Star-Crossed

Star-Crossed

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader ; Yandere!au 

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Yandere behavior, emotional abuse, extremely unhealthy relationship, kidnapping, manipulation, profanity, mentions of mental illness, blood, knives and murder.

  Author’s note:   This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.

A special mention to thank @kpopyandere​ for writing stellar yandere fics, which inspired me to try my hand at yandere!au for the first time. Thanks, @junqkook​ for writing the enthralling ‘Every Breath You Take’, the quality of which I can never dream to surpass.

Okay, read and enjoy!

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Trigger Happy

Summary: You’re an undercover cop infiltrating the mafia but things aren’t looking too good for you when the kingpin himself is pointing a gun at your head. 

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Jeon Jungkook 

Warnings: mean dom jungkook, murder, drug usage, gun play, fear play, dirty talk, daddy kink, oral sex - female receiving, dub con/non con, mafia au, implied stalking, yandere behaviour

Word Count: 3.3K 

A/N: going through writer’s burnout T^T pls read warnings carefully <3 

Dollar bills rain down upon strippers’ faces like their tears whilst people swallow up the sight of their bodies; swimming naked within their blown pupils, sliding into the darkness of their bellies. The electric lights flicker upon their skin like sunbeams, painting their body into the hues of something that can be devoured like the sickeningly sweet cosmopolitan in their hand. It burns within the back of their throats, sparks a fire within their loins. It makes the inside of the club feel otherworldly, makes them forget about their morality as their hungry, predatory eyes zero onto the half-naked women crawling towards them on their hands and knees.

Their lips do not move yet they believe the lipstick that paints their mouths red speaks of their carnality. Crimson claws hooked onto their leather belts, as though they’re begging to be fucked with brutality. But everything is merely a fantasy. A manifestation of power from the money that they tuck into their lace panties, waving dollar bills in front of their faces like candy. You’re a distraction, eye candy to be consumed, no matter how much they want to feel your flesh hot and pulsing around their cocks. They want to own you and you allow them to think, for a second, that they do.

There is only the beat, no words to the song that flows from the speakers mounted under the ceiling. Pointed towards you like the electric red lights, rippling across your skin like you’re a nymph underwater, drowning you in a sea of blood. In the colour that represents danger and hot-blooded lust. 

In the absence of lyrics, these men can fill it in with their thoughts, of what they want to do to you. You defy gravity with every spin, legs wrapped around the pole like a serpent, your calloused fingers gripping onto the metal as you spread your legs wide open in temptation. You appear weightless, chiaroscuro painted within a dream, appearing before the eyes of men like a daydream whilst alcohol and illicit drugs runs through their bloodstream.

And you wonder what it is that runs through Jeon Jungkook’s mind as he watches you.

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titty kitty milk - hybrid!myg x reader

This is a collab with @kittymyg :) you can read her version here.

cw// lactation kink

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Soft, warm, squishy.

Laying in your shared bed while resting against your triple d's was heaven in itself for Yoongi.

You had been married to Yoongi, a Japanese Bobtail cat hybrid, for five years, and you both cherished every second of it.

He loved rubbing his head against your lactating chest, and sometimes if he was really good you would allow him a few mouthfuls of your milk as a special treat.

You were still asleep, and he had just woken up, and seeing how you were both naked from the previous nights activities, he saw it as an open invitation for some milk.

He moved himself so that while you were asleep on your back, he was laying on top of you facing you, at eye level with your left tit.

He latched onto you, and had swallowed only a few mouthfuls of your sweet milk, when you grabbed him by the nape of his neck, effectively making his whole body go slack, including his mouth. The milk that was in his mouth was spilled out, running out of his mouth and down his face onto you.

You let go of his nape and he begins to cough up what little milk he managed to choke on.

He sits up and manages to wheeze out a, "What was that for?".

"Thats for drinking my milk before your own children get their breakfast. That's why.", You say while climbing out of bed and tugging a pair of shorts on while Yoongi still sputters on the remains of milk in his throat.

You don't even bother putting a shirt on as you walk to the next room, the nursery that held your eight month old triplets, Suan, Soyeon, and Suji, one of them still asleep, and two of which at the sight of you began mewling out of hunger.

You take the two crying hybrid children out of the shared crib, and carry them over to the rocking chair with the intent of nursing them.

You sit yourself down, and they imediately begin suckling your milk as if it was their last meal.

You knew Yoongi liked your milk, but to drink your milk before your children did was a big no-no. If you were to let him, he would keep drinking your milk even if he was already full, and leave none for your children. He kept insisting that you should feed them a formula instead of your milk so he could have you all to himself, and you had tried that, only to be met with resistance when the triplets absolutely refused to drink it.

