Hey :) Just Found You Block And Absolutely Loved The Maknae Reaction Where They Find Out S/o Is Equally

Hey :) just found you block and absolutely loved the Maknae reaction where they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them. Could you write that for the hyung line ?

I hope you have an amazing week 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

TW! implied stalking, kidnapping, smut, blowjob, slight degradation

This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the actual people involved. 

Kim Seokjin

He’d lost hope. Hell, he lost motivation. 

He was so sure you didn’t want him, that all the effort he has put into making the two of you seem like soulmates, because you were, was all for nothing. 

You didn’t love him and no amount of obsessing and worship would change that. He realized that now. 

Unfortunately for you, this wasn’t how you thought things would go. You thought you were giving him what he wanted; a chase. Turns out that you not only thought wrong but had ended up discouraging him entirely. 

You won’t lie, it did hurt that he ran and gave up on you but you won’t take it personally. You’ll just have to show him how much you two were meant to be. 

Jin of course was none the wiser when he was strolling through his apartment complex hallway to get to his door, a plastic bag filled with beer in one hand while the other jiggled his keys back and forth. 

His plan for the night was to drink himself stupid while looking through every memory he had of you on his wall, cause’ despite losing hope on getting you he never truly stopped loving you. Yet, as soon as he opened his door, he knew that wasn’t going to happen, not when you were standing there with a hammer ready to swing at once the door opened.

“What are you doing?” Jin’s voice slurred out, head feeling fuzzy and ears ringing ever so lightly.  He had been awake long enough to watch you put the flowers in the vase and the food neatly placed on polished plates. A small, wide present on your lips as you attended to the details of what would be your first date ever.

“Oh, just getting things ready, my Love.” you hummed, placing down the final touches to the round table you got all nice and ready for him. 

He should love this, no? He should be over the moon that you put effort into this, that you are clearly in the same level of love as him. 

But instead he feels as if he doesn’t even know you.

Like he never knew you…

Min Yoongi

Where is it? What the fuck did he do with it? 

His studio room looked like a hurricane ran through it, papers flying all around, pictures barely hanging on the wall. Studio equipment thrown about around the room. And all for what? 

For a fucking flashdrive that wasn’t even here, goddamit! 

It’s his fault, he wasn’t being careful. He figured that since everyone knew not to come close to his studio that it would be safe here, oh how fucking wrong he was. 

“Fuck !” 

Slamming his chair against the floor, his body let out an exhausted sigh before falling onto the couch he kept in the back. Heart racing against his ears as he felt hopeless at ever finding it. If it wasn’t here then God only knows where it is now. 

Running his hair through his messy black locks, his eyes scanned over the mess he made, mind racing with all the possible scenarios of what would become of him if that drive ends up in the wrong hands. 

A knock on the door snapped him out of it, thoughts rendered mute as he heard the rapid knock against wood. Shit, what now? 

Opening the door with a clear annoyed expression, his soft eyes glared towards the unwelcomed interrupter only to feel a flutter in his chest once his brown eyes landed on the bright shining ones staring back at him. 

“Dollface.. Wha..what brings you here?” 

“Hey, Yoongi, sorry for interrupting you. I know how busy you are,” you said with the brightest smile he has ever seen. Fuck, how did you do it? Managed to smile like if he was the only one in the world. God, if only he could taste that smile than maybe all his troubles would go away. “, but, uh, I just wanted to return this to you.” 

Looking down at what you were handing him, his eyes widened at the sight of the small black flash drive hanging off at the edge of your delicate fingers. 

So, you took it? Fuck him… 

Clearing his throat, Yoongi snatched the drive much faster than he intended and smiled at you the best he could. “Yeah.. uh no problem, dollface. What's mine is yours.” 

The two of you stayed out for a little while longer, making small talk before parting ways. As soon as you were out of sight, Yoongi rashed back inside, slamming and locking the door behind him before inserting the drive into his computer. 

His fingers tapped impatiently as he waited for the screen to load. What awaited his eyes shocked him. Pictures and videos he had taken of you without your knowledge popped up first, one after another like a collage. But not just that, new pictures started to appear. Much more risque photos of you popped up, ones that he didn’t take..  But you did. 

His eyes hungrily scanned through each and everyone that popped up before a message popped up on the side of his computer. 

