#sweet serial killer

[sugarstrawberryshortcake]

[menace-bitch]

me when everyone’s laughing:

me when no one’s laughing:

[rosequartzbambi]

i can fix him

[explicit-tae]

Sweet Serial Killer

Masterlist | Part 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (italics = past events)

Genre: smut, Serial Killer! Jungkook x Reader, yandere themes

Warning: mentions of death/suicide, dark themes, mentions of rape/sexual assault, blood, oral (m receiving), facial, voyeurism,

Word Count: 5,604

Description: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison.

Your hands are doodling along the scrap piece of paper, your mind not on the professor in the front of the class. You can hear the students around you murmuring, but your mind doesn't process what they're saying. Not even when there's gasp entering the room and then sudden silence. You're shading the doodle of a cat when you hear the professor say your name from the front of the large class room. Your eyes glance up to see your professor, a puzzled look on her face. Her glasses hang dangerously low on her nose. Besides her you can see two officers, their eyes trailing your way.

"Y/N Y/L." one officer says as he climbs the stairs to get to your seat. You drop your pen from your hands, swallowing. "You're under arrest for the conspiracy of being associated with the serial killer Yeonma."

Gasps fill the room, as well as hushed murmurs and whimpers. The police officer is standing beside you, the cuffs out and ready to cuff you. You don't bother fighting - all the fight left in you long gone. You stand, your hands stiff. The officer cuffs you. You can feel the students watching you as you are escorted out of the classroom. A few students littering the halls stop to stare at you being escorted out.

You sit in the back of the police cruiser, your eyes watching the surroundings pass by like blurs as the police drove past. You swallow, your throat feeling dry. Your life in the last few months went down hill - starting with the sudden death of your sister by suicide. You pondered if she was in a better place - outside of this horrid world that did nothing but tear her down while she was alive. Was death easier for her? Surely life was too hard to handle with a judicial system who caters to wealthy men.

You lean back into the leather seat of the police cruiser. Your mind wanders to the past events, starting with the trial you were forced to endure to find the justice your sister never received.

"I'm not sure if I can keep facing him." your sister murmurs, a shake of her head. She has her arms wrapped closely around her, visibly trembling as she stands outside the court room. You're seated behind her, patting her shoulder soothingly. 

"You need to." you try to assure. "So he doesn't do this to anyone else."

The trial your sister endured was a long one stretching out for months now. She abandoned her studies at University, her dreams of being a veterinarian dropped. She instead worked at a resturant as a waiter to help with the bills you and her created around the home. 

You didn't enjoy seeing your sister like this. She was a shell of her former self - not smiling like she once did. And when the one chance you did see her smile, the sparkle in her eyes was never seen again. She rarely left the house unless it was for work - only working the morning and lunch shifts. The once social butterly you had of a sister was now a recluse and frightened victim. 

Soon the court room is filled. You sit besides your sister, your eyes trailing to the man in the expensive suit seated with his lawyer. He sat back coolly, not a care in the world. It made your fists clench, but you weren't going to act outside of character here. Your sister needed you. 

You sat with your sister, holding her hand as the lawyers went back and forth between the case. His lawyer tried anything to make him appear innocent - claiming that your sister must've been a fan of the popular boy. "Why else would she allow herself to become intoxicated?" he questions. "You mean to tell me she willingly went to his bedroom?"

You could feel your sister breathing heavily. You squeeze her hand, your eyes glancing at her. You can see the tears threatening to fall. You turn towards the judge who was about to make the final decision. You take a deep breath, feeling your sister squeeze your hand in her own.

"We found the defendant..." your eyes watch the jury read off of the card. "Not guilty. Due to lack of evidence."

Your eyes widen. You hear the cheer from your left, the group of friends that accompany him all stood to clap their hands. You witness a few woman on his side, all smiling ear to ear at the man who raped your sister. The accuser, Chung Ji-Ho stands and bows to the judge, his eyes glancing your way. You see the tiny smirk form onto his lips. 

You stand, fists clenched. You stalk his way, ignoring the calls from your sister. You land a slick punch to his face, the gasps erupting from around the room was evident that you were now seen as the abuser. "Fuck you!" you hiss at him, feeling your arms being restrained. "You're nothing but a rapist!"

