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oppacifyme · 4 months

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teeth. ☆ j.jk

⋆ TAGS — ghostface!jk, breaking in, TW: non-con to dub-con (oc does NOT consent verbally even if she does participate hence the dub-con), brief knife play, cunnilingus, degradation, misogyny(?), objectification, blow jobs, brief face/skull fucking, fuckin in the woods, unprotected sex, nasty talk by jk, possessive!jk, hints of kidnapping/captivity, fear play, facial, jk is lowkey yandere, iconic what’s your favorite scary movie scene but my style, DEAD DOVE, slight praises, ass n coochie worship cause jk is a ass man certified LMAO, cheerleader!oc, college setting

⋆ WORD COUNT — 4.2k

⋆ now playing: teeth - 5sos ⋆

“Color me your color, baby, color me your car, color me your color, darling, I know who you are,”

The music blared loudly, you hummed under your breath while lining over your lips with a dark lip pencil. The hour was getting closer and you realized you had to speed things up if you wanted to meet with your friends on time (you had been stuck in your cheer uniform ALL DAY). You moved around your room quickly while tossing articles of clothing onto your bed, no outfit in particular on your mind.

You uncapped the red lipstick and ran it over your lips slowly, filling in the blank spaces and blending the two colors to perfection. You decided a white long sleeve tucked into your mini jean skirt would serve as a perfect combo. If you were lucky, maybe that cute college senior Kim Seokjin would give you his jacket to wear. The idea has you smiling like a dummy.

Before you can slip out of your skirt the phone downstairs begins ringing loudly. You could have very well ignored it but you don’t feel like listening to your parents nag at you for not picking up the phone if it happens to be them. “Ugh, seriously.” You mutter and quickly run downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hello?” You softly sigh while twirling a piece of your hair around your finger.

“Hello,” some guy’s deep voice greets you, he says nothing else and you tilt your head in confusion muttering a soft ‘yes?’. “Who is this?”

Immediately you frown in confusion and balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Who are you trying to reach?” You pop a piece of chicken from your mom’s leftover casserole into your mouth.

“What number is this?”

“Uhh..what number are you trying to reach?”

“I don’t know.”

You hold back a deep sigh and check the time behind you on the clock, you really don’t have patience for this nonsense. Especially for some weirdo who’s either prank calling or just doesn’t know how to work a phone. “Then you have the wrong number,” you eat another piece of casserole, “it happens, take it easy though.” You hang up quickly before he can utter another word to you.

You had just set the phone down when it began to ring all over again, “Ugh…hello?” You stare at the decorative ceiling in annoyance, “Hello?” You say loudly when the other person doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me? Just wanted to apologize, ‘s all.” He says with a teasing lilt, but it sounds more condescending than anything, “Just wanna..get to know you.”

You ignore the nasty little shiver you get down your spine when he talks to you like that, a deeper part of you is literally drooling over how this guy’s voice sounds but too bad he’s a weirdo though.. Your gut twists uncomfortably as your eyes dart to the side to look out the patio doors. “Okay..well you’re forgiven now, bye.” You go to hang up.

“Wait–if you tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”

You can’t help your scoff, “Yeah, right. I don’t think so, why the hell would I give you my name? You sound like a total creep right now, you know that?” You huff and open your fridge up for a drink, “Besides, what’s your deal anyways? You keep calling and I’m obviously not who you’re looking for.” You complain while uncapping a bottle of water.

“Because,” he calmly starts, “I wanna know who I’m lookin’ at right now.. Pretty red lips and a tight little uniform on,” he draws out huskily.

You immediately go still, “W-What…how do you..?” you look around the empty kitchen and living room. “This isn’t funny.” You quickly head down the hall to the front door, making sure the locks are set before you go back to the living room and make sure the patio doors are locked as well.

“Never said it was babydoll.” He muses, “Though I do gotta admit, red looks spectacular on you, wonder if you got more around here in your drawers.” He trails off, the sound of drawers slamming close and another opening could be heard on the other side of the line.

You wait with a bated breath listening carefully, you slowly turn your head to look up at the ceiling. There’s a low thumping noise that follows the sounds you hear from the phone. Your eyes slip shut as you try to control the sob that’s about to come out of your throat, “What do you want from me?” You croak in a tiny voice.

“What’s your favorite scary movie sweetheart, hm?” His footsteps are heavy as he starts walking around upstairs in your room.

You blink your tears away and stumble towards the hallway to your only escape route: your dad’s office. “I-I don’t like any scary movies,” you whimper quietly, “p-please, I don’t wanna die.” You sniffle. You can hear him humming in the hallway upstairs now, causing you to duck into the office as silent as you can.

“That wasn’t my question. Time’s ticking babydoll, I’m not exactly a patient guy you know.”

“H-Halloween..!” You whisper-yell, “I like Halloween.”

“Which one?” He asks, you can hear him loud and clear at the bottom of the staircase, “Hm?”

You sniffle softly and back away, “Rob Zombie’s version,” you utter softly and hear him pause in his footsteps. He stands there for a few seconds before he slowly draws nearer and nearer. Your eyes squeeze shut as a terrified whimper escapes your lips, before you can plead with him the door slowly creaks open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway with the phone held up to his ear. You stare at him, the phone slipping from your trembling hand as it slams to the floor with a loud thud.

He tilts his head to the side and raises his gloved hand to wave at you. “Hey there sweetheart,” he purrs from under the mask.

You scream out in fear and knock over the desk chair, you’re lucky as hell your dad has a set of patio doors himself. You slip through the doors and run down the small hill, looking back and forth in time to see the hooded figure chasing after you.

The sounds of leaves crunching and branches snapping fill both sides of your ears. Adrenaline kicks in like never before and has you running the fastest you’ve ever moved in your entire life. If you can lose him in the woods you’ll make it to your neighbors’ in five minutes tops, might even get lucky if you detour to the main road but the hill to climb up will only slow you down.

“Don’t be like that babydoll!” He calls out from your left? Right? You don’t know where his voice is coming from, and quite frankly you’re too scared to look. You hear his heavy footsteps (now) directly behind you before a hand tangles itself in the back of your uniform top, gripping it tight as he stops you from going any further.

The force itself is enough to send you flying to the ground, knees scraping hard against a tree stump. You break your fall with your hands, crying out from the pain that erupts in both palms as tiny twigs and rocks dig into your soft skin. “Gotcha.” He chuckles and squats down to your level to admire your bruised form. You must have gave him a run for his money with how hard he’s breathing under the mask.

“P-Please!” You crawl backwards, back hitting the tree stump, “I don’t wanna die,” you pathetically cry, “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” Call it cliche but it was worth a shot to plead with your killer? Stalker? You don’t know anymore.

He tilts his head, “Heard that one before, you’re not the first to beg so sweetly like that babydoll. Almost melts my poor little heart,” he coos mockingly, “but don’t stress your pretty little head over that, you’re not meant to use that brain of yours—meant to sit and look pretty for me.” He purrs and reaches out to run a gloved hand over your dirt stricken thighs.

You curl away and try to escape his touch, “Why are you doing this?” You whimper quietly, watching as his hand rubs circles over your bruised knees. A tremor runs down your spine as his leather gloves run over your shaking thighs, his touch feels scorching hot despite the cool material of his gloves pressing against your skin.

“Been watchin’ ya for a while,” he murmurs, “night n day—just imagining allll the different ways I could have you. Bet you’d look pretty with a mouth stuffed full of cock, wonder how pretty you’d look with cock deep inside your little cunt baby,” he trails off while giving your thigh a rough squeeze, “always did wonder how that pussy tastes.” You can practically picture the shit eating grin he must have under the mask.

You hate that his nasty words have a bubbling heat building in your lower stomach, it shouldn’t be that arousing to you yet here you were in the middle of the woods being fondled by your stalker while he talked about how much he wanted to fuck you. His voice even sounds hotter in person vs the phone.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He chuckles.

You land a harsh kick to his arm with a loud, “Get off of me!” You quickly turn over to stumble to your feet while he curses under his breath and stands to chase after you.

He’s not so gentle this time with the way he snatches you and slams you right up against the tree trunk, letting the chips and splinters bite into your skin unforgivingly. “Thought we were over this,” he growls, “was gonna treat you nice and sweet but by the looks of it you just wanna be tossed around like the filthy little slut you are,” he hisses in your ear while pressing you tight against the tree.

You whine loudly and push back against him in an effort to get him off of you, “Let me go—let go!” You growl angrily, “you’re a fucking psycho creep!” You grit your teeth while trying to turn to look directly at him.

He doesn’t shy away from hurting you to get you to become docile again. He pins both wrists behind your back in a tight grip, squeezing both of your hands until you hear a low threatening pop. A pained little whimper escapes your lip as he forces your head against the bark, “You gonna sit still like a good girl or do I have to tie you up?” He growls menacingly.

“I-I’ll be good!” You cry out as the pain starts to become unbearable.

“What was that?” He whispers in your ear, “Couldn’t hear ya.” He smirks.

A quiet sob slips from your lips as you slump over in defeat, “I-I’ll be a good girl.” You softly reply, too hung up on the pain to reply with the unbridled anger you feel right now. “Just please—let me go.” You sob.

He ignores your cries and instead brings out a rather intimidating looking hunting knife, it cuts into your skin almost right away with the slightest little touch. “Please no—” You immediately begin, thighs shifting as they slide against each other in an attempt to block him from either cutting or stabbing you. The only thing you achieve is the blade running into your thigh and slicing a small line downwards.

“None of that now babydoll,” he whispers while letting your wrists go and setting his big hand over your hip, “just sit still and look pretty for me yeah? Don’t need to think, just feel.” He breathes out as he guides the knife up your skirt, letting the sharp tip (which you noticed was slightly curved like a hook or something) hook under the side of your panties.

Your poor heart hammers in your chest as you begin to hyperventilate, “W-What are you gonna do to me?” The blade tugs at your panties, no doubt already piercing through the flimsy little material.

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper from behind, “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy you know that?” His tongue clicks in annoyance as he suddenly yanks the knife down, a loud riiip following in suit, as well as your terrified scream/sob. “Gonna have a taste now babydoll, put your hands right there—yeahhh, good girl. Keep ‘em there baby,” he has you bending over with your legs spread wide apart and your hands over the tree, “ ‘s like a fuckin’ dream back here, fat little cunt n a nice ass.” He whistles while smacking his hand against your poor cheek.

You bite your lip as the cool air fans over your moist cunt, at this point in time you have long given up making any excuses as to why your pussy was drooling for this weirdo. Still didn’t mean you were less scared but you figured if you complied the faster things would go over. “Look at this slutty pussy, already leakin’ like a bitch in heat. Does a scary man like me chasing you through the woods get you goin’ sweetheart? Maybe you’re a little more fucked than I thought.” He chuckles.

There’s a brief pause and you wonder what he’s doing back there, so you turn your head to look at him when you gasp softly. He has the mask thrown off to the side, his face in all his glory—messy black hair and a lip ring with an array of piercings on his ears— he sits there with a shit eating grin, “Guess the cat’s out the bag huh?” You eye him with distaste before turning back around, you had at least hoped he was ugly or something.