Meet me at my office at 7 if you wish to see more of where those came from ;)

Fuck, he hit the jackpot now didn’t he? 

Jung Hoseok

“Are you even listening?” 

No, he wasn’t. He was too busy giving you sick puppy love eyes the entire time. If he had a tail, it would be wagging so furiously right now. 

No, he wasn’t listening because he was too busy admiring you. Admiring your strength, your passion, your possessiveness. 

Had he knew you had this side in you he would have had his fans all over him alot sooner to get this reaction out of you. The one where you sucker punched that one fan that got too handsy when running into him. The one reaction that led to you dragging him by his hair up to his hotel room and gripping his face in between your fingers as you called him mean and degrading names. Calling him stupid for putting himself in harms way like that. 

God, how he loved this new side of you. 

You on the other hand were livid. Livid at the fact that he was dumb enough to go down into the lobby without staff or a body guard. Stupid enough to let some brainless girl get up close and touch him the way she did. Sure, she only hugged him but that gave her no right to touch what was yours. No right to be near him. 

Shaking your head in frustration, the anger only bubbling even more in the pit of your stomach as you walked back and forth in front of him. 

No of course he wasn’t listening, he’s too nice to see what was wrong with the situation. Too naive. 

Biting his bottom lip, Hoseok reached out for your hand, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered, bringing you closer to him until you were standing in between his legs, his head cranked up to get a better look at you.

“Maybe I should be shown who should be the one touching me, no?” 

Running your tongue across your lips, you ran your hands up his arm and over his neck, feeling how smooth his skin felt against your fingertips. 

He felt a burning rush go through his body as your cold hand reached up to cup his face. Leaning into your touch, his heart-like smile spread through his features. 

“Do as you like to me, Princess.”

Kim Namjoon

“Fuck, just like that.” 

He groaned, wrists yanking against the cold metal cuffs. This only made you bob your head up and down a bit faster, throat tightening around his cock which caused a twitch from his thigh. 

Oh, how he imagined this day every time he pumped one out himself. Well, maybe not tied up and a bit more in control, but if it’s what it takes to gain your trust then he would gladly spend an eternity cuffed to this bed. 

You on the other hand, oh well, you were thrilled. The taste of his salty precum made butterflies erupt in your stomach as heat built up in your core, a wetness slicking its way down your leg as your tongue wrapped itself along the veiny side of his shaft. 

He felt amazing against your tongue, his girth had your mouth so full you can only imagine how good it would feel once it’s inside your pussy, pumping itself inside of you until your belly was full of his cum. 

You should have done this sooner. Confronting him about his obsessive behavior. 

Oh how he got on his knees and begged you to forgive him, asking for a proper chance like a pathetic little dog begging its owner to love him. And love him you did, but you also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to test just how far he would go for you, so you opted to keep him locked up in your room, away from everyone. Just your greediness to take advantage of an easy situation, you could say. 

One thing is for sure though… 

Namjoon did not mind this one bit. How pathetically lovely of him.

Maknae Ver.

Updates: 11/10/22

How would yandere bts react to you using your safe word (afab or fem reader)

safeword

pairing: yandere!ot7 x gender neutral!reader

all characters are adults, minors dni.

warning: yandere themes, noncon, dubcon, explicit n*fw, unprotected sex, mild impact play, emotional manipulation, degradation, ignoring safeword.

“you can take it baby.”

namjoon & seokjin

shushes you and kisses you on the lips to silence your cries because he just can’t stop. it feels too good. eventually, your sobs get a little too loud. so, he slides his fingers into your mouth and picks up the pace. he’s balls deep inside you, too deep and it burns. as you let out muffled whimpers around his fingers, he’s whispering praises into your ear and telling you to behave yourself. you understand, right? how is he supposed to stop, when the way your walls are clamping down on his cock is telling him otherwise? dumb little one, you don’t even know whats good for you. your body is being honest with him, but your mouth isn’t. that’s okay, he’ll forgive you. he always will, just as long as he gets to teach you a lesson for being such a brat. when he finally pulls away, you’re crying into your pillow and asking him why he had not stopped, only for him to wipe your tears away and tell you that it was all for your own good.

