Forbidden Fruit (Hoseok X Reader)

Forbidden Fruit (Hoseok x Reader)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 17.2k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Drugging, Manipulation, Mentions of child abduction, Attempted kidnapping, Murder, Trafficking, Organized Crime, Depiction of a character being trafficked 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: A thought suddenly entered your mind as your eyes continued to trace over every feature of his alluring face. He was the perfect predator. He was tall, lithe, and strong with a beautiful face that was perfect for luring in unaware victims. You were sure that if he had beckoned for you to follow him down that dark alley, you would have followed him without question even if that weren’t in your nature. He was a predator, and you were his innocent prey.

A/N: Holy shit! This took forever to write and was almost as long as Persephone! This fic is pretty different from the other ones I have written and I honestly enjoyed it so much! I really hope you guys liked it and I am sorry I took so long, but I am happy to say I am so proud of this and I think you will like it a lot! 

For as long as you could remember, there has been something wrong with you. And, everyone knew it. 

Children can appear fearless, they are blunt and tend to speak their minds unrestrained. But you were never like them. When the other girls in class would scream in fright at the sight of a spider, you would giggle and watch it crawl in between your fingers with glee. When others would shake in trepidation when their night light died, you would stare out into the dark welcomingly, watching the shadows bend and sway into one. And where most children would scream in fright when a stranger grabbed on to them and yanked them away from the playground, you cocked your head curiously and asked where the two of you were going.

There was undoubtedly something terribly wrong with you.

That last incident had led to many outcomes. But the biggest one, was your diagnosis. You had a damaged amygdala, in short, your brain could not process fear. You could feel every emotion except fear. You were broken, and there was no way for you to fix it. 

That day on the playground you were lucky that your teacher had been there, swooping in like a hawk the minute you were pulled away from the group of children. You stood there confused as she held you behind her body, screaming at the man as she dialed the emergency line on her phone in her other hand. You had been so close to what could have been the end of your life, and you weren’t afraid for a single moment. 

As you grew up, so many people would tell you how lucky you were to never be afraid of anything. You could go skydiving, you could have a pet snake, you could get into a car accident and walk out as nonchalant as a person who had dropped their phone. But, was it okay to not be scared when you were stalked down the street in the dead of the night by someone wielding a knife? What would they do if you laughed in their face as they pinned you to the wall, the serrated edge of the blade digging into the slope of your throat? If you wouldn’t comply because you weren’t afraid, would they end your life? 

Being able to experience fear is human, it’s how you protect yourself. So how were you meant to do that when nothing could scare you? Were you meant to be hunted, to be killed before you could realize what was happening? If you could be scared, then that thought would do you in. 

In your small town you were as much of a phenomenon as you were a social pariah. As a child, your diagnosis became everyone’s business and soon enough was a reason to keep you isolated. What parent wanted their child befriending another who could get them in trouble as well? You were dangerous, you threatened their child’s safety. So, from day one, you were meant to be left alone. 

Your own family wasn’t quite so sure how to deal with your diagnosis, how to deal with you. What would be worse, to treat you like nothing was wrong or to remind you everyday that something was wrong? After the incident, your mother pulled you out of school, too frightened to even tempt fate with her daughter out in a world full of temptation and evil. If you had almost gone so willingly with the devil himself, then what more misfortune would you attract? 

For twenty years you had no friends, no job, no experience with the real world, and never left the house without a family member. You were lonely, depressed, riddled with anxiety, and an all around mess. You were kept prisoner for your lack of fear. You were treated much like a child or a pet, kept on a tight leash so that you wouldn’t wander and find trouble awaiting you. 

And those rare occasions when you could leave with your family were simply that, rare. Your social skills had become stunted, so to say. The foreign faces that passed you by appeared like blank slates to you. A warm smile or a gentle phrase from a stranger left you confused, how were you supposed to respond? Should you call out to your mom, hide behind your father? What were you supposed to say to them, were they a threat? Someone here to harm you and you would never know until it was far too late?

There were many possibilities, and your family did not want you to find out what they could be. 

And that was undeniably frustrating. You were an adult, all of your siblings had left home but you were still trapped there, unable to do anything you wanted. They claimed it was for your safety, but when they say that it makes you feel like that small child you had been so long ago. They were telling you you didn’t know any better and that pissed you off. You were not a child, you should not have to listen to what they say, and because of them you were stuck this way. Paranoid, friendless, and utterly lonely. How was that fair to you? How was that supposed to be keeping you safe?

So, what were you meant to do but disobey? You had been so good, never rebelled once and listened to everything they said. But why should you? They were the ones who stopped you from living your life and you were letting them? Shouldn’t you take charge of your life and do what you want for a change? Yes. You should.

And you did. 