You were escorted out. The Chung family were going to press charges against you - but Ji-Ho had assured that it wasn't a need. Your anger peaked when you saw him the following week at school. It was as if nothing changed - girls flocked around him as if they weren't bound to fall victim to his attacks. Boys were forever envious, and hung on his every word. You couldn't understand the reasoning of everyone turning an eye to his behavior.

Of course, the Chung's came from money. The college wasn't going to risk their reputation going down hill with a trial - news never reached outside the college walls of your sisters accusations. The trial was never publicized and the only one who suffers was your sister. 

You didn't have many friends from university - and now you were never going to. It didn't bother you much. You didn't go anywhere expecting to have friends in general. You were deemed unapproachable - especially after what has happened to your sister. You didn't have time to entertain anyone.

You hear a few snickers as you enter the large classroom. Your eyes flicker to the noise and soon your eyes are narrowing. Not far from your seat is Chung Jae-Ho - older brother of Ji-Ho. He's returning the glare you're sending him, but the cocky smirk on his lips tells you that he's going to be a problem in your life.

"Y/N."

Your head snaps to the left at the voice. The seat besides you was never taken. It was petty, of course, but it was appreciated. You had a place for your bag afterall. 

Jungkook glances at the seat where your bag sits. You take the hint and move it, allowing the man you rarely speak to sit down. "How are you?" he murmurs.

"Do you care?" you respond, the question comes out rudely. You mentally swear at yourself. "I'm sorry." you whisper back. Jungkook was never rude to you - he was the only one at the University who remained speaking with you after the incident with your sister. 

"No need." Jungkook gives you a small smile. "I know things are rough for you. And I want you to know that I'm always here for you."

Your mind is telling you that it was a lie - a ploy to get what he wanted for himself. But Jungkook's eyes told you a different story. As you look at him, there's a glint in his eyes that makes your heart leap to believe him. Jungkook never gave you a reason to be doubtful of his words. He was kind to you. He spoke to you freely, rarely steering the conversation to the uncomfortable topic.

"Thank you." you mumble out a response. 

"I would stay away from this one, Jungkook."

Jungkook's eyes lift to Jae-Ho. He's looking your way, a disgusted look on his face. 

"Flirt a little too much you might end up getting accused of rape." Jae-Ho snickers, as does a few of his friends. 

Jungkook isn't a fool to see you're blinking. The tapping of your fingers against your knee tells him you were uncomfortable, trying your best to remain quiet and not let your emotions get the best of you. 

You aren't expecting Jungkook to respond, so when he does you're surprised. 

"If your father raised your brother to know the difference between consent and simple flirting then maybe he wouldn't be in a situation like that." Jungkook responds, his eyes narrowing at Jae-Ho. "One day, he'll meet his match."

You sit in the interrogation room, your foot tapping against the floor. You don't know how long you've been here. What you do know is that the officers don't believe a thing you have to say. You're being accused of being Yeonma - a vigilante around the nation. You laugh at the thought - but if you were them you would also think the same.

Yeonma made their presence known almost a year ago. The string of murders they committed - all criminals - was enough to shake the nation. Those were scared to commit a crime that could end them dead by the mysterious vigilante. However, since his (or her) presence, the amount of theft died down. The random acts of violence against citizens by those in law enforcement came to a halt - and though the sexual assault cases were minumum, you haven't heard of one since your sister.

"I'm a Yeonma supporter." you shrug at the police officer. "Does that make me a criminal?"

Whoever Yeonma was, they did have your full support. They did what the judicial system had not - serve justice to those who deserve it. The amount of criminals who were found not guilty just because of the wealth they attained was beyond you.

The interrogator stares deeply at you, but you don't budge. You lean back into your chair, fingers tapping against the wooden table. You had no respect for anyone in law enforcement - they've done nothing but dig a grave for your sister. They weren't the ones who had to see the tears stream down your sisters face when her rapist was found not guilty. They weren't there the many nights you sprinted to her room at her screams, the night terrors harrassing her.

