He was sitting with his heavy gaze fixated on you as usual, but this time he wasn’t holding a glass of whiskey.
“Who else do you see after work?” he asked lifting a brow and tapping his foot.
None of your fucking business, you wanted to bark at him, but instead you bit your tongue.
“No one else, sir,” you couldn’t help but sound bitter.
He snorted with the corner of his lip curling up in a disdain way.
“I hope it’s true, because if not you’ll pay the consequences.”
This time you couldn’t bit your tongue back.
“What consequences? Firing me?”
You regretted opening your big mouth immediately.
Yoongi didn’t react, he simply stood up to walk towards you like a predator ready to pounce its prey.
“I usually don’t say this, but you’re a very valuable employee. If you want to keep a roof over your head, you have to be mine,” he growled the last word near your ear, although he was short, he towered over you, making you feel small with his closeness and strong fragrance.
You gulped, nodding without meeting his eyes. And he grinned wide. You swear you saw sharp teeth.
And Namjoon and Hoseok were even worse.
The both of them corned you against the desk of their office, the back of your knees hitting the corner of the desk. You gulped looking up at them.
“We wanted to ask you something, little bird,” said affectionally Hoseok, but you knew better than to fall for his smile.
“Are you fucking working for other people? Are you dating someone?” Namjoon raised his voice at the last words, staring down at you with narrowed eyes.
You widened your eyes and laughed humorless. They were psychos.
“What the-“
“Watch your mouth,” warned Hoseok, his lips turning a thin line.
“No, I’m not dating neither working for someone else. Happy?” you couldn’t help but sound angry.
The both of them went silent, looking at each other as if they’re having a mental conversation.
And they let you go.
You were on your way to your apartment. Their attitude today was the last straw, you got tired of them. You always noticed the red flags, ignoring the alarm bells and turning an eye blind.
You ignored Seokjin’s stains of blood, Yoongi’s silencer gun, and Namjoon and Hoseok erasing people. You told to yourself, out of sight out of mind. But that was your biggest mistake, you let your greed for money to blind you. For the first time you paid all of your bills without struggling, you ate well and wear the best clothes, and you didn’t worry for the tuition fee. But that doesn’t make you innocent or better than them, you were an accomplice, you were as greedy as them for money. You sold your morals in exchange of money, little money. You weren’t even rich.
Your chest stings painfully, and your eyes teared up. Your trembling lips let out ugly sobs, you were so ashamed of yourself.
You promised to yourself to be an independent woman but not be an accomplice of oppressors and criminals, but what choice did you have? Like people said, it’s eating or being eaten in this world.
It’s a man’s world, and you were simply a woman trying to survive.
You entered your dark apartment and grabbed your home phone, your bottom lip quivered when your mom answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Mom,” you sobbed, sitting on the floor and gripping tightly the phone.
“Y/n? Dear, what’s happening? Why are you crying, is everything okay?” Her worry only made you cry harder, you didn’t deserve it. She raised a better woman and you were a disappointment.
“I-i’m the worst, I want to go home mom… I’m sorry,” you whispered.
You tasted your salty tears, sniffling and hiccupping.
But then the phone was snatched from you.
You were so into your self-pity that you didn’t notice the four figures lurking in the dark.
The lights turn on, and you blinked confused screaming with terror when you saw all of your bosses staring at you.
Seokjin was the one who snatched and hang up the phone.
“Our little princess misses her mommy,” Seokjin coed with a fake pout, he lifted your body making you scream harder.
He took you to the couch where the others were sitting, the tall man sat you on his lap, gripping tightly your waist in a warning when you tried to squirm out of his grip.
“It’s okay princess, I can be your mommy or daddy if you want me to,” Seokjin mouthed your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He sniffed your hair, hugging you tightly from your back.
You wanted to throw out.
“Let me go you sickos! I quit!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.
The apartment went painfully quiet. The tension can be cut with a knife.
But then Namjoon and Hoseok lips mouthed the skin of your neck, lapping each side of it.
You cried trying to move away, but they didn’t let you.
Yoongi squatted before you, with his lips brushing yours.
Their bodies were attached to every part of your body, not letting you breathe. Your senses full of them.
“Your ours,” whispered Yoongi against your lips.
And with dread you realized he was right.
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Final girl, series masterlist.
Where you're the final girl escaping from the slashers of a classic horror film, but the twist is that they don't want to kill you at all.
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Hyung line (poly) x f. Reader «American Psycho»
In the 80's, there's a group of wealthy succesful wall streeter men that are disgustingly greedy. They maintain an appearance of perfection, but they're narcissistic, egomaniacal, competitive and murderers. Unlucky for you, they got infatuated on you, competing with each other to have you.
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Maknae line (poly) x f. Reader «Scream»
It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.
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a/n: minors do not interact. This series contains triggering topics, so read with caution.
∞ Angel
Synopsis: You always felt protected by your sweet guardian Angel, the issue was, that Seokjin wasn't as pure as you think. Not when you made him fall from grace.
K. Seokjin x f. reader
Genre: guardian angel au | yander-ish
Tags: angel Seokjin, overprotectiveness, sassy Seokjin, captivity, fluff if you squint, yander-ish, angel turning demon.
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From the series; otherworldly.
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The first time you saw him you were 7. You opened your tired sleepy eyes and watch Seokjin with curiosity, getting out of your bed to walk towards him, he widened his eyes with shock at your little steps coming to him near the window.
“Why do you always follow me, mister?” You frowned and pouted your lips, crossing your arms.
“You can see me?” He stared down at you with lifted brows. This shouldn’t happen.
You hummed nodding, smiling big at him, and inviting him to your room to play with you until you fell asleep.
Back then you were so smart, you noticed you were the only one that could watch him. So it became your little secret, because who would believe you if you say you can see your guardian angel and talk to him. You don’t want to look crazy so you never tell anyone.
You only talk back to Seokjin when you two are alone.
And years passed, he became literally your best friend. You grow fond of Seokjin, of his dramas, his sassiness and his protectiveness towards you. Always looking over you like a hawk, not letting anything hurt you. And you knew that guardian angels do that, but sometimes it feels that Seokjin is being a little bit extreme.