“God,” he groans, “can’t get over this ass,” he mutters to himself while smacking both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose both of your holes to him, “wanna see it wrapped ‘round my cock, gonna have you squirting and messy babydoll. Might even have to get you on your knees to clean up your mess,” he whispers as his hot breath fans over your pussy lips, “you’re gonna be lookin’ at me with those sweet little eyes of yours too, gonna bust my load all over that pretty face of yours.” His tongue dips between your soft folds, licking from your winking hole down to your swollen little clit hiding under its hood.

Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands steady you by the hips, his face is practically smushed against your cunt as he slobbers over it with his greedy tongue. He sucks on your inner folds, getting every nook and cranny as he slurps up the mess he leaves behind before lapping over your clit with his tongue. Your thighs shake a little, you’ve never had anyone this eager to eat your cunt out like this. He’s a fucking menace and you hate how good he is at this.

“Fuck,” he pants softly, “can’t get enough baby, could eat this pussy for days.” He all but moans while latching on to your clit.

A shocked cry leaves your lips, you dig your nails into the tree bark and hold on tightly as your swollen bud throbs in his mouth. He doesn’t let up, suckling on your clit like a lollipop with just the right amount of pressure around the bud. A new wave of slick gushes from your untouched hole, loud mewls and whines leaving you as you subtly rut back against his face. It’s pure heaven.

He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls back to harshly spit on your cunt, “There you go, get nice n wet for me babydoll.” His hot breath fans over your empty little hole, “Good girl.”

You shouldn’t like the way he’s talking to you, but something about him calling you that has a delirious little whimper leaving you. He dips his tongue into your pussy, the sensation definitely welcomed as you sigh in bliss. His tongue wiggles around and curls upwards to brush over your sensitive walls in a flicking motion.

He jiggles your ass in both hands, moaning at the sight of the fat slipping through his fingers from his tight grip. He flicks his tongue back and forth over your swollen bud, you nearly double over as his tongue traces letters on your clit. “W-Wait,” you bite your lip as your eyes shut and you reach behind you to tangle your hand in his hair.

You freeze when you realize what you’re doing, but instead of getting angry with you he leans into your touch with a low moan. Clearly he loves it so you keep your hand in his hair, occasionally pulling just a tiny bit. When he pulls back to catch his breath, audibly gulping as he sits back on his haunches, “Turn around.” He says breathlessly.

From behind you can hear him shuffling around, the sounds of a belt being unbuckled fills your ears. “On your knees babydoll,” he rasps out while fisting his cock, sliding his thumb over the mess of precum he’s made at the tip of his cock. He’s watching you with dark lust filled eyes as you slowly fall to your knees in front of him, eye contact never wavering.

“Shit—when you look like that you make it harder for me to hold back.” He groans while licking his lip, “Exactly how I imagined you’d look.” He purrs as he brings the head of his cock to smother his precum over them, “Stick your tongue out for me baby—there you go, just like that.” He grins softly.

You lay your tongue flat under his fat cock, delighting in the delicious weight over your tongue. You can’t help but flick the tip of your tongue upwards causing it to brush over a throbbing vein. He releases a quiet hiss, fisting the shaft as he roughly slaps it against your tongue in repeated taps.

“Will you look at that, ‘nother little filthy slut we got here, how many other cocks you sucked huh?” He pushes into your mouth and holds the back of your head with one hand tightly fisted in your hair. You gag around his cock and fruitlessly claw at his thighs, “What’s the matter? Can’t take it? Poor baby can’t handle having a cock stuffed down her throat? Pathetic little thing you are, can’t even do what you were made for,” he rasps out while rolling his hips against your face.

His balls press snug against your chin as spit and drool dribble from the corners of your mouth. Your tears run freely no doubt ruining your makeup for the night, you probably look a hot mess right now. Your stalker moans and pants freely above you, he doesn’t bother hiding how good he feels right now as his cock twitches occasionally. You really lose it when he forces your head down and keeps you still, pelvis pressed right up against your nose as he rolls his hips in quick grinds.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out, “feels so fuckin’ good babydoll, knew you were the one when I first saw you.” He whispers out while slipping his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the gasping noises you make, “Gonna make you into my little cock sleeve, don’t need you doin’ anything else..belong with me right on my cock.” He shoves himself back into your mouth and begins fucking into your throat roughly. You cry and gurgle while weakly slapping your hands over his thighs. He doesn’t let up and only fucks your throat more eagerly.

“Fuck baby, c’mere,” he yanks you off his cock and brings you up to him.

He doesn’t waste time bending you back over the three and shoving his fat cock into you. You let out a loud cry and dig your nails into the tree from the pressure and slight twinge of pain from the size of his girthy cock. It sits nice and snug against your walls, curved slightly upwards to press into your g-spot, not quite hitting it but brushing over it.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper out as your toes curl from inside your shoes.

When a couple more seconds pass of him just idly rocking into you, he pulls all the way out until only the head remains before slamming back in with a loud slap. You jolt in pleasure as a tiny scream escapes, he doesn’t let up and keeps the same harsh pace he started with. His cock punches deep into your pussy, poking at your cervix painfully as you yelp out in pain between your moans.

“Fucking hell,” he moans out while moving his hands from your hips to your bouncing tits, “got a nice little pussy n a pair of pretty tits just for me right sweetheart?” He slaps one of your tits before taking your pebbled little nipple between his fingers and meanly pinching it.

“Mm!” You arch your back and try to twist away from his bruising grip. He manages to grip your other tit and knead it in his big hand.

Loud squelching noises fill the space around you in the woods, some of your slick even drips down onto the ground with tiny wet splats. The sound is filthy and has your face burning up in embarrassment as you hide in your hands with low whimpers and whiny moans. He suddenly changes the angle and begins grinding his fat cock right up against your g-spot, pressing insistently as he hits it over and over again.

“Oh you like it there don’t you sweetheart,” he grins while rolling his hips in slow circles, “go on then, fuck yourself on my cock like the little whore you are. Get that pussy nice and soaked for me.” He growls quietly in your ear while pinching your nipples once more.

A quiet squeal erupts from your throat, you shakily manage to knock your hips into his in a sloppy pace. “Please,” you slur out as your eyes slip shut, “c-can’t do it,” your pace is nowhere near the same as before.

“Can’t what?” He moves one hand down between your thighs, “Hm?”

You press your forehead against the tree bark in defeat, sobbing quietly as you wiggle your hips side to side, “ ‘s not the same, need you to f-fuck me.” You shamefully admit.

“Like this?” He slaps his hips upwards, “Or like this sweetheart?” He purrs and begins plowing into your drenched pussy, stuffing his cock deep inside with every thrust.

You throw your head back with a loud moan, “Yes, yes!” More drool begins slipping from your chin as you part your legs a bit wider and arch your back.

He swears at you from under his breath while rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. The sounds of skin slapping against skin begin louder, his balls collide with your swollen puffy folds and your ass ripples from his pelvis from his harsh thrusts. “Little fucking slut,” he grits out through his harsh punishing thrusts, “fuckin’ mine you hear that? So help me you ever think of looking at someone else I’ll fuckin gut them like a fish n fuck you over their dead body.” He hisses, “Better yet covered in their blood.” He roughly smacks your clit.

You mewl loudly and go still, your pussy pulses like crazy as you feel your orgasm hit you at full force. You cum with your clit trapped between his fingers and his cock stuffed deep. The orgasm is so strong it knocks you off your feet as you wobble and shake like a newborn lamb. “P-Please,” you sob out.

“On your knees,” he growls while slipping from your drenched cunt, “fuckin’ look at me.” He aims his cock at your face and strokes himself with loud slick noises. You stare up at him with a dazed expression, too fucked out to reply. He cums with a low moan, making sure to coat your lips and face with his cum as he taps the head against your cheek, “Fuck…” He sighs in bliss while lazily flicking his wrist.

You blink slowly and the last thing you see is him picking his knife back up.

Jungkook hums under his breath while he lazily digs through his bowl of popcorn, he’s been switching channels for a couple of minutes now. Nothing good is ever on these days, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head while flicking through the channels.

“Oh,” his face lights up in joy, “baby come look at this,” he grins and turns the volume up all the way high, “found somethin’ perfect for movie night.” He turns to look behind him, eyes wild and filled with sadistic joy.

“She was last seen Friday in the evening by her parents who were only going a few towns over to visit family. Her friends have all stated she was supposed to be meeting them that night but never showed, one even said they had spoken to her hours prior about their plans to meet. They said she wasn’t acting suspicious or anything—”

A muffled sob erupts, the sound of a cage rattling heard next as Jungkook slowly turns to look at your cowering form. You look so adorable all curled up in the cage like that, mascara streaking and lips wiped red from your lipstick. “Don’t like that movie?” He pouts, “Pity.” He turns back around and replays the entire missing persons ad.

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oppacifyme · 5 months

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What are you?

Summary: You've finally decided you have to stop seeing Taehyung. You just hope he agrees to let you go.

Trigger warning: Smut, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, Dom/sub-themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Taehyung

Yandere!Taehyung Dom!Taehyung

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry Taehyung." His name feels so foreign in your mouth because you haven't used it in so long. "But it's how I feel. I think- I think it's best if I don't see you anymore."

Despite your determination, those words coming out of you feel like they were taking with them a piece of your heart. You love him so completely to the point you feel obsessed with him. But through the haze of your relationship, you keep having moments of clarity, like you were an outsider looking in. There is something wrong with the way you interact with each other.

You've had BDSM relationships before, both with play partners and long-term partners, and it was always a give and take. It was equal. But with Taehyung it isn't. Everything is on his terms. He dictates everything for you. And if you try to give your own point of view or make requests for yourself, you somehow always end up feeling guilty, like you're being difficult and bad. Like you aren't worthy of him. More than that, you are starting to forget how to want anything for yourself. You've found yourself becoming frightened of how far you are willing to go to please him. What you are willing to do, or willing to endure.

So while it hurts more than you ever thought it might, you know the right thing- the rational thing is to end your contact with him.

He always has so much control over his expression. Even now, regardless of how upsetting what you've just said should be, his face remains monotonous. He walks at you, making you squirm with his invasive and infatuating eye contact. Stopping in front of you he stands inside your personal space.

"And why do you think that?" His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your face is level with his shoulder as he looks down at you. Quickly, you can feel your strength disappearing.

Every inch of you is fighting to submit and apologize right now. You've almost completely lost the ability to differentiate between what is and what isn't right when it comes to Taehyung. And right now, you're quickly losing confidence in your decision as it has been so long since you made any choice without his input.

You know how well he can read you. How well he knows you. You know he knows how much you're struggling. And you know if you give him the slightest bit of leeway, any piece of information he can call false, that he is going to dismantle your case.

"I don't want to be yours anymore." You say harshly while lacking conviction. You keep looking straight ahead, your heartbeat pulsing in your ears.

His hand comes up to his waist and he snaps his fingers.

Without a thought, your training kicks in and you kneel, head hung low and hands flat on your lap. It takes a second too long, but your eyes widen with the realization of what you have done, a pang of embarrassment shooting through your stomach.

Taehyung comes in front of you squatting to your level. "How can you say that you don't want to be mine, Y/n, when even your body knows its place."

