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Christmas Heat;

—it was jungkooks first Christmas with you! And of course... the unexpected happened. his first rut.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, ANGST, MATURE. jungoo cries a lot, he loves your neck. posessive koo, jealous koo, needy koo, insecure koo. He still kinda hates eunwoo but it’s okey... grinding, sexual talk, he is very horny. He has matured lol, noona is awkward. Jungoo might eat you... who knows...? Scent kink, good boy kink, noona kink, dry humping, jk humps you lmao, noona is vv awkward, she’s c l u e l e s s. His true yandere side comes out, manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome. RED FLAGS.

Viewer discretion is advised, DO NOT ROMANTACISE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

NOTE: HAHAHHAHAHHA SURPRISE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS! THIS IS MY PRESENT TO YOU! Well I really wanted to finish this. I really wanted to give you all a present like I promised... I just hope you’ll like it...I’m kinda sick rn so forgive me if it’s shit. I’m still on a writing hiatus but I had to do this because if I didn’t I’d feel like I did you all wrong. Please please share your thoughts on this! And I’m not Christian and I don’t celebrate Christmas so forgive me if I got something wrong....ENJOY!

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Your hybrid was probably the biggest Christmas enthusiast. It was undeniably cute.

Jungkooks excitement for Christmas was cute. After all, it was his first Christmas with you. Or maybe.. his first Christmas celebration over all.

“NOONA!!! The cookies are burning!” His voice brought you back to reality. “Coming sweetheart!” You called out as you picked up the crumbles of last night's snacks from the living room.

“Noona! I’m so happy! I feel like the beating thing in my chest will explode!!!” He cutely giggled, a soft smile played on your lips as you looked at him.

He still couldn’t keep track of some regular vocabulary, but it was okay. Jungkook was a fast learner, always.

“Baby it’s called a heart!”

He looked so ethereal when he smiled, his chubby cheeks made your heart almost burst. “Aww I’m glad!!!” You walked to the kitchen, Jungkook following behind you.

“Can we watch the green man movie?” He questioned. Breathing in your neck, inhaling your scent. “The grinch?!” He nodded.

“Of course baby!”

“But first... LETS DECORATE THE COOKIES?” His giggle was so loud. You giggled along.. feeling so content.

Your heart could really explode from all the bliss you felt.

Why on earth was he so cute?

“Noona! When will Santa come?” Jungkook sighed in your chest, cuddling you. Your hands were in his long curly hair, massaging his scalp. His body felt hot. His temperature was hotter than usual.

Weird. Was he sick? It didn’t really seem like it. His temperature had been like this for the last four days. More hotter than when you saved him. Things were starting to get different with him.

between the period of three months, he had started to change.

His hair had grown at an abnormally fast speed. Not that you were complaining of course.

He just looked mature now.

his transformation over the span of a few months was overwhelming. You felt nervous around him now... his body had gotten buffer, his tail was softer and his ears were more sensitive. His eyes...were intense.

His behaviour only got... worse? It was like he had gotten 10x more needier. You noticed...tried not to. But his behaviour with you kept on intensifing with days passing. He needed you more than usual.

His constant kisses, desperate touches, his need of you. His need of validation, his fear...

His fear of you leaving him.... was only becoming strong.

It was the most dangerous thing.

Because before... jungkook couldn’t really do anything...because he wasn’t familiar with how the human world worked.

He wasn’t familiar with how selfishness was necessary in this world.

...he wasn’t familiar with feelings...

But now. Jungkook was a whole man. The man who was crazy about you. It wasn’t really a surprise..because everyone noticed.

Jungkooks love for you was becoming more passionate and stronger as days passed. It honestly scared you to no end.

Because...you never really knew what your hybrid was truly capable of.

“NOONA! YO-YOU ARE IGNORING ME?!” His voice boomed, breaking in mid sentence... but it never failed to make you flinch. “w-what?”

The sudden change in his demeanour.

“I-I asked you a question... what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about your friend?”

You awkwardly laughed. “H-Hahaha yeah. eunwoo said he’ll visit soon...” you lied. “I don’t like him. Y/N noona.” His reply was curt and flat. “Why are you thinking about him? Think about me.” He sat up and looked straight into your eyes.

Jungkook was becoming a bipolar.

“You’re so beautiful noona.” He breathed. Coming closer, leaning in. His minty chocolate breath hit your nostrils. You stared at him nervously. “Think of me.” His stare was fixed on you.

“Look at me.” You closed your eyes. Maybe this was a dream of yours. Like the one back in September... haha how awkward.

But unfortunately...it wasn’t a dream this time. “Don’t stop touching me. Touch me.” His fingers caressed your cheeks. His thumb lingered on your skin.

His words and next action was shocking.

He took your hand in his and put it right on his chest. “Touch me, like this.” He guided your hand down to his abdomen, stoping his movements at the area of his abs.

What was he doing?! “What are you talking about sweetheart?” You finally looked at him. “What happened to you?” You exclaimed, “are you okay, Jungkook? Your body temperature is hotter than usual?”

“I don’t care. Am I not enough for you? You aren’t taking me seriously anymore noona? What is it with you? Do you not like me anymore? Or are you in love with a man who’s already someone else’s? Do you hate me? Do you want to leave me?”

“That’s what you want?” He pulled you closer to him. His hands snaked around your waist. Trapping you in his embrace. Your hands falling in his shoulders.

The sudden false accusations.

“What the fuck jungkook? Your behaviour is making me upset. Do you realise what you’re accusing me of?!” You felt angry with him. He stared at you, his eyes empty. Your stern but still soft gaze didn’t have an effect on him.

What the fuck.

Jungkook just smirked sarcastically, hey! Who taught him that?

“What? My behaviour is making you upset?! I’ve always been a good boy for you. I’ve always been your good boy? Haven’t I? But you’re not seeing it anymore. You’re breaking my heart noona.” He cried, trying to hug you.

Truly bipolar.

Leaning into the his embrace, you let him hug you. His body was burning.

“What’s making you upset with meI-I love you? I want you all to myself? Is that wrong noona? That I want your all for me?”

“You’re so distant from me.” He tughtened his grip, his tone changing with his each sentence. His accent was thick but clear.

Silence. Jungkook was thinking too much. You were just busy with work. But he wasn’t willing to understand that.

“I-I can’t help but feel like that you’re planning to leave me.” He sobbed. His hot tears fell on your neck. “I-I can’t loose you Noona. I won’t let you leave me. No I won’t.”

“Jungkook.... stop thinking like that. Please? I’m just busy with work... Why would I neglect you? Who tells you all of this stuff? You make this so hard Jungkook. Calm down a little. You are freaking me out. You hugged him.

He was listening to you attentively. You rubbed his back.

“O-Okay! I’ll try but I don’t know what comes over me whenever I see you distracted from me.” Jungkook confessed truthfully.

“Please know that you’re my everything noona.”

You smiled softly. The environment in the room feeling normal once again. He felt like the same Jungkook again.

Why was he so sensitive? More than usual? What was going on? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

It was like he had switched for a minute.

It was scary.

“My pretty noona. Only mine.”

It was truly scary at how selfish he had become.

You still felt unsettled. “Noona! Come on! The movie started!!! Come on!!!” He sat in the couch in his Christmas pj’s the bowl of the fresh popcorn on his lap.

Something just didn’t feel right.

He looked so excited, happy and innocent. Like he used to be. “I’m... busy jungkook, I’ll watch it later.” You replied, trying your hardest to hide the confusion in your tone.

“W-What do yo-you mean noona?!” He called out, the sound of his footsteps reaching your ears. You massaged your temple. “Okay... wait I’ll be there.”