“Seokjin come on, it’s just a college party. Stop being so dramatic,” you said rolling your eyes.
You never go to parties because of him, at first you obey Seokjin when he said that there’s a lot of dangers out there, but then you got tired of his attempts of overprotecting you.
You’re an adult now, you should go out and see the world. It was Seokjin’s job to not let anything happen to you anyway. Also, you weren’t stupid, you know what’s dangerous and what it’s not.
“Excuse me,” he gasped offended, floating towards you, “you’re not going to that party, missy. You don’t know how dangerous those parties are, there are a lot of bad things that could happen to you. So don’t be ungrateful when I’m trying to protect you,” he said in a low warning, standing in front of you and staring down at you with his darkening gaze.
You gulped feeling overwhelmed, he sometimes doesn’t act like an angel at all.
“Oh my god! Let me live my life! If something bad happen to me so it be, let me experience those things like normal people do. You have nothing to worry about, please!” you shouted, running your hands through your hair in exasperation.
Seokjin pressed his lips together into a thin line. His blank gaze woke chills on you. You never saw him this serious before.
“You are mine to protect, whether you like it or not. And if I say you won’t go to that party, you won’t,” he growled close your face, gripping your shoulders and making you flinch with genuine worry and fear.
Who does he think he is?
You wiggle away from his grip, with flames of fury rising to your chest.
“I’ll go,” you challenged him with your chin up, turning around towards your door ready to go to that party.
And suddenly, the temperature of the room dropped, freezing you.
Seokjin turned you around roughly, and your lips parted with surprise at the sight of him dropping to the floor for the first time. His feets touching the floor, and his tall frame towered over you.
You watch with deep horror how his wings turned pitch black. You tremble with fear, trying to step back from him but he didn’t let you, he snarled and gripped you near his chest. You watched how his big black wings wrapped you two, darkening your world.
You whimpered with fear, clinging to Seokjin’s body because even though he’s the cause of your fear, he’s your safe place. The one you run to when you’re scared.
He shushed you sweetly, hugging you tightly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me to a place where nothing will ever hurt you.” He promised against your ear, his voice sounding darker than before.
And he did take you down with him. Down, down and down. A place where you can’t see anything but him.
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∞ Angel
Synopsis: You always felt protected by your sweet guardian Angel, the issue was, that Seokjin wasn't as pure as you think. Not when you made him fall from grace.
K. Seokjin x f. reader
Genre: guardian angel au | yander-ish
Tags: angel Seokjin, overprotectiveness, sassy Seokjin, captivity, fluff if you squint, yander-ish, angel turning demon.
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The first time you saw him you were 7. You opened your tired sleepy eyes and watch Seokjin with curiosity, getting out of your bed to walk towards him, he widened his eyes with shock at your little steps coming to him near the window.
“Why do you always follow me, mister?” You frowned and pouted your lips, crossing your arms.
“You can see me?” He stared down at you with lifted brows. This shouldn’t happen.
You hummed nodding, smiling big at him, and inviting him to your room to play with you until you fell asleep.
Back then you were so smart, you noticed you were the only one that could watch him. So it became your little secret, because who would believe you if you say you can see your guardian angel and talk to him. You don’t want to look crazy so you never tell anyone.
You only talk back to Seokjin when you two are alone.
And years passed, he became literally your best friend. You grow fond of Seokjin, of his dramas, his sassiness and his protectiveness towards you. Always looking over you like a hawk, not letting anything hurt you. And you knew that guardian angels do that, but sometimes it feels that Seokjin is being a little bit extreme.
“Seokjin come on, it’s just a college party. Stop being so dramatic,” you said rolling your eyes.
You never go to parties because of him, at first you obey Seokjin when he said that there’s a lot of dangers out there, but then you got tired of his attempts of overprotecting you.
You’re an adult now, you should go out and see the world. It was Seokjin’s job to not let anything happen to you anyway. Also, you weren’t stupid, you know what’s dangerous and what it’s not.
“Excuse me,” he gasped offended, floating towards you, “you’re not going to that party, missy. You don’t know how dangerous those parties are, there are a lot of bad things that could happen to you. So don’t be ungrateful when I’m trying to protect you,” he said in a low warning, standing in front of you and staring down at you with his darkening gaze.
You gulped feeling overwhelmed, he sometimes doesn’t act like an angel at all.
“Oh my god! Let me live my life! If something bad happen to me so it be, let me experience those things like normal people do. You have nothing to worry about, please!” you shouted, running your hands through your hair in exasperation.
Seokjin pressed his lips together into a thin line. His blank gaze woke chills on you. You never saw him this serious before.
“You are mine to protect, whether you like it or not. And if I say you won’t go to that party, you won’t,” he growled close your face, gripping your shoulders and making you flinch with genuine worry and fear.
Who does he think he is?
You wiggle away from his grip, with flames of fury rising to your chest.
“I’ll go,” you challenged him with your chin up, turning around towards your door ready to go to that party.
And suddenly, the temperature of the room dropped, freezing you.
Seokjin turned you around roughly, and your lips parted with surprise at the sight of him dropping to the floor for the first time. His feets touching the floor, and his tall frame towered over you.
You watch with deep horror how his wings turned pitch black. You tremble with fear, trying to step back from him but he didn’t let you, he snarled and gripped you near his chest. You watched how his big black wings wrapped you two, darkening your world.
You whimpered with fear, clinging to Seokjin’s body because even though he’s the cause of your fear, he’s your safe place. The one you run to when you’re scared.
He shushed you sweetly, hugging you tightly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me to a place where nothing will ever hurt you.” He promised against your ear, his voice sounding darker than before.
And he did take you down with him. Down, down and down. A place where you can’t see anything but him.
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→ The wolf and the lamb
Synopsis: You went to the countryside to visit your aunt, a place with old churches, traditional people throwing you nasty looks, rural houses, and a murderer slashing people. The fact that the sheriffs do nothing doesn’t worry you as much as the heavy gaze you feel on you from your aunt’s barn. Someone was preying on you, and you were scared of being eaten by a wolf, one with a bloodied ax.