"Tae-," His eyes firm and narrow cutting you short. "Sir. Please," you whimper, correcting yourself.

Please what you think. It should be as simple as getting up and walking out the door. But you know that that's not how this is going to work. He is embedded in your mind, your soul. 'Please let me go. Please tell me I can leave. Please let me be a whole person again. Because without your permission I don't think I have the strength to do it.'

He shakes his head sighing softly. He doesn't give you what you need to hear. "Why are you behaving like this?" He instead chastises coldly. "Do I not give you everything you could want? Are you not satisfied and cared for? Yet you're still acting so selfishly. I'm disappointed in you Y/n."

His scolding cuts to your heart, making you so heavy and ashamed. You can't stand how strongly you feel it.

Your eyes have started to water, but you fight back the need to cry. "I'm sorry Sir." You sniffle. "I'm sorry, but I-,". His hand suddenly on your inner thigh completely derails your train of thought. "I-I-," You stutter as it moves up to the hem of your skirt. Even in the best of times, your head doesn't work around Taehyung. He's spent too long making you into a pliable, controlable pet, and his touch imediently removes all the reason and focus from you.

His fingers trace higher and you instinctually spread your legs wider for him. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he rubs you through your panties. He puts a knee down, getting into a more relaxed position, and uses his knee to push your legs open further for him. In the same moment as you lower slightly, he slips his fingers inside your panties and strokes along your folds making you whimper and whine.

"Look how wet you are for me." He licks his bottom lip, lowering his face closer to yours. His free hand hooking under your chin to gently lift your eyes to his. As your eyes meet, his fingers push inside you and you gasp and pant with your mouth wide, feeling your walls stretch around him. "Don't worry pet. It's my job to make you better. No matter how many times, no matter how long it takes I'll make sure you know your place."

You shake your head lowly. You're too overwhelmed to argue- or even remember your point. With his fingers moving faster, rubbing and stroking inside of you, it isn't too long until your a mess, moaning and grinding down for him.

He moves closer, letting you grab onto him. Letting you rest your head on his chest, panting heavily into him.

"Who owns you?" He growls in your ear.

"You." You moan breathlessly, having fully disgarded your resolve. He yanks a handful of your hair back, craning your neck. His teeth dragging down the sensitive skin. You moan out gripping tighter into his shirt.

"Who do you belong to?" He nips at your ear, his thumb stroking your clit as his fingers pump and curl inside you.

"You Sir! You!" You squeal, getting closer and closer to exploding on his hand.

"What are you?"

"Yours! I'm yours, Master. I'm yours!" You're right there. So close. It's so close. Just a few seconds more. "Can I cum Master, please?" You cry out, about to tip over.

His hand pulls out making you whimper. Your walls clench around nothing, chasing after the stimulation that he took away. You're mewling, biting your lip, your legs shaking with desperate need.

"No." His eyes smile with haughty satisfaction. "Bad girls don't get to cum." He sucks his fingers clean, standing above you again. "But you're going to spend the night begging for my forgiveness until I've reminded you of your place. Maybe after I'll let you cum."

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oppacifyme · 6 months

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hide and seek with yan!jungkook except reader is in trouble and if he finds you, let’s just say she won’t be walking the next day. dub con + fear kink + degradation + dacryphilia? (loves seeing her cry idk if you want to add that)

this might be a little different from what you imagined? and I'm a few hours late but happy halloween 🎃

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: where do I begin? mentions of smoking, manipulation, corruption, allusions to kidnapping and stockholm syndrome, dub con, fear kink (including threats of violence), choking, manhandling, degradation, dacryphilia, rough sex, creampie, and aftercare

"Oh baby," he sighed as he threw down his cigarette, crushing it beneath his boot. "You are so fucking predictable."

Slowly, as if time didn't exist for him, he stepped onto the rundown porch, disappearing from your sight. For you time seemed to be running out, the haunting ticking of the old grandfather clock almost taunting you.

You backed away into the thick shadows of the room, your feet careful on the creaky, wooden floorboards. You reached for the doorknob behind you and opened the antique wardrobe, paying no mind to the cobwebs in the corners as you walked inside and shut the door.

If you would have seen this house a few months ago, it would have frightened you. Abandoned and hollow, layered with dust and echoes of ghostly memories. But since you met Jungkook you've learned to make friends with the things in the shadows. The darkness that swallowed you up here was exactly what you needed. It didn't matter if you entered a beast's layer. The beast waiting for you outside was much worse.

You could hear the front door opening downstairs, heavy footsteps trudging forward. You crouched down and forced your mouth to stay shut, no matter how hard it was to breathe. No matter how stale the air, or how bad the anxiety that gripped your throat. Hide and seek was a silent game; you didn't want to know the consequences for breaking the rules.

But somehow, the silence was worse. You could hear the rattle of your heart in your chest, like windows and shutters blown open by a violent wind. You could hear Jungkook's weight making the stairs creak, an unsettling melody that pulsed through your skull. Was there no part of you that he didn't hold in the palm of his hand? No part of your body and soul that hasn't been scratched and marked by his claws?

"You can keep running, baby," his voice rang through the building, sweet and low, like a lullaby. "But you're only running from yourself."

You covered your ears, trying to push the words out of your mind, trying to ignore the fact that his footsteps were getting louder, clearer. How long would it take him to find you?

A sudden gust of hopelessness made you shudder, your eyes burning. Your feet were sore from running. You've spent hours combing through an endless ocean of trees, trying to drown yourself in its cold grip, looking for at least a drop of civilization. Anytime you thought you lost him, you heard him call your name. It echoed through the night, echoed through your bones. When the tiredness began to settle in, it was hard not to accept the fact that even though Jungkook was a monster, he was not a liar. There was no one around to help you. Not for miles. He knew exactly what he was doing when he dragged you to the middle of nowhere.

The moon high up in the sky was your only companion, and you stared at it for too long, with a resentment that made you burn. Was god not supposed to be up there? Did he really abandon his children and let demons roam free?

Maybe he never existed.

You wished you could say that made you feel alone. But Jungkook's presence was like a bony hand crawling up and down your spine. Just when you thought you could walk free, the earth bellow you opened up, and he was right there to drag you under.

"Where are you, sweetheart?" He cooed, his footsteps pausing at the top of the stairs.

You shut your eyes. You could hear more creaking as he stalked through the different rooms. The feeling of hopelessness magnified into despair, completely eclipsing your heart.

This house was your last chance. You managed to escape his shackles only to end up here, about to be caught again. Even though he's held you captive, he has never put a hand on you before. You didn't know what to expect tonight.

A light seemed flicker in your head as more doors opened and closed, Jungkook's soft humming spreading throughout the house.

What did he mean when he said you were only running from yourself? Did he know you were going to end up hiding in this old ruin?

You opened your eyes and felt your hands soften their grip on your ears.

Of course he knew.

Who would know the area better than him? He must have chosen it for a reason. He must have left your door cracked open on purpose. What for? To prove a point? To feed his delusions?

An anger you haven't known before made you feel hot from head to toe, the ice in your veins sizzling. Suddenly you found it much harder to control your breathing, even more so when you heard him open the final door.

Just like that all that separated you from him was a few meters and the thick, old wood of the wardrobe.

He tsked as he entered the bedroom.

"Last chance to come out," he offered. "Aren't you cold, my angel? I just want to take you home."

You resisted the urge to scream, to tell him that his place will never be your home, and that you hated him with every fibre of your being. Instead, you remained silent. Living long enough on the run, even prey could pick up a few tricks from the predator.

Jungkook laughed. It irked you to the core.

"Okay then."

One step, then another. Slowly, ever so slowly, you rose to your feet, dedicated to not making a sound until the very end.

Shuffling; then a sigh.

Then silence.

Through the breaks in the wood, your eyes long adjusted to the dark, you could see his boots stop right in front of the wardrobe.

The ticking of the clock seemed louder, slower, stretching the fabrics of time into eternity.

Tick... tock.

The doors flew wide open.

"Got-"

you was knocked out of his lungs when you threw yourself at him, scratching blindly and kicking your feet where they could reach. You were akin to a furious kitten pouncing at a tiger, but it didn't deter you, and neither did the wetness you began to feel dripping down your fingers.

"Fucking hell," Jungkook gritted, the momentary surprise fading quickly as he gripped your wrists, shoving you straight back into the wardrobe with a thud.

You yelped at the impact, your wrists stinging, your head aching from the blow. You weren't quite sure if your eyes welled with tears from the pain, or from how scared and small you suddenly felt next to him.

"Fuck, did I hurt you?"

Dizzy, you looked up at him. His face looked pale and blurry, and you briefly wondered if you misheard him.

It didn't matter. You were so tired of playing games.

"Fuck you!" You spat, though your voice shook, your throat feeling tight. "Let me go, you fucker."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, exhaling deeply.

"So you didn't hit your head too hard. Good."

Your mouth opened to spit out more insults - what did you have to lose by now, really? - but everything in your brain shortcircuted when he leaned in and kissed you.

You froze for a moment, the weight and the warmth of his lips paralyzing. The tears spilled, as though only now you just realized that this was happening. And you were never going back to a normal life.

Jungkook cooed at you when he felt the wetness, pulling away to wipe your cheeks. Your mind fuzzy, you noted the long, dark streaks your nails left on his neck.

"Is it setting in?" He murmured. "Are you getting it now?"

You blinked, the throbbing in your head dulling, but you still couldn't think straight.

"You're mine," he brushed the next tear away with his lips, soft and gentle. "Only mine."

You shook your head, sniffling quietly. Jungkook grabbed your chin, staring into your eyes.

"Baby, you could run to the end of the world and I would still find you. You know it, and you fucking crave it. Why can't you just let go?"

You frowned, shaking your head more vigorously. Each word out of his mouth felt blasphemous. Like something that shouldn't ever be spoken out loud.

"Mhm," Jungkook purred softly, rubbing his nose along your cheek. "I own you, angel, body and soul. Feels good to be caught, doesn't it? I bet you're fucking soaked."

Your heart jumped to your throat, your nails digging into his hands. He didn't seem to care. There was something feral in his eyes, and it spoke volumes by itself.

"I bet you rubbed that little pussy every night knowing there's no one around and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you."

You gasped, instinctively lifting your knee to kick him, but he caught it between his muscular thighs, tightening his grip on your wrists.

"No!" You snapped, using the last of your strength to trash around, your elbows knocking into the wood behind you. "Let go! You're fucking delusional."

Why were you crying? You hated looking so weak, and how he seemed to delight in it, barely budging at your antics.

"Shut up," he narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw. "Stop fucking lying."

His tattooed hand gripped your chin again. His lips knocked into yours, uncaring for permission, unaccepting of denial. His fingers dug deep into your cheeks, squishing them.

"Don't try to bite," he hissed. "I'll bite back harder."

You trembled as he pushed his tongue inside, his breathing hot and heavy in your mouth. His self control was unraveling. He kissed you harder the more you refused, and the ground seemed to spin beneath your feet. It made you ache in so many ways you couldn't tell what you were feeling, or that he released your wrists to pull you flush against him. All the adrenaline seemed to be fading from your system, your emotions quick to catch up with you and drain your strength.

