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hi this is fear kink anon! 💘 sorry i forgot the member i wanted to choose 😭 but can it be with Jungkook?

baby you deserve a golden medal for your patience, tysm 💖 you said you liked psychological fics.... I tried

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, steb!siblings au

warnings: mentions of blood, allusions to stalking and violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, dub con/con noncon (yep it changes), dirty talk, degradation, fear kink, choking, mentions of pornographic content and impact play, obsession, manipulation, corruption, hints of dacryphilia

There were many different definitions of art; Jungkook found all of them inside your eyes. He liked to consider himself a good painter, and a few key concepts caught his attention as he worked on developing his skills.

Emotions. There was no point in art if it didn't inspire and make the heart tremble inside its cage. You were the greatest muse of all the raw, vibrant colors exploding behind his eyelids. The most common one always appeared in different shades of red. Something akin to rose petals when you touched him, igniting a fire deep in his abdomen. Something akin to crimson when he saw you with other men, dripping down his swollen knuckles late in the night after he dragged them into empty alleys.

Control. All strokes had to be precise to create the desired effect. And Jungkook found that just as he enjoyed holding the brushes, making them dance on the canvas in his own rhythm - he liked to do the same to you. His vision was his own; it belonged to no one but him. Like you. Every smile and shiver he induced was just as mesmerizing to him as every tear and flinch he caused. It didn't take much; just a little graze of his hand against your thigh, and you were already a beautiful mess of contradicting thoughts and emotions. Trying so hard to stay in line. He knew you too well; your body and soul responded to him in the softest and most primal ways at once, whether you liked it or not.

So why not test your limits? Why not see how much you could handle before you fell apart for him, returned to your barest, rawest form?

It was the only thing on his mind as he sat beside you on the couch, his arm thrown over your shoulder casually. You seemed restless, barely stopping yourself from grimacing at the movie playing on the tv screen. It was your only source of light in the darkness of the living room, providing you with little comfort.

"Jungkook," you sighed. "When are we gonna get to the good part? This movie sucks."

He chuckled.

"It gets better. Don't tell me you're scared already," he teased, tilting his head slightly.

His eyes flickered from the screen to your face fleetingly, noting a small frown forming on it.

"You know I don't like thrillers."

The pout on your lips made his heart flutter. He wanted to lean in and trace his fingertips over your cupid's bow, feel how soft your skin was. But all he did was tighten his arm around you.

"It's a good thing you've got a big brother to protect you, then," he hummed.

You let out a scoff that slowly morphed into a quiet gasp when his hand landed on your thigh. He didn't turn his head in your direction, but he watched you carefully from the corner of his eye. He could see your lips fall open, your back straightening as if you were struck by lightning.

But you said nothing. All this time Jungkook has spent getting you used to being closer to him behind your parents' back was finally paying off. All the nights he took you out to watch horror movies with him, feeling your trembling hand on his chest as you sought protection and shelter in his arms - those were paying off too.

Sighing again, you tried to relax, release the tension in your muscles. In just a few beats, the screaming on the screen would stop and the scene would shift to a different setting, a wild chase through the woods that would no doubt have the hairs on your arms rising when you realized where it was going.

His free hand lifted to your hair, ringed fingers playing with the soft tips, brushing through the strands with a bruising tenderness. With each movement, he counted down the seconds, his sweats already feeling tight when he noticed an outline of trees on the darkening screen.

Three...

Two...

One.

He felt you stiffen in his hold all over again, your eyes widening. You were uncomfortable; it was written all over you, his proximity unnerving rather than consoling when the prey was caught.

Just like you were about to be. A little fly in the spider's web.

It was worse when the clothes started coming off. As though you just realized that the scene was not going to cut off, and perhaps you should have paid more attention to the movie's rating, you squirmed, flattening your palms against the couch.

"I- I think I'm gonna call it a night."

With a twitch of his mouth, Jungkook boldly placed both of his hands on your hips.

"That's not nice," he muttered, effortlessly pulling you up into his lap. "What about spending quality time together? As a family?"

You blinked, suddenly breathless, his thighs flexing under you, arms a cage of steel when you started panicking.

"Jungkook, I mean it! Stop being an asshole."

Your fists beat against his chest, but it didn't bother him at all. It just made him twitch in his pants. He brought his lips close to your ear, making you halt, your head snapping up as he spoke.

"We can finish watching the movie, or I can put on a different one from my personal collection. Your choice, baby."

He knew he didn't need to spell it out for you. You were a smart girl. Defeated, you meekly turned your eyes back towards the depravity on the screen.

"Can I please get back to my seat?" You whispered.

So easy to put into place. Jungkook ignored your request, focused on the way his cock was straining against his sweats, on how if you moved just an inch you'd be able to feel it. He brushed your hair behind your ear when the moaning started, lowering his voice when he spoke again.

"Do you like it?"

"No," you replied sulkily, though he could hear the nervousness making your tone waver. "This movie sucks."

Jungkook bit back a smile, lips pressing closer to your ear.

"I'm not talking about the movie, baby," he murmured. "Do you like the way he fucks her?"

You almost jumped, trying to turn your head towards him to no wonder ask him what the hell was wrong with him. But Jungkook was quicker, gripping your jaw tightly and keeping you still.

"Don't look away and answer my question like a good girl."

He could feel you begin to tremble, but the clenching of your thighs did not escape his attention, and neither did the hitch of your breath.

"This- this isn't funny anymore," you stammered out shakily. "Please, Jungkook."

He dug his fingers into your jaw.

"I'm starting to get angry, baby. Answer the question."

You winced, swallowing harshly, your chest rising unevenly as you tried to find your voice.

"No."

Jungkook clicked his tongue.

"My bad. Let me be more clear."

He dropped his hand back down to your thigh, skimming the inside of it with his fingers.

"Answer honestly, unless you want me to check myself."

The gasp you let out this time was louder, making his lower stomach simmer with heat. You were so cute; so small and defenseless in the arms of your biggest protector and nightmare all at once.