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I read this during the editing process and god damn was it good! Ahh my heart ached so much for the reader and especially Yoongi but the ending got me the most😩 good work baby💖💕💌

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 || MYG

⟿𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Yoongi x f Reader feat, Jin (and Jungkook-kinda?)

⟿𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 18+ M, Heavy Angst, Smut, Futuristic!au , Oneshot

⟿𝒲o𝓇𝒹 𝒞o𝓊𝓃𝓉: 21.6k

⟿𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: An unforeseen turn of events leaves the life of the man you love in your hands. Approached with a scientific procedure that can save him, you accept the terms, not expecting the ramifications of your decision.

⟿𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, angst, mentions of major accident, HEAVY pining, rough kissing, biting, rutting, hot and heavy make out sessions, protected and unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, oral (male/female receiving), rough sex, tearing of clothes, mentions of fainting, heartbreak, mentions of physical trauma, brain trauma, mentions of memory loss, anxiety, mentions of surgery, complete paralysis, mentions of cancer, secondary character death, panic attacks, mentions of side effects, LOTS OF CRYING.sorry

˜”*°•This fic contains pretty heavy angst so please read the warnings accordingly and prepare your hearts. Header by @googikoo​ (thank you baby!) Also, I’m not a medical professional, so please don’t come at me for my mistakes lol. I tried my best to research accurately. Enjoy!•°*”˜

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love you, crazy

“I wish you would write a fic where jungkook wants to get off but you’re not available (for whatever reason) and he gets off by himself.”

or, 

you’re at a party with a coworker who has the hots for your boyfriend. Jeongguk decides to put an end to her comments once and for all, and he does it through… facetime?

pairing: jk x reader

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

word count: 3.1k

warnings: sexting, phone sex, male masturbation, sub jk, kinda exhibitionism lol, edging

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© love you, crazy is copyright vinterjeon 2020, all rights are reserved. This fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: so this is from an ask game of “i wish you’d write a fic where…” and a sweet anon left me this: “I wish you would write a fic where jungkook wants to get off but you’re not available (for whatever reason) and he gets off by himself.” i made it a little different and threw in some plot as well, but i hope you still like it! and this is largely unedited!

Parties are your thing. Usually. But when nearly all of your female coworkers around your age have gotten together at someone’s place, and you make the awful discovery that even she is here, it’s not the greatest of times. And by her, you mean your coworker that attended the same high school as your boyfriend.

It’s not like it means anything; they were never a thing, and for all you know, Jeongguk never looked her way. But your boyfriend is a sweetheart, always polite and friendly, and while that’s one of the reasons you adore him, you know that sort of kindness is often confused for flirting. Especially when you’ve never actually been flirted with by Jeongguk like Chaeyoung.

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This was so good💌 so well written! I really enjoyed it💜💖

code blue | pjm

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin x dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst // smut !!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.1K

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight dry humping, nipple play, oral sex (m. receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, jimin lowkey gets emotional, mirror sex, ball play, brief handjob, masturbation, cum shot, slight voyeurism if you squint, exhibitionism, fingering?? yeah i don’t remember, but probably.

⤑ chapter song: code blue // the dream

⤑ A/N: this is out much later than i had wanted :( // but this was fun to write like a lot of my written parts for this fic. i think im juss in love with these two, bc. i hope you guys really like it! don’t forget to let me know what you think x

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I literally read this all in one sitting and let me tell you! God it’s so good. I love how Jungkook’s trying to figure you out and everything and the twist that you were there because of Jimin *chefs kiss* ! Ahhh! I can’t wait to read the last part 💖💕 literally one of my favorites now💌

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

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piercings I | knj

↳ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

↳ Word Count: 2.8k

↳ Genre: best friends to lovers!au, smut, unprotected sex (be safe friends), copious amounts of nipple/nipple piercing play, namjoon seemingly has an oral fixation on nipple piercings, some swearing, namjoon is also a dumbass, there’s a bit of a dom kink but you gotta squint really hard to see it, i guess it’s kinda fluffy at the end

↳ Notes: OKAY SO! this lovely little masterpiece was written thanks to an anon i saw @ricegguk receive talking about a dream they had. so, thank you again anon for allowing me to use your dream as the basis of a fic!

       → read part two HERE!

“What’s that sticking through your shirt?”

The sudden question had you snapping your head to look over at your best friend before dropping your gaze to the front of your shirt. It took you a second to realize what had caught Namjoon’s attention, but when you saw it, you felt your stomach lurch.

Before he had come over, you’d only thrown on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of old sweats, not even thinking about putting a bra on. You and Namjoon have been best friends since you both were ten; it’s not like it was a fresh friendship, and you had to at all prim and proper around each other. You’ve seen him in his boxers, he’s seen you in your bra and panties. Big whoop. But you never thought about the fact that your newer piercings would show through your shirt.

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