Nor were they there to identify the body of your sister - an act they determined to be a suicide. They were present for your questioning, however, to ask where you were at when your sister's body was recovered. However, they made themself scarce when the mortician tells you that your sister was pregnant by the rapist who law enforcement allowed to walk free.

"You're free to go." was what you heard after 6 hours of being holed up into interrogation. You scoff before leaving.

You don't go home. The sky is dark and the surroundings are quiet. There's a cold breeze that makes your cheeks go numb. You cross your arms as you wait in the shadows for the person you're waiting for. Your heart is thumping outside your chest and your mind races with the possibilites of what you're about to do.

You're unsure how long you were waiting before you see the man walk out of the building. He makes his way towards the alley way you hid in, eyes on his phone. He's walking towards his car, his day being done for the night. You clench the knife in your hands, trembling with anticipation.

You attack without much thought, bringing the knife deep into is neck. You twist it and remove the knife, the blood squirting out rapidly. The man coughs, a gush of blood spitting from his mouth. You stab him again and again - unsure of the total amount. But you do know that when you're done, he's left in a puddle of blood. Your gloved hands places the note between the man's fingers before you walk away from the dark alley way.

You recalled the amount of vomit that released itself from your throat when the mortician pulled back the white sheet to reveal your sister. Her skin was a pale grey color, all the life sucked from her skin. You couldn't hold back the tears that day, knowing that the mortician was left in an uncomfortable position. You don't return to the University for the week in preparation for your sister's funeral. It was costly, and the part-time job you had could barely cover anything besides cremation.

The University was notified of your sister's sudden death, yet you don't expect much from them. None of your teachers give their condolences to you, nor do any of the students. There was one person, of course, that was Jungkook. He had arrived at your apartment with flowers, sporting a long sleeve black shirt. What catches your eye is the gold band around his wrist - it appeared expensive. But you don't dwell on that because it was what's in his hands that intrigue you. It was a large arrangement of white roses that makes you cry all over again at his kindness. It was rare for you in the presence of another person, a man at that, but Jungkook's little act of kidness - even if it was just sending you roses - was rare. 

Jungkook stays that night in your apartment. Most of the time he hears you crying, but he doesn't speak. He gently rubs your back, not going farther than the upper to not make you any more uncomfortable. The silence is pleasant to you. Knowing that you had someone there for you in a world of such terribly cold people was enough. Your eyes soon find themselves falling until you're asleep - the first time you were able to in such a long period of time. Jungkook allows you to snuggle into him unknowingly. He's glad you're able to rest after the tea he's given you - he laced it with chloral for you to get a fulls night rest.

Once Jungkook knows you're in a deep sleep, he lifts you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom. He tucks you into your bed, his eyes lingering on you. You were peaceful when sleeping. He notes your cheeks are puffy, red and tear stained and it makes the blood inside him boil. His thumb rests upon your cheek lightly, giving a feathery rub before he turns away from you. 

You wake the next morning feeling like you've been out for months instead of hours. Your legs can barely register to walk when you stumble out of your room and into the bathroom. You sit in front of the mirror for about ten minutes, throat dry and head pounding. You don't remember going to sleep or going to bed in general. Your mind tries to replay the events of the night prior, but everything is hazy after Jungkook comes with the arrangment of roses. 

Within the next hour, you've managed to shower and freshen up. You hear a buzzing noise coming from the sitting room. You've left your phone on the coffee table. It buzzes non-stop, an array of notifications coming through. You hum and unlock your phone, your eyes reading the notifications from various news outlets. Your heart skips a beat as you open one - a video sounds. 

"Late last night the body of Chung Ji-Ho was found. The man was brutually murdered and stabbed over 100 times." you release a gasp, your hand slapping against your mouth. "Law Enforecemnt believes it is the work of mysterious vigilante, Yeomna. A series of murders spancing the last years has occured, all by the same vigilante claiming to cleanse the nation of evil. It has left everyone baffled in fear of who could be next."

You drop your phone in your lap, breathing going heavy. The reporter's voice died down within the background of your mind.

Ji-Ho was dead.

Chung Ji-Ho, the man who raped your sister and got away with it was dead. He was murdered by Yeomna - the same mysterious vigilante who had murdered a dozen other criminals who were sent free. Of course, it could've been a coincidence. But, who else would kill such a high profile man? The Chung family came from wealth and only someone such as Yeomna could get close enough in doing so. 

