Homecoming

Homecoming

Summary: You haven’t seen your boyfriends, Jungkook and Taehyung, in a few days, and you haven’t had any alone time with them since the birth of your baby. They give you one hell of a homecoming.

A/n: This is a commission for a lovely follower, containing all the kinks, I hope you enjoy it my love!

Warnings: bless me father for I have sinned, impregnation kink, lactation kink, degradation, dirty talk, mmf threesome, sub Jungkook and Tae and reader are switchy, oral (both receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, breast worship, there’s just a lot going on here, established poly

Word Count: 2811

Your trip home from visiting your family hasn’t been the best, it seemed to take forever.

You’d missed your boys viscerally the last couple days, and when you’d called, Taehyung had seemed a bit…distracted. He’d asked about the baby, whined a little that your parents would be keeping her overnight, but then he’d gone quiet.

“Is everything okay?” You’d asked after a long silence.

“Hmm? Oh, sure, jagiya, everything’s fine, we just miss our girls.” His tone is low and almost lazy.

“I haven’t been able to reach Kookie, can you put him on the phone?”

Taehyung chuckles low in his throat.

“Ah, our Jungkookie is a bit tied up right now, but you’ll see him when you get home. We have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?" 

"Mmm, you’ll like it, jagi. I promise.”

You frown when he hangs up, but you’ve learned in the last few months to expect lots of surprises from your two boyfriends. You hadn’t expected to end up with two boyfriends when you’d started dating Taehyung, but when you met Jungkook and hit it off, he was quick to suggest a polyamorous situation.

Things had gone rather smoothly with only a couple jealous flare-ups from Jungkook, and you loved how spontaneous and exciting your sex life could be with them. Then the unexpected had happened again, and you’d found yourself pregnant.

Taehyung had only shrugged when you told him you couldn’t be sure who the father was, hugged you tight. “It’ll be mine either way, just like you and Jungkook are.”

Your daughter was nearing three months old and between the new baby and figuring out a new living situation, you hadn’t been able to be with the two of them alone.

You’d been officially living with the two of them for just under two months, but it already felt more like home than your old apartment had.

You let yourself in with your key and leave your luggage at the door, kicking off your shoes. It seems almost eerily quiet in the apartment, usually there’s sounds of your boys playing video games or talking.

“Tae? Kook?” You call hesitantly.

“In the bedroom,” you hear Taehyung, still sounding lazy and distracted.

You walk towards the bedroom, peering inside, and your breath catches in your throat.

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DEATHBLOW (m)

yandere!reader x serialkiller!jungkook. 

PLEASE read the warnings! Jungkook is in no way affiliated with his character in this fic, or in any of my works.

word count: 10.5k give or take. 

Forced drug use, addiction, GRAPHIC gore/murder/death, gaslighting, obsession, implied smut, fluff that isn’t really fluff but sugarcoated manipulation, etc etc.

Please be on the lookout for anything else and exit the moment you see something triggering. I cannot account for every little detail!

Taglist! @koochiekoo​ @tcfmataw​ @fancykoos​ @madygswich​ @1-in-abillion​

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Work of Art

Ships: Painting! Taehyung x Yandere! Reader

TW: y/n’s mental state deteriorates throughout the story, unhealthy obsession with a painting, delusions, hallucinations, descriptions of violent murder, i am scared of myself for writing this

(Please don’t take the warnings lightly, when i say yandere reader i mean it and i know fics as dark as these aren’t very common from what i’ve seen, so proceed with caution if you are not comfortable with these themes or are new to them)

A/N: it’s here! i went through hell bc tumblr died on me twice before uploading this loll special thanks to anon and @adoreyoukoo for hyping me up to write this!! read the a/n at the end for an explanation and yes, this is d a r k, nothing like any of my fics. (if youve been here since the start this title might sound familiar…)

| In your warped perspective, he was alive, and he was yours |

You first saw the painting when you went to visit an old friend in the local museum. Namjoon had been working there for as long as you could remember, and was very dedicated to his job. You had never really visited the museum, never thinking it was that special, but he had insisted, and who were you to refuse?

You weren’t wrong. It wasn’t anything special. But you had also never expected to come across the painting you would later fall in love with there. At first, it didn’t really catch your eye. Namjoon was showing you around the museum, hand in yours and eyes filled with excitement and passion, and when you reached the wing of the place which contained beautiful paintings, you hadn’t even seen the golden framed masterpiece hanging across the wall from you. In fact, you were already dozing off a little.

You felt bad for not showing the purple haired man more enthusiasm, but you weren’t really paying attention to his animated rambling. However, seeing his ecstatic dimpled smile as he made a few thoughtful comments and pointed out certain things he thought you might find interesting made you smile a little as well.

If there were more people in the room with you, you already knew many envious eyes would be glaring at your figure glued to Namjoon’s side, considering his intellectuality and good looks. However, the room was painfully empty except for the two of you.

It was a small town, after all. 