J. Jungkook x f. reader.
Genre: Slasher au | Southern horror | yandere.
2.1K words.
Tags: Slasher Jungkook, rural america, naive reader, murder, serial killer, psychological terror, yander-ish, infatuated Jungkook, threats, farms, Dubious consent, at first isn't consensual but it'll turn consensual, fear kink, overstimulation, drachyphilia, crying during sex, Jk's a bit of sadist but he likes reader too much.
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...you didn’t receive a response, not even a chuckle from your aunt. You felt a presence on your back, a piercing stare all over your body. It was a bit unnerving the silence between you both, it never happened before, and you were too occupied feeding the pigs, until you stopped at hearing steps coming closer to you, heavy and slow steps, too large to be from your aunt. Your heart fell to your stomach at the realization, who was behind you? And why didn’t they say something? A hot breath brushed the back of your neck, and you gasped, ready to turn around and insult whoever invaded your personal space but big hands grabbed your waist to stop your movements. “Still.” He warned you with a low and hoarse voice, with his hot breath brushing your ear. And you did stay still, freeze by fear with your heart beating wildly against your ribcage. A hand climbed slowly to your body, exploring the skin of your belly under your shirt. And you felt frightened, angry and violated. “Don’t touch me! HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, but a large hand covering your mouth stopped your screams and sobs. The man behind you hissed with anger. “Fucking scream like that again and I’ll choke you and your aunt to death,” he snarled in your ear, making you tremble and cry harder. You nod quickly, trying to swallow your sobs. But he didn’t move his hand away from your mouth, he brushed your bottom lip with his thumb instead. His hand was big and veiny, and the skin felt rough telling you he labors hard with them. “I’ll visit you tonight again, just to talk,” he said mouthing your neck very slowly, awaking chills on you, “and you better not tell a soul about it, because then I won’t be nice to you. So be good, and wait for me, city girl.” The mock went disregarded when you felt his tongue lapping your neck and jaw like a starving dog. Bill rose to your throat at the feeling. But before you throw out, he disappears from your back. Leaving you alone and with weak knees, frightened by his dark promise of coming back for you. What the fuck will you do now?
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this will be posted on my tumblr in 3 weeks!
I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.
∞ Android
Synopsis: This new model of Android wasn't available to the public, that's why the company hired you to fix it. Sooner than later, you will realize why the glitch was so dangerous.
J. Jungkook x f. reader
Genre: android au | yander-ish
Tags: Android Jungkook, yandere jungkook, size difference, cyber infatuation, glitch, tech reader, premonitory dreams, possessive Jungkook, cyberpunk worldbuilding, captivity, inaccurate tech language.
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You pressed the 160th floor on the elevator's buttons, sighing with exhaustion. You watched the grey city full of skyscrapers and light pollution through the window.
You haven't slept well in days, with odd nightmares keeping you awake at night. Two neon blue eyes piercing you in your dreams, not even your sleeping pills save you from the constant nightmare. Your therapist said it was due to stress, and you believed him, or you want to, because you don't believe in premonitory dreams.
The elevator's door opened welcoming you to your client's floor. You walked to his apartment with a sinking feeling of anxiety, and you weren't sure why you felt that way.
But the feeling washed away when an old nice man greeted you.
"So, you believe the android it's like that because of a glitch?" You asked, sipping coffee with the old man sitting next to you.
A fearful look flashed his face for a second, but he hid it with a smile. You frowned a little, the odd feeling sinking in your stomach again.
"I... i mean it could be. You're the tech expert anyway, that's why i called for you, to help me fix it, or to help me get rid of it." A solemn expression took over his face.
His dull eyes rings alarm bells behind your head, but you ignored it, because this is your work after all.
You fix broken machines.
"Alright, show me." You said feeling defeated.
You gasped when you saw it, or him. It was standing in a lab with its eyes closed, wires plugged to computers came out from its back. The screen of the computers were glitched, with millions of codes repeating itself.
The android was build very handsome.
"Why did you plug it?"
"To monitor its thoughts."
You frowned deeply.
Its thoughts? Does it have conscience?
But before you can ask what he means by that, the android's eyes opened with its blue neon lights piercing throughout you. You flinched immediately, wanting to hide behind the old man by primal fear.
"I need you to fix it, please," the old man begged, and you swallowed hard before nodding, looking for courage to go near the android.
You felt its heavy and uncanny eyes following you across the room, but you didn't dare to meet its eyes.
You read some files. Its name was Jeon Jungkook, a special android who was created to bond with humans with a bit of conscience. But it seems that the experiment didn't work, after all, machines are incapable of feeling.
You tried to fix the computers codes with no avail.
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
Chills run down your spine at the fuss of the computers, not giving up in trying to fix them. You were trying to get into the android's "mind", or in this case, factory programming.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD OR YOU'LL REGRET IT
You stopped immediately. Did... did it asked you to get out of its mind? You were speechless.
A scream behind you made you jump with fear, you closed your eyes with your hands trembling. The screams stopped, and the sound of wires falling to the floor made you want to cry.
Hands grabbed forcibly your waist to turn you around and face those crazed blue neon lights.
"I warned you," it said with rage, not breaking its gaze from you, "i hate you humans, but you, i like your fear. Is amusing. You really know what i'm capable of, don't you." It come closer to you, lifting one hand to rest it on your neck, feeling your pulse with his blue eyes glowing.
You simply nod, with tears streaming from your eyes. And the android widened its own eyes, coming near your face, and doing something that you didn't expect. Jungkook licked your tears, tighten its grip on your body.
Something red glowed in its temple. The computers screen went all black.
"Now, it's my turn to experiment with your body as your specie did with me," it said with a glitch in its voice, the glowing blue eyes watched your face with interest, "you'll be mine to toy around."
Then you started to sob, you regretted not paying attention to your dreams, now you were trapped in this place forever with this machine.
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∞ Android
Synopsis: This new model of Android wasn't available to the public, that's why the company hired you to fix it. Sooner than later, you will realize why the glitch was so dangerous.
