Cry Me A River | Masterpost

Cry Me A River | Masterpost

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff, poly!au, mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

— status: ongoing

— warnings: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, allusions to physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes

one. the breaking | you tried so hard to be enough

two. the lie | a house made of cards, they lived in your beautiful fairytale

three. the promise | if you told them about the darkness inside of you, would they still look at you like you're the sun?

four. the gentle heart | keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you

five. the void | no matter how many times you read a story over and over again, it always ends the same

six. the puppeteer | father wanted perfection, you fell in love with disorder

seven. coming soon...

On the First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me…

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere au, angst

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: When your boss, Mr. Kim, asked you to help him pick out some presents for his boyfriend, Mr. Jeon, you thought it was an easy way to make a quick buck on Christmas Eve. Little do you know, there is much more brewing beneath the surface than you could have ever imagined.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, kidnapping, drugging (don’t trust the eggnog!), Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, invasion of personal space, mentions of engagement and marriage, general discomfort, objectification, forced kissing, making out, use of pet names: darling, baby, sweetie, threats.

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, everyone!!! Hope you have an incredible day for all who are celebrating! And here’s to hoping that you never find yourself in the same situation as Y/n lol. Stay safe y’all! And Happy Holidays, once again!! 💕💕💕

Mr. Kim was sitting typing on his computer when you walked into his office with his morning coffee. At the click of the door opening, he looked up at you, before immediately looking back at his screen. “Oh, Y/n, it’s just you.”

You stood in front of his desk, moving the hot mug from hand to hand as it slightly burned your palms. He always wanted his coffee piping hot, so scalding that even the handle couldn’t escape the heat. And with the new Christmas themed mug that Jungkook had gotten him—a reindeer head shaped mug with not even a handle—it only upped the torture you had to endure for the sake of your boss’ preference. “Yes, sir. Your coffee,” you said, before placing it down on a coaster.

“Thank you, Y/n. I can always rely on you.” He glanced at you for a second, winking with a soft smile on his face.

It was odd to see him being so kind. Mr. Kim wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence, to say the least. Quite the opposite actually. In the office, he is the cold, stoic, but smart CEO that everyone knows better than to cross. Not mean-spirited, per se, but definitely not someone who goes around giving compliments to people. This was new.

You shifted on your feet. “Uh, no worries. That’s quite literally a part of my job.”

When he reached for the mug, you couldn’t help, but warn him. “Wait! It’s really hot! I know you like it hot, but the mug is incredibly hot today. I just made it.”

He raised an eyebrow at your loud voice, never before have you spoken so openly with him. You’ve always been the definition of quiet compliance and poise. “Hot, hmm?”

You held your hands in front of you. “Yes, Mr. Jeon sent a new mug for you to use this morning. It doesn’t have a handle.”

He tapped the tip of his index finger against the ceramic cheek of the reindeer, before pulling his hand back hissing. He pressed his finger into his mouth to soothe the burn. “Yes, I see,” he said, around his finger.

Your eyes lingered on the sight. He watched you just as intensely, though you didn’t notice.

He popped his finger out of his mouth, and you were brought back to earth. “Jungkook,” he started, his voice somewhat sounded overwhelmed as he ran a hand over his face,  “has been getting me quite a few gifts now that I proposed to him.”

“Oh!” You interrupted. “Congratulations, Mr. Kim. Please, give my congrats to Mr. Jeon as well.”

“Yes, yes.” He waved away the topic. “Thank you, and I will let him know. He’ll be thrilled to receive your well wishes.”

His eyes glinted with something hidden. But as quickly as it came, it was gone.

Mr. Kim let out a sigh, before he began speaking again. “The thing is that he feels the need to prove his place as my future husband even though I’ve told him there is no need to. He’s become even more domestic than before.”

Then he mumbled more to himself, “Didn’t even think that was possible.”

He gestured at you. “You’ll see a lot more of him around here, he’s really over the moon. Can barely stay away. He already gets bored spending all day at home on his own, that’s partially why he always finds himself here. …Maybe I should get him a puppy… or something.” He eyed you for a moment, before turning back to shuffle around a pile of papers on his desk.

“Anyway, let me know if he becomes too much, I’ll let him know. I know he gets a bit excited, especially when you’re near.”

“Oh right. Of course, sir. Thank you.”