...maybe you were over thinking. Were you? His change in aura scared you. This was the first time.

“YAAAAY! Noona it’s almost midnight! SANTA WILL BE HERE SOON!!!” Jungkook ran to you, embracing you tightly.

“Oh yeah! Your present huh?” You teased. Jungkook didn’t respond. His breathing got fast. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart.

Was he dying?

The smell hit your nostrils. His scent was strong. Abnormally strong... “n-noona what is happening to me... my head hurts... there’s an ache in my pants... you smell so good. I-I want to touch you. I really want to. Can I touch you? He leaned in groaned in your neck.

PANIC.

“Your scent is driving me fucking mad.” Jungkook pushed you on top of the bed. Your brain freezed at his words.

From where did he learn to curse?! You were baffled. Was this really your innocent jungkook? His actions suggested otherwise.

You didn’t like this, one bit.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked. He trapped you by climbing on top of you.

“Jungkook sweetheart no.” You smiled. Getting nervous with his each step. “N-No DONT rip your sweater?!” You instructed.

He ignored and ripped it off, more like teared it apart.

Jungkook was starting to piss you off.

A loud whiny cry left his mouth. And then suddenly... you felt his movement. The fast movement of his hips on you.

He just grinded on you while crying out your name.

Your body electrified. “I-It hurts so bad.” He cried as he continued his desperate movements.

What the fuck pt 2.0.

Jungkook humped you. Your eyes widened, he tucked roughly at your shirt. Wanting to tear it off.

“Noona!!! It hurts so b-bad!” His pace was fast. And then it hit you again. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“You know why, noona. You can feel me, can’t you?” Jungkook grinded his hips against yours and you let out a breath. “Jungkook, you shamless little s-shit.” Scolding him was stupid. But it was worth a try. But then, you felt something brushing against your core.

The hardness in his pants. ...wait.

Oh oh oh!!!? So....this was the problem.

He- He was in heat!

Fuck how could you be so dumb?! You owned a hybrid but it took you hours to figure out that? You were the dumbest human ever.

You bit your lip as he pushed your legs apart. Settling himself between them. “No sweetheart, I understand... I know what’s wrong with you but listen to me...I can help you. Just... get off of me please?”

He didn’t reply... just crying and chanting your name loudly. “Jungkook, you’re my good boy right?”

Wrong move.

He moaned out loud. Groaning. “Jungkook please?” You begged.

“Don’t do this? Listen to your noona? Oh look it’s midnight!!?” Distractingly him. Would it help? You barely managed to look at the clock but thankfully the alarm helped you. The Christmas song played loudly, but still failing to conceal his erotic noises.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS SWEETHEART!” You awkwardly laughed. stuck in the weird position.

“SA-SANTA MUST HAVE BROUGHT YOUR PRESENTS!!!? Don’t you want to see them?!” Jungkook looked up at you. His eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Y-Yes! I want t-to but it hurts!” He cried once again. Nuzzling in your neck, he breathed. His breath tickling you, your eyes softened. Poor bunny was in pain.

You really wanted to help, just not by having sex with him. You could give him supplements? But you weren’t sure... but no sex.

Another feeling of his hump on your core. “J-Jungkook my love. I know. Just let noona go so she can help you ease your pain okay?” You cooed touching his hair. He moaned. His movements were staring to show their effects, on your body.

But you were a sensible person. This was wrong.

This was going to be awkward. You looked at his body.

He had his shirt off. His abs were full on display. His chest was buff. His hands were strong, his biceps holding you tight in place. You closed your eyes.

“O-Okay.” He breathed. He finally managed to get off you as you sighed in relief. Now you could understand Jungkooks weird behaviour.

A goofy smile played on your lips. Now this all made sense. His behaviour made sense now. All of it did.

It was because he was in heat. That’s explained why he was being so overbearing and possessive with you.

Hybrids tended to get very territorial whenever they got their ruts. And Jungkook was no exception. Namjoon informed you, while on walk. He had a female hybrid named soyeon.

He was experienced. It was a good thing that you—

His painful sobs interrupted your thoughts. How long did a rut usually lasted? His instead did it get? Clueless was the only word that could be used to describe you at the moment.

But now was but the time. You needed to fast and careful.

He was in pain.

You quickly picked up your phone. Jungkooks sinful noises continued to torture your brain. He was sobbing, there was only one person who could help you.

You needed to call namjoon.

While, Jungkook let out another uncomfortable groan into his- no, your pillow, having snatched it from your side of the bed in his side. Today wasn’t supposed to be painful like this. It was supposed to be happy day.

Today was his second favorite day after your birthday! It was his favorite festival. It was Christmas. He felt so ashamed.

Jungkook was hard. for him to even think let alone, he whimpered, his copious hormones combined with the terrifying thought of you actually leaving him bringing tears to his eyes. For a moment the despair of that inevitable horror (in his mind) was enough to distract him.

Only for a few moments when the sudden wave of desire passed his burning body. And his eyes rolling back and hips bucking upwards into the air.

Now all he could think about was you touching him, intimately. sinful image of you hovering on top of him, his jumping hot faster and faster, his nose burried in your pillow, it was pumping his desire.

That was burning for you.

“Y/N noona!” The desire was overwhelming him. But Jungkook didn’t want you to hate him. Jungkook should’ve been careful. His mother had told, more like informed, him about their ruts but he didn’t listen.

It was officially his first heat. Now, Jungkook had become an adult. It was time for his coming of age. As much as Jungkook felt bad and guilty.

He was going to make you help him. Only you could help him, no one else could. You were the only one that was allowed to touch him, kiss him, feel him or destroy him. Only he’d let you touch him. He belongs to you, your Jungkook.

Only you. He could please you like no other, Jungkook knew he wasn’t a human but he knew damn well that he was a man.

Your man.

— family tradition.

Summary. he was never who he presented himself to be. he was jeon jungkook. the son of the man who ruined your family. and now, his son would ruin you.

Warnings: ANGST. DARK, yandere, obsessive behaviour, posessiveness, a lot of cursing, crying, handcuffing, suggestive, lots of lying and manipulation, this one’s messed up truly guys, mentions of past bullying, degrading, lots of cursing, jk is actually kinda aroused by the whole situation, oh well. MATURE.

note. oof i was bored so i wrote this. this one is pretty fucked up ngl and just a reminder that I’m in no way referring to jungkooks real parents/father/ Jeons. This is purely fictional. Viewer discretion is advised. This is an au. You can ask questions for it! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND PLS PLS SHARE YOUR FEEDBACK! This isn’t edited yet. I’ll edit later hopefully! ENJOY!

wc; 1.7k

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“Y-Y/N please t-think n-no…p-please.” The urgency combined with panic in his voice was bringing you so much pleasure. A sadistic smile found its way to your chapped lips. “Oh why? Are you going to cry like you always do sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes at the fresh wave of tears in his deceiving eyes you tsked. “You’re so fucking pathetic. You selfish piece of shit.” Jungkook whimpered. Tears falling like waterfalls.

It used to frustrate you to no end….in the beginning but now… it amused you. That how Jungkook managed to cry every fucking time.

You didn’t even do anything. You were starting to hate him. Your relationship was at a point where it was breaking. And you weren’t surprised, at all. This was bond to happen. It was Jungkook after all.

The obsessive freak.

Jeon Jungkook was the name of your biggest mistake in life. The innocent looking guy with big round brown orbs, possessing a boyish yet strong facial structure, he was so beautiful with his long fluffy dark locks falling on his face, hiding away his true self.

You loathed the day you befriended him. The once nerd who got bullied every single day in your campus. The fake tears. The so called bruises. He was a faker.