J. Jungkook x f. reader
Genre: android au | yander-ish
Tags: Android Jungkook, yandere jungkook, size difference, cyber infatuation, glitch, tech reader, premonitory dreams, possessive Jungkook, cyberpunk worldbuilding, captivity, inaccurate tech language.
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You pressed the 160th floor on the elevator's buttons, sighing with exhaustion. You watched the grey city full of skyscrapers and light pollution through the window.
You haven't slept well in days, with odd nightmares keeping you awake at night. Two neon blue eyes piercing you in your dreams, not even your sleeping pills save you from the constant nightmare. Your therapist said it was due to stress, and you believed him, or you want to, because you don't believe in premonitory dreams.
The elevator's door opened welcoming you to your client's floor. You walked to his apartment with a sinking feeling of anxiety, and you weren't sure why you felt that way.
But the feeling washed away when an old nice man greeted you.
"So, you believe the android it's like that because of a glitch?" You asked, sipping coffee with the old man sitting next to you.
A fearful look flashed his face for a second, but he hid it with a smile. You frowned a little, the odd feeling sinking in your stomach again.
"I... i mean it could be. You're the tech expert anyway, that's why i called for you, to help me fix it, or to help me get rid of it." A solemn expression took over his face.
His dull eyes rings alarm bells behind your head, but you ignored it, because this is your work after all.
You fix broken machines.
"Alright, show me." You said feeling defeated.
You gasped when you saw it, or him. It was standing in a lab with its eyes closed, wires plugged to computers came out from its back. The screen of the computers were glitched, with millions of codes repeating itself.
The android was build very handsome.
"Why did you plug it?"
"To monitor its thoughts."
You frowned deeply.
Its thoughts? Does it have conscience?
But before you can ask what he means by that, the android's eyes opened with its blue neon lights piercing throughout you. You flinched immediately, wanting to hide behind the old man by primal fear.
"I need you to fix it, please," the old man begged, and you swallowed hard before nodding, looking for courage to go near the android.
You felt its heavy and uncanny eyes following you across the room, but you didn't dare to meet its eyes.
You read some files. Its name was Jeon Jungkook, a special android who was created to bond with humans with a bit of conscience. But it seems that the experiment didn't work, after all, machines are incapable of feeling.
You tried to fix the computers codes with no avail.
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
Chills run down your spine at the fuss of the computers, not giving up in trying to fix them. You were trying to get into the android's "mind", or in this case, factory programming.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD OR YOU'LL REGRET IT
You stopped immediately. Did... did it asked you to get out of its mind? You were speechless.
A scream behind you made you jump with fear, you closed your eyes with your hands trembling. The screams stopped, and the sound of wires falling to the floor made you want to cry.
Hands grabbed forcibly your waist to turn you around and face those crazed blue neon lights.
"I warned you," it said with rage, not breaking its gaze from you, "i hate you humans, but you, i like your fear. Is amusing. You really know what i'm capable of, don't you." It come closer to you, lifting one hand to rest it on your neck, feeling your pulse with his blue eyes glowing.
You simply nod, with tears streaming from your eyes. And the android widened its own eyes, coming near your face, and doing something that you didn't expect. Jungkook licked your tears, tighten its grip on your body.
Something red glowed in its temple. The computers screen went all black.
"Now, it's my turn to experiment with your body as your specie did with me," it said with a glitch in its voice, the glowing blue eyes watched your face with interest, "you'll be mine to toy around."
Then you started to sob, you regretted not paying attention to your dreams, now you were trapped in this place forever with this machine.
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what's better than a rookie FBI agent dealing with the hard feelings of atraction and resentment against the untouchable serial killer who's infatuated with them, and with whom share the intense feeling of wanting to kiss and kill each other (plot twist they fck)
You should listen to this while reading to get into the vibe lol.
∞ Siren
Synopsis: They say; be careful of what lurks in the deep waters, dangerous beings might lure you into your death. But you didn't listen to them, so you paid the price.
Park Jimin x f. reader
Genre: siren au | yander-ish
Tags: siren Jimin, yandere Jimin, naive reader, primal fear, luring you into the dark, predator/prey relationship, siren's voice, fear kink.
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You’ve always been curious, since you were a child curiosity won over you, that’s why your mother scolded you so much, saying that curiosity killed the cat. But you couldn’t help it, was it so wrong wanting to know the truth of things? You don’t think so.
You watched the beach with longing, by your side stood the siren warning sign, marking the line between safety and danger. If you were completely honest, you’ve never seen a siren in your life, and that was a lot considering your nosiness. But it was the truth, how would you fear something you’ve never seen?
It was growing dark in the beach, the water looked black ink now, it was an oddly beautiful sight, you always loved darkness.
You bit your bottom lip crossing tightly your arms with your brows slightly furrowed. Should you cross the line? The itch of curiosity was too strong to ignore and to not scratch. The salty air made you feel dizzy, you wanted so bad to succumb into your desire to explore the unknown.
You took a step ahead, then you took that same step back, indecisive.
Until you heard it.
A voice, sweet and melodic, calling for you.
You frowned confused, there was no one in the beach except you. So where did that voice come from?
A siren? No, you shake your head to yourself. You were behind the line, so siren’s magic couldn’t reach you.
And it called again.
“Come to the water sweet girl, get your feet a little wet. Don’t you want to have a little fun?” The singsong whisper traveled with the salty air, melting in your ears like honey. It sounded mischievous but sugary at the same time.
And the water looked so enticing. It wouldn’t hurt to get a little wet, just a little dip and then you return to your home and never come back to the beach.
And you did, coming closer to the water, dipping your feet in the beach shore, feeling the water wrapping softly your skin. You sighed happily to yourself.
Until you heard it again.
“Now, come a little closer, sink your knees, so you can feel the silky water on your legs. It’ll feel nice I promise.”
You frowned immediately, alarm bells ringing at the back of your head. You shouldn’t go that far away from the shore, but the voice woke something deep within you, you tried to stop your body from moving by planting your feet firm in the sand, but it didn’t work. Your legs moved like if they had a mind on their own. Your gaze blurred by tears, you were being lure into the waters and you can’t do anything about it.