You release a laugh. Then another. Now you're laughing with glee and joy at the news of Ji-Ho's death. The old you would never laugh at one's death, yet this wasn't one of those cases. Ji-Ho had ruined your life. Your sister was dead because of him - and now so was he.

Jungkook returns that night, bringing you the assignments from University. He orders a pizza for the two of you. He notices your change in demeanor. You're more talkative. You smile more, and it's as if you're glowing. He's content in seeing you smile and laugh with him, even when your life was growing difficult by the day. 

"Have you heard of Ji-Ho?" you asked him hours later. The pizza was long gone and the movie you put on had finished. Jungkook sits next to you, your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook shifts. "Yeah." he murmurs. "Sad. Everyone's saying it was..."

"Yeomna." you speak, finishing his words. Many people didn't like to say the name, in fear of conjuring the vigilante. You weren't one of those people. 

Jungkook licks his lips. "What do you think of it?" he ponders when you don't speak again. 

"Of Yeomna?" you ask him, your head tilting to look up at him. 

Jungkook nods. 

You hum again. You lift yourself from his shoulders and look into his eyes. "I think I love them."

Jungkook is taken aback. He tilts his head to the side at your response. 

You giggle to yourself slowly, cheeks flushing. "I mean in the same way you may love a musician." you explain. "Yeomna is the only person who does what needs to be done."

Jungkook's eyes scan your face for any hint of deception. He finds now, and now he's intrigued. "You don't think what he's doing is going against everything good?"

"Killing criminals is good." you deadpan. "Getting people like Ji-Ho off the streets makes Yeomna like...a God."

Jungkook's eyes are glinting again, you note. You aren't sure why, but you don't dwell on it. You hoped you didn't sound like a crazy fanatic to him - he was becoming the only friend you had in your life. Your sister gone and having no parents to fall back upon was enough to make anyone go mad. 

When Jungkook smiles at you and shakes his head, you glance away. "You're different from most, Y/N."

You've never killed someone before. No one says anything about the act of killing a person - and the aftermath afterwards. The sleepless nights and constant paranoia. The look over your shoulder every few seconds to see if the person is right behind you. The night terrors where you see the life you took be sucked from them right before your eyes.

But you told yourself you did this for a reason. You weren't yourself any longer - you were now a shell of what you once were. You had no one except Jungkook, and even he wouldn't be able to look at what you've become now. Your interest with Yeonma had only peaked; becoming an adoration and now an obsession. You didn't tell anyone - not even Jungkook - of your ways.

You recall when you heard of the dark web. It was mumblings of Yeonma being on there and murdering the people live. You weren't sure if it was true or not - but that didn't mean you couldn't check. You paid enough - too much - to make sure you wouldn't be tracked as you ventured onto the dark web. It took weeks, but you made it. And what you found was true.

You came across the masked figure of Yeonma - he wore an all white venetian mask and each video and live you were a part of, his clothing remained the same. An all black tight fitted shirt with the same dark pants. You could see the wavy dark hair he had. His voice when he spoke was what entranced you - it was deep and smooth, yet you questioned if it was truly his own. What you came to notice was the tattoos that inked his skin, nothing standing out as of yet.

You watched the disturbing videos of Yeomna torturing and soon killing the criminals - all men of various brings you great joy and satisfaction - as ominus as it may sound. However, all of these men were criminals and you refused to feel sympathy for them. What catches your eyes is an old video - the live stream of the same night Ji-Ho died. You don't feel anything when you see the man tied and screaming for his life. It brings nothing but joy. What catches your eyes is the gold band around Yeomna's wrist that you swore you've seen before.

Within the next week, the news of the fallen police officer catches everyone in a frenzy. The reporters had insight of the letter left behind - and they knew that whoever killed the officer was not Yeomna, but a supporter of his. You left behind the note - a coded note that surely only someone calculated would understand. It was shown across news stations, but yet and still - no one could deciper it.