Actually, after all your friends were right. You walked yourself in the lions den yourself.

 “You fucking lair. You lied!” The look of horror on his face was confirming your doubts.

He was a fucking manipulative lair.

“You faked it all, didn’t you?!” You started laughing, at yourself. Tears of frustration were threatening to fall. But no.

Not yet. You needed to find out.

Find out why he did all of this.

Keep reading

Prisoner;

synopsis. He was a prisoner to your love while you were held captive to his madness.

pairing: yan!prisoner!jk x fem!gf reader.

warnings: YANDERE, MATURE, DARK, obsession, hes a criminal lol, Stockholm Syndrome, unhealthy obsession, posessiveness, mentions of murders, escaping. This is just an unhealthy relationship.

note. am I bad for finding this ART So FUCKING HOTTTTT AHHHHHH I CANT STOP STARING PLS— this is just my fantasy atp. FEEDBACK IS NEEDED!

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR IRL, THIS DOES NOT REPRESENT JUNGKOOK OR BTS IRL. DO NOT ROMANTACISE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

[ART NOT MINE, IT BELONGS TO @/coffee.kim. CREDITS TO THEM]

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Your heart ached looking at him, his back facing you as he sat on the old dirty bed, was he blankly staring at the walls? The walls that were the same thick grey stone as the dwellings of the region,

But instead of a wide window with a flower box there was a mean barred opening with thick metal bars and no glass. The weight on your chest was heavy. As your gaze travelled further, you felt suffocated.

The prison cell was a hollow cube of concrete, one way in, no windows. In there you could have no idea how much time had passed or even if it was night or day. It was totally disorientating by design. Given enough time a person could forget their own name in there. The isolation was total and the stimulation was zero. No sound, no light, no furniture or cloth of any kind. It was all an inmate could do to feel the cool walls, but even they were smooth.

pity, regret, guilt, frustration. The emotions embraced you like a second skin. In the time period of six months, this was your third visit. But this visit felt heavy.

This time... you had come here with a purpose. This time... without the overwhelming urge to see him.

This time with the urge to end this madness for once and all.

It was like this was written in the stars above to occur. your heart felt like someone had put thousands of bricks onto it. You were feeling guilty for what you were about to do.

This was just the weight of the guilt for your next step that would change yours and his life forever..

Maybe for the worst. This needed to be done nonetheless, you needed to overcome this incessant throb in your heart, you wanted it to stop, it wouldn’t.

You knew it wouldn’t. You weren’t hoping for it. Because, after all. You were the reason why he was here in the first place.

You were reason behind your lovers imprisonment. “J-Jungkook. It’s Y/N..” your fingers wrap themselves around the metal bars, the voice from your throat barely managed to escape.

But he heard it.

The culprit turned around to look at you, and your heart skipped a beat, clenching tightly inside your chest. “Y-Y/N! M-My Princess!”

With teary eyes, you watched your lover as he jumped out of the bed and with shaking steps he came closer to the metal bars as much as he could. His long slender fingers wrapped around the bars tightly, you could only see his face barely. But the tattoos on his fingers made you recognize him. The ink on his knuckles being his only signature that could help you identify him in the dark hour.

“Y-Y/N! You’re finally here!” Hearing his voice in a tone so vulnerable made your heart break, you could tell that he was trying to hold back a sob. Jungkook tried his best to at least be able to hold your hands in his but was unable to because of the steel cuffs that held them captive, and the wall of the bars between him and you.

“Y-Yes Jungkook..” you finally look up to see him and your heart almost exploded in surprise. “Jungkook?! You’re cuffed?” To say you were surprised would sum it up. Your eyes widened to see that.

Only silence was your answer in return. Your heart was turning inside of your rib cage. You knew what this meant really well. Gripping on the rusty bars, you looked at him with your eyebrows farrowed and jaw clenched. “Y-You tried to escape,” horror took over you.

jungkook lowered his head, the darkness covering his face. You could only see his dark curly locks. “I-I just m-missed you.” Jungkooks shoulders were shaking, his voice breaking, tears falling. “Look at me jungkook...”

The crying man lifted his head up to look at you with glossy eyes and a red nose. “I-I love you Y/N.... I cant bear to live without you a-anymore. This squared box is starting to feel so suffocated... I want to be with you again Y/N... I can’t live without you..”

His words tugged at your heartstrings. The weight on your heart felt even heavier. He loved you so damn much and you were being so selfish. He killed him for you.

You were the reason.

“Y/N... there’s not a day where I do not shiver from the thoughts of you forgetting about me... or finding someone else. I cry day and night, only in your name... you’re my everything, baby.” Jungkooks gaze was holding so many unsaid emotions in them. His eyes were swimming in longing.

“I-I can’t bear to lose you.” Jungkook confessed, his voice was breaking constantly, coming closer to the bars, he cried. “I love you so damn much, princess. I can do anything to be with you.” The way he was speaking these words was starting to get passionate.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Jungkook cooed at you, while you cried softly. “No Y/N.. my sweetheart, don’t cry please..”

Seeing you like this broke Jungkook a heart into a million pieces. He wanted to see you happy always,

But with him only.

The way his heart was thumping inside of his chest made it very clear that jungkook’s plan was working. “I-I love you too Jungkook..” the way you called out his name made his eyes almost roll back to head in pleasure. “You’ll wait for me, won’t you, princess.” Jungkook had to be careful with the each word that escaped his mouth, his effect on you couldn’t falter.

He wouldn’t let it..

Waiting for your response was even more frustrating than when the he was caught the other day for murdering that cop, the handcuffs were the only witness for his crime, in front of you.

“Y-Yes jungkook I will... I’ll always wait for you. I love you.”

Oh... how happy just was he feeling... jungkook wanted to jump upside down. He still had you wrapped around his fingers. “My princess! Fuck I love you so fucking much... no one can love you as much as me.. didn’t I prove that to you?” His tone had transitioned from dark, gloomy to excited like a child getting his favorite food.

The psychotic man chuckled like a maniac. “Fuck, baby I love you more than anything in this world... and you know it.” Jungkook presses his face against the bars.

You smiled at him in way that he felt for a moment that he was at the gates of the heaven. Even he actually deserved to burn in the deep, agonizing flames of hell.

“I’ll be out soon Y/N, I promise. Wait for me...”

Blessed;

synopsis. you were his bitch and he was your owner.

pairing: yan!bully!jk x nerdy!fem!reader/ best friend!cha eunwoo x reader

warning: yandere, DARK, degradation, name calling, cursing, unhealthy possessiveness, obsession, obsessive behaviour, anger issues and jealousy.

note. oh how the tables have turned... yan!jk is the one degrading y/n now..? woah. Also share your thoughts and FEEDBACK PLEASE, it fuels me to write even more. ENJOY! Not edited. also y/n is basically me... JEJEHEJEH

[GIFS NOT MINE. I FOUND THEM ON PINTEREST SO CREDITS TO OWNER PLS DONT SUE ME]

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Oh no... you had to walk faster. The speed of your feet fastening as you took careful steps, stealing gazes to look around the corridor, to look for him.

Your gaze searched restlessly for him. but you couldn’t see him. thank god. Inhaling you felt relief washing over you, the asshole was late! Today was going to be good! The feeling of hope consuming you as you walked with hurried steps.

Maybe he wasn’t going to attend his classes today. Your mind was distracted with thoughts of finally having a day at the campus without the interruption of your fucking bully when- “OH NO IM SO SORRY!” You exclaimed, your senses taken over by heavy embarrassment as you look up to see the person you bumped into.