A sniffle followed. His lips chased the tear that rolled down your cheek.

"Come on, baby, why are you crying? Just tell me the truth. You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

You bit down on your lower lip. It was fascinating, right down amusing to watch you struggle, trying to locate the courage to either face your inner self and burn with shame, or face the unknown consequences of his anger. The way you shook in his arms made his cock leak precum in excitement, staining his briefs. Every little part of you was his to love, use and control as he pleased. You could have tried to fight. You could have tried to scream. And yet you just sat there and let him tear you to pieces, and to Jungkook that was as much of a love confession as saying the three sacred words out loud.

"You can trust me, baby," he soothed in a whisper. "No one else will ever know. I promise."

You took a deep breath, sniffling once more before attempting to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, pushing the word out through its tight walls.

"Yes."

It was barely a whisper. Light as a feather and yet heavy with the pain it took to pluck it. Jungkook pressed a kiss into your cheek, releasing your jaw from his hold to wrap his arms around your fragile frame again, keep all the scattered pieces of you close to him.

"Good girl," he whispered, too, his piercing cool against your heated skin as his lips brushed across your aching jaw.

With a deep, pleased hum, he began to rub soothing circles into your hand, trying to steady it in his warmth.

"Did it make you wet?" He asked softly. "Telling me you liked it."

"Jungkook," You practically whimpered his name, as though hoping to appeal to his common sense. Or to the softer side of him you were used to. "You're scaring me."

"I know," he pressed the next kiss into your neck, gentle and teasing. "Does that make you wet, too?"

Silence. Gotcha.

Jungkook slid his palms down your legs, prying them open forcefully, his jaw set tight when you tried to protest, nails digging into your sensitive skin.

"Stop fucking squirming," he hissed. "I am so tired of this little attitude. I will drag you to my room and tie you to the bed if you don't fucking behave."

A visible shiver ran through you, causing him to groan.

"Oh yeah, I know you'd fucking like that."

He flipped you onto the couch like you weighed nothing, instantly trapping you under the weight and the heat of his body. Being able to finally look into your eyes was exhilarating, your pupils wide, the fright in them a burning, living flame that made his stiff cock ache.

Gently, he brought an inked hand down to your face and pressed your cheek into the couch, steering your eyes back to the screen.

"Look. Look and tell me you haven't been rubbing that little clit and dreaming I could fuck you like this."

The little shallow breaths leaving you made his gaze fall down to your chest, the swell of your breasts visible through the low neckline of your shirt. He could feel his own pulse racing, his hand more rough than intended when it enveloped your neck.

"Come on, tell me I'm wrong, baby. Tell me you never made yourself come wishing I'd pin you down and give it to you good."

He leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your face.

You still didn't say a word. Moonstruck. That was how he felt. He needed to make you his more than he needed to breathe.

"Well?" He taunted, choking you harder. "Prove me wrong. Tell me you don't want me to slap you around and fuck you like a little whore, ignore your fucking whining and stuff you full of cum. Say it, baby."

All that left your throat was a weak, breathy whimper that made him want to bury himself inside you and wreck your tight, little cunt until your eyes rolled back and your throat ached from screaming.

But there was no space for impatience in art. He released your neck in favor of slipping his hand in between your legs, pressing his fingers right into your panties.

A strained grunt slipped through his teeth when he felt the sticky, wet spot on them, your thighs flinching at the contact.

"Fuck."

You avoided his eyes, even though he could feel you seeking more of his touch, hips rolling subtly, chest trembling with each break you took. Jungkook pressed his thumb into your clothed clit, for no more than a moment before he pulled his hand away entirely.

Although you tried to catch his wrist to stop him and get him back where you needed him, you didn't complain. Like you were too terrified to speak, whether it was because of him or because of your own desires. Most likely both.

Cooing, he kissed your soft cheek.

"Now, there, you know how to be good when you want to, don't you?"

Cupping your face, he made you look back at him, staring right into your eyes when he closed the distance between you.

And yet, all he gave you was a ghost of a kiss, a touch that was barely there. It still made his heart thrum and his cock jump in his sweats.

"I'm gonna take care of you, baby," he breathed into your lips. "I'm gonna make all your dreams come true. I'll catch you someday when you're walking home and drag you into some filthy alley. And you can scream and cry and pretend you don't like it all you want if that makes you feel better about being a messed up, little slut. I hope you cry a lot."

A shiver ran up his spine at the soft sound that reached his ears. A moan. Short, quiet, shaky, full of mortification, but it was there.

The next sound was more familiar, a reminder of the constant ticking of the clock. A car pulling up into the driveway. Your parents were back.

Jungkook nudged your nose with his.

"Watch your back, little angel. I always know where you are."

With that, he pushed himself up and got off the couch, adjusting his sweats. He didn't spare you a glance, leaving you to scramble and try to gather yourself as the keys jingled on the other side of the door, shaky fingers trying to reach the remote to turn off the tv.

Jungkook had a problem of his own to solve for the night. He needed a long, cold shower.

And then just a little more patience. Patience made all the difference in art.

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THE WAY I INSTANTLY BEGAN SHAKING WITH EXCITEMENT. I LITERALLY OPENED THE APP TO REREAD ONE OF YOUR FICS FOR THE 2647378339th TIME BUT WHEN I SAW THIS POST PINNED TO YOUR ACCOUNT. I BEGAN BUZZING WITH EXCITEMENT. IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AND IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!!! AAAAAAAAA IM SO EXCITED TO READ MORE THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE FANFICTIONS ON THIS PLATFORM AND AND OMG YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB WITH KEEPING US ON OUR TOES AND I ABSOLUTELY DIDNT EXPECT DOYEON’S REACTION, I WAS EXPECTING HER TO BE SNAPPY AND PISSED AT MC BUT SHE WAS SO NICE AND OMFG PARK JIMIN ?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! THAT INTERACTION LITERALLY HAD ME GRINNING WIDELY WITH EXCITEMENT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WAS SO EXCITING TO READ I CANT WAIT TO READ MORE THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS!!!!! AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF JIMIN AND MC INTERACTING WITH EACH OTHER MY HEART IS STILL BEATING IN EXCITEMENT

darkents | 03 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, mentions of physical abuse )

word count: 14.5k

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A/N; i just want to make it clear, im no expert in criminology so forgive me if there’s inaccuracies, I tried to do my best with research but it’s purely fiction!

summary: You should’ve known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02 / 03

The paper cup was held tightly in his hand. He had dropped a tea bag inside , Chamomile. It usually helped with nerves. He watched the girl through the glass, she didn’t look particularly nervous but she did look distraught. The dark eye bags gave away the limited sleep she must have endured, her oversized hoodie making her look smaller than she really was. The added bad posture wasn’t helping either. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms resting on the table in front of her as she stared down at her hands.

