Work Of Art

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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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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 You Were Mine || Ch. 06: Better Left Unsaid

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❝ You’ve avoided Jin since your messy breakup. Enters Jungkook, someone you’d grown to love and care for. But, with the shift in feelings– you make it a point to avoid everyone associated with the two brothers. Well, at least tries to but with how Jungkook felt that was a little easier said than done. Jungkook has a soft spot for you, everyone knew it. Jin knew it and he hated it but, what happens when that soft spot turns into something else? ❞

❝ rating ❞ » 18+ ❝ pairing ❞ » Jungkook x Fem!Reader / Hoseok x Fem!Reader / Seokjin x Fem!Reader ❝ genre ❞ » yandere, angst, smut, fluff, romance ❝ words ❞ » 4.4k+ ❝ warning(s) ❞ » Jungkook’s oral fixation comes out, choking (not in a good way), Jungkook being an ass hole, Areum not knowing when to take a hint, possessive Jungkook, bratty!Jungkook ❝ posted date ❞ » 11/30/20 ❝ ch. synopsis❞ » All Jungkook wanted to do was get you something to eat and drink. What he hadn’t expected was to have to deal with almost killing your roommate. It’s not his fault though… She’s just so damn irritating. You’d understand… Won’t you? ❝a/n❞ » I do not condone this kind of behavior. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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It’s the middle of the night when Jungkook awakens from a deep slumber. He untangles himself from your limbs but stays snuggled into your breast. He never wants to leave as long as you’ll indulge him because this is a vision of heaven. A rush of ecstasy. It thrives through his body and down to his soul and it makes him feel like he’s the luckiest man alive. 

He missed waking up to you naked since the last time you were in a rush to get home and he almost missed you. If it wasn’t for Jimin he probably would have but he didn’t get to treasure it like he usually does. 

He feels like he’s floating on a high he can’t explain. He could wake up to you like this every day.

He takes advantage of the fact that you’re sleeping, leaning in close to pepper kisses all over your breast before swirling his tongue right over your nipple while playing with the other. They’re hard. It’s more than likely from the cold. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he loves it. And that just means it feels warm against your cool skin and it makes you moan in your sleep. He sucks lightly, moving his hand from your breast down to creep up your thigh. He can feel you squirming in his grasp, whining for him to stop because you’re sore. He only hums but he doesn’t make a move to do much of anything else. 

“You don’t know understand how much you mean to me…” Jungkook mumbles, leaning over you to softly kiss your pretty reddened lips. He sees your upper lip twitch the moment you settle into the warmth his body radiates. “I fucking love you so much… it hurts. You don’t understand what the hell you do to me.”

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Why must you hurt me?

The Dark Prince pt.1 | JJK

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: Yandere, Royalty!au, Curse!au, Smut, Angst, 4k 

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18 +M smut, mentions of curses and witches, mentions of hexes, mentions of death (side character), mentions of corruption, angst, pillow humping, rutting, orgasm, mentions of cum and touching cum, anger, obsession, misunderstandings, abandonment, future smut.

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piercings and tattoos | knj + myg

↳ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader x Min Yoongi

↳ Word Count: 8k

↳ Genre: established relationship!au, time jump (about a year later), threesome, sex with a stranger, dom!yoongi, switch!namjoon, sub!reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, anal sex, slight bondage, slight panty fetish, multiple orgasms, slight sir kink, pet names, dirty talk (LOTS!!), sloppy seconds, facial, everybody’s got body piercings, yoongi’s also kind of a dick!

↳ Notes: i…. i don’t know what happened here…. i only know that this was two months in the making and i literally double this fic in size over the course of a single day. i am EXHAUSTED! but please enjoy the fruits of my labor fhdsjf

     → read part one HERE and part two HERE [i’ll add the links later]

“That guy has been staring at you all night, babe.”

Namjoon spun his head around so quickly you thought he might snap his neck. You laughed at the way his ears turned red, not used to receiving much attention outside of you. And especially not from other guys. You’ve seen your fair share of girls hit on your boyfriend, but another man staring down Namjoon was something new.

“Could you be any more obvious?” you said, still laughing.

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i’m a brat when it comes to ddlg 🥺 so brat and daddy guk plot would... hehdjdjdn fulfil me, i love everything about your writing and everything about tease my little heart could cry T-T !! and ah your new theme is so cute yesssss! 💞💗

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: daddy!Jungkook, dd/lg AU, bratty!reader, punishment: rough manhandling, breath play, spanking, the use of the word whore once, Jungkook is hella possessive, slight/implied sexual content, tattoo artist!jungkook because I saw the opportunity and needed to take it

Word Count: 6k

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“So is there a reason you’re here or…?” Jimin raised his brows, his feet kicked up on the counter of the register where he continued drawing his design for a client, the parlor was in its dead hour of the day, usually ten all the way up until lunchtime there was rarely ever any clients. Jungkook, however, had his fill of plenty in the morning which left you out here with nothing to do.

Sighing you laid on the bench, “My professors’ wife had some medical emergency so he canceled class. When is Jungkook gonna be done?” You glanced at the clock for the tenth time, you knew bugging him at work was nothing but trouble but…! Wouldn’t he enjoy seeing you? Especially in your pretty skirt! It was the pastel pink one he had bought for you some time ago but given the cold weather you just never had a chance to wear it.

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