You still pushed at his chest. Fed up, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing. You whined into his mouth, your stomach dropping, your eyes shooting open.

"Don't think I won't choke you until you're fucking blue, angel. You can scream all you want, I don't give a shit. You'll look pretty in any color to me."

You blinked rapidly, feeling your heart shrink, and with it the rest of your spirit. You felt so small, your lungs constricting, heat flowing through you in violent waves.

Eyes dark, pupils blown wide, Jungkook tightened his hand around your neck.

"Got it?"

You found yourself nodding immediately, your mouth gaping, but unable to form any words.

"Good girl," he murmured, rewarding you with a sweet kiss, his grip easing slowly.

He leaned his forehead on yours, releasing your neck, allowing more air to flood into your lungs. His next kiss was more gentle, a warm pressure that made your eyes fall shut again.

Why were you still crying? You wished you could stop the tears, even more so when Jungkook groaned, sliding his hand onto your ass.

"God, you're so pretty," he whispered, scattering heated kisses across your neck, pushing his hips into you. "Pretty when you cry," he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along your skin, inducing shivers. "Pretty when you run," he sighed, proceeding to suck a bruise above your collarbone, ignoring all your squirming. "Pretty when you fall apart for me," he mumbled into your skin. "So pretty inside and out."

You were almost mortified by the mewl that escaped your throat. Almost. The darkness behind your eyes was beginning to feel warm and hazy, his words making your knees buckle. You had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck not to hit the ground, and he pressed you harder into the wardrobe.

"I got you," he soothed.

What a cruel comfort. His body was becoming your only grip on reality, the heat and the hardness of it keeping you grounded.

"Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."

The amusement in his voice didn't do much to convince you; although even without it you probably wouldn't have believed him.

Or would you? Your mind was becoming scattered. You didn't know what to think anymore. He enjoyed hurting you in many ways, but a part of you knew that he was too obsessed with you to do any real harm. It didn't matter, anyway. He was already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking from excitement. He was going to prove his point, after all, claim what was his forever. This was no time for foreplay or sweet nothings.

He lifted you up so easily your breath caught in your throat, hastily shoving your panties aside to push the hot, swollen tip of his cock against your entrance. He was so hard and big, you couldn't stop yourself from wincing, your nails digging into his shoulders, scratching at his leather jacket.

The small gasp that left him was followed by a deep groan.

"Oh, you little slut. I knew you were fucking soaked."

Humiliation rippled through you in burning waves, but you didn't have time to dwell on it. As if his last shred of sanity just vanished, replaced by sheer, carnal need, he rammed inside you, hard. You whimpered from the sudden stretch, your cunt pulsing and clenching around him. He gritted his teeth.

"Fuck."

He tightened his grip on your thighs, not giving a damn about your legs or the wardrobe shaking as he started fucking himself into you.

"Oh fuck," he moaned breathily, "oh fuck, yeah."

You could feel yourself leaking around his cock with every harsh thrust, his filthy, shameless enjoyment of it making your stomach tighten. You tried to swallow the noises building up in your throat, but no matter how much you hated it, this was the best you've felt since a long time. And you did hate it so much, because it was exactly what he wanted. He studied all parts of you carefully while he tore you apart, and waited patiently to have you on the brink of crumbling before he fixed you up. Before he made you take every inch of his cock, made you feel real.

The first moan that broke through your lips was loud. Louder than the squelching of your pussy being pounded, or his balls slapping against you. His cock twitched inside you, hitting all the right spots, making you stickier with precum.

"Look at you," he said breathlessly. "What a good, little whore. This was all you needed, wasn't it?"

He adjusted you, strong arm keeping you steady, and one hand making its way back to your face to tilt it towards him.

"Wasn't it? I know you better than you know yourself, baby," he brushed his lips against yours. "And I know that inside this good little girl who needs love is a good little slut who needs an owner."

You ripped away from his grip, unable to stand his eyes staring so deep into your soul, your cunt tightening around his cock more with each dirty word.

Jungkook grabbed your face, almost giving you whiplash from how fast he turned your head back towards him.

"Don't you fucking look away from me if you want to come tonight."

You lower lip trembled, but you didn't dare to disobey him, desperate to continue tumbling towards the high that was tingling through you. Jungkook shivered against you, his thrusts growing sloppy, sweat dripping down his temple.

"Good girl," he breathed, leaning his forehead on yours. "Fuck, gonna come inside this tight, little hole. Keep my pretty whore nice and full."

"Oh god," you whined, your back arching, a jolt of panicked pleasure shooting straight through you. "Don't-"

"I can feel you clenching, baby. You fucking want it. You want to be- fuck- dripping with my cum, yeah? Won't wanna run off next time. Will be too b-busy drooling all over my cock, fuck."

You barely registered the pain of your head hitting the wood behind you again, or the fact that Jungkook didn't scold you for looking away. He seemed to getting just as close to his own high, groaning lowly as he fucked you faster.

"Yeah? Fuck. Fuck. If you ever run from me again, I'll fucking ruin you. We'll see how pretty you'll look in red. You're fucking mine-"

You shuddered, your cunt clenching as it gushed, your cries filling the empty house. He pushed so many of your buttons, your entire system seemed confused; or maybe Jungkook has been right all along, and he did know you better than you knew yourself.

As if through a fog, you could hear him curse and moan with you, urging you on, his hips stuttering.

"Fuck yes, good girl, yeaaah-"

The warm rush of his cum inside you was the last thing you felt clearly. It seemed endless, thick, overwhelming, adding to the pleasure pulsing through you.

After that, you didn't feel much of anything, hanging on to consciousness by threads, floating in the dark. For the first time, you were glad that he was so much stronger than you, because you limped in his arms, and even though he still hasn't caught his breath, he managed to catch you.

His heart pounded against yours as he pulled you into his embrace, cradling you like the most precious gift from the universe.

"Good girl," he whispered into your hair, stroking it softly. His neck was warm against your cheek, damp with your tears and his blood. "I love you. Good girl. My sweet, precious girl."

You sighed, too tired to speak or think, but he didn't seem to mind. There was only one thing that he really wanted after tonight, and that was to take you home.

"Let's get some rest, angel."

For some reason, you had no doubt he would have carried you through those damn woods to get you into a comfortable bed. But Jungkook knew how to plan ahead, and his car was parked not too far from the ruin. You could remember the graze of cold air on your skin when he carried you outside, soon replaced by the smell of leather and the warmth of his car. You could remember a damp cloth soothing your aches when he put you to bed, washing away the sweat and the grime and the stress of the night.

Then his arms. They wrapped around you like wings, pulling you close, petal lips brushing your neck.

For the first time in months, at least for the moment, the word home didn't feel so wrong.

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oppacifyme · 6 months

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Alpha!Jungkook sex

I’m doing werewolf bc why not?

Rough obviously

Lots of choking

He overstimulates you until you’re crying

His tail wraps around your waist to keep you up right

He has a lot of a stamina

Man can fuck you for days

He wouldn’t knot in you right away

Jk would fuck you over and over

To get rid of his raging boner

Once that’s gone

He knots

Fucking his pups into you

Usually both partners would feel pleasure

But he somehow made it hurt for you

Lots of degrading

He turns into his wolf form during sex which made the size kink jump out

Wolf form goes 10x harder

You’d be cumming every 2 minutes

Spanking

He took you from behind for the most part

His arms though

You’d try to distract yourself so you kiss his arm, admiring it

He whispers in your ear and tells you how he’s going to protect you and the pups

His dominance is no joke

Everyone is scared of him even though he’s pretty young

But he’s also pretty big in both ways

If you know what I mean ;)

Extremely possessive over you

If you even talk to another man, he will breed you again

If another alpha is trying to scare you into coming with them

Jungkook is already there growling at them

He makes you scream so everyone knows who you belong to

Don’t get me wrong though, he’s does take care of you

And he’s a pretty good dad

He teaches his pups valuable lessons

Hunting, protecting, self defence, or to call when they need help

Uwu

Jeon Jungkook’s puppies

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oppacifyme · 6 months

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Predator (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Vampire Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 8.2k

Series: (1/7) Predator Universe

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Vampire Jungkook, Stalking, Obsession, Manipulation, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Fear, Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Mind games, Tormenting the MC, Discussions of discovering dead bodies, Jungkook frightens the mc, Jungkook watches the mc sleep

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.

Preview: There was someone crouched down in between the trees and ferns. It wasn’t a stance that had suggested they had fallen or were looking for something, it resembled that of a predator patiently waiting for it’s innocent prey to come stumbling by. You could make out a few of its features, although it was mostly concealed by the greenery. Pale flesh stretched over it’s limbs, so light that it appeared like it hadn’t ever seen a ray of sunlight. There was a mop of unruly, dark curls poking out from the leaves, and worst of all, piercing red eyes that were staring back into your own. They resembled thick pools of blood, a deep crimson color that forced trembles throughout your once still form. You were certain you were staring into the eyes of a demon, there was no way that was a human hiding in there

A/N: Did anybody ask for a supernatural AU? The answer is no but I wrote it anyways and scared the shit out of myself. I hope you enjoy it if you read it, I finished this surprisingly quickly and it was really fun! My fingers are numb now though and I’m going to bed. Also, this is my first fic post Bouquet Series! Happy reading, I can’t wait for asks and to see you in the comments 😊💜

The scent of sulfur was thick in the air.

Your fingers fiddled with the string of your one untied shoelace as you gazed up into the sky from your spot seated on the covered porch. You gently leaned your face into your hand, cupping the full flesh as you rested your elbow on your bent knee, your other leg extended out in front of you as you rolled your ankle from side to side.

It was raining now, the soft tapping of the rain against the soil would have been enough of a melody to send you off to sleep had it not been for the sudden crack of lightning that shattered and broke off creating thin scars in the sky.

You loved the smell of rain, sweet yet earthy, it reminded you of home. You closed your eyes for a moment, listening to the rain and the soft rumble of thunder in the sky. You could hear the light creak of the old wooden porch swing mere feet away from you before another flash lit up the sky, this time far brighter than before spurring your eyes to snap open and trace each splinter of light.

You then began to count; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - another flash. The storm was about a mile away, this was a neat trick your grandfather had taught you years ago. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the light rain developed into an angry torrent and you would be forced back inside. The storms there weren’t very forgiving and it wouldn’t be surprising if the rain began to slant and drenched you completely through.

With a soft sigh you drew both your legs to your chest and settled your chin on top of your knees, determined to remain in your spot until you had to retreat into the warmth and safety of your house. You loved your house dearly, it had been your grandparents before they moved down south and was then passed onto your parents. The siding which was once a pure white was now faded and peeling away at the corners from years of weathering. The porch swing was creaky and wobbly, and the stairsteps squeaky and in need of a fix. But you still loved it.

You probably loved the backyard the most though, it was relatively large and melted into the edge of the forest behind it. The trees had been there far longer than the house and now towered over it. It was a little alcove away from everyone else, and at one point you had treasured that. But now with your parents gone, headed south to help take care of your grandmother who had just had her second heart surgery, it was far too quiet and incredibly lonely. There was something undeniably eerie about the house, now that it was empty like the life had left with your parents. But you knew you couldn’t be selfish, your grandparents needed help and you had school. Classes didn’t stop for just you.