You looked up to see the most beautiful, the most ethereal, the most handsome man in your entire life, with your pupils were dilated, your heartbeat rising, your mind froze when you saw his soft smile. “Hello, Y/N! It’s been a while eh?”

Fuck, you felt like you were being ascended to heaven. He stood all in his glory right in front of your eyes. “E-Eunwoo! Wha-What a pleasant surprise!” His name came out of your mouth in a breathless whisper. He passed you a half smile as he picked up the fallen books from the floor. You watched his every movement, absolutely mesmerized.

He was still so gorgeous. Who were you kidding.. he had always been, even when you both were in diapers. “You’ve gotten even prettier Y/N,” your childhood best friend, cha eunwoo, spoke as he handed you your books. At his compliment, your cheeks felt tight, your heart threatening to burst.

Oh, you were still so much in love with your best friend. Unable to respond you just stared at him, transfixed. “Earth to Y/N?” He gently grabbed your shoulders and shook you.

H-He touched you! “ahh... YES?” you finally managed to snap out of your daydream, held captive in his heavenly embrace. “I missed you a lot, Y/N.” You laughed awkwardly. “Yes me too, woo.” He raised his eyebrow at you. Staring at you, observing your body language.

“Y’Know Y/N I transferred here in your campus! Which class do you have right now?” Eunwoo seemed visibly excited as he stuck his hand out for you to take it in yours. “ahh.. really? That’s so great! I-I have anatomy..” you were honestly quite shook at how relaxed you were sounding, because inside you were literally dying.

The love of your life was here with you, after five years, finally. Putting your hand in his, you replied. Your gaze softening at his adorable smile. “That’s so cool Y/N me too!”

Oh how hard was it getting to contain your excitement in... today was really a blessed day. “Wow....”

The guy adjusted his backpack and with your hand in his, you both strolled towards your class.

not noticing the fuming guy behind your backs.

jungkook wanted to rip that guys heart out, gouge his eyes, cut his tongue off and feed it to his dog. He wanted to break his hands. He already wanted to make him suffer endlessly.

Just who was he?

Jungkook would do anything to know. The haunting image of you laughing with him was making his stomach feel sick, his heart felt like it was being twisted. He was in agony. He wanted to fucking murder him.

“AHHHH!” A frantic sound leaves his mouth, the man stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at himself. His doe eyes bloodshot and glossy, nose scrunched up with tints of red on it, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted, he stared at his pathetic self,

He was crying like a fucking baby. The level of his anger raised more and more as he looked st himself. “FUCK I HATE THIS BITCH SO MUCH!” The shrilling sounds of glass breaking echoed around the empty restroom as he punched the mirror, his frustration building up.

Today was the worst day ever for Jeon Jungkook.

“FUCKING SLUT.” The man cursed you, multiple cusses leaving his mouth. He fell down on the floor, gripping on his hair. “Sh-She belongs to me. Y/N IS MINE..” Jungkook snarled to himself.

Drops of his blood falling on the floor like raindrops. “FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER!” He repeated like a maniac. His sobs were heartbreaking as he cried alone.

“S-She is mine! H-He can’t take her away from me!” His knees were wobbling, he tried to get up. Murderous thoughts crossing his mind as he picked up one of the pieces of the broken glass, with the piece in his hands, he gripped on it tightly.

“Oh... she’ll have to pay for this. Fucking whore, you belong to me, you’re my fucking bitch and I’m your owner, your only one.”

All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

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: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. THIS IS UNEDITED - I will edit it today after I get some sleep so please bare with me and the most likely embarrassing grammar mistakes. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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Yan!Emperor Hoseok Headcanons

Prince!Hoseok who meets you on the day his father was crowned as emperor and finds you quite interesting. You being aged 7 and him 10.

Prince!Hoseok who offers to accompany you to the royal garden when you tell him this is your first time being here.

Prince!Hoseok who is saddened by the fact you have to return back home after your father comes to pick you up.

Prince!Hoseok who realises you are the royal physician's daughter and there are still chances that he will see you again.

Prince!Hoseok who requests his father to let you accompany your father so he can play with you while your father tends to the royal family.

Prince!Hoseok who by now has a whole fat ass crush on you and everyone around him knows about it.

Prince!Hoseok who promises to make you his wife as soon as you both are of age. 

Prince!Hoseok who knows you like him back by the way you blush everytime he smiles at you.

Prince!Hoseok who has no interest in the throne, even though he is the crown prince. His mother, the empress, kept scolding him time and time for his lack of interest.

It was when she threatened him to not see you anymore, Prince!Hoseok's yandere tendencies came out.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who realises that he needs to have power in order to keep you with him without you denying him.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who works hard and proves himself to be worthy of the crown prince position and to be your husband.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who is devastated to know that he cannot have you as his main wife since his mother has already told him to choose someone of higher rank than you.

Yan!Prince Hoseok agrees to take the woman his mother chose for him only on one condition, you will become his consort. The empress had no choice but to agree.

It doesn't take long to reach the royal decree to your mansion saying that you are to be the consort of the crown prince.

Your father seemed to be worried ever since, he didn't want you to be married in the royal family, especially the crown prince. He knew what schemes women did in order to gain favour for themselves and their clan. 

You then reassure him that you would keep yourself out of danger. Besides, you loved Hoseok and you trusted him to keep you safe. But deep down, your heart did shatter at the thought of him being with other women.

On the other hand,

Yan!Prince Hoseok who cannot even think of marrying any woman who is not you.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who has a devious plan and has already planned everything out.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who gets married to the girl but refuses to spend the night with her with an excuse of being tired. 

Yan!Prince Hoseok who marries you as his consort days after and is fawning over you in the wedding dress.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who misses no chance of being intimate with you, making the princess consort jealous.

Yan!Prince Hoseok who is devastated when he hears news of the emperor, his father's death reaches him. But soon realises that he is now the emperor and he can do whatever he wants.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who wastes no time in setting his plan into action, and in no time, the news of the princess consort's disappearance is spread around the Palace.

It was soon believed that she had run away with her lover as she had gone missing for months by now. Those letter's found in her chambers proved everything.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who stands proud beside you when you are crowned as the Empress. His one and only wife. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who bounces in joy once the news of your pregnancy is announced. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who is disappointed when his mother advises him to bring more women in his harem.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who flatly refuses the idea and threatens to send her to the cold palace if she brings the idea again.

The empress dowager was furious and decided to talk to you. Let's just say the news reached his ears and he was not pleased at all.

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who sends his own mother to cold palace after she repeatedly tried to force him to bring women to his harem. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who has heart eyes everytime he has a glimpse of you. 

Yan!Emperor Hoseok who is now a father to 7 kids, 4 boys and 3 girls who are a perfect combination of you and him. 

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A/N: it's the updated version of the headcanon I wrote long ago

The Reaper | Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x  Reader 

Word Count: 14.6k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Lots of Blood, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jungkook), Mild Smut, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Decapitation, Throats are Slit, Wolf Attacks 

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: “With your skirts drawn up over your thighs, the skin raised with goosebumps from the cool spring air, his hand retreated only to return with what looked like a stamp but where the rubber should have been, there were instead tiny needles all coated with bright red ink. Before you could begin to squirm again he quickly pressed it against the side of your thigh pulling a pained cry from your throat.

When he removed the faux stamp beads of blood rose to the surface of your skin, blending with the red ink that has been left behind. But the image imprinted on your skin was clear as day, a symbol your town had come to associate with fear: a skull pierced by a sword and ensnared by a snake. It was the mark of the reaper. 

You had been marked for death.” 