You were patient when it came to Yeomna. You had no reason to kill anyone else unless it was to send out another letter for him. This was the only way you'd get in contact with Yeomna - to thank him personally for avenging your sister's death. Maybe the idea was ludicris and could get you in serious shit - but you had no care in the world. It's a plan you've come up with after witnessing the man kill the amount of criminals in the act of justice.

When weeks pass and there's no sign of Yeomna, you grow restless. You're pondering if you have to get rid of another officer, but decide that it would be useless to send out another letter when you know he's seen the first. The streets are now more strict - a curfew is set for 9 pm every night and everyone caught out without a written permission is issued a fine.

You decided that your chance now would be to search now for any updates via the dark web. To your surprise - he was alive. You saw nothing but the man walking through a wooden area, the outside area dark. He didn't show his masked face like he usually did but instead showed himself walking, his feet tapping against the ground.

You hear a loud bang on your front door. Your eye brows furrow as the banging got intense. You make your way from your room, poking your head out to see just who in the hell it could be.

"Open the door, Y/N!" the banging gets louder.

You gulp at the voice. It was Jae-ho.

"What do you want?" you call from the other side of the door.

"Open the door." Jae-Ho demands. "I know you're the one who killed my brother."

He sounds hurt, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"I know it had to be you. Ji-Ho was innocent!" Jae-Ho was screaming now. Surely your neighbnors would be concerned for a screaming man past cerfew.

You opened the door slightly to look Jae-Ho in the eye. He appeared tipsy, eyes blood shot and red. "Your brother was nothing but a rapist that got what he deserved." you spat at him, and before you can force your door closed he kicks it in.

You fall on the ground roughly, scraping your elbow against the carpet. You yelp, glaring up at him. Jae-Ho hovers above you and you send a kick his way when he comes too close. "Get the hell out!" you hiss at him, hands clenching into fists.

Before Jae-Ho can respond, he feels a sharp pain erupt through his temple. He's thrown to his knee's and behind him he hears the door slam shut.

You release a sudden shout at the blood pooling out of Jae-Ho's head. You're then stunned when the masked intruder takes the same knife to slice a deep cut along Jae-Hae's throat. The blood squirts out, splashing in your face menacingly. You release a few gags and gasps, trying to wipe the blood from your face. Your eyes flutter to the familiar masked man. The white venetian mask staring down at you. You inch away, heart thumbing. You notice he's holding a camera in his hands - probably the same camera he is live streaming with now.

You're quiet when he drops the camera by your feet. You are unsure of what to say. Jae-Ho is bleeding all over your foyer as we speak and you're in the presence of a serial killer.

"Thank you." you murmur, unsure what you were thanking him for.

The masked man saunters to you, His glove hand wraps around your throat, but he doesn't squeeze it. You're ultimately frozen before him, far too stunned to move a muscle. Your eyes trail down to his feet, the large combact boots he wore were as familiar as the gold braclet he wore.

"Jungkook." you say his name. The man squeezes your neck at the sound of it, but it doesn't startle you. "Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

You watch as Jungkook takes his hand from your neck to lift the mask. His eyes stares into you, examining your reaction before he speaks. "And tell you what?" he murmurs.

You lick your lips. There was something about Jungkook that changed - maybe the lip ring he recently added not long ago. But now you seen him in a new light.

"You listened to me say how much I loved you for killing Ji-Ho." you advert your eyes away from him. You were growing embarrassed. "And you never told me you were..."

"Yeomna." Jungkook tilts his head. He brings the knife to your neck. He wasn't going to hurt you - he never would. But he desired to see your reaction to the new found information. When you don't look the least bit worried, he snickers. "Maybe I enjoyed listening to you go on and on about how much you adored what I do." Jungkook trails the blood stained knife along your collarbone. "You were devoted to me without realizing it was me."

You hum a response.

"It's quite funny if you think about it, Y/N." Jungkook peeks into your eyes. "You killed to get my attention. But you've already had it this entire time."

Jungkook drops the knife besides you and again wraps his hands around your throat. He's rougher now. He engulfs you in a kiss, not caring your face was nearly covered in blood.

Jungkook moans when he disconnects your lips. "You're so devoted to me, aren't you?"

You nod your head as if in a trance.

"Tell me. You have my attention now. What did you want from me, Y/N?"