It was only when you were about to leave the wing you noticed the beautiful portrait, standing out against the vintage wallpaper and dim lighting. You froze in your position, suddenly possessed with a strong desire to know more about it, to admire it.

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✎ 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗹

jeon jungkook | wc : 888 | part 1/14

yandere!au

jeon jungkook had never been the type to have crushes or even be into woman sexually. but that all changed when he saw you.

🤍 : sorry if its short 😅 there are a lot more chapters to come. i was extremely nervous about putting this out so if you could tell me what you think i would appreciate it :D

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

i love you.

you should know that.

i made it obvious.

but i haven’t made it obvious that it is me that loves you.

however you will know soon. im shy. i cant casually say all the dirty things i’ve been writing to you. that’s not polite.

your rather innocent- well, you act like you are. i know for a fact that your a virgin, yet you’re very aware of anything and everything having to do with sex. your jokes are dirty, foul and playful; sometimes dark but that generally depends on your kind of mood. i genuinely see you as a very funny girl. i always laugh when im around you, sometimes to the point where im hunched over and can’t breathe properly.

thats what i like best. you always know how to make me smile, even on days where i dont think it’s possible.

you find ways to comfort me. you listen to me and let me vent. you tell me your thoughts and even ask questions to get a better understanding. and frankly, it makes me feel special that you care that much to want to know more.

you give me insight. you dont give me advice because you know thats not what i want to hear, most people venting dont wanna hear it either. but the insight you give me has helped me to great extents. ive gotten to know myself better, my situations and other prevailing issues. the world became a little less scary since you’ve been in it, and im eternally greatful.

thanks to you, i found out that i am a demisexual. i thought i might be a flat out asexual who had no interest in romantic dating let alone sex. sometimes i even thought that there was something wrong with me, and for a long time i believed it. why wasnt i interested in dating? all my friends were invested in it, but why couldn’t i be? why did i have no sexual desire when it came to... well anything? all my friends raved about how great sex was, yet i saw something equivalent to kissing thin air.

but when i met you... and got to know you. i unknowingly became attached to you and developed a one sided intimate bond. once that happened, i started experiencing something i never have before: romantic and sexual desire. but only towards you.

please understand that i’ve never dated anyone in my life, i was never interested in that aspect of life. so all this is very new to me. never in my whole existence have i wanted someone more then i wanted you; and in more ways than one.

i think about doing all kinds of things to you. and you have no idea what im thinking about you as you work at your desk and i work at mine. i sit only a mere foot away. as i sneak glances at you we periodically make eye contact, but you look away so you think i didnt notice. oh but i notice, i notice everything you do.

you dont know how much i wanna hold you in my arms and sleep soundly next to you all night. i wanna do cheesy couple things and take you on picnic dates, or to the movies, hell, even make cookies together when we’re bored.

i want to ruin you. i wanna be your first for many, many things. just the thought of us exploring a new world together, experiencing things my friends have rambled on and on about, being each other’s first...god, it gave me chills. i have literally dreamt about it. of course im sure a dream versus the reality will be a hell of a lot different.

you have absolutely no clue what you do to me. but im praying that my little letters i send to you express enough of what im feeling. more specifically, how you make me feel.

call me a coward, i dont care.

just understand one thing: you are mine

and i think you got the message. i hear how giddy you get when you tell your friends the contents inside the letter everytime you receive a new one. you arent shy about it either. you tell them it all in fucking detail. if you weren’t so cute when you talk about my letters, i would’ve shut that shit down a long time ago. but i do have to give you some credit; you keep the more... dirtier rather than vulgar letters to yourself. im glad you kept that part to yourself. no one needs to know, its our little secret.

days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. im still working up the courage to ask you out. im quite bold in my letters though. so why can’t i be like that everytime i see you? it probably has to do with the fact that i’ve never experienced this kind of feeling, nor had to deal with the facets of dating.

despite how excited you get when you read my letters, i have no idea if you have feelings for me.

for all i know, you’re in love with the anonymous secret admirer who sends you letters all the time... and not me. not jungkook. maybe i made a mistake there... im not sure.

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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deep six. (m) jjk

It’s like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. He didn’t know snakes can hear the prey, can’t try to break the psyche down.

pairing: biker!jk x reader genre: smut, light angst warnings: infidelity, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don’t do this), oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, pussy slapping, choking, spanking, and really sweet loving biker gang jungkook, word count: 10.7k+ author’s note: this is based off a request a sweet anon sent me! i added what i could, i hope i did it justice and you enjoy it uwu 

There were many rules Jungkook had to follow when he joined Deep Six, but the main three were simple.

One: Blind loyalty is demanded. Two: Respect other members. Three: Never get involved with a Cobra.

Jungkook was not a rule breaker, loyal to the club in its entirety, always respecting all of the members even when some of them seemed determined to get under his skin, but he was struggling pretty hard with rule number three.

Sure you were currently bouncing on top of him like your life depended on it, your hair pushed off your face and the prettiest pout on your lips as you moaned about how big his cock was, but you weren’t technically a Cobra.

Your boyfriend was.

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