A/N: Here I am at almost three in the morning again lol. This is super UNEDITED but I will edit it tomorrow so please bear with me when it comes to any grammatical errors. I HUSTLED to get this done before classes start Monday so hopefully the quality did not suffer. This also ended up being 4-6k longer than intended. Very on brand. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but your stomach was twisted in knots. 

You were one of the lucky ones, at least that was what your father had told you when he excitedly grabbed hold of your hands with a winning smile. 

“A diamond in the rough,” He had whispered in awe, “How lucky I am to have had such a beautiful daughter born out of this village.” 

It is true that none of us have a say as to what family we are born into, and that couldn’t be any more true for you. You were born into a poor family in a dilapidated village in the woods, you had been destined to live a destitute life like everyone else who had come before you. But you were happy. You enjoyed your spring days running barefoot through the Brooke, the lingering heat of summer nights beneath the stars, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, and the bite of cold winter wind against your cheeks. You adored the simplicity of the only life you had ever known and you never wanted for more. 

But oftentimes, parents desired more for their children, more than they ever had. And that was why your father had jumped at the chance to marry you off to a visiting lord. 

Had you not entered the forest that day to forage, maybe you would not have ended up in this situation. But you had so there was no point in dwelling on the alternate possibilities of what could have come to pass rather than what actually had. 

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The Stalker’s Game

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: yandere

Word count: 1.9k

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of stalking and invasive behavior, which may be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with caution if these topics are triggering for you.

a/n: The characters and situations depicted in this chapter are fictional and are intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The portrayal of emotions and interpersonal dynamics is a creative interpretation and should not be taken as a reflection of real-life relationships or events.

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You walked quickly down the desolate street, the night air biting at your cheeks and numbing your fingers. Each step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness, the moon's weak light doing little to push back the shadows that seemed to press in from all sides. A shiver of fear slid down your spine; his presence was a constant, unsettling whisper at the edge of your awareness. He, your stalker, was always near, his invisible gaze a weight on your shoulders. The recent closeness of his stalking was beginning to fray your nerves, each close encounter leaving you more unsettled than the last.

The dim glow of a flickering street lamp ahead offered a glimmer of hope. You quickened your pace, the cold air harsh against your face as you made your way to the bus stop. There, under the sputtering light, a man sat hunched over his phone, his posture rigid with a mix of anxiety and concentration. His eyes flicked up as you approached, and his face blanched in surprise. He shrank back, his body language a clear, involuntary reaction of fear.

Ignoring the man’s frightened retreat, you took a seat next to him. Your movements were deliberate but tense, each shift in position betraying your underlying agitation. You could feel your breath misting in the chill air, coming out in sharp, uneven puffs. The proximity of the stranger, combined with your heightened senses, only intensified the disquiet simmering just beneath the surface.

Your gaze darted to the dim street, searching for any sign of the figure who haunted you. The air around you crackled with an electric tension, thick and heavy with unspoken fears. As you tried to steady your breathing, you couldn’t ignore the closeness of the man beside you. His shift away, his slight tremble—everything about him seemed to resonate with the same uneasy energy you felt.

Every shift of his body, every subtle tremor in his hands, felt charged, almost as if the atmosphere itself was thickening with each breath you took. The warmth of your body contrasted sharply with the frigid night, creating a strange, almost unbearable tension in the confined space. You were painfully aware of the space between you shrinking, the physical closeness amplifying the electric current of anticipation and anxiety that danced between you.

In this eerie cocoon of light and shadow, your sense of isolation seemed to deepen. Each breath you took, each glance towards the darkened street, was a silent plea for the nightmare to end. The bus stop, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a stage set for your deepest fears. The atmosphere pulsed with a charged intensity, a constant reminder of the shadow you couldn’t escape.

The man’s gaze darted nervously between you and the dark street, his eyes wide and frantic. You followed his frantic glances, and your heart dropped like a stone. There he was, emerging from the shadows by the gnarled tree. His towering figure was shrouded in the deep, dark folds of his hoodie, but the cruel smirk curling his lips was unmistakable. He stood there, an immovable sentinel in the gloom, his eyes burning with a predatory satisfaction that sent icy shivers racing down your spine.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you tried to steady your racing heart. The bus’s headlights sliced through the darkness, a sudden, blinding beacon of hope. The man at the stop stiffened, his shoulders jerking up in a barely concealed attempt to escape the mounting tension. As he hurriedly climbed aboard, you felt a wild, desperate urge to follow him. Your fingers grazed the edge of your seat as you half-rose, eyes locked on the bus.

But as you glanced at the route map, the reality struck with a crushing weight. The bus veered off in a direction that had no relation to your destination. The hope that had sparked within you fizzled out, leaving behind a bleak, sinking feeling. Your shoulders slumped, and you sank back into your seat, feeling the oppressive weight of the predator’s gaze grow even more intense.

The bus and the man vanished into the night, and the oppressive stillness of the bus stop seemed to close in on you. Every breath you took was laden with the heavy, electric tension of the moment. The distance between you and the shadowy figure by the tree felt charged with an almost unbearable energy, the air between you thick with an unspoken, menacing promise. The flickering light above did little to dispel the darkness, only deepening the palpable, charged atmosphere around you.

Your stalker began moving again, his strides quick and deliberate, each step a steady, relentless approach. His eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering intensity, and the weight of his gaze felt like a physical force pushing against your back. Panic exploded inside you, and you took off, sprinting down the deserted street. Your bag slipped from your shoulder, hitting the pavement with a hollow thud, but you couldn’t afford to stop. You zigzagged through alleyways, taking sharp turns in a desperate bid to lose him, but his footsteps echoed behind you, a constant, menacing reminder of his pursuit.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sharp and desperate. Your legs burned, and every corner you rounded seemed to bring you closer to the edge of collapse. The alleyways were a labyrinth of shadows, but no matter how many turns you took, his presence remained unnervingly close, like a dark cloud stalking your every move.

At last, you had hidden yourself in the corner, your breath coming in harsh, frantic bursts. You pressed yourself against a cold, unforgiving wall, the rough brick scraping your back as you tried to steady your pounding heart. You could hear his footsteps growing louder, each step a slow, deliberate march that amplified the tension between you.

Suddenly, he emerged from the dim light, his imposing figure cutting through the shadows. He moved with a sinuous, almost predatory grace, his presence overwhelming and oppressive. His gaze locked onto you with a fierce intensity, and his smirk deepened, curling in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The shadow he cast was long and menacing, a stark contrast to the flickering, uncertain light around you. His body language exuded both menace and allure, his movements calculated and deliberate, every gesture charged with a dark, magnetic energy that made your pulse race.

You could feel the electric tension between you, a heavy, almost unbearable force that seemed to crackle in the air. The closeness of his presence, combined with the desperation in your own movements, created an almost suffocating intimacy in the dark alley, where every breath felt like a shared secret, fraught with fear and an unsettling, unspoken attraction.

He stepped forward, his body pressing you against the wall with a commanding, almost bruising presence. Your breath hitched as his warmth enveloped you, his breath tickling your neck with a mixture of danger and intimacy. His arms encircled you, the grip tight and possessive, each muscle in his body a solid, unyielding force pressed against your back.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat a frantic reminder of the closeness and the overwhelming sensation of his body against yours. His chest was hard and powerful, its heat searing through the thin fabric of your clothes. You could feel every movement of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a relentless rhythm that seemed to synchronize with your own erratic breaths.

“Who are you?” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as you tried to keep the fear out of your tone. “Please, just let me go.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear with a chilling, intimate touch. The contact sent shivers down your spine, a mix of terror and something else, something unsettlingly intimate. "I’m Jeon Jungkook," he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive purr that dripped with both menace and allure. "I’ve waited too long for this. I never imagined it would be like this, but they know about you, sweetheart. You need to come with me. I need you alive to survive." His enemies are already hunting you, aware that you’re his only weakness. To get to him, they won’t hesitate to hurt you.