"I wanted to thank you." you murmur against him. "For killing Ji-Ho."

Jungkook hums. "And you aren't scared of me?" he ponders. You shake your heart frantically. "I see. What makes you think I wouldn't kill you?"

"You would've already." was the response that makes Jungkook smile at you. Because you were correct.

Jungkook knows he chose the right person to be his - and he found that in you. The amount of times he had to sit through you speaking of Yeomna without knowing it was him was priceless. You were a fanatic, completely obsessed. You were biting your tongue around him to not sound utterly entrance with him.

"I want you to get up." Jungkook demands, leaning up as you stand to your feet. "And take off your clothes."

You do as you're told. Jungkook being Yeomna - though you had your suspicion for a bit - made you want to do nothing but obey him. In your eyes, he was a deity. You've grown obsessed with the idea of Yeomna that him being Jungkook - someone who's grown to be your best friend over time - was something you were grateful for. One you stand fully nude for him, Jungkook smirks at you.

"Get on your knees." you once again follow the order. Your eyes watch as he undoes his pants and pushes them down. You don't wait for him to tell you. As soon as you see his cock spring out, your tongue is rolling against the tip of it. You moan, eyes fluttering close. The sudden need to please him is great. You suck and pump his cocks, his moans and grunts feeding you the satisfaction you needed in knowing you were pleasing him.

Jungkook's eyes turns towards the camera on the floor. The show you were putting on for his viewers - the same viewers who were as sick and twisted as you - was amazing. Tangling his hand into your hair, he thrusts deep into your throat. You gag, but refuse to allow him to stop. You were in bliss, tears streaming down your cheeks and all. His moans were enough enjoyment for you.

Jungkook watches the way you take him so heavenly, the saliva dripping down your chin to the tears rolling down your face. The blood had since dried, but you never appeared so beautiful - and demented - for him. He was glad he would have this moment saved forever with the camera rolling.

Jungkook removes himself from your lips and sends a slap upon your face. "Get up." he hisses, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to stand. He kisses your lips before forcing you down to the ground once more. He's behind you, hand tangled into your hair. "Look at the camera. Wave to all of our fans."

You're so caught in your trance that it is Jungkook that you don't find this new information alarming. Neither of you are wearing a mask, and surely you'd be caught dead if this got to the wrong hands - especially the police. The blood on your face and the dead body in the background was enough to be jailed.

You wave to the camera. Jungkook chuckles darkly. He positions himself at your hole. "I'm going to show everyone how I fuck whores like you." he spats, thrusting deep inside of you.

You gasp, clenching around him. He gave you no time to prepare for him - but you didn't need it. You were already wet enough for him.

Jungkook yanks your head back as he fucks you. His eyes are filled with lust, as are yours. Your breast are bouncing in the camera as he fucks you - he can't wait to go back and rewatch it.

"This isn't just any common whore." Jungkook speaks, his abdomen buckling into you at such an amazing speed. "She's my whore that belongs to me. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You nod your head, stomach churning.

"I said," Jungkook increases the pace. He slams your head down to the floor close to the camera. "aren't you my whore? Don't be shy now, baby. Tell them."

"I am!" you huff, eyes clenched shut. You've never been fucked this good. Jungkook was animalistic. Your infuriation with the man doesn't help. "I'm your whore."

Jungkook chuckles. You feel his hand remove itself from your hair and soon he slaps you roughly across the face. It does nothing but you cum. You're leaking onto the floor now, much to Jungkook's surprise (and enjoyment). "Whore's like her love to be fucked." he hisses, his own high coming. He could fuck you all night if you'd let him - and you would.

You're unable to speak and could only release hushed whimpers. Jungkook was overstimulating you and before you know it, you're cumming all over again. It hits you intensely. So bad that your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is agape.

Jungkook removes himself from you. He shoves you back and turns you around. He cums on your face, rubbing it in fully so you (and the viewers) know just who you belong to.

You fall to the ground in exhaustion. You could feel how wet you still are from the juices dripping down your leg. You don't care, however.