Detective Namjoon sighed, opening the door which immediately caused her to turn her head over to him. He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the cup as he seated himself across from her. His long limbs sat a bit awkwardly on the small chair but he squared his shoulders nonetheless.

“I understand you said she had been acting a little strange for the past few days.” He stated, maintaining a steady gaze on the girl.

“Did she have any mental health issues that you know of? Was she struggling with depression, anxiety or anything of the sort?”

Mina swallowed, bringing her eyebrows together in feigned concernment.

“No, not that I know of.” She explained, letting out another shaky breath. “ It’s just, she was acting really paranoid like, just off, you know?”

Namjoon listened, nodding slowly as another question sat on his tongue.

“Was she scared of someone perhaps? An ex-boyfriend, someone she was romantically involved with?”

“No, I mean the last boyfriend she had was over a year ago and he transferred to another college months ago.” Mina shook her head, then hesitated a bit. “But-“

The detective raised an eyebrow in question, eyes darting around her face as he silently urged her to continue.

“But..?” He added quietly, the girl seemed to be unsure of herself which wasn’t always a good sign. The behavior usually signaled she was holding back, knew a bit more than she was willing to confidently say or was afraid of saying it.

“She had a crush, a guy in our college.” She replied, frowning slightly. “ Jaehyun. I don’t why I brought it up, it’s just a stupid crush.”

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A LITTLE FUCKING PRACTICE 2

synopsis. you start talking before you can stop your snap. “if i’m so bad, then let me go. you’re the one forcing me to do this.” he doesn’t get mad at your response. instead, the corners of his mouth lift in amusement. “no, that’s no fun.” he brings your face back to his length, chuckling when you try to pull back with knit brows. “i just need to teach you.”

pairing. yandere!jeongguk x f!reader, yandere!taehyung x f!reader x yandere!jimin

genre. high school au! (legal ages)

word count. 3k

warnings. EXPLICITLY NONCON SMUT!!! oral smut (m receiving). mouth fucking. heavy degradation. force. hair pulling, lots of it. threatening. blackmail. oc gets bullied. fighting. taehyung isn’t as annoying partially because he’s beginning to regret everything but also partially cause i don’t know how the hell i managed to make him so annoying in the past few parts like god can he pls shut up. also i wanted jimin to kick jk’s ass using his taekwondo skills but then again we all want everyone to kick jk’s ass he’s so mean. currently unedited!!! if u wanna read the unedited version then pls come back tomorrow lol and i’ll add to the smut

part (8) of SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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the gritty floor of the locker room bites at the skin of your knees, similar to the feeling of guilt and disgust gnawing at your heart as jeongguk sits on the bench before you. his eyes, once innocent and hidden behind thick lenses, now hooded and sadistic. how much you wish for him to revert back to his past self, the transfer student with a tiny voice and a tinier ego. unfortunately, you know that persona was never real to begin with; it was all just an act to get you here, shamefully kneeling in front of him, and you sob at the thought.

“stop your fucking crying,” he says, though he secretly enjoys watching the tears stream down your cheeks, “is that all you know how to do? huh?”

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morbidkisses · 2 years

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okay so i might get back in the writing business bcs i have so many ideas rn 😭😭 but i need motivation to write

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god that was such a good read!!! i loved every single second of reading this! the thrill, the adrenaline UGH IT WAS SO GOOD THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS!!

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.

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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darknets | 02 yandere!jungkook au

pairings: jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

word count: 13.1k

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summary: You should of known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02

You had been staring at the metal door for hours now, or at least that’s what you assumed. From what you could see, none of the monitors displayed the time. The scratch in your throat grew more irritating by the minute and you weren’t sure if you still were capable of speaking or if your vocal cords had been strained far too much.

Jungkook had been right, the yelling had done nothing but excite the viewers more.

It seemed to further excite him more as well.

The rope had bruised your skin causing it to become red and inflamed. It burned every time you would tug on it or even slightly moved it. So you had decided to not move your body at all. You lay limp on the cushion, your arms angled above your head. You had stopped crying a while ago, you didn’t even feel like you had it in you to continue anymore. All that was left was fear, so much fear. It was safe to say you had never imagined yourself being in this position, you had just seen it happen to others through a TV screen or laptop screen.

A laptop screen. The memory of that unfortunate and damned day came flooding back to you, the terrified face of that girl who’s fate you had followed so shortly afterwards. You wondered if it was life’s cruel way of punishing you for not taking what you had seen more seriously, for not doing anything. That thought only made you feel guilty and then bitter, why you would be punished for the wrongdoings of these criminals was beyond you. But life was indeed unfair like that, and just like that, you had become another statistic.

You could blame so many other things, your lack of awareness, your poor choice in friends. The list would be endless but at the end of the day, who would of seen this coming? The idea of someone so close to you, a simple college girl at that, would be involved in this. Whatever this was , was just simply unlikely and so terribly unfortunate.

The sound of metal screeching forced you out of your pathetic head. You craned your neck at the sight of Mina’s frame climbing down the metal steps. She turned to you, an unreadable look on her face as she carried something in her hands. Her cautious footsteps had you on edge, the uncontrollable anger returning to you in that second but you swallowed it down, settling for a sharp glare instead.