Your sobs didn’t stop when the water was beneath your shoulders, you closed tightly your eyes with trembling lips, waiting for the worst to come. You hoped your mom wouldn’t be so disappointed on you, she was right, you were a stubborn brat.
“Open your pretty eyes sweetheart,” A sugary voice whispered in your ear, making you startled with fear.
You opened your eyes but saw nothing.
Until you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a head resting on your shoulder, you were freeze by primal fear, scared of moving and being eaten by the predator. But the man behind you only hummed, brushing his nose on the skin of your neck, sniffing you.
Then you started to scream and jerk from the sirens embrace, until a deep growl stopped you again, freezing the blood in your veins.
“Do not move.” It snarled, and you just cried harder.
A hand gripped your chin to turn your head to the side and face the man, and your breath hitched. Behind you was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, with crescents eyes and blonde locks that looked otherworldly, you were enchanted by the sight. And he grinned with sharp teeth.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I promise you; I’ll make you very happy,” his lips mouthed your cheek softly, “you made the right choice by coming to me, you’ll never need them again, I will be the only thing you’ll need and breathe.” It was a dark oath, but your mind was too dizzy and drunk from his closeness to even think deeply about his words.
You felt his scaled tail between your legs, opening them. And his hot breath brushed your jaw, a rumble coming from his chest glued to your back.
And slowly, so, so slowly, you were sinking with him into the inked water wrapping you both like silk.
And then, he took you down, down.
You sinked.
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∞ Siren
Synopsis: They say; be careful of what lurks in the deep waters, dangerous beings might lure you into your death. But you didn't listen to them, so you paid the price.
Park Jimin x f. reader
Genre: siren au | yander-ish
Tags: siren Jimin, yandere Jimin, naive reader, primal fear, luring you into the dark, predator/prey relationship, siren's voice, fear kink.
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You’ve always been curious, since you were a child curiosity won over you, that’s why your mother scolded you so much, saying that curiosity killed the cat. But you couldn’t help it, was it so wrong wanting to know the truth of things? You don’t think so.
You watched the beach with longing, by your side stood the siren warning sign, marking the line between safety and danger. If you were completely honest, you’ve never seen a siren in your life, and that was a lot considering your nosiness. But it was the truth, how would you fear something you’ve never seen?
It was growing dark in the beach, the water looked black ink now, it was an oddly beautiful sight, you always loved darkness.
You bit your bottom lip crossing tightly your arms with your brows slightly furrowed. Should you cross the line? The itch of curiosity was too strong to ignore and to not scratch. The salty air made you feel dizzy, you wanted so bad to succumb into your desire to explore the unknown.
You took a step ahead, then you took that same step back, indecisive.
Until you heard it.
A voice, sweet and melodic, calling for you.
You frowned confused, there was no one in the beach except you. So where did that voice come from?
A siren? No, you shake your head to yourself. You were behind the line, so siren’s magic couldn’t reach you.
And it called again.
“Come to the water sweet girl, get your feet a little wet. Don’t you want to have a little fun?” The singsong whisper traveled with the salty air, melting in your ears like honey. It sounded mischievous but sugary at the same time.
And the water looked so enticing. It wouldn’t hurt to get a little wet, just a little dip and then you return to your home and never come back to the beach.
And you did, coming closer to the water, dipping your feet in the beach shore, feeling the water wrapping softly your skin. You sighed happily to yourself.
Until you heard it again.
“Now, come a little closer, sink your knees, so you can feel the silky water on your legs. It’ll feel nice I promise.”
You frowned immediately, alarm bells ringing at the back of your head. You shouldn’t go that far away from the shore, but the voice woke something deep within you, you tried to stop your body from moving by planting your feet firm in the sand, but it didn’t work. Your legs moved like if they had a mind on their own. Your gaze blurred by tears, you were being lure into the waters and you can’t do anything about it.
Your sobs didn’t stop when the water was beneath your shoulders, you closed tightly your eyes with trembling lips, waiting for the worst to come. You hoped your mom wouldn’t be so disappointed on you, she was right, you were a stubborn brat.
“Open your pretty eyes sweetheart,” A sugary voice whispered in your ear, making you startled with fear.
You opened your eyes but saw nothing.
Until you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a head resting on your shoulder, you were freeze by primal fear, scared of moving and being eaten by the predator. But the man behind you only hummed, brushing his nose on the skin of your neck, sniffing you.
Then you started to scream and jerk from the sirens embrace, until a deep growl stopped you again, freezing the blood in your veins.
“Do not move.” It snarled, and you just cried harder.
A hand gripped your chin to turn your head to the side and face the man, and your breath hitched. Behind you was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, with crescents eyes and blonde locks that looked otherworldly, you were enchanted by the sight. And he grinned with sharp teeth.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I promise you; I’ll make you very happy,” his lips mouthed your cheek softly, “you made the right choice by coming to me, you’ll never need them again, I will be the only thing you’ll need and breathe.” It was a dark oath, but your mind was too dizzy and drunk from his closeness to even think deeply about his words.
You felt his scaled tail between your legs, opening them. And his hot breath brushed your jaw, a rumble coming from his chest glued to your back.
And slowly, so, so slowly, you were sinking with him into the inked water wrapping you both like silk.
And then, he took you down, down.
You sinked.
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∞ Otherworldly, series masterlist.
Ethereal and otherworldly beings obsessing over you.
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P. Jimin x reader «Siren»
They say; be careful of what lurks in the deep waters, dangerous beings might lure you into your death. But you didn't listened to them, so you paid the price.
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M. Yoongi x reader «Alien»
You were hired by a new lab under the city, it was confidential and remote workplace. You expected anything but an humanoide Alien trapped in the lab, one who always snarls when you do as much as getting away.
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J. Jungkook x reader «Android»
This new model of Android wasn't available to the public, that's why the company hired you to fix it. Sooner than later, you will realize why the glitch was so dangerous.