Jungkook grabs his camera and shuts it off. He turns towards you and clicks his tongue. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." he marvels at the sight of you. He wraps both arms around you and lifts you up. He makes his way to your room and places you onto the bed. He manages to clean your face a bit before tucking you beneath the covers.

"Where are you going?" you mumble out a response as your eyes adjust.

"I have to get rid of Jae-Ho's body." Jungkook says.

"Can't you do that later?"

Jungkook sighs. He may be a serial killer (he prefers the term vigilante) but he was still a man with a heart. He couldn't leave you, not when you appeared so needy for him. "I suppose I can do it later." he says, removing the combact boots and coming beneath the covers with you.

Part 2 (Lethal Lovers)

[ilvyally]

got your bible.. and your gunn.. ୧ ⋆˚｡

[bella-but-not-hadid444]

i could fix him but whatever is wrong with him is way funnier

[ldrfanatic]

Sweet Serial Killer Final Part

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS THE FINAL PART TO SWEET SERIAL KILLER. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST FIVE PARTS, I STRONGLY RECCOMMEND THAT YOU DO.

NATIONAL ANTHEM

WARNINGS - YALL THIS IS THE FINAL PART AND IS INTENDED TO BE A SORT OF DOCUMENTARY LIKE REFLECTION OF THE READER AND JASON THAT WAS RELEASED AFTER THEY WERE PUT TO DEATH IN PRISON; DEATH PENTALTY MENTION; GORE; BLOOD; ATTEMPTED RAPE; KIDNAPPING

A/N - DO REMEMBER THAT WHILST THIS IS JASON TODD, HIS MIND IS SICK AND TWISTED. HIS OBSESSION IS ACTUALLY QUITE A TOXIC SITUATION, BE WARY

NAVIGATION

"This is a documentary following the reign of terror brought about by notorious Serial Killer Jason Todd, and his indoctrinated yet loyal lover, Y/n L/n. Warning, this film contains mature themes that young viewers may find disturbing."

An image of you staring out of the barred window of your cell flashes onto the screen. You're muttering a small phrase to yourself that's inaudible to the viewers. The fingers on your right hand are clutched tightly around a handwritten letter and your leg bounces impatiently.

The screen then flashes to Jason, who sits in a cell identical to yours. He's twirling a pencil between his fingers and reading To Kill A Mockingbird with a gentle smirk on his face. A pair of guards approach the cell with handcuffs and Jason leaves the book open on the cot with an singular underlined line.

"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."

The handsome face of Bruce Wayne appears with the interviewer sitting off screen and attempting to gauge how Gotham's resident billionaire was feeling about what his adopted son and girlfriend had done.

"So, what can you tell us about Jason growing up?"

The screen flickers to a stoic Dick Grayson.

"Growing up, Jason was... intense. He'd always been just a little bit much y'know?"

When it flashes to Tim, he's sitting at his desk in Wayne Enterprises and doesn't even glance up at the camera.

"I don't know. Jason was a normal kid as far as I could tell. We really weren't that close."

Tim doesn't appear for the remainder of the documentary. It was clear that he was hiding something behind his light blue irises, but in any case, the film crew couldn't get time on his schedule to ask him any more questions.

"I adopted Jason when he was 12. I'd hoped to be able to love the darkness out of him. When he was kidnapped and pronounced dead, something shifted in him and he just wasn't really the same anymore. I guess that's where all of this started with him."

The voice of the FBI Agent who arrested the two of you appears over a fuzzy video of you and Jason waltzing through a hotel lobby. The dress you were wearing looked like it cost an arm and a leg even though the flickering static of the footage. There wasn't any sound but it was clear that you had your head thrown back in a laugh.

"The love story between Todd and L/n was incredibly unusual. You had this sweet, girl-next-door beauty who suddenly found herself the object of a damaged, yet devastatingly handsome man's affections."

Pictures filled the screen of police reports and evidence from way back when in the case. The bloody crime scenes, the hearts he'd mailed to you, the image of the street worker who's chest had been carved beyond belief.

"It's only predictable that, especially after the kidnapping, that this woman might find herself with one of the strongest cases of Stockholm Syndrome that the Bureau's ever seen."

Suddenly, Jason's face was shown. He was sitting behind a layer of plexiglass and guards were posted in every corner of the room.