The way he spoke was a blend of dark promise and seductive control, each word an echo of his twisted obsession. His breath was hot against your ear, mingling with the icy fear that clung to your skin. The tension between you was a living, palpable thing, charged with an almost unbearable intensity. Every shift of his body against yours, every brush of his lips, made the air feel thick and electric, a constant reminder of the dangerous allure he wielded.

The name hit you like a freezing wave—Jungkook, the feared mafia boss. Your eyes widened in terror, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you. You could feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest, each beat a frantic reminder of your peril.

He continued speaking, his voice a dark, smooth purr that seemed to graze your skin with every word. “I’ve watched you from afar, admired you. You’re mine now.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer until every inch of your body was pressed against his. “I protect what’s mine with everything I have, and you—” He emphasized his claim by drawing you even tighter against his chest, his breath hot and heavy on your neck, “—you’re my most treasured possession.”

His words dripped with a dark, possessive certainty, each syllable wrapped in a shrouded promise. The heat of his body was overwhelming, a searing pressure that seemed to suffocate the space between you. His breath mixed with yours, creating a taut, almost unbearable intimacy that seemed to charge the air around you.

You tried to plead again, your voice cracking with raw desperation. “Please, let me go.”

His grip remained unyielding, his touch more possessive, almost claiming. “I can’t do that. You’re mine and in danger.” His voice was low, unwavering, and the intensity of his gaze burned into you. “And I protect what’s mine fiercely.”

The closeness of his body, the firmness of his hold, and the relentless, smoldering intensity in his eyes created a charged atmosphere, an almost tangible heat that enveloped you. The air felt thick with the electric tension of his possessive touch, and every movement, every breath shared between you seemed to amplify the dark, unsettling allure of his presence.

His hands roamed over you with an unsettling familiarity, every touch a mix of thrill and terror. His fingers traced possessive paths along your sides, pressing and squeezing with a dominance that was both commanding and unnerving. Each caress seemed to linger longer than necessary, igniting a shiver that ran the length of your spine.

The night seemed to close in around you, the shadows stretching and distorting as if drawn into the gravity of his embrace. The flickering streetlight cast fleeting patterns across your faces, making his features appear both menacing and alluring. His grip tightened, drawing you impossibly closer until your bodies were pressed together, every muscle and curve aligned in an intimate, inescapable closeness.

The tension between you was a live wire, sparking and crackling with an intensity that left you breathless and trembling. His breathing was a warm, steady rhythm against your ear, the sound creating a stifling cocoon of heat around you. The cold of the night was a stark contrast to the searing heat of his touch, making the air between you feel electric and charged.

In the eerie stillness, surrounded by encroaching darkness and the biting chill, you were trapped in his embrace, caught between fear and a dark, undeniable attraction. The oppressive force of his hold was a constant reminder of your helplessness, leaving you tangled in a web of sensation and emotion you couldn’t fully grasp or escape.

a/n: Let me know what you think in any way you like—comments, messages, carrier pigeons, whatever! What's your favorite part of this chapter? I'd love to hear! If you want to be tagged for future chapters, just holler. Also, character asks and drabble requests are open, so hit me up with your wildest ideas.

{2} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 5,203

Warnings: OC gets called a bitch again. Mention of injuries and vomiting. 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: Alright! Next chapter!! Hehehe, there’s so much to be revealed as this series progresses, so I really hope you all like this part! I’m so happy with the support I’ve been receiving already for this series, so I really hope you’ll all enjoy the rest of what I have planned. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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{3} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Small focus on Wooyoung & San)

Words: 4,238

Warnings: Minor violence. Like, really minor. 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: So, this chapter isn’t as Ateez packed as you may think, but it sets up some plot relevance which will be explored later on. Jongho is also gonna make a reappearance next chapter with the OC in person ehehe, so I hope you’ll all look forward to that! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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{4} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)

Words: 4,905

Warnings: 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: I know I keep saying this, but I’m super excited for you all to see what I have planned for this series. There’s a bit more plot drops in this chapter, and mentions of things still yet to come, so I really hope you like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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{5} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 2,515

Warnings: 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: Short update for you guys, but I feel like it sets up the next chapter nicely!! Finally, we’ll be able to soon see the progression of some of the relationships OC will have with a few of the guys! I’m super excited, so I hope you’ll all look forward to it, too!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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{6} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 8,054

Warnings: Blood mentioned. Threats. Depictions of a panic attack near the end. 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: Here it is!! The next part which turned out much longer than I anticipated!! I’m super happy with how it turned out, and where I ended it, so I really hop you like it, too!! We’ve got some relationships progressing this chapter, so yay!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on ??? to start hehehe)

Words: 2,246

Warnings: Implied drugging and kidnapping. 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: Surprise!!! Here’s to the start of yet another series that I hope you’ll all enjoy!! This one is going to be a bit darker than the other ones in terms of content, but it draws a bit of inspiration from The Hunger Games, and survival horror game in general. I’m really excited for this series since I have quite a bt planned for it, but I’m not sure how updates for it will look. It might just be a short side project I work on every now and then between chapter of Morning Mist and book two of HC, but I shall see! Also, if you have any predictions or theories I’d love to hear them!! Can you guess who is who yet based on the eyes? 👀 Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you enjoy!!~

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Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Seonghwa, San, & Hongjoong)

Words: 7,205

Warnings: Car accident, mentions of past trauma. 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: Here it is! The moment you’ve all been patiently waiting for and greatly anticipating!! I know the chapter is a little shorter than the usual ones, but I feel it sets the tone for the series nicely, and frames the coming parts well. I’m super excited to show you all what I have planned, and to really dive back into the world of HC and everyone’s favourite Demon Boys hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Welcome to the Paradise Gardens~

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ghost him. (09:47)

pairing: yandere! dom! seonghwa x sub! fem! reader

genre: smut, yandere

tags: best friend hwa, cum eating, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, exhibitionism (done without prior consent), marking, minimal plot mostly porn lol, poor dino :(

note: requested: @whatudowhennooneseesyou, not edited, hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

wordcount: 1.2k

“I just don’t think he could treat you properly. I say you should ghost him. You deserve so much better than what he could possibly have to offer you.” Your best friend stares at you from across the kitchen table, sipping from his iced coffee with pinched eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with Chan? He’s been so nice and respectful so far. I really think it could go somewhere.”

“Why go somewhere when I’m right here?” You look up from your coffee, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. His eyes meet yours with a fierce intensity and you look back down at your coffee mug.

You swirl the contents in the hope that it will help you focus on something other than your racing heart. His voice breaks your momentary concentration.

“I’m serious. I want to be your everything. You already have that role in my heart.”

You fumble around with words in your brain, trying to come up with a response. You’d had those thoughts about Seonghwa before. Of course, you have. He’d become your best friend three years ago and has been your roommate for the past 8 months.

You had never dared to approach him in that way before, though, thinking he would reject you and you would ruin one of your greatest friendships.

Eventually, you told yourself to simply move on and try to find love elsewhere. You had shut down all romantic attraction to him. Chan had approached you after class one day and had been coming on strong since.

The sound of his mug being placed in the sink next to you raises you from your thoughts. He leans down to meet your seated height and gently grabs your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, could I please have the honor of showing you how beautiful you are to me?” You’re stunned into silence, but manage to nod, interested to see where this would lead. He nods his head toward your bedroom and keeps your hand in his as you follow him there.