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A LITTLE FUCKING PRACTICE

synopsis. “i guess i gotta do this the hard way, hm?”

pairings. yandere!jeongguk x f!reader, yandere!taehyung x f!reader x yandere!jimin

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. student council president!jimin. transfer student!jeongguk. class president!reader.

word count. 6.7k

warnings. NONCON/DUBCON SMUT (penetrative sex). restraining. blackmail. manipulation. hair pulling. groping. humiliation. bullying. violence. cigarettes and cigarette burns. blood. an almost panic attack. paranoia and anxiety. emotional sadism. jealous tae and jimin. i lied about them getting along. maybe next time they will. oc cries a lot. jeongguk also cries. taehyung’s still annoying. he’s also mean to jeongguk. jimin’s handshake is ignored someone give this boy justice. also tae’s reaction to jeongguk: 🤬🙄🥱🤨. jimin’s reaction to jeongguk:🧍🏻🙂.

part (7) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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you’re already at your seat when the morning bell rings. it’s a catchy tune, one that you unconsciously sway your head to as you adjust the supplies laid out on your desk and read the lesson plan on the chalkboard (all the while ignoring a certain classmate obnoxiously trying to get your attention from the back of the room). you’re ready for class to start like usual, ready to begin the school day with an eagerness to prove that you’re the golden student you seem to be.

your teacher walks in and tells everyone to settle down before putting her binder on the podium. like always, you lead the students to stand and greet the teacher, and like always, everyone sits back down when the routine is done. but this time, mrs. yoo doesn’t jump straight into the lecture notes. instead:

“class,” she announces with delight, “we have a new student joining us for the rest of the year!”

a couple murmurs come about. earlier during the week, you were called into the office and were told to help the student around school when the time comes. despite the early access to the news, you frown. a transfer this late, how unusual. how will they be officers of any clubs, or get decent letters of recommendation from teachers? you try not to wonder too much, as they might have not had a choice in the decision.

mrs. yoo turns to the open door and calls to the student, hand waving to becken him forth. all eyes are on him as he slowly walks through the door and avoids them with a head down. he writes his name on the board when instructed to do so, then fiddles with the hem of his shirt when he’s done. his back is towards the class, allowing for the view of only his broad shoulders, his plain backpack, and a head of fluffy brown hair. hesitantly, he finally wobbles around. his eyes, large, brown, covered by glasses, flicker to the floor upon meeting yours.

jeon jeongguk, the board reads.

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death valley (m) | part 11

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: namjoon x reader, taehyung x reader, yoongi x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes. choking, rough sex, spanking, slight bondage, so much edging, tittie fuck, oral sex, body worship, dirty talk, degradation, attempted somno, coercion, obsessive & possessive behavior, manipulation, fighting, guns, shootings, a sexy motorcycle chase, nudity, smoking, drugs, alc use, a game of strip poker, praise, crying, feelings of fear, character death, police arrest, mention of past noncon activity (not described), dom!yoongi, dom!taehyung, switch!namjoon, dom!namjoon *finally*

Above the soft crinkling of the fire, all that was heard in the silent summer evening were the echoes of your soft moans. Two bottles of liquor spilt across the fine hardwood floors. One man on his knees before your spread legs.

From the dim glow you watched, lips parted as he snorted another line of coke off of your trembling body. Shivers ran through your spine with the wet glide of his tongue against your inner thigh.

Your fingers weaved through his freshly cut hair, gripping the strands tightly as you pulled his face forward, bucking your hips as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Namjoon…fuck” You arched your back as his large hands yanked your thighs further apart. The soft vibrations felt deep in your core as he giggled, tasting your wetness over your thong, letting his teeth tug at the delicate cloth.

You rocked back, allowing him to drag your panties down your bare legs, slurping them up into his mouth. A few drinks down, the warmth of his whiskey was starting to show on his blushed cheeks. He spit the garment into his hand, pressing it up against his nose and inhaling deeply.

“Call” He began to pop off the buttons of his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders. The two of you were sitting on the floor by the fireplace in what was the most luxurious villa Namjoon had ever seen in his life. Yoongi’s true estate, where the two of you waited for his arrival.

As the night dawned upon you, you had decided to raid Yoongi’s fine assortment of high class liquors, taking a bottle each. Out came the cards, off came your clothes— a friendly game of strip poker commenced.

You smirked, unclasping your bra from under your shirt and throwing it at him, giggling as the cups fell over his eyes. “Very funny” Namjoon set the garment aside, his fingers tracing over the soft red lace a moment too long.

An Ace and a King, his eyes flickered from his cards to you. You winked at him, allowing your foot to caress up and down his thigh, rolling his bulge under the arch of you foot.

“All in” The warmth of golden flames illuminated the ridges on his toned chest. His eyes were steady on yours as he unbuckled his pants, revealing his long legs, amongst other things.

“Silly boy. I’m gonna win” You sighed, tugging at his pout, nail digging into his plump lip. Your thumb slipped into his mouth and you smiled as he sucked on it, blinking at you with feigned innocence.

“Let’s see your cards” He reached behind you, coming dangerously close to your chest as he flipped over your hand to reveal two Aces. “Goddamnit” He groaned.

He downed the rest of his drink before roughly sliding his pants back on, pocketing your panties before you noticed. “You hungry? You better fuel up, when Yoongi gets here he’s probably gonna fuck you into oblivion”

Pulling you into his lap, he lifted you princess style, fawning at your drunken giggles as he laid you down on the kitchen counter. Reaching into the pantry, you scanned the vast assortment of snacks available to you, until your eyes landed on the perfect thing.

You twirled a can of whipped cream in your hands, the edges of your lips dripping with the sugary substance. Dollops of cream sliding down onto your chest.

“You have got to be kidding me” Rolling his eyes, Namjoon grabbed a hand towel as he slotted himself between your thighs. You watched as he dabbed away at your chest.