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“am i not good enough for you?”

jimin & jeongguk

it takes him a while to realize that you’re crying out of pain and not pleasure, which only encourages him to fuck you faster and deeper. he’s eager to reach his release, and so he ignores your little hisses of pain and pretends that he does not notice your obvious discomfort. it’s only when you’re practically screaming out the safeword with your hands firmly planted on his chest, that he actually stops. with crocodile tears brimming in his eyes, apologies begin to spill from his lips as he beats himself up from being such an awful boyfriend. now, look at what you did. you made your precious lover cry, just because you can’t handle a little pain. perhaps you’re the awful one. no. selfish, that’s what you are. 

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“you only exist for me.”

yoongi & taehyung

he has never been one to spare mercy on someone. tonight is no different. he’s ruthless with the way he’s fucking you into the mattress. his nails dig half-moon shapes into the soft flesh of your breast, using it as a handle and anchor for himself. it’s raw, primal, and way too much for you to handle. you’re sobbing out the safeword, but it means nothing to him. so, you attempt to crawl away from him, only for him to yank you back with a hand tangled into your hair. he calls you a whore and tells you that you’re nothing without him, before landing a sharp slap to your ass. you let out a useless cry of pain, which leads to him wrapping his fingers around your neck. an absolute goner. his head falls back and he lets out the prettiest groan, as you clamp down on his cock and milk him dry.

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truly fits into all three categories above

hoseok

©𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 — 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙

positions

pairing: ot7 x gender neutral!reader

all characters are adults, minors dni.

warning: mild yandere themes, explicit n*fw, unprotected sex, mild degradation, oral, mild objectification, overstimulation.

Czytaj dalej

MEMORIES OF 2020

JIMIN "Invisible Face Version (SCANS) ✨✨

dollhouse

summary: seokjin is ready for you to be a part of his perfect family.

pairing: yandere!seokjin x gender neutral!reader

both characters are adults, minors dni.

warnings: yandere themes, dollification, mild n*fw, suggestive, emotional manipulation, cannibalism, bondage, use of chloroform, captivity.

word count: 1.5k

your first relationship was a disaster. you were only eight and like the innocent fool that you were, you accepted the first love declaration received in the form of a shared popsicle. his name was jaemyung and you were smitten. convinced that you’ve found your prince charming, you shamelessly bragged to everyone in your class. unsurprisingly, that fairy tale did not last long. by recess, you found him building sandcastles with seo eunjae and returned home sobbing to your mother for your broken heart.

as you grew older, your subsequent relationships did not get better. from misogynistic incels to egotistic cheaters, it is safe to say that you did not have the best luck when it comes to relationships.

so, when seokjin came along as, and with the perfect package, you were a little taken aback.

seokjin is devoted, to say the least.

he makes time for you despite his busy schedule, shows you off to his friends, showers you with physical affection, and communication has never been an issue for the both of you. he ticks all of the five love language boxes, which makes him the perfect boyfriend.

barely a month into your relationship, he surprises you with a huge bouquet of roses and takes you to a ridiculously expensive restaurant. you don’t deserve it, really. it’s all too much, and so you bring it up to your friends. they tell you that you’re being silly. they remind you about all of your past relationships and assure you that you just aren’t used to this level of passion and commitment.

after all, seokjin is the one for you.

right?

ever since then, that thought refuses to leave your mind. it plagues you at night, leaving you absolutely restless as you toss and turn for hours at a time. it nags away in the back of your mind even when he’s holding your hand, kissing you slowly, or pounding into your sopping hole.

and when you’re panting quietly in the dark, skin sticky with sweat and cum dripping down your inner thighs, he’s rubbing tender circles into your skin with his thumb.

then, he turns to look at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and says, “i want you to meet my family.”

you can’t say you’re surprised.

seconds pass and the uncomfortable silence drags on, as he waits for your answer. suddenly— just for a moment— his expression twists and his smile twitches in a manner that makes a deep nausea emanate from your gut.

“yes.”

the disturbing aura disappears and his smile brightens. “yes?”

“yes,” you repeat, more to yourself than to him. his sudden change in demeanor causes apprehension to crawl under your skin, but you smile and nod like the good lover that he wants you to be. “i would love to meet your family.”