Inside your bedroom, your phone rests plugged in on the nightstand next to the bed. Several blankets are piled onto your bed, and Seonghwa takes a moment to move some to a pile off to the side of the room.

He motions for you to lie down on the mattress, but you hesitate. He looks at you with slight concern in his eyes.

“Are you comfortable with this? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” Your voice comes out meek. “I’m just nervous. I don’t want our friendship to change.” The feelings you had tried to suppress come to the surface, making it hard to look him in the eyes.

“I can promise I won’t do anything against your wishes. We can take it at whatever pace you want.” You take a seat on the edge of the bed and he stands in front of you.

“I want this.” You reach a hand up to the bottom hem of his shirt and look to him for confirmation. He helps you pull the fabric off his body, then you each take turns removing clothing from the other. He takes his time undressing you, all but teasing himself with the slow reveal of skin.

When you’re both rid of your clothing, he guides you to lie back on the mattress. He holds himself above your form as his eyes trail along the curves of your body. Soon his hands follow suit.

“Is this okay?” He whispers into your ear. You nod back. “Tell me, beautiful.”

“Yes, it’s nice. I… I like it a lot.” You let out a soft sigh and close your eyes. You feel his weight shift and then he’s lying at your side.

“What else would you like?” he asks. “Would you like my hands here?” he continues, a hand just under the swell of your breast.

“Yes, Seonghwa,” you manage to mumble out. “Please touch me more.” His hand softly massages your breast. Eventually, his hand works its way lower. His fingers find your clit and circle it gently. Light moans escape you.

His free hand soon finds its way to your entrance. Two fingers slowly enter you and he lets out a groan as your walls already try to clench around him. As one set of fingers swirls your clit, the other pumps in and out of you at a steadily increasing pace.

“You like that, baby?” A pressure starts building in your core.

“Yes, I love it. This feels so good.” His pace increases even more at your praise until soon his hands are trembling against you.

“Better than he could ever do, right?” You let out a confused hum before he continues.

“I fuck you better than Chan ever could, right? Tell me, beautiful.” It’s not long until you’re trembling under his touch.

“Fuck! Yes, you fuck me so good. He could never make me feel this good! Just you, Hwa!”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Remind me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Seonghwa! You, Seonghwa!”

“That’s right, baby. Only me.”

“Hwa, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” you moan.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Cum on my fingers.” His words instantly have you clenching hard until a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your hips move on their own to grind further into his touch.

You gasp for air and meet his intense gaze with dazed eyes. He pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them to his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes bore into yours while his tongue swirls around the digits, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“You taste as good as you look, darling.” He pauses. “I’d like to savor you in another way.” He rises from his spot next to you and positions his face at your clit. His tongue gently swipes across it, sending a jolt through you. He chuckles, then begins to lick at the sensitive area.

Starting slow, he gradually becomes bolder in his actions. Soon his tongue is lapping at your pussy like it’s a gift from heaven. When he’s not swiping at your bud, he uses the flat of his tongue to press firmly against it.

His ministrations quickly have you unraveling once again. You lightly buck your hips to meet his face, creating a rhythm that matches that of his tongue. An orgasm builds in your core and before you even have a chance to tell Seonghwa, you’re coming on his tongue.

As you’re coming down from your high, he sits up and leans over you. He sucks at the skin on your chest, leaving hickeys in his path. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. He gradually moves upwards until he’s leaving dark hickeys on the column of your neck.

“How was that, beautiful?” he asks, laying down at your side.

“That was amazing, Hwa.” You finish your response with a yawn. His hand holds your own.

“There’s a lot more where that came from if you’ll have me.”

“I think I’d like that,” you mumble before falling asleep.

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When you wake up later in the day, Seonghwa is still asleep next to you. Your eyes flick over to your phone resting on the bedside table. You carefully reach over Seonghwa to grab it. When you unlock the screen, you nearly drop your phone, eyes locking onto the open call log.

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Yearning - Yandere!Phoenix!Mingi

Yandere AU & Phoenix AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Mingi X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,710

Warnings: Implied stalking, and dirty thoughts. 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: Felt like getting this out tonight, so I hope you all like it!! Again, I feel like these are tamer than what I originally had in mind, but some of them are going in a different direction than I though. Hehehe, I don't know, I still like them! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Fourth of The Feral Drabbles

You’re a strange one, aren’t you? You don’t let anyone get close to you, do you? At least, not really.

I’ve seen the way you shy away from their touches. It’s like you know that they don’t deserve you, just as I do. Only I should get to caress your delicate skin. Only I should get to touch you. Your body is a canvas meant to be painted by me, and me alone.

You know that already, don’t you?

You’ve seen me watching you. I know you have. I’m much more in tune to your reactions than you think, especially when heat is involved.

Perhaps that’s just the way I’ve always been. Or maybe, perhaps, that’s just the effect you have on me. Either way, I always make sure to watch you carefully. I want to know your every reaction to everything, so I can replicate the good ones as desired. I want you to see me in a good light all of the time. There’s no room for error. Not when you are involved.

I can never help myself when it comes to you. I always want to know where you are, and who you’re with. I long to know what you’re doing, and especially how you’re feeling at all times. It drives me crazy not being able to be by your side at all hours of the day. Watching you isn’t enough, I need to be with you, and I want you to need me, too.

You’re guarded, that much I can tell. I mean, you certainly live up to your nickname of Ice Princess, wouldn’t you say? You hardly give anyone the time of day. It’s as if no one is worth your time.

Good. They don’t deserve you, anyways. At least you know how much value your life has, and how important you are.

I wouldn’t expect anything less from my twin flame.

I want you to know, that I am worthy. I will make myself worthy.

I have a theory: you don’t give anyone the time of day because the treat you like a princess. 

It’s the princess part, isn’t it? You long to be treated like the Queen you are, don’t you?

You don’t have to worry much longer, My Queen, a fitting King is on his way.

You know, my kind… we mate for life. We’re extremely territorial and possessive of our mates, especially once we’ve imprinted. You’re lucky I haven’t had a chance to court you yet, otherwise those friends of yours… well, let’s just say ‘burnt to a crisp’ would be putting it lightly.

They don’t care for you. I’ve seen the jealousy in their eyes when you turn away from them. They always want what you have, and they hate how effortlessly it comes to you. You’re too smart for them. Too beautiful. Too desirable.

I must admit, taking out my competition lately has been a bit difficult, but I’ve made tremendous progress this past month alone. You’re even acknowledging me on your own, and going out of your way to start conversations with me! I knew playing it cool would work - that seems to be the type of people you’re drawn to. None of this loud and boisterous displays of passion some people attempt to smother you in.

I have to admit, though, there are times where I wish I could scream my love for you from the rooftops. I want everybody to know how much you mean to me, and to be jealous that only I can have you, and only you can have me. 

I’m not blind, I see the way your friends look at me when you all walk passed. I hear them whisper as their heated stares lock onto my figure. I know I’m desirable, too.

The only one I care about, though, is you.

Oh, how I revel in your gaze when I feel you looking at me. Honestly, it’s embarrassing how much I preen myself just for you. I’ll admit, my posture has never been the greatest, until I met you.

It’s almost comical how obvious I can be; my friend tease me about it all the time. My kind, we’re not subtle in our ways, but either you don’t notice, or you choose not to.

Perhaps you don’t want to believe I could ever fall for someone like you…

Is this why you don’t let anyone get close to you? Because you’re afraid of getting hurt?

Well, My Little Dove, you don’t have to be afraid any longer. I will never hurt you, because I will never leave you. I only want you, and I will only ever want you.

Do you want to know the dangers of my love for you? It’s a little thrilling, isn’t it? To know that there’s always risks when it comes to love. At least, I find it amusing, and once you feel the same as I do, I know you will, too.