You raised your hands from your legs, pressing them palms down against the porch beneath you. You swiped the grainy planks of wood mindlessly before you pushed off of the ground, the rain had finally arrived in heavy, thick, wet streams. That was your queue to retreat back into the empty, quiet house behind you.

Back to being alone once again.

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oppacifyme · 6 months

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The Reaper | Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 14.6k

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

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

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

You had been marked for death.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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oppacifyme · 6 months

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Cut (Taehyung x Reader)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Non Con, Dub Con, Outercourse, Drugging, Manipulation, NSFW

Read more stories from this universe here

Preview: Those dark eyes followed the stream of tears running down your face, becoming entranced by the sight before him. Without any thought, he leaned forward and licked a stripe from the top of his hand to the skin beneath your eyes tasting the salty tear on the tip of his tongue. You jumped again in disgust and panic, recoiling so hard you knocked your head back into the wall behind you. He tilted his head back in ecstasy, a moan breaking free from his lips at the taste that tainted his tongue. A twisted part of him hoped that piece of you would be inside of him forever, that that single tear would tie the two of you together for an eternity.

A/N: I want to give the biggest shout out in the world to @na-yiii this fic would not have been possible without her help and guidance while I was writing it. She inspired majority of this fic and helped me battle my writer’s block. Please send her some love because this really wouldn’t have happened without her, thank you so much 💜

This fic was also inspired by an ask I was sent by an anon, I hope you don’t mind that some things were changed!

Your shoes echoed in the quiet of the night, gentle scuffs against the pavement as you walked down the dimly lit street in a hurry. It was eerie, how quiet and empty the streets were. To anyone else it would feel like they were the only person in the world, suspended in a point in time where there was perpetual darkness, silence, and loneliness. It was foreboding and ominous. You shivered as you trekked on, heading in the direction of a lone parking garage. The walk had been anxiety inducing, the quiet and the dark beginning to get to you as you forced yourself to walk faster to your car. You could have sworn you heard footsteps behind you, light and fast just like your own.

You let out a heavy sigh as you reached your car, going to fish your keys from your bag as you fell into a relaxed state having worried for nothing. But, before you knew it, there were a strong pair of arms snapping around your chest and lifting you backwards. You opened your mouth in an attempt to scream only to have it muffled by his gloved hand. You squirmed violently in an attempt to break free from his python like hold around you. You could hear him grunting in frustration behind you, he was becoming agitated with your attempts to free yourself. You felt his leather covered fingers weave through your hair, gripping it hard before rearing your head back and slamming it into the hood of your car. Not once, but twice. Your body fell limp, disorientated as he began to drag your limp body away from the safety you thought your car had provided.

You moaned in pain, weakly tugging your limbs to try and get away. The man said nothing and did nothing in reaction, he just simply continued to drag you in the direction of a waiting car. His concealed hand reached for the handle of the backseat door preparing to open it only to be cut off by a sharp cry of another voice.

“Cut!” The director screamed.

At the sound of that single word, you lifted yourself into a sitting position and stretched. Your joints popped and ached in protest as you did so. This was the seventh time you had filmed that specific scene, each time your co-star lifted you had rendered you rather sore and stiff. These long hours on set were definitely not doing you any favors.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, pulling his hood off his head and crouching down next to you.

“Yeah, I’m alright. A little sore is all.” You reassured him with a strained and tired smile. The moon hung high in the sky still, it was painfully late at night and all you wanted at this point was to curl up in the comfort of your bed and finally go to sleep. But, you wanted to be an actress and that wouldn’t come to you without some hard work involved.

You hadn’t gotten many big auditions in your career. You had appeared on one to many commercials and had some small roles in TV shows and Dramas. It really was beginning to feel like you never were going to make it in the industry. This was the most work you had gotten in a while, and for once you were a key point in the story line. This time around, you had landed a gig for a re-enactment segment of a true crime TV show. You were playing a woman who had gone missing a few months ago in the parking garage of her college campus. The whole event had kicked up quite a fuss, the campus was in some deep shit. Because of their lack of security measures, a young woman with a bright future had been taken from the world. Since you were portraying her, you researched as much as you could about her disappearance as well as who she was. She was just another girl, much like you, who had made some reckless decisions and you felt for her. Her family was distraught, still looking for her with all of their time and effort. Many outsiders believed she had been dead for a long time though, her kidnapping too perfect with so little to go on that it had to have been planned perfectly. The most popular theory was that she had been abducted and was being trafficked. You hoped that wasn’t true.

You rose to your feet, dusting off your pants as you reached for the prop that was your bag once more. You couldn’t help but wonder what that night must have been like for her, how scared she was. But a greater part of you didn’t want to know.

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oppacifyme · 6 months

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the friendly ghost | yandere!jungkook au

THIRD INSTALLMENT | HALLOWEEN YANDERE SERIES

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere, slight horror

warnings: mature themes, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, paranormal themes, violent themes, major character death. ( TW: mentions of suicide)

word count: 11.8k

Based on the Halloween Classic; Casper

Synopsis: When you’re forced to move back in with your father after failing to find a stable job , you’re more than unsettled with the foreign and creepy place he has bought. Your anxiety only seems to worsen when you start to suspect the old house is haunted. But when your suspicions are confirmed , it seems like the spirit that inhabits your home isn’t terrifying at all. In fact, he’s rather friendly. A bit too friendly

AN; hey guys so we are going to pretend i posted this on halloween for the sake of my mental health🤠 on a serious note though , i had a family emergncy & a pretty shitty halloween so that was why my last two halloween fics were so delayed. im really sorry! but i hope everyone had a happy halloween ! hope you enjoy regardless! :)🎃🎃

“Dad you could of bothered to at least hide the key somewhere I could find it.” You grumbled into the phone as you took a look at the poorly painted teal color door. The ‘Welcome’ sign that hung from it was anything but inviting.

Your father had done a decent job at carving a large pumpkin that stood right at the doorstep of the home but it looked rather sad. You supposed the bad shape of the house added to the appeal of the current Halloween season but it would soon wear off . Your shoes crunched against the dried up leaves that covered the floor of the porch .

“I told you it’s there, I put it under the welcome carpet!” You rolled your eyes as you stared at the dirty thing, there was certainly no key under there. You had checked a good three times already and practically torn apart a gardening pot he had on the side too in search for it.

“Well looks you have early-onset Alzheimer’s because there’s nothing here.”

You hear him let out a sigh.

“Just wait there, I’ll be home in about 10 minutes.”

The line went dead and you stood there waiting for your father’s car to pull up in the driveway.

You were in a sour mood to say the least, you had just graduated college with a degree in communications and while you would admit it wasn’t the most impressive major , it had been for you. You were finally relieved to have finished school, only for you to fail to find a decent job. You had been applying to loads of different marketing jobs, even social media manager applications and nothing.

These were quite simple jobs, right? Even more so with a literal degree but somewhere nobody seemed to be interested in hiring you. You blamed it on the fact that you didn’t have much experience since you had just graduated a few months ago but it was just what you talked yourself into to make yourself feel better and not like a complete failure.

Your dad’s way of comforting you had been to convince you to move back in with him while you got yourself back on your own two feet. You hated it.

You were supposed to be the successful independent woman you imagined yourself to be at the age of 24 but now you had come scurrying back home to live with your dad like some teenager again.

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DIRTY LIAR | JJK

You're standing Infront of him, playing with your fingers. Are you nervous? Maybe you are.

He called you in his office that is located inside his mansion without knowing the reason. Did you do something wrong? You don't think so but if that's the case then what are you doing here?.

"Remove your clothes" He said with his deep huskey groaning voice. Widened your eyes while looking at him shocked.

You gripped on your tiny maid dress that is only at the very bottom of your butt cheek. It's too short yes, cause once you bend down everything is already showing mostly your red lace lingerie pantie.

You gulp as you watched Mr.Jeon walk Infront of his desk while he sat on the table, crossing his arms together and deeply stared at you.

"I said change your clothes Yn" He repeat himself. You stared in his eyes and saw that there's no playful look placed on his expression. It's all seriousness.

You slowly grabbed the ribbon at the back of your dress while still looking at him, pulling the edge of it when Mr.Jeon suddenly cleared his throat as he turn around pretending to fix his papers on the table.

"Don't do it here, My wife doesn't like it so wear something else. You can go now" He said while his back is facing you.

"O-okay but Mr.Jeon you only have me five of this uniform and they all have the same size." You replied.

You heard him sighing making you smirk you slowly made your way closer to his direction as you walk passed at him.

You bend down Infront of him while grabbing the fallen paper on the ground giving him the perfect view of your bright red undergarment.

He keep his eye on you, not daring to look away. He's breath started hitching while his forehead is covered in sweat.

You smirk as you knew how he would react, you stood up and walk towards him, handing him the paper and gave him a smile but deep inside yourself smirking at his reaction.

He's nervous and you can see it. You bow at him as you made sure to show your perfect cleavage right in his eye.

"I'll take my leave now Mr.Jeon, just sent me my new uniform, I'll wait for it" You said as you left the room smirking.

As soon as you left his office, you're pulled away by a strong hand and pin you on the wall, locking you in-between his arms.

"What the heck are you doing Jimin" you shouted as you true pushing him away but he didn't even move a bit.

"Yn, I like you why can't you just accept my feelings for you" he said while sounding like begging.

You have no internet on him, yes his hot, cute and have a perfect body but you've never intended to marry a bagger.

You're already born poor and you don't want to marry a poor guy and create a poor family with this guy that's why you're trying your best to get Mr.Jeon's attention.

Yes he's married but still he's everything that you need, he's handsome, rich, educated, hot everything that every womans wanted.

And in your condition, you didn't care even tho he already has a wife and happily married. You're selfish and you admit that.

You had to be selfish in order to have a good life so at this point you don't care about anyone but yourself and how you will be able to live a luxury life with the man that you like.

And that is Mr.Jeon, he's all that you needed and you don't have any plans on giving up ok him this easily.

You're just starting and this is getting exciting. You knew that deep inside you already have an affect on Mr.Jeon and that's exactly what you've been planning on doing.

You're cut off while thinking about Mr.Jeon when a lips touches you're, you came back to reality realizing that Jimin was the one who's kissing you.

You're about to pushed him away when an evil plan suddenly came on you. Pulling his closer while deeping the kiss.

You pulled away and catch your breath together. Wrapping your arms around his neck and hang on him. You seductively stared at him as you gave him peak on his lips.

"Do you really want me?" You asked.

He nod.

"Then do one thing for me. Sleep with Mrs.Jeon, I wanted to take revenge on her, you knew how much she hates me and making me do all those jobs that I wasn't even my job right. I just wanted to teach her a lesson baby." You pout making the man chuckles.

"You're kidding me right?" He said as he placed that stupid smile on his face. You lose your mood and pushed him. Walking away from him when he grabbed you hand and turned you around again.

"Wait so you're actually serious?" He asked while you just stared at him while crossing your arms together.

It was midnight when Jungkook came back from work. He entered the front door while you greated him with a nervous face.

He stared at you, he was stunned seeing you in your night gown while standing Infront of him. You're not wearing any bra and he can see it cause your nipple gets harder by the cold wind.