He inhaled sharply as his eyes moved to your creamed out lips. You let your tongue glide over them, curling as if you were beckoning him forward. Namjoon hadn’t even realized he was leaning in, face barely inches from yours, so close he could almost taste the sticky sweetness on your skin.

“Careful. He might have cameras” You hissed, letting your knee brush against his bulging cock. He rolled his hips against you, hands gripping your waist as if you were his lifeline. His brows furrowed, lips parted in conflict. He wanted to kiss you, god he wanted to kiss you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me aren’t you?” Namjoon sighed, wiping your mouth with the towel. Suddenly you heard a loud growl of an engine. You and Namjoon exchanged a look, both arriving at the same conclusion—

Yoongi had arrived.

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OML THIS WAS SO GOOD! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

Hi!!! i really liked sugar daddy turned sour- and i was wondering if you could do another part maybe a reaction of them when reader tries to escape or something-

Sugar Daddy turned sour: 2

If you haven't already, you should read Part One before this.

A/N: I have no self-control. This one is double the length of the first one. I wasn't meaning for this to be an ongoing story, but it definitely has room for at least one more issue. So maybe? Thank you for the request! Enjoy 💜💜💜

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, spanking, smut, intimidation, abuse.

Yandere! Taehyung Yandere! Jungkook

Jungkook's days

Laying on your bed, on top of the blanket, you're bored of waiting when finally there's a knock on your bedroom door.

You straighten your clothes, checking the mirror as you pass it. The new bra and dress Taehyung bought you have you looking exceptionally slutty. With a roll of your eyes, you sigh, gathering your strength for the next few days.

"Daddy." You smile flirtatiously as you open the door. Wrapping your arms around Jungkook's neck. A dazzling smile on your face as you look up at him. "I missed you," you lie convincingly.

For the past 3 months, you have been locked up in a remote house in the country. Hidden away like a damsel in distress. You couldn't figure out exactly where, but you can assume it's on the outskirts of their city. When Taehyung and Jungkook first brought you here you were definitely scared. They'd shown you how crazy they truly were and this isolated house was like something out of a murder mystery. For a day or two, you were admittedly fearful of what they might do if you didn't play along.

But it's worse. They weren't planning to hurt you, they were planning to bore you to death.

Hanging on the front door, you have their schedule, and they take turns staying here with you. And while they do, you spend the whole time playing baby for them. Every single day, 24 hours a day, one after the other.

You are, however, granted a brief respite during the cross-over period. As one of them leaves and the other arrives you get 3-4 hours, half a day at most, to be by yourself.

During these breaks, you've looked tirelessly for an escape. Scoured the house from top to bottom for any possible way out, but this house is locked up tighter than a jail cell. You've realized the only way you're getting out of here is if one of the men let you out.

And you're working on that.

But for now, it's time to masquerade as the doting baby girl Jungkook wants.

Rubbing his shoulders you have him sat at the dining table while dinner is finishing in the oven. "Daddy, you're so tense." You purr, kissing his neck lightly, running your hands down his chest. "You work too hard," you switch sides kissing a bit more sensually. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you unwind during the week," on the other side again you suck his earlobe, dragging your teeth lightly across it. "But you're here now. And I'm all yours."

Treating Jungkook like a King is the easiest way to get him to relax and connect to you. He likes it when you stroke his ego, among other things. And when you make him happy, when he does finally loosen up, he gets so much more possessive.

Then you're able to rile him up, getting him to be as rough as possible. That way he leaves bite marks and hickeys and all sorts of other bruises across your body. Not wanting to push him too far too quickly, you've been slowly egging him on little by little, making sure the way you two hook up doesn't suddenly seem out of place. But this visit, you think you've finally got him in the right space. Into the right frame of mind.

When he leaves after 3 days with you, you're littered with marks and fingerprints. And best of all, your ass is covered in bruises from how hard you begged him to spank you.

Taehyung's days

Taehyung on the other hand wants you to be Daddy's little girl. Someone to look up at him with big eyes and a tiny brain asking Daddy please help to everything.

"Baby," Taehyung knocks on your bedroom door calling excitedly. Checking that your hair and dress are covering Jungkook's marks well enough, you perform the same ritual, huffing and taking a moment to store some energy for the coming days.

"Daddy," you coo, leaping into Taehyungs arms immediately kissing him with lots of little enthusiastic kisses. "I missed you so, so, so much." You pout, kissing him between words. Speaking with the baby voice he loves.

"I have something for you." He smiles.

"Presents?!" You squeal adorably, bouncing on the spot, jumping into his arms again, this time wrapping your legs around his waist. Kissing him hungrily while he blindly carries you to the couch.

"Close your eyes baby," You do, holding your hands out. Going through boxes and bags of dresses, shoes, jewellery, teddies and gadgets he brought you.

You'd been telling Taehyung on repeat how much you missed all your personal belongings. Since then, slowly he's been replacing everything you left behind. Steadily filling this house with an endless stream of gifts. Last time he was here you'd told him you wanted something special. Something very specific. You told him that you 'didn't have any way to remember him when he wasn't here.' And that if he bought you a Polaroid camera you could hang pictures of the two of you, so you wouldn't get so lonely.

And just like you wanted, there it was among all the other presents.

Soon enough you start to mope and whine, playing impatient, complaining that you missed him too much. Begging him to touch you and kiss you, saying all the things, in all the ways that you know turn him on. Because when Taehyung gets happy, when he has a perfect little baby, his protectiveness goes into overdrive.

"Baby, what's this?" He asks sounding worried. Having stripped you and uncovered all your bruises. Little and big.

At this point, you've become a master actress.

"Mmm," you fake shyness and nervousness. Fidgeting with your fingers, looking down while trying to cover back up. "Nothing," you murmur.

"Tell me baby." he gently cups your face, lifting it back up. "I need to make sure you're okay. Does it hurt? Please tell me what happened?"

"Um," you pout timidly. Speaking softly and high. "It only hurts a little. Jungkook is just a little bit too rough sometimes."