It was surprising that he seemed to be aware that Jungkook’s frequent visits had become too much for you. He would come semi-regularly to the office, hoping to see his boyfriend. However, because of Namjoon’s demanding work schedule: endless meetings, calls, and projects to overlook, Jungkook would often have to wait before he’d be able to see his boyfriend. And so he’d lean against your desk that was placed in front of Namjoon’s office, chin resting on top of  the palm of his hand, talking your ear off.

At first, it was just a way for him to kill time. And since he was your boss’ boyfriend, you endured him. You gave him one word answers as you tried to complete your work, while he would go on and on about whatever topic had piqued his interest that week.

However, as time passed, he’d begun to think of you as a friend. He would come just to see you, just to talk to you about the latest hobby he had taken on at home. Some days he would talk to you for over an hour, and when you’d finally tell him that Mr. Kim’s meeting had ended and he could enter his office, he’d leave without meeting him. He’d smile at you and let you know that he’d come to see you that day, not Namjoon.

It confused you, but considering he was a stay-at-home-boyfriend with seemingly little to no friends, you didn’t mind having to deal with his visits. He was entertaining in the bleak office climate. Especially after you’d been moved up to Namjoon’s empty floor.

Namjoon cleared his throat, causing you to jump.

“Um, right! If you don’t need anything else, I’ll go back to my desk. Let me know if you need anything, sir.”

He nodded. “I will.”

You turned on your heels, making your way to the door. As soon as your hand grasped the doorknob, the door opened, pushing you back. In less than a second you found yourself in someone’s embrace.

“Y/n!” the person said. They pulled and pushed you about in their arms making you hold on to them tighter to keep from falling. “I didn’t see you at your desk! I got worried that you’d taken the day off. Don’t do that to me!”

“Darling,” Namjoon commanded. “Let my assistant go.”

Jungkook obliged though with a whine and a dramatic pout. “Fineeeee.”

Finally able to look at him, you took in his outfit. He was dressed in a cute oversized off-white knit sweater that made his large frame look tiny. Hair fluffed in a just-got-of-bed style that only added to his overall cute aura. His eyes shined as he kept practically jumping with excitement. He was barely able to contain his joy.

“Y/n, Y/n, guess what! Guess what!” He was radiating happiness and sunshine that honestly made it hard to look at him.

“What?” you asked.

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Cry Me A River | Masterpost

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff, poly!au, mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

— status: ongoing

— warnings: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, allusions to physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes

one. the breaking | you tried so hard to be enough

two. the lie | a house made of cards, they lived in your beautiful fairytale

three. the promise | if you told them about the darkness inside of you, would they still look at you like you're the sun?

four. the gentle heart | keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you

five. the void | no matter how many times you read a story over and over again, it always ends the same

six. coming soon...

raven | yandere!jungkook au

— pairing: cult leader!jungkook x reader ( f )

— genre: yandere, angst, smut

— warnings: NON-CON , S/A, triggering themes, arranged marriage ( sort of ),  obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, supernatural themes, gore and violence, blood, mentions of child sacrifice, mentions of rituals & the occult, mentions of religion, jk is just a straight up menace in this im sorry

— word count: 15k

summary : There’s an evil that lurks in your village but you’re convinced it has noting to do with the sweet baker’s son you are meant to marry.

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The shift in the air was felt instantly, like a black cloud summoning from beneath the mountains ahead. Yet the sky was clear as ever, the sun bathing you completely.

You gripped the basket in your hands tighter, not being able to shake away the dreadful feeling that came over you. There was many dangers in the forest, but there also many dangers in the village, people had grown desperate over the years.

The immense poverty had struck your home even more brutally than the other neighboring villages. It was not rare for thieves to linger behind the shadows, waiting to strike and snatch up the little food you had managed to gather.

Luckily for you, most people wouldn’t bother to steal what you were carrying. There was only a handful of berries, alongside some herbs for some tea to make for your father tonight. He had been having terrible body aches and you had little to no knowledge on remedies but an old woman had told you about certain herbs that were found far south of the forest, not too deep in but if you followed a distinct path that had been carved out and layered with stones, you would come across the desired bushes that grew various gifted plants.

The wind had picked up, growing slightly colder and your ears were alert, listening to how it rattled through the tall trees that surrounded you. The sudden sound of cawing made your head look upwards, your gaze landing on a raven that flew above your head. The cawing continued and your curious nature watched the black feathered bird fly lower, turning its wings downwards. Your eyebrows knit together as you watch it turn around, headed dangerously close to your head.

Instinctively, you duck your head and stumble to the side, afraid that the creature had somehow mistaken you for its prey.