He started thinking nasty things about you again and he hate himself for that, he shouldn't be doing. He's married and he love his wife and he's not planning on cheating on her. At least that's what he thinks but that's not what his body desire.

His body wants you, his body calls you for but he doesn't know if you feel the same. His thoughts got cut off when you suddenly grabbed his tattooed hand and caresses it.

"I know I shouldn't be doing this cause I will have to face the consequence like losing my job but Mr.Jeon, I-I can't hold myself anymore." You said while your tears build inside your eyes.

He stared at you in shocked, he didn't knew how to reaction. Your standing Infront of him wearing this kind of dress, how can you stop him from assuming that you actually wanted him just like how he wanted you but again his thoughts got cut off when you continue your words.

"Mrs.Jeon hates me, she's making me do all the jobs that I wasn't supposed to but I never complained and keep my mouth shut but I pity you Mr.jeon. Your wife has been cheating ok you and she told me to never speak a word but I just couldn't hold myself anymore." You cried Infront of him.

He didn't knew if he should believe you or his wife but seeing you like this got him thinking. You both hear a shout coming from his bedroom.

He quickly run upstairs while you followed him from behind.

Jimin got pushed on the floor by the married woman but he pulled her hair and pushed her on the bed again.

He hovered on top of her and started kissing her neck. He really wanted to have you that's why he's doing this but at the same time he's thinking that he can gain two wins in the situation.

He can have a good sèx with the hot married woman and at the same time after this he can finally have you.

He switched places and place her on top of himself while pulling her closer.

He saw the door open. Not wide open but he saw Mr.Jeon staring at them. This is exactly how you planned. The married woman on top of him and made her husband think that they both like what they're doing mostly the woman cause she's on top.

You close the door seeing Mr.Jeon's tears about to fall off. You grabbed him and hug him.

You convinced him to don't make a scene, at least not now, you still wanted to play with his wife and at the same time you had to make sure that you have hold Mr.Jeon's on his neck first before ending the exciting part.

He pulled away from you as you both look at each other. Pulling him closer and kissed him. He didn't kissed you back.

At some moments you felt anxious and nervous when he did kiss you back thinking he would probably kick you out of his house without even succeeding your plans.

But those thoughts went away when he pulled you by your waist, kissing you passionately while pinning you on the wall.

His hand slide down on your tights, pulling your night gown upwards as he entered his hand on your undergarment.

Rubbing you entrance as he received moan from you in between the kiss. He insert two fingers inside you making you moan a little loud as you also broke the kiss.

His mouth went down to your neck, while his fingers keeps moving in and out of your vàgina.

His wife is crying Infront of him telling how horrible her night was thinking her husband would do something about it but he just stayed in his chair acting as if he didn't heard her.

How can he believed his wife and she saw him on top of their gardener in their own bed and not she's saying she was ràpèd.

No man would believe it when they saw she's in that position even though she's was telling the truth. She's already crying on her knees feeling disgusted but her wife was just sitting there as if she's not even here.

You open the door while a cup of coffee, you saw the wife crying on her knees as you turn your head to Mr.Jeon but he's too focused in his work.

Mrs.Jeon saw you, she immediately stood up and grabbed the tray on your hand. She had enough, she throw the tray on the floor making the hot tea liquid spill everywhere but mostly of the hot liquid fallen on your skin making you groan in pain.

Jungkook immediately stood up from his chair after hearing you. He kneel down while looking at your burned arms.

He was pissed off, he grabbed his wife hand tight while staring at her soul looking so mad, burning in mad.

"Have you lost your mind?!" He sounded at her.

"You're not even listening to me!!, I just told you I was ràp3d but you just didn't care?!" She shouted while her tears scream down on her cheek.

Jungkook didn't dare to look at her again. He pulled your hand and dragged you out of his office leaving his wife crying.

Jimin is pinning you on the wall. You glance at him while trying to push him away as hard as you can but it's useless.

How can a small body like yours matches with his well build arms muscle. He pushed you against the wall after you tried running away from him that leaves you groaning in pain.

He was so mad. Burning in anger because of what you did. You made him believe that you and him can finally be together after he did as you said but you betrayed him.

He saw you doing it with Mr.Jeon and that's when he realized you actually just used him to break the couples apart. He feels disgusted for falling for two face like you.

Right now he wanted you to pay for what you did. But for you, you did nothing at least that's what you're trying to convince yourself.

You keep telling yourself that it's not your fault that he's dump and actually believe that you will choose a poor little guy like him who's poorest than a rat.

You both stared at each other and you can see the anger in his eyes. But you looked at him the same way, while trying to get away from him, he smashed his lips on yours.

You keep on pushing him away, trying to break the kiss. You keep on screaming for help while his mouth is still on yours. Soon he fell on the ground after receiving a hard punch on his face.

You turned around and saw Jungkook standing next to you. You hugged him tight while he embrace you. He stared at the poor guy laying on the floor.

"Don't you dare step your feet in my house again or else you will end up in jail together with my ex wife." He said while pulling you away.

You smirk at Jimin who's laying on the floor with his bloody mouth. He was so pissed off.

You made everyone believe that you're an actual angel while you're just angel in disguise. And right now your target is Jungkook and you actually made him believe. He was blind just like how Jimin used to be but now that he's eyes are wide open he can already see everything.

Jungkook shut the door behind him. As you both entered your share room he immediately dragged you inside the bathroom. Getting under the shower he turn the handle and open it.

The water fall on your body directly, making you both socked in wet. He started rubbing your neck and your lips hardly. You're confused by his action.

His action is hurting you. Your lips is already shallowing while your neck turned red before of the hard impact of his hand. He's rubbing every each of your body that Jimin touched.

He can't let other man touch you. You're just his and no one will ever dare to touch you. Only he can.

Soon you actually begin to cry silently and Jungkook finally stopped. He looked at you and realized that he hurted you. Pulling you in his embrace while he keeps on mumbling the words "I'm sorry" through your ears.

Both of your are laying on the bathtub. Your head is laying against his chest while he's laying on the edge of the bathtub.

Interlocking your hand with he's. He kiss the back of your hand while staring at the wedding ring in your finger.

Yes both of you are married. After that night when Jungkook saw his ex-wife with Jimin he didn't think twice to divorce him.

His wife beg him but he never listen. Jimin actually already told him everything but he never believe any of them. Jimin told Jungkook the truth after he finds out your and Jungkook are getting married but Jungkook chooses not to believe any of them thinking that Jimin is ruining your reputation just because his ex-wife say so.

As he's blindly Inlove with you, he actually started believing your lies and never opened his ears to listen to everyone. Only you and your words that he chooses to believe.

While Jungkook is laying under the water with his arms wrapped around your shoulder. He felt your palm on his member.

He hummed softly as you wrapped your palm on his cock and behind to pump under the water. You moved away from him and stay inside of him while continuesly palming him. You smirk while looking at him enjoying your touch.

Soon Jungkook open his eyes and looked at you.

You removed your hand from his cock and lay your back on the edge of the bathtub.

He started at you while you put your hand under the water and moan, then he realized that you're actually fingering yourself under the water Infront of him. You keep on moaning while pinching your nipple. you look at your husband who's sitting Infront of you while bitting your lips as you continue pleasuring yourself.

Jungkook couldn't hold himself back. palming the crotch with his big tattooed hand, he pressed down on the bulge making a pleasurable sign escape from his cherry lips. Leaning his head on the edge of the tub, he rolled back his eyes while continuesly pounding his tattooed hand on his veiny cock.

Before Jungkook can even make himself cum. You made your way towards him, touching his thighs making him look at you.

You grabbed his hand and place them on your boobies

you pushed your hand flat on his chest rocking your hips up and down after placing his cock inside your womanhood. the water is flashing everywhere everytime you pushed down and pull up, your boobs bounced while Jungkook just keep an eye on them.

You took his hand guiding them to your waist as you pound into his cock recklessly. Your head dove back as you played with your breast.

"Ughhh" you heard him groan making you moan in pleasure. The water spill everywhere but none of you cared about it. all you care right now is you pleasuring one other.

How can you be so happy and contended with your life right now after breaking and ruining other people's lifes. You're truly selfish but this side of your brings you a better life to live and you didn't regret any of it.

You didn't regret even a bit cause this is exactly what you want. You already have everything wrapped around your hands. You're a true evil but you careless about it.

You're a little Dirty Liar and you choose to remain like that just so you can keep him all for yourself.

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Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.

content & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, toxic & manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career. word count: 12.9K

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disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in here are all fictional and all are part of my imagination.

a/n: to the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it!

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Hmm maybe yan!JK who is married to the reader and they live isolated, until a merchant convinces her to run away...

Warnings: jungkook looses his temper/ gets a little rough (it is an accident) , Jimin is the sweetest.

Living on the Red Valley ranch had been exciting at first, your husband made a lot of money but he was away a lot. It seemed that you never really got to speak to anyone other than the wide expanse of animals your husband had bought you to make up for the fact he's never home. That too was another thing that changed. The grandiose presents and knick knacks were not exciting anymore.

Of course you appreciated how your husband was willing to go so far to make money for you but what was the cost? You barely saw the man you vowed to wake up to everyday.

The ranch was of course gorgeous but you never knew what to do there, you felt like spending all that time alone in that big house was just pointless, especially if you had no one to talk to in your own home.

You missed him, you really did.

You really wanted to make something for him, you always wanted to show him how much you loved and appreciated him but you simply couldn't as you never knew when he'd come home.

Sighing to yourself, you get ready to go out and tend to the cows and get the chicken eggs.

Red valley ranch was a picturesque and enchanting place nestled in the heart of the Joseon countryside.

Jungkook was one of the kingdom's fiercest knights. He would often travel to see the king for strategy meetings. Initially it had taken a while to convince the king of him living in the countryside but he had eventually agreed much to your delight at the time.

You and your husband always wanted to live out in the countryside. However, with the way things were going, you wish you'd never left the city. At least if you had stayed you’d be able to see your husband every day. Sure it wouldn't be private or anything with you living in the place with your husband and the king and the rest of the knights and maids who worked under your majesty. But you'd have the man you love next to you every night.

Jungkoook never wanted you to go with him on his trips back to the capitol, his excuse being that there could be bandits or thugs hanging around the dirt roads and you supposed he was right. That didn't mean you stopped trying to go with him though. It had caused a massive fight between the two of you a few months ago. It seemed that he was desperate to keep you in the house.

Even when he was home you were never ever allowed past the merchant market down the street. Even then you rarely got to go alone.

You loved how protective he was most of the time but sometimes you just felt caged.

After collecting from the chickens and the cows you noticed you were running dangerously low on hay, which you blamed the horses for, and other foods for the animals. In fact you didn't have much yourself, just the milk and eggs you had collected a few minutes ago.

You knew Jungkook would not be happy but you assumed he'd rather let you go out on your own then let you starve to death.

You grabbed your basket and a few coins and headed down the road to the merchant marketplace. Many different people came here to sell. It was a small community but not impoverished. This was because many of the people who lived here also worked for the king or the members of the royal court. This made the place ideal to merchants selling their trinkets.

You would be very quick, you told yourself.

The merchants' stalls and carts were surrounded by people from your small community. Everyone was excited to see if they could get anything of value from the merchants.