Yoongi walked in the nursery, and sat down on the couch by the rocking chair. After a few minutes, he looked over at you, down to your feeding children, then back up to you and had the audacity to whisper-ask, "Are they almost done?".

To which you lovingly elbow him in the ribs and chuckled quietly to yourself.

"I think so, they're beginning to nod off, and Suan's still asleep."

He nods.

A minute later, they've both been burped, and are now asleep.

You both walk back to the bedroom, Yoongi hot on your heels. You sit up in bed and he immediately jumps to your side latching himself on your right tit this time, happily purring while getting some milk.

A minute or so later, you hear mewling from the nursery, and he grumbles out a, "You gotta be kidding me.", while you get up again to feed the crying child, and at this point, he feels like he wants to start crying.

DESSERT (cinnamon roll) || JJK

pairing: famouschef!jungkook x waiter!reader

genre: filthy smut, ‘office’ romance, probably inaccurate fame growth

word count: 5.4k

summary: you always did want to know what jungkook tasted like. 

warnings: food-play, overuse of pet names, restaurantowner!jk, foodfranchiseowner!jk, age gap, spanking, orgasm denials, overstimulation, mean dom!jk, unprotected sex, creampie, cum-eating for like one second???, jungkook is one mean sadistic bitch. 

author’s note; jungkook is a mean dom but he kinda sounds like a sub sometimes [probably bc sub, whiny koo makes me scream]. there’s also an age gap, [you’re 20 and he’s 31 but idc i love it 😡😡😡😡]. he also calls her sweetheart too much 🤡. but the ending is for you to decide because it could be too much for some people! 

you sigh, running both your hands through your hair, “god, i can’t believe i had to see that thing again—” the kitchen’s back doors swing open, cutting off your short cursing of the snobby ex best-friend (that snatched your boyfriend) you had to serve. 

with your hands still tugging on your hair, your head whirls toward the double doors and your hands almost immediately respectively drop to your sides as you bow, fingers stuttering for a moment in shock.  

you’re met face to face with the owner of the restaurant, mr jeon. he’s standing in his black turtleneck, slacks and to top it off, a long black overcoat. the young man’s insanely handsome with a wealth you could only dream of, being in college and all. you’ve only been working there for a few months but you’ve gotten closer to him, much closer than the other workers in the five-star restaurant. 

but you still fail to get over the submissiveness that hits you hard whenever he gives you his usual cold stare whenever he visits the restaurant to see how it’s going.

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Thrills Found On Solid Ground (M)

A/N: I snagged a work at home job! (yay!) Less hours though, which is bittersweet. I will be a little strapped for cash, so I will link my ko-fi below and anything helps, really. I am considering opening up comisions, if anyone would like that, let me know! Less hours means way more time to write so color me a happy camper. As way to celebrate positive changes, and in honor of me putting in my two weeks at my current job, enjoy the next installment in the Soft Yandere BTS fics! Let me know how you feel about it, and I hope you enjoy. 

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst if you squint a bit

Word Count: 9.4k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: yandere tendencies, toxic traits, obsessive and posessive male, subtly unhealthy relationship, vaginal sex, cunnilingus

Summary: You had always been an idiot, you mistook this as being a risk-taker, a wild adrenaline junkie. As a result, you found yourself on some dating app, then on a bad date, then on a skywalk 1,000 ft above ground. Looking down, you felt impending doom, clutching to anything, or anyone, you could. You couldn’t have known the stanger you clutched onto, in the middle of two skyscrapers, too high above solid ground, had no plans to let you go.

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good for you || Jimin

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: Jimin can’t help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: PWP / Porn With Feelings, Fwb!au

Tags & Warnings: smut, (sub!jimin kinda, soft dom!reader, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, praise kink, sub space I think), explicit language.

Also available on Ao3

A/N: I really needed to write that one to get it out of my mind lol. It’s really just smut. It’s also technically a college AU but it’s not mentioned at all so yeah, do with that what you will. I might write some more for this AU after I’ve written more for if I can never give you peace but yeah, in the meantime I hope you’ll enjoy this!

It seems that Jimin just can’t stop drowning himself in you.

He doesn’t mean to, really, nor did he mean for it to happen. He didn’t realize the power your eyes could have on him, didn’t think he would end up only able to think about you and your lips, didn’t imagine that after getting a taste he would constantly long to be back in your arms. Even when he waits for you to text, checking his phone more than he’d like to admit, he tries not to think about what you do to him exactly.

And then you do text, and he’s already ready to go and meet you, because he misses your touch so badly. When he gets there, you open the door and you smile at him, and he knows, he just knows. He’s a goner.

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