"Jason, we've spoken to a few of your family members, but what was your relationship with Y/n like?"

Jason smiled boastfully and sat up a little straighter in his seat at the mention of your name.

"Y/n and I are so in love and she's the best wife I could have ever asked for. There's nothing more freeing than finding yourself in an unexpected romance. Nothing could ever come between us. Y/n, if you're watching this beautiful, I dream of you every night and I promise that when they finally kill me, I'll find you again. I will always be closer to you than your breath."

"After L/n's first kill, she and Todd left Star City, where she'd been at the time. A conversation with her previous employer and friend Roy Harper suggested that even those deepest in L/n and Todd's personal life had no idea what was going on behind closed doors. Todd and L/n are considered two of the deadliest people to have ever lived. The combined efforts of the pair's sex appeal and ingenuity made them the most elusive of criminals."

An image of you smelling a rose was next to take over the screen.

"So, Y/n, what was your relationship with Jason like?"

You chuckled gently and brushed a piece of hair from your face.

"Being with Jason was being as free as a mockingbird. A lot of people think that there was some sort of Stockholm Syndrome involved but, at least on my end there wasn't any. I pledged allegiance to him and after that, everything was easy."

"What was easy?"

"It's a love story of a new age on the six page. We were on a quick rampage. All of it. I mean the wining and dining, drinking and driving afterwards, excessive buying. Overdosing on drugs, love, dreams, and our anger. Somewhere the lines got blurred I'm sure and sometimes it was a little lonely, but I needed someone to hold me and he did it so well in his expensive hotels."

"You mentioned earlier, if you don't feel like it was Stockholm Syndrome, then what was it?"

"It was love."

The documentary cuts to a video of you and Jason at dinner. You were staring at each other across the table. He held your hands in the center of the table and it was clear that the two of you were in your own little world in the restaurant. Your voice appeared over the video as you talked about your first impressions of Jason.

"And I remember when I met him. It was so clear that he was the only one for me, and we both knew right away. As the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. At first I begged him to leave me alone, to try to remember the friendship we had in the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew him. When he walked in the room, every woman's head turned and everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix, of a man who couldn't contain himself."

Your head tilted slightly and you paused.

"I always got the sense that he became, torn, between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I, understood him. And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him."

"The relationship of Jason Todd and Y/n L/n was unique. She brought out the best in him in the worst way. Jason Todd was executed on Death Row on April 27th. Y/n was executed a short week afterwards thereby ending the couple's reign of terror."

"I love him."

[sweeet-like-sugarr-venom]

So I murder love in the night

Watching them fall one by one, they fight

Did you think you'll love me too?

[iloveubutudontunderstandme]

[lizzygrant-xo]

[sugarstrawberryshortcake]

summer

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Alternative posters for Devil in the Flesh (1998)

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welcome to my blog - my name's quae. this is my main blog. trivia-yandere is my yandere blog. my ao3 is explicit_tae warning: majority - if not all -of my writings will be considered nsfw and suitable for those 18+. they will (sometimes) contain graphic smut scenes, yandere/dark moments, etc. please do not translate, repost or use any of my writing without permission.

Ungodly Hour - Alternate Universe - Mommy Issues - Halloween - Valentine's Day - Cruel Intentions - Trivia-Yandere

Plaything: Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. You’ve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. You’ve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P

The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P

Insatiable Part 1: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed

Insatiable Part 2: One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed

Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed

Public Enemy (Part 6/7): You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed

Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job, she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed

Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sister's boyfriend. completed

Carnal Desire: The last person you expected to see was an ‘old friend’ from nearly a decade ago, but you’re determined to show the man that you’re no longer the little girl he use to know. One | Two | Three

Public Enemy (Part 5/7): You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed

Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed

Moral Dilemma: Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed

Love You (Just A Little Too Much): You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. completed

Public Enemy (Part 3/7): Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed

Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed

One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed

Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed

Public Enemy (Part 4/7): You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed

Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed

V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed

Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkook’s relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed

Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him.

Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed

Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed

Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed

Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P

One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two

Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed

Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else. completed

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do not play lana del rey’s unreleased near me. i will take my top off