Almost every stall was filled to the brim with excited customers. You weren't surprised though as it was sally like this, especially on nice days.

Lining up by the merchant selling feed for animals. You looked around, noticing but one stall that had no people surrounding it. You would have guessed that the man running the stall had sold out. If he didn't look so defeated that is.

You don't know what made you walk over there but you felt your legs moving on their own.

“Hello, Sir?” You called out to him as he had his head buried in his hands.

Upon hearing your voice the mysterious man jolts up and looks at you with a mix of shock, excitement and apprehension. There was always a chance you would walk the other way.

“Hello ma'am, are you by any chance interested in any of these.” the man motions to the small table in front of him. There lay a bunch of gorgeous hand crafted trinkets.

“Oh my! These are the prettiest little decorations.” You marvel happily, smiling as you find a gorgeous sculpture of a horse made from a divine green rock, closely resembling emerald.

“Jungkook would love this.” you smile.

“I also have it in blue and black ma’am,” the man smiles nervously. As if he depended on you buying a small horse statue for him to survive.

“Can I see it in black please?” you smile politely at the eager man.

“Of course. Here you go.” he hands you the statue gently and you hold it firmly. “It's gorgeous, how much is it?”

He looked surprised for a second but then a bright smile took over his face.

“Thank you so much ma'am!” he bows with a big pleased grin on his face. “It's uhh three coins”

“Such craftsmanship like this deserves five coins. Please accept.” you hand the man five shiny golden coins.

“Please ma'am i'm so grateful but it's too much!” the man offers you the two coins back.

“No no, I can assure you I'm fine without the coins.” You offer the man a bright smile and as you turn to walk away you hear “Wait! Ma’am at least let me give you this horse as well” you turn around to see the man behind you holding a smaller version of the statue you had just bought in his palms. “It feels wrong taking your money without offering you this ma’am”.

You were slightly taken aback by the man's stunning moral standing. He really wasn't going to let you leave without you accepting his gift was he?

“Ok then.” you smile at him and his reaction to your agreement. He seemed relieved.

“I'll be sure to come by again!” you call.

And you did come by again. In fact while Jungkook was away you went out to the market every couple of days and always found the time to visit the sweet man who had given you such beautiful ornaments for your home.

You of course spent some more money on his beautiful carvings. You were receiving money from the capital from your husband. You assumed he wouldn't mind as many of the carvings you had bought were for your husband. He'd always loved the carvings at the palace so you smile at the thought of surprising him with some of his own.

The man, whose name you'd learned was Jimin, was so sweet. The two of you had had a few conversations with each other. He went out of his way to show you how grateful he was. In fact around half of your collection was given to you for free out of the goodness of his heart. Which you really appreciated.

You’d gone to Jimin's stall three times and ended up with six different ornaments.

You’d kept your conversations pretty cordial. Other than the quick conversations you didn't know much about each other. But you felt he could be a good friend.

In fact you were planning on going to the market today. You had your basket ready and everything, you were planning to get some seeds for your small flower garden. And you were planning to see if Jimin had any new pieces in his collection.

That was the plan anyway, with your basket on the table you pull some muffins out of the oven. You fancied something very sweet.

“Smells delicious baby.” A deep voice calls out from behind you.

You almost dropped the tray in shock. “Yeobo!” you yelled excitedly

Carefully placing the tray down you then rush over and throw yourself into your husband's arms.

“Where are you going so dressed up?” he licks his upper lip as he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, not really making an effort to mask his confusion.

“Oh umm, I was just going to quickly run to the market to get some flower seeds.”

He sighs “honey, what did I tell you about going to the market without me? Anything could happen to a gorgeous girl like you. And I can't have that, I love you too much to see you hurt over some dumb mistake.”

“Im sorry,” you feel guilty, the look he was giving you was radiating sadness and worry.

“I just need you to be safe, you know that's why we moved here.” Jungkook said, this time he sounded more stern.

“I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I have been a few times the past few days and nothing bad has happened to me yet.” at your revelation Jungkook just shakes his head. “You're not gonna be happy until you're dead, isn't that right.”

“You're not allowed to leave this house! Do you understand? I don't know what I'd ever do if something bad happened to you.”

“Jungkook, that's not fair and you know it.” you whisper. Feeling increasingly upset at the way your husband was looking at you.

“You knew the rules Y/n. I'm not gonna talk about this anymore. Go upstairs”

“I really wanted to get some flower seeds though.” She knew she was walking on a very thin line.

“Y/n, I'm warning you. Go upstairs, I'll be up to see you in a minute.”

“Oh ok,” not wanting to make your husband even more upset, you did as he asked.

“Good girl,” he calls after you.

You really didn't expect this to happen, you were so excited for him to come home. Could you even give him his gifts now?

Sitting on the bed you shared with the man you married you waited for him to come upstairs.

“The cake was good,” you heard him behind you.

“I was craving something sweet.” you whispered.

He hums.

“You know, I didn't want to yell. But I need you safe.” He rubs your shoulders.

“It was only down the street. I was so careful too.”

“It doesn't matter Y/n. You know I don't like it when you go out alone.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Just don't do it again. You wanted some flower seeds huh?”

“Yes.”

“Come then, let's go.” he grabs your hand and pulls you down the stairs to the front door.

“Really?” you ask excitedly.

“I'm here to protect you now.” Jungkook grips your hand tightly.

Jungkook took you to the market. You went around a few stalls. You ended up getting a variety of beautiful flower seeds.

Jimin didn't seem to be here today, you noted. His stall wasn’t there. It was a shame, you wanted to see if he had anything new.

“Happy now?” Jungkook asked as he held your hand tightly as you walked through the market together.

“So happy.” you nod.

“That's good. I hope you know that you have to give me a little something for how generous I am.”

“Oh I have just the thing.” you smile. This was the perfect window to give him the gifts you’d bought him you thought.

“Hmm I've missed you.” Jungkook stops and you look into his eyes.

“Why do I have a feeling that you mean something different than I do?” you muse.

“Give me a break. I haven't seen you in three weeks. Do you know what that can do to a man? Especially when he knows he has such a gorgeous woman waiting for him at home.”

“Jungkook, we're in public. It's improper to talk about such things.”

“Then let's go home to the bedroom and talk about them there.” He whispers, his voice sultry.

Jungkook wasn't joking. As soon as you entered your bedroom he was pulling your dress off of you.

“You know i have to go back soon right?”

“ I know,” you say sadly. “How soon?”

“Two days.” he says in between kisses.

“Jesus Jungkook, why'd you even bother coming home?” you push him away slightly

“Y/n.” Jungkook says disappointed.

“No, Jungkook, it's really not fair, why don't you understand? I need you here, not at the castle. You're my husband and I never get to see you, don't you get how that’s affecting me? I'm so damn lonely here without you and when you are here you don't stay for long before you're off again.”

“I do it so we can afford nice things Y/n.”

“I don’t need nice things for fuck sake! I need you!” You scream, all the anger and stress you've been experiencing with your beloved by your side was affecting you in such a negative way.

“But you're not here. You’re never fucking here!” Suddenly tears were rushing down your cheeks like they were a part of a stream passing over the rocky earth.

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You stare off into the distance of the ranch. Jungkook was gone again. He'd spent the majority of those two days ignoring you. Doing something you never thought he'd ever do to you.

Thinking about it makes you feel so upset.

The man you loved was so mean to you. Why did it have to be you?

You thought that he understood you.

You knew you needed to take your mind off of what had happened but you simply don't know how you'd get past this.

“Right the cows need more water you mumble to yourself “and the chickens need more seeds.”

You were determined to busy yourself to make the sting the tiniest bit less noticeable.

“The market.” you mumble “ I should go to the market.”

Pushing down the pain you felt wasn't going to do anything you knew that. But you didn't want to deal with how you felt at that moment, not now. Perhaps not ever.

Stumbling around through the market as if you were almost lifeless caught the attention of most of the people there. A lot of them were posh snobs who turned their nose up at you as you walked along the stony pathway.

You only got this treatment cause you were not born into nobility like many of these women. You just married one of the highest ranking knights in the land. Which was evidently not enough for these women who were born to counts and lords.

Wandering around the market trying to fight back tears was challenging. But you eventually managed to push all those emotions down when you saw Jimin's stall. And it was packed.

You were so happy for him, it was obvious to anyone that had been struggling with his business and it seems to have taken off, you noted.

“Thank you so much everyone but we have sold out for today, i promise ill be back tomorrow with even more complex ornaments for you and your homes.” he calls out to the crowd surrounding his stall nervously.

As the crowd disperses you decide to go say hello to the man.

“Ahhh ma’am. I'm sorry but I am sold out at the moment” he smiles at you nervously. Like you were going to cut his head off because he had run out of stock. You honestly couldn't care less. In fact you were happy to see him doing so well.

“That's ok, I just came to congratulate you. Your designs deserve the appreciation they are getting.”

“Thank you so much ma'am.” he bows profusely.

“You don't have to call me ma'am you know? I'm not above you or anything.”

“I call you ma'am because I respect you and because I am so thankful. Without your coins I probably wouldn't have survived the approaching winter, but now at least I have a chance. Even if it's only a small chance I'm still eternally grateful maam." Jimin explains.

“Come on, I know your name. Let me tell you my real one.” you suggest

“Only if you're sure ma'am.” he says and you roll your eyes.

“My name is Y/n, Jeon Y/n.”

“Well in that case it's so great to meet you miss Jeon.” he smiles politely at you.

“Jimin,” you whine.

“Ok, Y/n? did your husband like your gifts.” he asks and even though he meant no harm by it you really wanted to just turn on your heel to stop yourself from crying.

“Umm actually i never had the chance to give him them. He was uhh too preoccupied with work… and things.”

“Oh well I'm sorry, that's a shame to hear.” Jimin smiles at you still, it was a cute dumb smile. He was so nice, but would he be as nice if he knew everything that was going on.

Deciding you don't want him to find out you quickly think of something else to say. “ Would you like to come over for dinner? Or at least a thank you cupcake?”

“To uhh say thank you for all the freebies.” You don't know why you offered such a thing, but your mouth started moving before you knew what you were saying.

Standing there thinking it over for a second you realise it really can't be that bad of an idea. The man was harmless.

“Uhh only if you’re sure. I'd be honoured to.”

___

Dinner with Jimin was quiet but it was still overwhelmingly polite. It seemed as though Jimin was stunned by the charming ranch you lived on with all the animals your husband had bought you.

When dinner was finished Jimin bowed to you to show that he was thankful for the meal. You offer for him to take some home and after a few moments of quick consideration he smiles and says “Yes please!”

Not to lie but you were awfully charmed by Jimin's excitement. He reacted like that, for something you had made.

It was a huge confidence boost. Especially to see him so eager to get the wrapped up dish from your hands.

“Thank you so much Mrs jeon!” it seemed he didn't even notice that he had used your title instead of your name again.

“Do I owe you anything?” Jimin asks as he approaches the entrance of the house.

You shake your head “nothing at all, this one's all on me. Although maybe you could perhaps teach me how to make such darling decorations some time.”

“I'd be honoured. When are you free?”

“Whenever you want me to be.”

“How about tomorrow? Noon?”