"Did you tell him to slow down?" his brows furrow as he clenches his teeth lightly. His neck stiffening as he does.

You nod, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Going for the kill. "He tells me to be quiet," you whisper. "I don't think he's forgiven me yet."

Taehyung's chest tightens as he growls. "We already sorted all of that! You're doing everything right. So he shouldn't be bringing it up." He shouts more to himself than to you. "And he shouldn't be hurting you. It's not okay!" He wraps you in his arms. Pulling you into his chest. His worry about you being hurt feeling laughable as you think back to when he had no problem smacking the hell out of you. "I'm going to talk to him, okay."

But for now, his concern about you're safety is something you're happy to use to your advantage.

You shove on his torso getting loose. "No please don't mention it." You whimper looking a little panicked, "He'll be mad I told you. Please don't." You grip your hands into the fabric of his pants.

"Okay, baby,"

"Please!" You whine, seeking a firmer confirmation.

"Okay, I won't." He holds you close again, comforting you. "But I really don't like this Y/n."

Jungkook's days

Everything is laid out. And exactly to plan, it's too much for Jungkook.

The living room is stacked with boxes and bags leftover from your gifts. Shoe boxes that can no longer fit in your closet are lining one of the walls. The teddies and toys that are too many for your bed have split over onto the couch. Photos of you and Taehyung smiling or kissing are hung around the house and greet him at every corner. You're wearing a dress that Taehyung bought you, one that's far too cutesy for Jungkook's taste and the pièce de résistance; the diamond band choker that Taehyung had made for you a few weeks back that says baby on the white gold hanging tag.

Every inch of the house is screaming Taehyung's presence. And honestly, it's making the chocolates, champagne and groceries Jungkook brought look mightily inferior in contrast.

"Why was all that stuff still out?" He asks pinching the bridge of his nose. You're straddling his lap, pulling at his warm brown hair after he dragged you into his room to escape the sight of it all.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't fit in my room anymore," you grumble, rolling your eyes. "He just keeps bringing more and more stuff. I've told him it's enough, but I don't think he's listening." you chuckle playfully, sounding bothered.

"What about the photos?" He asks firmly.

"Tae put them up. He told me to leave them there. He said,- hmm- nevermind,"

"He said what?" He pushes, already clearly agitated.

Thank god they make this so easy.

"He wanted me to remember that I was his, first. Before you." You scoff, laughing awkwardly to play the idea off as ridiculous.

Swallowing hard he bites back his jealousy. "And this," he scowls, flicking the baby pendant.

"Um," you look down pretending to be embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm not allowed to take it off." You lie.

But that's it. That was the point of explosion.

"Oh yeah," Jungkook grabs the tag in his palm, jerking it forward. The silver clasp on the back buckles letting him snatch it from your neck. The chain biting into your skin as he does.

Holding it in his hand, he can see the back of the pendant with the engraved word Taehyung's, completing the printed phrase Taehyung's baby. Intensifying his greed for you. He growls, throwing it across the room. Shoving you off him, he pushes you flat on his bed. Resting himself between your legs.

"That idiot." He jeers. "I don't need to waste money. I'll give you something that you can't take off. And it won't cost a cent." He begins sucking hard on your neck. Leaving solid dark hickeys all along your neck and chest.

But you need more.

"Daddy," you're lifting your hips up grinding into him. "I loved it when you spanked my ass last time. I loved my bruises. Whenever I sat down it reminded me of you." You kiss along his jaw, whispering into his ear, "It reminded me how hard you felt inside me. Can you please do it again?"

He's far too eager to give you what you asked for. As he fucks you, he spanks your ass. Definitely being too hard, making it difficult for you to pretend to enjoy the pain.

But it works. When Jungkook leaves 4 days later, after you begged him to spank you every time you had sex, your ass and thighs are covered in genuinely painful, substantial bruises.

Taehyung's days

It was a lot to take, and it was a lot of slow gentle actions to get here, but this should be it.

When Jungkook left this morning, you made sure to find your broken necklace. Wanting to make an ironclad case, you added something a little more. Working the skin of your lip between your teeth you nipped and bit until finally, you broke through. Tearing at it until it was large enough to give you a proper cut and a scab. Then you dressed unlike how you normally did. Covering up with long pants and long sleeves. Making sure every mark was hidden.

And when Taehyung arrived you puppeted him to perfection.

"Baby! No this is too much." Taehyung sees your bloodlip and slowly starts unwrapping you observing more and more the damage Jungkook did to you.

"I tried to tell him he shouldn't be so rough, like how you told me," you make yourself drop a few soft tears, "But he got really mad," you hold up the broken necklace as further evidence.

"That's it! I'm going to talk to him! He can't-" He lurches up furiously.

You grab onto his arm pulling him back down. "No, please! He'll be mad. He'll be so angry. Please," you whimper.

Here goes everything.

"Please," you work yourself into a panic, crying harder. "I don't want to stay here with him. He's going to be mad I told you. Please can I stay with you? You said I could before. I want to stay with you, Daddy." You babble, clinging onto his shirt, sobbing. Making yourself tremble.

"Baby," Taehyung says softly.

"Please," you look up at him through your lashes, pouting out your scabbed lip with your face streaked in tears. "Please," your voice is sincerely desperate as you plead. You need him to say yes to this.

Standing again, he looks down at you for a moment watching your distress. Seeing how you look up at him as if he's your whole world. He can't find any way to deny you.

"Okay, Y/n. I'll take you out of here." he agrees, solemnly.

Your body unintentionally releases a massive load of tension. Your shoulders falling forward, your breath releasing. It fits your performance, so nothing is given away, but it's the first truthful act you've done all day.

"I just need to organize a few things." He pets behind your head. Smiling lovingly as you lean into his hand. "I'll be back this afternoon and then we'll take all your stuff to my house."

"Thank you, Daddy." You sniffle, bringing his hand in front of you, kissing his palm.