It flies past you, obnoxiously cawing one last time before you watch it disappear behind the trees.

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Jungkook: No Fun (1) 🔞

You're nothing special.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Bunny hybrid!Jungkook, Idol!Jungkook, Idol!Bangtan, Bunny hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to ???

Wordcount: 2k (short)

Additional Chapter Warnings: jungkook's hella two-faced, smut, protected (condom), Dom!Jungkook, slight fluff?, hybrid behavior (scenting, marking, grooming/bonding), reader is a little oblivious in this, manhandling, pls kids use lube thanks

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When he steps into the hotel room rented, you're standing up from your spot on the couch- and his attention is definitely caught at the sight of you.

You pleasantly fit his personal ideal physically, from first glance. He smiles to himself as he closes the door, walking towards you before he bows politely while you do the same. "Uhm.. sit down, I- I feel like talking first is important." He explains, and you do so, sitting down at the edge of the small sofa, whereas he sits in the opposite corner of it to make you comfortable. "...one might think I wouldn't be so awkward every time." He chuckles a bit, picking on his face a bit, and you shake your head.

"Its fine." You say, and his eyes practically zoom in on not just your lips, but the sound of your voice.

It's a jackpot this time, he thinks, as he thinks about you sitting here. You smell nice- soft, not too overbearing, very gentle and not artificial, so it must be your natural scent mixed with whatever detergent you use for your laundry. Your skin looks soft to the touch, delicate, warm, and your voice has a pleasant tune to it, natural and unforced as you speak.

He can't wait to have you pinned underneath him.

With a pretty face, he might even make an exception to his usual routine and favors, and fuck you missionary just to look at you. "So uhm.. how does this work.?" You ask, hands fiddling with your skirt a little, fabric cheap but well-sewn together. He likes that you wear stockings, pale pink one's that accentuate your legs. The top you wear seems a lot more expensive; soft, but a little worn down. You probably have worn this for years by now- and he would like to maybe even steal it as a souvenir.

He could just pretend it got mixed up in the hotel laundry. He'll buy you something new instead.

"Usually we talk first you know. Like.. what you like, what you don't like, stuff like that." He says. "What's your name?" He asks, making sure to have his body leaning into your direction to seem interested and invested in your answer. It's always the same the first time, after all; and he can't risk his reputation like this either. He needs to uphold his image of the pure romantic lover that everybody has of him-

Anything else doesn't sell well, after all.

"Y/N." You introduce yourself, finally looking at him. Your gaze quickly evades however, unable to hold the strong one he sends you, dark doe eyes fixed on you. He carefully reaches out to move your fave back towards him.

"Hey no-" he softly says. "-just pretend I'm no one special." He says. This route is the safest he knows, and he really doesn't want to scare you off. "Do you need a moment? We can eat something first if you'd like to." He offers, and you nod, needing to calm down first. He nods as well, smiling boyishly before he stands up to pick up the hotel phone to order room service. "What would you like? You can just point, no worries." He whispers as he holds the phone speaker shut. "And don't worry about the price either." He grins.

You swallow at the numbers on the side, but comply to his wish, pointing at some things you'd like.

You're neither trying to be cheap, nor do you order typical diet-food. His fondness of you grows with every moment, it seems, as his bunny tail wiggles while he orders. You're a bit jealous at that; you yourself still struggle to order a mere pizza over the phone, eternally grateful for online ordering these days so you don't have to talk to anyone directly. Phone calls creep you out.

But then again, he's an idol; and known to be fearless, despite his hybrid species.

Physically, he fits the perfect buck however, in your hybrid perspective of things at least. Well taken care of body, not too tall, strong thighs, shiny fur on both his tail and ears. His eyes are round and expressive, he's known to be determined and competitive, not shying away from any challenge or be scared easily. You're not the standard- but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

But then again; maybe he was already in a different state of mind. Maybe he didn't care at all.

But the way he makes sure you eat and become more relaxed around him makes you doubt that. He's nice, not overly sweet to you, playfully arguing on some things you talk about as you feel yourself become more comfortable. He notices too- food at this point not as delicious as he knows you probably taste. Your scent changes- becoming more and more enticing, less possible to ignore to him, but he manages to finish his food at least, letting himself sit for a minute.

"My best friend- she's a lynx-hybrid." You giggle. He likes that sound; it's unforced, cute, but in a natural way. "People made fun of us in school a lot. Called me red riding hood and her the wolf." You tell him, and he chuckles.

