Youre All Such Amazing Writers That I Might As Well Just Give You All My Money, I Mean, I Would, You

You’re all such amazing writers that I might as well just give you all my money, I mean, I would, you guys work so hard to get things out despite having your own schedules and personal life. So thank you! I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook kidnaps the reader, but after a while he becomes so dependent on her that the roles have switched. Like he gets nervous when she’s not showing enough attention on her and is pretty much emotionally fragile to the point of breaking down.

White Elephant

It was an accident. A textbook case of wrong time, wrong place. All YN had done was go to a party like every other person her age. How was she supposed to know that her harmless effort to talk to the loner sulking in the corner would be the first nail in her coffin?

The music was loud and the house was packed, sweaty, sticky bodies all pressed together in a single wasted mass. YN needed a break from the jumping and shouting to a song she cold barely even hear, the girl escaping into the nearly abandoned kitchen. Only two other people were there, some dude downing a bottle of water like his life depended on it and another man shrouded in the shadows, scrolling disinterestedly on his phone.

Water bottle dude leaves as soon as he’s done with his drink, diving back into the swing of the party. And then there were two. For the first few minutes, YN twiddled her thumbs, not quite sure what to do with herself. She felt incredibly awkward, entirely out of her comfort zone. But her mother’s words echo in her head.

“It’s college. Come out of your shell a bit,”

The girl clears her throat.

“So … cool part right?”

She cringes as soon as her words register. The hooded man doesn’t react, making YN’s skin flush brightly.

“Ah, that’s a dumb thing to say, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I just … um, nevermind,”

YN turns to leave, her hypothetical tail tucked between her legs. But before she can escape, the man speaks up.

“It’s shitty, to be honest,” he says.

YN stills. She hadn’t expected him to speak at all and certainly wouldn’t have guessed that his voice would be so melodic.

“So I’m not the only one who thinks so,” YN says, his words encouraging her to continue the conversation.

“There’s a reason I’m hiding out here,”

The man chuckles then, sweeping his hood off his head and ruffling his hair, smiling at her. For a moment, YN is completely flabbergasted, surprised by his stunning good lucks. His hair is on the long side, dark wispy locks curled at the end and brushing his lashes. His jawline is sharp and pronounced, a small scar on his cheek. He raises his hand, offering it to her.

“Jungkook,”

“Ah, I’m YN,” she says, taking his hand.

It’s warm, almost as hot as her cheeks.

For the rest of the night, the two chat in the kitchen, time flying by rapidly as they laugh and crack jokes, becoming fast friends.

But after the party, their friendship continues to deepen. At first, it’s the girl running into Jungkook every so often around campus. And then he appears in a few of her classes, taking the seat next to her with an innocent smile. And before YN knows it, she sees Jungkook every day. He practically never leaves her side, always coming up with an excuse to extend their time together for just ten more minutes.

And before she knows it, Jungkook has her hand in his, grinning at her, words falling from his lips.

“Marry me,”

“I - what?” YN asks, completely stunned.

It’s just a normal day like any other, the two friends hanging out at the local park, sitting on the swings and pushing themselves forward with the tips of their toes.

“Marry me,” he grasps her hand gently, looking her in the eyes with so much emotion a sick feeling rises up in YN’s stomach.

“You can’t be serious,” YN says, trying in vain to pull her hand away, “We’re not even dating,”

Jungkook tilts his head in the adorable way YN usually loves, but all it does now is send her heart speeding with fear.

“What are you talking about YN - ah? We’ve been dating for six months,”

YN tries harder to pull her hand away.“Jungkook this isn’t funny,”

The two of them haven’t ever gone on a single date, haven’t kissed once, hell they haven’t even known each other for six months!

“What isn’t funny? I’m not joking. Marry me. Please. You can’t say no. You can’t,”

With one more final pull, YN dashes away, ignoring Jungkook’s angered shouts calling her name.

And so she begins to ignore him, trying her hardest to avoid confrontation with the man. The space she has from him starts to shed light on the bizarre traits the man has that she ignored. The way he was always where she was, even if there was no way possible he should have known. The way he always insists they meet in places sparsely occupied by anyone else. The way he seemed to know every little thing about her even if she hadn’t told him.