He leaves, already taking a few boxes of your things. The second you see the car driving away through the barred windows, your heart rejoices.

Thank God!

All of your efforts are finally paying off. You're finally getting out of this cage. You know Taehyung lives in the city. There is no way he gets you all the way into his house without you being able to call for help. Even if he does, his house won't be fortified like this. And most importantly; you'll only be needing to deal with one of these lunatics.

You'll only have to play bitch to this asshole a little while longer and then you'll be free!

Packing up what you can, you spend the next few hours in a nervous, giddy mood.

Hearing Taehyung's car arrives, you keep to the routine they set for you. Still playing along like his good little girl. Rushing to your room, and closing the door so you stay away from the open entrance.

Waiting, sitting on the bed, it takes a few minutes and you hear Taehyung's knock on your door. Trying to smother the smile that won't leave your face, you run through your ritual for the last time. A deep breath, building your strength for what happens now.

Opening the door your face instantly falls flat. All of your peace and relief set alight. Both Taehyung and Jungkook are there like an unmovable brick wall in front of your door. Looking incensed.

Panicking, your breath hitches as you slam the door. Throwing your whole body behind it to get it shut. But Jungkook is too fast for you. He shoves his shoulder into the panel, driving his weight forward before the latch catches. The door swings back, sending you tumbling onto the floor into the side of the bed. Your head smacking the post.

Fuck!

The two men stride into the room. The full space feeling tiny as they loom over top of you. You're looking left and right for anything within reach you can arm yourself with. But unless you think you can beat them to death with a stiletto, there isn't anything.

How the fuck is this happening again!? You were so careful! You had them pitted against one another. You had them hating each other. Taehyung was furious with Jungkook. And Jungkook despised Taehyung. How on earth did they figure it out?!

"So?" Taehyung asks the other man, nodding in your direction.

Jungkook squats over you, grasping your cheeks roughly. Inspecting your split lip.

"Nah, I didn't do that." He runs his tongue over the inside of his lip, glaring at you. Flicking your head to the side you pull away from him. Not enjoying the disapproving looks they're both giving you.

Jungkook stands up with a smirk pulling onto his mouth. His demeanour, like Taehyungs starting to lessen from contempt into ridicule. Their tone and words making you feel small as they begin to deride you.

"Man. We really underestimated who we were dealing with." Taehyung sweeps the hair off his face, exhaling hard through his nose. The unblinking focus towards you causing your heart to beat even harder. "You're really smart, baby."

"You mean conniving." Jungkook corrects.

"Manipulative," Taehyung adds.

"That's it," Jungkook clicks his fingers giving an affirming point. "You're manipulative. We really keep getting played by you Y/n."

You feel like you're going crazy. They can't do this to you again. You weren't trying to mess with them, you were trying to get out of this prison they've got you in.

"You can't keep me here!" For the first time in 3 months you break your composure and the sweet pliable act you've been playing. "I've paid you back. I've done everything you wanted! Let me out of here you fucking psychos!" You scream.

The two boys share a momentary look, their straight expressions falling away as they burst into laughter.

"I think you're right," Jungkook chuckles, answering Taehyung on something you're unaware of. "Anything less and we're just going to have to deal with this every time."

"Yeah, I reckon. I feel all psychoanalysed." Taehyung sneers, "She really knew what was gonna mess with me."

"Same with me. And here I was thinking the girl just likes getting spanked."

The two men exclude you from the conversation, seeming to decide on something about you. You don't know exactly what they are meaning, but it's clear they've figured everything out. Which means you're utterly screwed.

"Come here, baby." Jungkook holds his hand down for you. When you don't accept, he instead grabs your bicep yanking you onto your feet. "Attempt number two," he snorts.

Cramming you between the two of them, Taehyung pushes against you on the other side. Jungkook's tight grip not letting you pull back.

"Stop." You whine, too frightened to look up at either of the towering men. The last time it was the two of them and they were behaving like this, they hit you so much. "Please. I just want to go home. I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home."

Taehyung's hand curls and wraps around your neck and jaw. Clenching more painfully than Jungkook is.

"The problem is Y/n; you're too clever. And we can't compete." Jungkook says spitefully as Taehyung makes you look up at him. "So we're gonna level the playing field. No more one on one."

"You didn't wanna play fair," Taehyung hums out of your eye line, his deep voice tickling your ear. A snide smile filling Jungkook's face as the two of them share a look. "So, let's see how well you do when it's two on one."

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morbidkisses · 3 years

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i think you're fucking disgusting.

Are you flirting with me ?

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morbidkisses · 3 years

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Hi🙋‍♀️can I request one nightstand with yandere jungkook that won't let y/n go😁

Pancakes. (yandere! jk drabble)

a/n: so this is the first drabble(???) I'm posting :] hope you like it. I'm not good with smut though, so I'll skip to the morning after the one night stand <3 I'm sorry if it's disappointing!

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIPS SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T ROMANTICIZE THIS SHIT. This is simply fiction so I'm begging you to read this at your own risk.

warning: degradation, kidnapping (??), jk won't let reader leave, this shit is dark asf so beware, mood swings?? jk is an asshole, slapping, violence, reader loses her shit and panics really hard, dacryphilia, sadistic jk, THIS MIGHT BE EXTREMELY TRIGGERING SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Pain was the first thing that you felt when you opened your eyes. This was the first time you had a hangover this bad, your head was pounding and you felt like someone was hammering a nail into your skull. You rested your face into your hands as you sat up and waited for the pain to lessen, a small groan leaving your lips in the process.

After a few seconds, you became more aware of your surroundings and looked around. This wasn't your room. And the bed was much softer than your own. You quickly opened your eyes and scanned the room, the grey walls were different than your white walls, it was much larger and much prettier than yours. Your head snapped to the side and your eyes settled on who must have been your one night stand. He was still fast asleep, his hand resting on your lap as he snuggled into the pillows.