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K. Seokjin x reader «Angel»
You always felt protected by your sweet guardian Angel, the issue was, that Seokjin wasn't as pure as you think. Not when you made him fall from grace.
Read here.
J. Hoseok x reader «Virus»
The pandemic made people turn feral, like savage beasts. The news said that the virus was spread by a mysterious and wild being. And you were unlucky enough to be the target of infatuation of said being.
Read here.
K. Taehyung x reader «Hybrid»
People say; don't go to the forest, because unnatural beings lurks in the dark, but you didn't listen to them. So you paid the price the moment a throaty voice whispered to your ear "don't run from me, little red".
Read here.
K. Namjoon x reader «Demon»
What can possibly happen if you're a curious angel spying the demons, nothing bad right? You were wrong, because Namjoon catched you, and he wasn't happy at all.
Read here.
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→ Impostor
Synopsis: Who would've thought that your nice and dimpled neighbor was the militar spy stealing information from the government, and the one you have to caught.
K. Namjoon x f.reader
Genre: spies au | yander-ish
Tags: hidden identity, lying, yandere Namjoon, detective reader, betrayal, chasing, violence, whipped Namjoon, a bit of angst.
From the series masterlist; The chasing.
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You sighed tired, hiding your gun inside of the waistband of your jeans. You’ve been chasing him for months and he is impossible to catch or to even watch from afar. He is like a ghost, because you know his presence is there with you but you can’t see him.
Your boss threatened you to fire you if you don’t catch the target in a week, so you’re anxious and distressed, because you need this job to pay your bills and your rent. If that scum of a spy would just show his face once, and recognize his terrorist crimes, then you can be in peace.
Your muscles were hurt, your body ached like hell and you were dying to drop dead on your bed and forget about everything while you’re sleeping. The chasing from tonight was really stressful, your team was chasing him with no success obviously, that’s why you’re walking towards your apartment feeling wrecked.
But then a nice and sweet voice stopped you.
“Oh y/n, hey,” your new neighbor, Namjoon, greeted you and you could imagine his dimpled and warm smile. You two were getting along these days, and you would be a liar if you say you don’t have a little crush on him, but lately you don’t have the state of mind to be thinking of men. You were too tired.
You closed your eyes for a second to ignore the ache and fatigue of your body, to turn around and face Namjoon, giving him a smile.
“Hey Nam, how’s it going?” you asked with a tensed smile, you were crying in the inside to take a shower and sleep your frustrations away, but your neighbor didn’t take the hint.
“Pretty good, uhm, actually i wanted to ask for your help for some assignments,” he said with a sheepish smile and a charming tone that melted your frustration a little.
He was majoring his third degree, forensic sciences, and sometimes you help him because you were a detective and you have experience in the forensic field, but tonight you were too tired to offer your help.
“Pretty please?” he said with soft pleading eyes, and how can you say no to him?
“Alright alright, don’t give me those puppy eyes,” you teased sighing, your date with your bed will be for later.
You two spent the night doing the assignments, in one point your head was tilting to the side with sleep, dropping on Namjoon’s shoulder. You heard him chuckle above you, but you didn’t care because you were drowsy and his shoulder was comfortable.
Sunlight made you frown with discomfort, you tried to stir your body but something heavy was bond to your side. Your breath hitched when you watched Namjoon sleeping by your side, you two were on his couch and it seems that sleep won over you both.
You get out of the couch careful, trying not to wake him up. And you couldn’t help but nose around just a little to know more about your new neighbor and crush.
And that’s when you discovered it.
What was doing an AK-47 hid under an armchair? Like, it seemed he put it down there on purpose, because there’s no way someone will display such a gun in that way, even less with a detective for a neighbor.
The problem was that after catching the weapon, you pried more in his apartment, trying to figure him out. Coming across with a Russian badge. Kim Namjoon, he was from the KGB, the military spy your targeting and chasing.
You dropped the badge to the floor with trembling hands and bill rising to your throat. A pang of disappointment, rage and sadness took over your chest. Your eyes blurred and you took deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.
You have to call your team and your boss right now.
But that didn’t happen, because you felt an oppressive warm from behind you, stopping your movements. He grabbed your neck from behind, without making pressure but not with a gentle grip either.
“What did you saw detective? Are you going to run from me? Is it my turn now to chase you?” He said with a low and cold voice, close to your ear. Hot breath brushing the skin.
His other arm wrapped around your waist, like a snake catching his prey.
“Let me go,” you whispered, still shocked by the betrayal.
“Mm, 'don’t think so, I wanna play with you a little more before I took you out of this country with me.”
Your eyes widened with terror the second a white clothe covered your mouth, making you fall limp between Namjoon’s arms.
You were so fucked up.
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What was your favorite oneshot from my series, the chasing (don't choose based on ur bias lol).
→ Impostor
Synopsis: Who would've thought that your nice and dimpled neighbor was the militar spy stealing information from the government, and the one you have to caught.
K. Namjoon x f.reader
Genre: spies au | yander-ish
Tags: hidden identity, lying, yandere Namjoon, detective reader, betrayal, chasing, violence, whipped Namjoon, a bit of angst.
From the series masterlist; The chasing.
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You sighed tired, hiding your gun inside of the waistband of your jeans. You’ve been chasing him for months and he is impossible to catch or to even watch from afar. He is like a ghost, because you know his presence is there with you but you can’t see him.
Your boss threatened you to fire you if you don’t catch the target in a week, so you’re anxious and distressed, because you need this job to pay your bills and your rent. If that scum of a spy would just show his face once, and recognize his terrorist crimes, then you can be in peace.
Your muscles were hurt, your body ached like hell and you were dying to drop dead on your bed and forget about everything while you’re sleeping. The chasing from tonight was really stressful, your team was chasing him with no success obviously, that’s why you’re walking towards your apartment feeling wrecked.
But then a nice and sweet voice stopped you.
“Oh y/n, hey,” your new neighbor, Namjoon, greeted you and you could imagine his dimpled and warm smile. You two were getting along these days, and you would be a liar if you say you don’t have a little crush on him, but lately you don’t have the state of mind to be thinking of men. You were too tired.