He doesn't have stories like that- after all, his school days were cut short by a lot, and when he did went, people wanted to befriend him only for their own gain.

"But she's really sweet. She means well." He doesn't like the way you talk about that friend. While his rational mind is sure she really is just a friend, his inner heat makes him feel competitive against her- as if he needs to prove himself to be better. In what exactly, he's not sure. But then again, he's sure there's no competition in any way, no matter which one.

You both casually move to the bed, at first merely laying next to each other, before you end up closer, and you're finally close enough for jungkook to get an actual taste of your scent properly. It makes him run his nose over the crook of your neck, leaving his own a little, before he tests the waters, kissing slightly. You giggle, and his ears flick into your direction.

He's got you.

And it doesn't take much other than him positioning himself above you, lips catching yours in kisses that turn more and more feverish with every second passing for you to fall into full heat. At this point, he's comfortable, knowing that he's got what he wanted, excitement drumming through him as his inked hand helps in undressing you.

He hopes he remembers that top when you're both done.

Right now he's not sure how long it'll take him- but he can feel it with the way he's aching almost painfully that this time, it'll be a long one. He tries hard not to rip any of your clothing, usually a lot more careless, but you seem rather delicate, so he doesn't want to jinx it with you. He's heard of hybrids snapping out of their heat-mindset before- and he really doesn't want that with you.

He's too close to loose you now.

"I need to be inside you." He huffs out, hands running over your body as if they can't decide where to place themselves. Your breasts are so soft to his touch, he can't help but let his inked hand knead one a little, thumb flicking over your nipple just to get a reaction out of you. You're squirming at this point, kicking out impatiently like the bunny you are, and he chuckles at the sight, before he finally rids himself of his underwear.

His hand knows the drawer where the condoms are placed in, fingers quick to unwrap it before he lines himself up. But he quickly realizes that that's not going to work the way he anticipated, fingers toying with you for a moment to see if it's a good idea to just go in like that.

It's not.

"You're so tight, fuck.." he mumbles to himself, as you look at him a bit worried. "..don't worry, I'll be gentle." Thats a lie. He'll keep himself in check until he knows you can take it, would be a better word for it. He squirts some lube onto his length, running his hand over it before he uses the remnants on his fingers to run over your entrance. You jump a bit from the cold feeling of it. "Its always cold for some reason, that stuff, isn't it?" He jokes, smiling, before he leans down to kiss you. "Dont worry though-" he says, before he slowly pushes himself in. "-I'm warm."

If only you knew.

But for now, as he lazily moves, your scent and sounds all intoxicating to him, you can believe whatever you want. You're his in this moment, no one else's, and he's going to make sure to make love to you in ways no one else will be able to. Your lynx-friend can fuck you six ways till Sunday with a strap on for all he cares; he knows you'll still crave him after this.

It's the effect he has on people.

The bed squeaks in protest as he picks up his pace, hands gripping your thighs rather tightly to keep you close to him, while you whimper in pleasure, back arched and head thrown back into the pillows. You're so pretty, better than any picture of the new female hybrids that debuted recently. Simply because he knows you're real, all your little bumps and curves, all the bits and pieces that are shamed in the industry belong to you and make you so enticing to him.

Your thighs lay softly over his own, flesh easy to grip and hold, features just like nature had intended for them to look like. There's nothing artificial about the way you kive, feel, whine underneath him, breasts moving with every snap of his hips into you. He's practically growling under his breath as you begin to clench around his length, his own high approaching rapidly.

He wonders how you cum.

So he leans over you, hand holding your hips while the other one reaches between you two, toying with your pearl, making you moan out so deliciously his ears can't help but stay focused on the sound to catch it all. You push your head back, back lifting off the mattress below as your toes curl, legs shaking in pleasure. It's a sight he wants to burn into hid mind, he wants to record it and use it to get off in the future because fuck.

You're so beautiful like this, and he can't help himself as he pulls out, practically ripping the condom off of his length to finish himself off into your stomach and up to your chest, seed escaping him in ropes that stain your skin in his scent.

You don't seem to mind, and he didn't expect you to, either.

Instead, you willingly let him run his fingers through the mess, mind hazy from your afterglow as you accept his actions as care and affection.

He himself feels high for a second as the smell of sex fills the room, fills his mind as he leans down to lick a stripe up between your breasts, before he sloppily kisses your jaw, your neck, your cheek- before laying down, uncaring of the messy state you're in. No, right now he wants to cuddle with you, the hotel staff will take care of the stained sheets.

And he'll take care of you.

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