A silent gasp left your lips as you observed him carefully, and you felt like he was probably the prettiest person you had ever set your eyes upon, he had soft skin, and beautiful lips, you fought the urge to place a peck on his lips. Did you sleep with a literal angel???

"it's not polite to stare at someone when they're sleeping."

You let out a shriek in surprise as you jumped up slightly. "S-sorry!!"

The stranger chuckled in response and shook his head before pulling you back to lay on the bed, snuggling further into you in the process. "let's go back to sleep, sweetheart, it's still early." he groggily whispered as he closed his eyes and breathed into your neck.

early... early... wait. what time was it again?? your eyes scanned around the room and you were glad you found a digital clock on the wall. the clock read 9:45 A.M. you had an appointment on 10 A.M.

"I'm sorry but I must leave."

You pulled away from his warmth and scrambled out of bed, you didn't realize you were naked until you were out of the bed. butt naked.

"how about morning sex first, love?" he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, enjoying your embarrassment a little way too much.

You felt your cheeks burn up at his comments as you rushed down to get your dress from the floor and quickly slipped it on.

"fuck off."

The angel-faced demon cackled loudly as he threw his head back, looking at your little body hurrying around.

"don't leave, y/n~" he whined playfully as he watched all the color drain from your face for a split second. you don't remember telling him your name... but you quickly shrugged it off, you probably blurted it out when you were drunk... but you always remembered everything even if you were drunk.

"I'm leaving."

Jungkook slowly sat up on the bed, his broad chest and tattoo sleeve on full display, before throwing his feet off the bed, his face was obscured from your vision since his back was facing you. But you couldn't care less, you were too busy looking for your damned underwear. where the fuck did i throw it?

"who said you could leave though..." his tone was eerily calm, not even a hint of humour evident in his tone. you paused in your tracks as you glanced up at him for a second. okay, now this was kind of getting weird, you had to get out of here quick.

"wha- actually, nevermind, it's getting late. If you find my u-underwear for me that would be great! I'll come back after it tomorrow" you managed to stutter out, your mind was panicking and you were dying to just get out of the tense atmosphere. You slipped on your heels and walked out of the room, into the hallway and made your way towards the entrance door. You tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. you let out a desperate whimper as you started rattling the handle, this couldn't be happening to you right now

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuc-

you sensed footsteps coming up behind you causing your movements to become more frantic. a cry of despair left your lips as jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pinned you to the door.

"shhhh, love, quiet now" his tone was soft and you hadn't even realized that there were fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you weakly looked up at him. his voice might've been sympathetic but his eyes screamed otherwise, he seemed to be enjoying this. oh how pretty you looked with those tears, he felt his boxers tightening a bit as he felt blood rush to his member.

sadistic asshole.

"let me go... let me out, please." you sobbed against his chest as you felt his lips meet the top of your head.

"I can't, love... not after waiting for all those months to get you here."

you froze as your eyes widened in horror, you felt your soul leave your body for a second as you registered what he just said. how could he say that like it was no big deal, as if he isn't driving you insane.

"now come on, I'll make us some pancakes, okay? oh by the way, my name is jungkook!" he gripped your chin gently and made you look up at him, you were still in shock and he cooed at your fear struck expression, a wide grin gracing his lips, that bunny smile would've made your heart skip a beat if it weren't for the fact that he just fucking locked you up in his house. He leaned in to place a small kiss on your lips but before any of you could even blink, your palm had struck him across the face, your hand beginning to sting from the impact, and his head tilted to the side.

you gasped in horror at what you had done. you screwed up big time. his hand was harshly gripping your jaw in one hand as he yanked your face closer to his, his other hand snaking through your hair and gripping it tightly. more sobs tore themselves from your lips as you tried to struggle against his hold, but it was no use, he had an iron grip on you.

"no one has taught you any manners, have they, slut?" he seethed before dragging you towards the bedroom by your hair. you lost your footing and you were practically being dragged on the floor. you screamed and thrashed around in his punishing hold.

" I was going to be nice since its only your first day, but whores like you need to be taught some respect." he growled before throwing you across the bed, you tried to get up but he slapped you across the face hard enough for you to fall back on the bed.

"FUCKING LET ME GO!" You screamed at him as you cried.

That was the final straw for him.

He straddled you and one of his hands wrapped around your neck, chocking you harshly, while he rummaged through one of the drawers next to the bed with his free hand until he pulled out what he was looking for, a pair of handcuffs. he quickly cuffed you to the bedpost before placing a harsh kiss on your lips.

"I think I should take away your speaking privileges until you learn how to speak properly, you're mine now, love, better get used to it." he panted out as he pulled out your lost underwear from the drawer as well, before stuffing it in your mouth. you thrashed around as much as you could in protest but you were slowly becoming tired of struggling so much, and he could see it as clear as day. you felt another bruising slap across your face, rendering you motionless underneath him.

"please understand that, this is what's best for you, you must learn to behave, okay sweetheart?" he softly whispered in your ear before pecking your forehead. you didn't have it within you to struggle so you just stopped. silent tears escaping your eyes as you began closing them. your chest heaved as muffled sobs racked through your mouth.

"now take a short nap, while I make us both some pancakes!" his face returned to the same angelic smile from this morning and you wondered how someone who seemed so innocent be capable of such monstrous actions. and once you heard the lock of the bedroom door clicking, you allowed yourself to drown in the darkness behind your lids, and let yourself fall into a deep slumber.

a/n: hi again- this is unedited and it was a bit rushed but I hope you liked it. this came out darker than I expected and it lowkey made me scared as well lmao but I guess yandere is kind of a horror genre too 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated….i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you.

“What exactly were you doing…with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline.

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank….we fucked”

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right…we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes.

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner.

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it.

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi”

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party…hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself.

“No…I didn’t see him there but…I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop.

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset…” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no–no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung”

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you.

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?”

“Yes, how do you kno–” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks.

“Yes but..no…no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said…you…”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t…he…”

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity.

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty.

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood.

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

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death valley (m) | part 8

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D–

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with…y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

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