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how did it get this way? when did it get this way?

maybe it started the day you set your eyes on him. he had just transferred and upon hearing the teacher call out for him, he entered the classroom and stood tall, not slouched over like most students. with broad shoulders and a charming smile, he greeted the class before letting his eyes flicker to the one sitting quietly at the back of the classroom. you remember your cheeks heating up upon meeting his gaze, as he introduces himself, never once taking his eyes off you.

or when you went on your first date with him. you had just broken up with your boyfriend, and your friend had invited you out to the movies. you weren’t sure why she had specifically asked you to dress up, until you spotted the familiar head of dark brown hair waiting outside and realized what you had gotten yourself into. he was so patient, never once rushing you into being intimate, as your friend made out with her date in the darkness of the cinema. you prayed that he couldn’t hear your heartbeat quickening when your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the popcorn at the same time. fortunately for you, he was too distracted with the way blood was rushing to his cock over that mild interaction and the seductive perfume that lingered in your aura.

perhaps it started when your relationship finally became official. he had taken you out on a date to the sea aquarium. as you watched the beautiful moon jellies glide elegantly, he was entranced by the way the blue hues of the water reflected across your face and carefully slipped his hand into yours. at the end of the date, he took you home and walked you to your door, before kissing you goodnight. and as you stood under the porch light together, he looked at you with loving eyes and asked you to be his.

unbeknown to you, the truth lies at a train station. it was raining that day and the train was late, resulting in a frustrated seokjin as he went on with his mundane everyday routine. you appeared at exactly 8:36AM, drenched all the way through your uniform. letting out an exasperated sigh, you plopped down on the space next to him, as water squished in your shoes with every step.

then, you ran your fingers through your disheveled hair in a lame attempt to fix it. it was soaked, your bangs dripping into your eyes behind the glasses with streaked lenses. you poor thing, looking like a dirty kitten in the streets. seokjin couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, as he reached into his pocket and handed you a handkerchief.

you looked up at him with what could only be described as surprise and confusion, before accepting the piece of fabric just as the train approached the station. the doors slid open and seokjin got up.

suddenly, he felt a small tug on the hem of his sleeve. your lenses were dried and a bright smile pulled at your lips. he sent you a questioning look, as you reached for his hand and placed a little butterscotch candy on his palm.

“now we’re even,” you chirped.

it was such a simple gesture, but that was the day seokjin decided with every breath, he would make you infinitely his, at the same time that he became infinitely yours. you had robbed him of his breath, and ignited every nerve ending like so many springs, alive.

it was also the same day he appealed for his transfer.

fate is indeed a cruel mistress. maybe if you had missed that train or simply minded your own business that day, you wouldn’t find yourself being greeted at your boyfriend’s home with a cloth soaked in chloroform pressed up against your face. and you certainly would not regain consciousness, only to realize that you’re dressed like a victorian doll and tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room.

your lover sits at the opposite end of the dining table, rejoicing when you awaken. “darling! we’ve been waiting for you,” he says.

that’s when it finally registers. Each seat at the table was occupied by someone. as your eyes flicker from one person to another, you start to notice their lifeless eyes becoming more and more surreal, as their porcelain skin begin to look patchy and decayed.

your hands shake, barely able to contain the urge to scream, as you swallow the bile in your throat. panic sets in and you start to trash around, ignoring the way the ropes dig blistering troughs into your skin.

upon seeing your frantic behavior, seokjin gets up from his seat and approaches you. “there’s no need to be nervous, silly,” he coos, resting his hands on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you.

“jin,” you start, having more to say, but your body doesn’t let you. fear cripples you and the muscles of your heart tightens. unable to conjure up any other intelligible word, you repeat his name over and over again as if he would understand your plea and set you free.

silly, indeed.

“i’m right here, y/n.” he tightens his grip on you, leaning down to press his lips to your temple. “everyone is just so delighted to finally meet you. mother and i even made a special feast.”

you lift your eyes to stare at the only woman sitting at the table. she had dark hair like seokjin, deathly pale skin, lips painted a vibrant shade of red, and listless brown eyes that bore into the dish set in front of her.

following your line of vision, his smile widens and the plate is being brought to you. like a spoiled princess sitting at her throne, he cuts the meat into thin strips and raises one to your lips to which you force yourself to accept. your heart cracks with each bite you take.

you look so fragile and delicate, chewing on the remains of his mother’s heart. it’s perfect, he thinks, there is nothing you can hide away from his piercing gaze. seokjin just prays that he wouldn’t have to stuff you with cotton too.

©𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 — 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