Love You, Crazy

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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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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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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Falling For You - Yandere!Fallen Angel!Taehyung X Reader

Yandere!AU - Part of the Yandere!BTS X Reader Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Words: 11,123

Warning: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Merry Christmas to those that celebrate! Happy Holidays to those that do not! Yay! It’s finally here~ I’m so happy with the way this one turned out, if I’m being honest. It’s a little different than the other ones I’ve posted so far, so if you need me to explain anything, feel free to shoot me an ask! As always, I do not believe Taehyung, nor any member of BTS would act like this. This is just my interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is always greatly appreciated, I really hope you enjoy!

**Ego expulsurus sum = I cast out

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Money Shot | Yandere! Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Mafia boss Yoongi surprises you at work after you avoid him.

Warnings: hard yandere! yoongi, bank robbery situation, public humiliation, non con/dub con, murder, physical abuse, blowjob, mentions of explicit sex, minimal gore, there’s guns 

Word Count: 3.1K

It was meant to be just another day at the bank. It was early morning and the weather forecast said it’d be cloudy with a chance of rain. 

You heeded the warning and tossed an umbrella in the backseat before driving to work. Maybe things would have turned out better for you if you had listened to him instead. 

But your phone was switched off and no warnings about the weather from him could reach you. 

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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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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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