How had she missed the signs? It’s obvious that something is very wrong with Jungkook, horribly wrong. But in her desperation for attention from somebody - anybody, she had closed a blind eye to every one of his red flags.

But who wouldn’t? Jungkook was gorgeous, incredibly talented, and somehow interested in her of all people.

She’d been the perfect sheep, the ideal victim.

But Jungkook wouldn’t make it easy for her. He quickly moved past calling her six hundred times a day to knocking on her door while she hid under her bedsheets, praying for him to go away. YN even tried to get the police involved but they turned her away, stating that she’s just paranoid.

But Jungkook has been pushed to his wit’s end. So one night when the hole in his heart has consumed him and left behind only anger and bitterness, he breaks into her apartment, standing over her, watching her sleep.

The man sighs, squatting beside her, brushing his long hair out of his face and running a finger down his beloved’s cheek, nearly shivering in delight.

Has long has it been since he’s touched her? The days and night seem to blur together into a single everlasting moment of suffering and loneliness. And so, selfishly, oh so selfishly, Jungkook slides the gleaming needle into her skin, watching her eyes blow open, covering her lovely mouth with his hand to mute her screams.

She struggles but is no match for Jungkook’s superior strength. Every second she weakens until her eyes once again flutter shut and she falls limp. Kissing her on the cheek, Jungkook hauls YN’s body over his shoulder, waltzing out of her apartment and into the darkness.

And when she wakes to his loving smile, beautiful face propped up on his hands, a ring on her fourth finger, all YN can do is cry. And cry and cry and cry.

And while her tears initially hurt Jungkook, he quickly grew annoyed.

“What is wrong with you?” he snaps after a solid week of YN despairing, “Shut the fuck up!”

His harsh words cause YN to gasp, biting her lip harshly to prevent more sobs from escaping. But her eyes water regardless, making Jungkook feel guilt.

Instantly he apologizes, gathering the handcuffed girl in his arms and cooing at her, smoothing her hair.

“I just love you so much. So so much. It’s driving me insane. Just love me back. That’s all I want. Love me back,”

YN does nothing but sniffle, relaxing in his hold for no reason other than pure exhaustion. Regardless Jungkook is exhilarated, her small moment of ingenuine affection making his heart soar. He doesn’t feel alone when he’s with her. He finally feels something other than pure desperation, total anguish.

But slowly, YN’s feeling of sadness and utter defeat morphs into bitterness and anger, the girl taking every moment to spew out how much she hates Jungkook with a passion. And every time, without fail Jungkook would crumple.

“You’re pretty fucking useless, you know that?” YN asks. Sitting crossed-legged on the large bed as she sucks on a grape popsicle, lips tinged purple, “I asked for strawberry,”

Jungkook’s lip wobbles.

“I - I know. It’s just that the store was out so I thought -”

“Stop thinking, Kookie, it’ll only get you in trouble,”

The man shuts up instantly, sniffing.

“You don’t want me to leave you, do you? I’m sure there are other men who are capable of at least getting me what I asked for,”

She twists the ring on her finger, beginning to slide it off.

“No!” Jungkook shouts, rushing to his feet, “Don’t! Please!”

“Did I say you could get up?” YN asks, cocking her head to the side.

Jungkook falls to his knees instantly, tears glistening in his pretty eyes.

“I’m sorry,”

“Come here,” YN demands, scooting to the edge of the bed.

He does so instantly, placing his head on the girl’s lap, desperate for her touch.

“I love you, you know that? You know how lucky you are? For me to love someone as awful as you?”

Jungkook nods, trembling, hesitantly reaching to grab YN’s hand, sighing when she lets him hold it. He fondles her ring, the cool metal comforting him.

“I know,”

“Good,” she says, kissing his head, “Never forget it,”

And in the end, the beast created a monster much worse than he could have ever imagined.

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It’s been a while. Enjoy!

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!

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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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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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 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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Deal

What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? Well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ also not very great descriptions of cancer treatment, im not a doctor. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, death, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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© Deal is copyright vinterjeon 2020. This fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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