See, my kind, as I said before, we mate for life. But, not just this life. 

Every life.

Our love is reborn through the ashes with each incarnation. No matter how far apart we are, or who we are, we will always find each other. That’s what it means to love a Phoenix.

Once an imprint, always an imprint. Nothing can change that.

My heart is yours. It burns for you. It yearns for your cold touch to quell the flames that have long since kindled the fires of my passion for you. I am devoted to you in every way imaginable. You just don’t know it, yet.

I desire you, My Dove. I have desired you from the very first moment I heard you utter my name. Never has it sounded so pure, so perfect falling from any other’s lips but your own. It was meant to be yours. I was made to be yours, and you were always meant to be mine.

Fuck, I want to know what my name sounds like falling from your lips after I’ve kissed you breathless. I want to wrap you in my embrace and ignite that same spark of desire in you that has always burned within me for you. I want to feel you gripping at my hair, pulling me in closer to you as you cling to my body as I light the fires of my passion upon your own.

Fucking tug on my roots as you pull me back into your core for more. I want to feel you dripping down my chin, suffocating me with your luscious thighs as I get lost in your pussy for hours. Let me make a beautiful mess of your cunt, lick it clean, and then do it all over again, and again, and again.

I want you to moan for me, like I’m your one and only salvation, and you’ll find rapture in my every touch. I want our breaths to become one, never knowing where one ends and the other begins. I want to taste you until I become drunk on everything you have to offer, and then I want to drown you in an ecstasy so deep you’ll never want to come back up for air.

I want my touch to sear across every dip and curve of your skin, so that you feel my desires for you even when we’re apart. If you cannot feel my love for you by the time we’re done, I haven’t finished fulfilling my duties of your perfect lover. By the time I’m finished with you, my name will be the only thing on your lips, my body the only thing you can feel, and my devotion to you the only thing on your mind. 

And your heart…

Your heart will be mine.

Long have I desired to burn my mark on your heart, just as I know you’ve already branded mine. I will accept no other. I cannot.

My greatest desire, though, is far tamer than any of this. Yet, it is probably the most significant. The most intricate and intimate of experiences I could offer you.

I want to show you my wings.

I want to show you my wings, and watch as that wondrous expression of yours lights up your face. I want to see you in awe of the colours, and the contrasting feathers which are quite plush and so delicate to the touch. I want to watch you reach out to feel them, but hesitate slightly, unsure of if you should or not, and then I want to smile and nod at you, encouraging you to fulfill your every desire.

And, oh, how encouraging I would be!

We don’t let just anybody touch our wings, you know. It’s a sacred practice, reserved for the most intimate of lovers.

That’s how much you mean to me. I want to share in that intimacy with you, and only you.

Fuck, and then once you’ve traced the contours of my wings and run your fingers through my feathers, I would make the sweetest love to you. I would hold you so fucking close, whispering how deeply my affection for you lies with every movement I make, my wings on full display as I bring us both to ecstasy together.

I can practically hear the way your voice calls out my name so desperately for me now…

Many nights have been spent playing out this fantasy, but I’m afraid it never fully captures the full effect of the moment. I know it’ll be even more special and intimate when the time comes, and I can only imagine how your delicate hands will feel gripping me, and stroking along my wings during the moment.

Just thinking about it now gets me so sensitive.

You truly have no idea what you do to me.

I just have to get closer to you. You’re starting to open up to me, I can feel it. I’m slowly but surely melting that cold exterior of yours. Or maybe, you’re just cooling me down to your level. We’ll be together soon. We have to be, or else I don’t know just what I might do.

I’ll be wrapping you in my embrace soon enough. 

I’ll make sure you can handle the heat.

Thinking of yandere!jungkook— he is being “romantic”

genre: yandere | smut | +18 minors DNI

warnings: contains toxic behaviour, smut, stalking behaviour

summary: yandere!jk loves you, he loves you with all his heart… he will do the most for you— he WILL find the way.

this is pure ✨fiction✨

enjoy…

- yandere!jk who surprises you with you favourite flowers (because he followed on your trip to the botanical garden and remembered exactly which flowers you took pictures of)

- yandere!jk who knows your coffee order to perfection (because this is now his favourite coffee order)

- yandere!jk who keeps an eye on you when you are out with friends (even though you are not aware he is there… he can’t just sit home and wait, what if someone tries to get too close? it’s dangerous out there)

- yandere!jk who perfectly planned bumping into you on a rainy afternoon with an umbrella (he watched you for two months before deciding the timing was right)

- yandere!jk who loves to put his arm around your shoulders/waist (because those wandering eyes better get a warning before he loses it and go after them)

- yandere!jk who likes fucking you in front of the mirror (making you watch how your face looks when he pleasures you because he wants you to remember no one will make you feel so good—only him) “you are fucking mine, babe”

- yandere!jk who surprised you with lunch at work (only to fill you with his hot cum in the small bathroom— you have a meeting with that good-looking coworker of yours… he needs to mark you even though he will be watching you. from a safe distance…just in case) “you’re perfect—you. taking. me. so. well…”

- yandere!jk who spent the night at your place for the first time after dating for two months… “oh you found the coffee filters quite fast!” you said (this was not his first time visiting you)

- yandere!jk who now drives you and him to a surprise getaway vacation (where you are getting married and everything is arranged)

Thinking of yandere!seokjin— he can’t let you go

pairing: jin x f.reader

genre: yandere | smut +18 minors DNI

tw: toxic, manipulative behaviour

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

enjoy(;

yandere!seokjin who catches you staring at him. the sea of people that surrounds you stop existing once his eyes meet yours. the desire to make you his only grows— he has to have you.

yandere!seokjin who compulsively lies about his intentions with you. he seems to always be around when you need a helping hand. he will patiently wait until you fall for him, and when you do, he is never letting go.

yandere!seokjin who spoils you with gifts. big, small, anything—you got it! anything for his precious sweetheart. oh but he will guilt-trip you into fucking later. “didn’t you like what I got you, my sweet? you did? show me how much… I can fuck your lovely face all night long”.

yandere!seokjin who uses sex as punishment. “oooh you were out with your little friends weren’t you— you had fun? more fun than when you’re with me?” he fucks you so incredibly good that all you can do is whisper I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry as his cock stretches you out perfectly. bringing you so close to cumming all over him but— “little whores and liars like you don’t to cum”

yandere!seokjin who uses sex as a reward. “you looked so pretty in there… was that all for me?” two of his long, slender fingers pumping in and out of you in the back of the car. his driver playing fool as you are about to cum on your lover’s fingers. yes yes all for you is all that you mumble against his plump lips that kiss you so fervently. “be good and cum for me… you will be cumming all night, sweetheart”

yandere!seokjin who gets extremely anxious when he has to spend the night without you, he has cameras all around your luxurious house. he needs to keep an eye on his sweetheart. the night hours pass and he watches you intently on his phone screen, how you are unable to sleep so you find your favourite sex toy to pleasure you. he takes his cock out of his pants and rapidly strokes it to catch up and cum with you “y-you better not think that toy is better than m-me… fuck, when I’m back home I’ll fuck you so good you will only be able to say my name— ahh” and he cums, thinking fucking about you dumb.

{12} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateex X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa)

Words: 10,355

Warnings: Threats, mentions of bones being reset, some blood and injuries. 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: Finally, a chapter I have been waiting for to write!! lmaoo my apologies if the beginning is a little slow, but there’s some big reveals in this chapter that I really hope you’ll all enjoy. The next few chapters might have some more important truths in relevance to the plot, so I hope you all look forward to that! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Mini Masterlist

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