You closed your eyes for a second to ignore the ache and fatigue of your body, to turn around and face Namjoon, giving him a smile.
“Hey Nam, how’s it going?” you asked with a tensed smile, you were crying in the inside to take a shower and sleep your frustrations away, but your neighbor didn’t take the hint.
“Pretty good, uhm, actually i wanted to ask for your help for some assignments,” he said with a sheepish smile and a charming tone that melted your frustration a little.
He was majoring his third degree, forensic sciences, and sometimes you help him because you were a detective and you have experience in the forensic field, but tonight you were too tired to offer your help.
“Pretty please?” he said with soft pleading eyes, and how can you say no to him?
“Alright alright, don’t give me those puppy eyes,” you teased sighing, your date with your bed will be for later.
You two spent the night doing the assignments, in one point your head was tilting to the side with sleep, dropping on Namjoon’s shoulder. You heard him chuckle above you, but you didn’t care because you were drowsy and his shoulder was comfortable.
Sunlight made you frown with discomfort, you tried to stir your body but something heavy was bond to your side. Your breath hitched when you watched Namjoon sleeping by your side, you two were on his couch and it seems that sleep won over you both.
You get out of the couch careful, trying not to wake him up. And you couldn’t help but nose around just a little to know more about your new neighbor and crush.
And that’s when you discovered it.
What was doing an AK-47 hid under an armchair? Like, it seemed he put it down there on purpose, because there’s no way someone will display such a gun in that way, even less with a detective for a neighbor.
The problem was that after catching the weapon, you pried more in his apartment, trying to figure him out. Coming across with a Russian badge. Kim Namjoon, he was from the KGB, the military spy your targeting and chasing.
You dropped the badge to the floor with trembling hands and bill rising to your throat. A pang of disappointment, rage and sadness took over your chest. Your eyes blurred and you took deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.
You have to call your team and your boss right now.
But that didn’t happen, because you felt an oppressive warm from behind you, stopping your movements. He grabbed your neck from behind, without making pressure but not with a gentle grip either.
“What did you saw detective? Are you going to run from me? Is it my turn now to chase you?” He said with a low and cold voice, close to your ear. Hot breath brushing the skin.
His other arm wrapped around your waist, like a snake catching his prey.
“Let me go,” you whispered, still shocked by the betrayal.
“Mm, 'don’t think so, I wanna play with you a little more before I took you out of this country with me.”
Your eyes widened with terror the second a white clothe covered your mouth, making you fall limp between Namjoon’s arms.
You were so fucked up.
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Kofi
BTS SERIES
The chasing, series masterlist.
Where you're the one chasing them or being chased by them. Now choose, because they already did.
Otherworldly, series masterlist. (Coming soon)
Ethereal and otherworldly beings obsessing over you.
Final girl, series masterlist. (Coming soon).
Where you're the final girl escaping from the slashers of every classic horror film, but the twist it's that they don't want to kill you at all.
SPECIAL CONTENT
Set me free - P. Jimin (coming soon).
The wolf and the lamb - J. Jungkook (coming soon).
Navigation.
→ Before reading, you need to know that all of my works are rated 18+, so if you're a minor please don't read neither interact with my fics. I also touch some topics that may be triggering (not in all of my works tho).
Dni if you're a minor.
©DevotedFem 2024. Don't repost or copy any of my works.
Patreon for extra content.
BTS SERIES
The chasing, series masterlist.
Where you're the one chasing them or being chased by them. Now choose, because they already did.
Otherworldly, series masterlist.
Ethereal and otherworldly beings obsessing over you.
Final girl, series masterlist.
Where you're the final girl escaping from the slashers of a classic horror film, but the twist is that they don't want to kill you at all.
Hush, series masterlist. Inspired by Tim Burtom films, you're the love interest of these eccentric men.
SPECIAL CONTENT
Set me free - P. Jimin (coming soon).
The wolf and the lamb - J. Jungkook
Ok hear me out, what about a fic where the theme is southern gothic? Imagine the vibe of Ethel Cain and the movie Pearl. Like preacher's or farmer's daughter, rotten wood, rural america, abandoned churches, sin, dreaming of running out of the town, corruption, tentation, blood, guts, religious terror, overalls and being hunted by the town's slasher (aka the love interest lol).
I love angsty fics, I really do.
But not "my dog died" or "I feel insecure" kinda angst. I'm talking about the cheating, the break up, the suffering, the tears, the begging, the pining, the stalking, the obsession UGHHHH, love me a fic where he fucked up and now has to do the most to get her back, it gives me a serotonin boost
I forgot to add it in the masterlist, thank u for telling me!😊
→ Control
Synopsis: Taehyung was from the SWAT team special force, and you were a russian spy holding him hostage to use him as a bait. But... were you really in control? He doesn't think so.
K. Taehyung x f.reader
Genre: detective au | yander-ish.
Tags: militar Taehyung, spy reader, kind of enemies to lovers, strong reader, yander-ish, kidnapping, mention of torture, obsessive Taehyung, hidden identity, spies, cocky Taehyung, sexual tension, blood, violence.
From the series masterlist; The chasing.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Taehyung’s forehead wound was dripping blood to the ground, the sound of it made something inside of you recoil, but you ignored the feeling.
You kidnapped him by orders of your boss. The man in front of you was from the swat team, and you have the task of getting information out of him. If it’s in a nice or violent way was up to him.
You dragged him to a basement with a blow to his head, and now he was unconscious with his head tilted to the side, dripping blood out of his wound.
You were sitting in front of him, realizing he was quite handsome.
After a couple of minutes, he blinked his eyes open. At first, he looked lost and confused, but then his gaze fell upon you, and to your bitter surprise he smirked.
You snorted incredulous, you expected anything but a smirk from him after he literally got a blow to his forehead.
“What the fuck are you smirking at?” Your thick accent made him smirk wider, and you lift a brow feeling rage running your veins. He was not in control here.
“There’s no need to be so riled up, y/n,” he said with a hoarse voice, lifting the corner of his lips with a drop of blood running to his chin.
Your breath hitched but you tried to hide your surprise with an expressionless facade. Your heart was beating fast against your ribcage, he wasn’t supposed to know your real identity, you were a spy for god’s sake. No one in this country knew your real name, so it was very frightening that he just said your name like if it’s nothing.
“Looks like the prey knows my name, so what? We’re not here for a friendly meeting, you’re here to tell me where’s your boss hideout. Just spill everything you know, a long torture session will be exhausting for the both of us.”
You were nonchalant and cold, it wasn’t the first time you torture someone to get information out of them, but it was the first time your target seemed to enjoy being in this position.
It was unnerving to see Taehyung’s grin.
“My, my, are you sure I am the prey here?” he asked lowly, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. The piercing and dark gaze that was fixed on you made you feel intimidated.
And you never, ever, felt intimidated in your life.
“Shut the fuck up Taehyung, or I’ll fucking break your legs, don’t test my patience,” you warned, but your tone tremble just a little, and he noticed.
He pouted, and it was an alarming but endearing sight to witness. You felt confused, as if you were in a stranger territory.
“Well, as you said, let’s finish this quickly. A long session will be exhausting indeed.”
You frowned confused, ready to bark him to shut up or punch him in the face, but nothing of that happened, because the next second Taehyung freed himself from his restrains, and you realized with horror that he was just distracting you all this time. You failed on something so basic as not letting your target to distract you, but that is a hard thing to do when it comes to Taehyung.
He grabbed your jaw forcibly making you whimper with pain, the sound only made him grin wider. The glint of his crazed eyes shining with darkness.
Despite your screams, struggles and threats, he bounded your wrists and ankles, making you kneel in front of him.
He grabbed your chin to make you look up at him, and he looked dangerous like this. With his other hand he cleaned his forehead, and a mischievous smirk was your only warn before he stained your lips with his blood. You freeze, you wanted to gag so bad but you were genuinely afraid of his reaction, so you did nothing but to stare up at him.
“Lick it,” he ordered with a dark voice.
And you did it, licking your lips with your tongue, feeling Taehyung’s heavy gaze on you.
“I changed my mind, I will prolong this torture session,” he said wrapping his hand on your neck, with a mischievous smirk and a darkened gaze pierced on you.
You couldn’t help but shed tears, you were so, so fucked up.
Kofi
→ Control
Synopsis: Taehyung was from the SWAT team special force, and you were a russian spy holding him hostage to use him as a bait. But... were you really in control? He doesn't think so.
K. Taehyung x f.reader
Genre: detective au | yander-ish.
Tags: militar Taehyung, spy reader, kind of enemies to lovers, strong reader, yander-ish, kidnapping, mention of torture, obsessive Taehyung, hidden identity, spies, cocky Taehyung, sexual tension, blood, violence.
From the series masterlist; The chasing.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Taehyung’s forehead wound was dripping blood to the ground, the sound of it made something inside of you recoil, but you ignored the feeling.
You kidnapped him by orders of your boss. The man in front of you was from the swat team, and you have the task of getting information out of him. If it’s in a nice or violent way was up to him.
You dragged him to a basement with a blow to his head, and now he was unconscious with his head tilted to the side, dripping blood out of his wound.
You were sitting in front of him, realizing he was quite handsome.
After a couple of minutes, he blinked his eyes open. At first, he looked lost and confused, but then his gaze fell upon you, and to your bitter surprise he smirked.
You snorted incredulous, you expected anything but a smirk from him after he literally got a blow to his forehead.
“What the fuck are you smirking at?” Your thick accent made him smirk wider, and you lift a brow feeling rage running your veins. He was not in control here.
“There’s no need to be so riled up, y/n,” he said with a hoarse voice, lifting the corner of his lips with a drop of blood running to his chin.
Your breath hitched but you tried to hide your surprise with an expressionless facade. Your heart was beating fast against your ribcage, he wasn’t supposed to know your real identity, you were a spy for god’s sake. No one in this country knew your real name, so it was very frightening that he just said your name like if it’s nothing.
“Looks like the prey knows my name, so what? We’re not here for a friendly meeting, you’re here to tell me where’s your boss hideout. Just spill everything you know, a long torture session will be exhausting for the both of us.”
You were nonchalant and cold, it wasn’t the first time you torture someone to get information out of them, but it was the first time your target seemed to enjoy being in this position.
It was unnerving to see Taehyung’s grin.
“My, my, are you sure I am the prey here?” he asked lowly, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. The piercing and dark gaze that was fixed on you made you feel intimidated.
And you never, ever, felt intimidated in your life.
“Shut the fuck up Taehyung, or I’ll fucking break your legs, don’t test my patience,” you warned, but your tone tremble just a little, and he noticed.
He pouted, and it was an alarming but endearing sight to witness. You felt confused, as if you were in a stranger territory.
“Well, as you said, let’s finish this quickly. A long session will be exhausting indeed.”
You frowned confused, ready to bark him to shut up or punch him in the face, but nothing of that happened, because the next second Taehyung freed himself from his restrains, and you realized with horror that he was just distracting you all this time. You failed on something so basic as not letting your target to distract you, but that is a hard thing to do when it comes to Taehyung.
He grabbed your jaw forcibly making you whimper with pain, the sound only made him grin wider. The glint of his crazed eyes shining with darkness.
Despite your screams, struggles and threats, he bounded your wrists and ankles, making you kneel in front of him.
He grabbed your chin to make you look up at him, and he looked dangerous like this. With his other hand he cleaned his forehead, and a mischievous smirk was your only warn before he stained your lips with his blood. You freeze, you wanted to gag so bad but you were genuinely afraid of his reaction, so you did nothing but to stare up at him.
“Lick it,” he ordered with a dark voice.
And you did it, licking your lips with your tongue, feeling Taehyung’s heavy gaze on you.
“I changed my mind, I will prolong this torture session,” he said wrapping his hand on your neck, with a mischievous smirk and a darkened gaze pierced on you.
You couldn’t help but shed tears, you were so, so fucked up.
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