“Works for me,” you smile as you wave him off.

Listening to his humming as he left fired up a small sense of joy in your heart.

You always did love learning something new.

___

“So you need to hold the scalpel tightly. We do not want you to hurt yourself do we?”

“Like this?” you ask

“That’s perfect.”

“What now?”

“Let yourself be free. Let your hands lead you.”

You pull your sleeves up. Not really aware that you were showing off one of the parts of you you were most self conscious about.

“What's that bruise?” you freeze, slowly looking up to see him looking at you confused and was that concern you saw in his eyes?

“Oh uh.” you didn't know what to say, you weren't going to tell him your husband had been a bit too rough with you. That was just going down the rabbit hole.

“I bumped into my kitchen counter this morning.” You mumble. He shoots you a look. A look that says he didn't believe you. You couldn't blame him. You don't think you’d believe yourself if you were him.

“I don't believe you.” he decides after a few seconds.

Panic sweeps over you. “Why not?” you cant even look at him.

“That. you can’t even look at me.”

“It's nothing.” you protest.

“Is he hurting you?” Jimin continues

“What? No! Hes - hes not.”

“Then why can't you look at me?” he pushes

“Why are you avoiding looking into my eyes now? After I asked about your husband.”

You felt something get caught in your throat. Your sobs.

“You can tell me. You don't deserve a man like that.”

That was it, it broke the damn.

Choking on your sobs in front of this practical stranger was not how you thought learning about how to sculpt would go.

But why should it be any different from your life?

“If he's hurting you, you need to leave him Y/n.”

He called you by your name?

“I can't. He wont like that,”

“Why should that matter? What about you?”

“I wouldn't know how to do any work to get any money, i'd starve to death come winter time.”

“Then, come with me.”

“Run away with me”

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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 💜💜💜

Summary: After being caught lying and cheating, you're trapped by Jungkook and Taehyung. But you have a plan to get free.

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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Sugar Daddy turned sour

Request: Hi!!!! read all of ur works its all amazing cant believe ur new.. can i request for a yan sugar daddy taehyung x reader x yan sugar daddy jungkook. they found out that that y/n have 2 sugar daddies and they lost their sanity(as if they even have that)…Thank u and YOU GOOD,KEEP GOING💜💞💞💞💞😘😁

A/N: I don’t know how to post a reply to a personal message yet because I am new and Tumblr deficient 😅 But I hope you like the scenario ^-^ thanks for the request 💜

Here for Part 2

Summary: Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of non-con, assault, cheating, violence.

Yandere! Taehyung

Yandere! Jungkook

Sunday. Taehyungs day.

You open your webcam, checking your eyeliner quickly in the startup view as you wait for the Tae to pick up on the other side. He pops up quickly a beaming smile filling his face.

“Y/n! Baby, I’ve missed you.” He’s radiant. As happy and as bubbly he always is.

You go along listening to him excitedly run through his past few days, telling you everything in excruciating detail as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another. He may be an adult but he certainly has a young soul. The whole while you feign attention, your fingers continually fidgeting with the diamond necklace or the matching bracelet he had sent you a few weeks back.

“How was your weekend?” He finally gets around to asking.

“Not so good. I always have to work so much,“ You complain, batting your eyes at the camera.

“You could always quit and come live with me.” He jokes-but not really. It’s a topic he has raised 3 times already. And you have the same answer ready as always.

“Daddy, you know I’m a strong and independent woman. I could never let someone else pay for me.” You pout, running your tongue over your lower lip while pushing your chest up a little to draw attention. “It’s just my rent is so expensive. I feel like I work just to pay the bills.”

In truth, your rent is already being covered by someone else. But he doesn’t need to know that.

While you continue to run through the fabricated details of your weekend, Taehyung is distracted, looking down at his phone. You know what’s happening. It’s like a game. And you’re winning. Your banking app sends a notification, letting you know that K. Taehyung has just sent you a payment.

You open it up. Yep. That’s rent for the month. Or more, money for that new TV you wanted.

“Oh! Daddy, noo.” You whine down the camera. “You can’t. I am okay. Really. Please don’t spend your money on me.” You frown if only to stop the smile that is fighting to fill your face.

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Masterlist

Yandere Universe

This is for all 7 members. Each member has a different typical yandere characteristic and while their stories might be posted out of order, there is an ongoing plot for each member.

Request rules

OT7

Yandere Profiles

First Meeting

You don’t cum

You hit them

The perfect day

Mouthy

Hyung Line

Discipline- Hyung line: How and why would Yandere BTS punish you?

Jealous- Hyung line: Getting jealous when someone else tries to get between you your Yandere BTS.

Maknae Line

Discipline- Maknae line: How and why would Yandere BTS punish you?

Ambiguous Lines

You get pregnant (Nam-Jin-Kook)

You don’t speak (Mini-Rap line)

Alpha! Namjoon

Bus Stop: Having decided to leave Namjoon, you get as far as the bus stop before everything starts to unravel.

Lessons Learned: When you break his rules Namjoon isn’t going to let you go unpunished.

Restraint: Trying to make your boyfriend jealous with another guy is never a good idea. It’s an even worse idea when your boyfriend happens to be an Alpha.

King! Seokjin

Mercy: You want to save your friend from Seokjin even though you know how cruel his punishments can be.

Assassin! Yoongi

Thoughtless: Yoongi is, if nothing else, very consistent in letting you know that you’ve made him mad.

Prove it: After months locked away, you’re scared, sad and broken. But mostly you’re willing to do anything at all to keep it from happening again.

The Basement: Part one & Part two: For the first time ever there is someone else in the house with you and Yoongi. How could Yoongi expect you to resist speaking with him?

Unexpected: How Yoongi reacts to finding out you’re pregnant.

Vampire! Hoseok

Runaway: You’ve been dreaming of escape since the first day you met Hoseok and now the opportunity has finally arrived.

Tears: Hoseok loves to make you cry in pain, but he’s about to find out that he can hurt you with pleasure too.

Bitten to death: You thought you knew everything about Vampires but when you wake up one you learn there are some important things you did not know. And it’s only going to let worse once you learn why you were turned.

Playboy! Jimin

Jealousy: Wanting to get even and teach Jimin a lesson, you quickly learn that he isn’t one to share. Ever.

Little Lie: You just wanted to go to a party, but Jimin is determined to make sure everyone knows you are his.

Dom! Taehyung

Kiss: Not one to be jealous, Taehyung has a few ideas on how to make your night out with him a little more fun. However, he’s going to make sure you remember who’s in charge.

What are you?: You’ve finally decided you have to stop seeing Taehyung. You just hope he agrees to let you go.

Sauna: Taehyung always makes you wait on him, but he is going to make sure you learn that he should never have to wait on you.

Say Please: When he’s not giving you the attention you want, purposefully trying to provoke Taehyung might not be the smartest idea.

Mafia! Jungkook

Unintended Consequences: The first time you really see how terrifying Jungkook can be.

Play Pretend: When the chance comes to escape you’re are going to play it smart to make sure you get away.

Flirtatious: You wouldn’t think anyone would ever be stupid enough to hit on you while you were out with Jungkook. Unfortunately, someone was.

Intruders: A part of the OT7 Marfia BTS Series. When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn’t as invulnerable as you had thought.

Nothing more: You thought Jungkook couldn’t make your life any worse, but you were wrong. A poorly thought through escape attempt and too much vodka later, he is going to remind you that he can always make it worse.

Requests & More

For anything and everything Yandere Bangtan.

Sugar Daddy turned sour: Series. Taehyung and Jungkook. Juggling two guys and getting everything you want from them has always been easy for you, and Taehyung and Jungkook are no exception. Or so you thought.

Sugar Daddy turned sour 2: Series. Taehyung and Jungkook. After being caught lying and cheating, you’re trapped by Jungkook and Taehyung. But you have a plan to get free.

Mine: Jungkook. When another girl gets a little too comfortable with Jungkook your reaction’s a surprise to the both of you.

I’d Die Fighting: OT7 Series. Mafia BTS. Jimin. Pinned down by the cops, you know you’re the only one who can stop Jimin from getting himself killed.

Break In: OT7 Series. Mafia BTS. Namjoon. Terrifying men pulling you from your bed in the middle of the night? That’s just one of the hazards of dating Namjoon.

Deception: OT7 Series. Mafia BTS. Taehyung. When you agreed to help Bangtan take down one of their enemies, you never imagined it could go so wrong.

Family Affairs: OT7 Series. Mafia BTS. Yoongi. You’d tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he’d kill you. You just didn’t think it would be literal.

Cravings: OT7. Vampire BTS. Sure you got away. But you’re theirs. And they want you back.

One-shots

On your knees: Hard Yandere. Non-con. Kidnapper Jungkook. Jungkook only has one rule; that you don’t run away from him. Ever. So when you break that rule again, Jungkook isn’t going to show you any mercy.

Beg for it: Yandere. Heavy smut. Master Jimin. Jimin paid for you, he owns you and he can take whatever he wants. But taking is no fun. He would rather you beg for the privilege to be used by him. And he’s going to make sure you’re desperate enough to do it.

Ongoing

My Cruel Kidnapper: Hard Yandere. Non-con. Kidnapper Jungkook. He’s irrational, violent, terrifying and worst of all completely obsessed with you. Meet your cruel kidnapper.

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oppacifyme · 7 months

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you are so incredibly sweet, thank you for being so nice!!!!! 💜💜💜

I was wondering if you could write something related to Y/N running away, and when the yandere finds her she’s drunk and ends up slapping him in the face when he tries to get her back home? What would he do? I won’t stop you from writing what happens when they first get back home as well 👀 With jungkook please!

I’m so sorry for making this so long and I hope I’m doing it right 🥲 I also hope I didn’t make it too confusing, english isn’t my first language. Thank you!! 😄

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A/N: Thank you for your request chicky. The story really poured out, and I'm very happy with the result. All because of your incredible prompts. I hope you're happy with the story also. 💜💜💜

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Summary: You thought Jungkook couldn't make your life any worse, but you were wrong. A poorly thought through escape attempt and too much vodka later, he is going to remind you that he can always make it worse.

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, alcohol consumption, abuse, violence, non-con, anal, abduction, drowning.

Mafia! Jungkook

There was an opening, so you panicked. A mistakenly unlocked door and an unguarded gate were all it took for you to be bolting down the street in nothing but a pair of shorts and a singlet. No bra, no shoes, no money, nothing. Worst of all, you had no plan.

You were in a suburban area so you could run to any house on the street and have them call the cops. But how could you do that? You'd regularly seen officers in meetings with Jungkook. He owned so many of them. How could you be sure you wouldn't end up with one of his?

You were only a few dozen kilometres from your old campus. You could find your friends, or reach out to your family. But Jungkook would never let you. He knows who they are, and where they are. All of them. There's even a file. He's proudly shown it to you before. If he knew you went to them, if he thinks you told them anything, anything at all, he would kill them. You don't doubt it for a second. He would kill them, and in all likelihood, he would make you watch.

The last option you have is to just run. Hitchhike, steal, get as far away from here as possible. Get out of the country, somehow, and try to hide, try and start something that could be considered a new life. Honestly, though, that thought is just as fanciful as the others. You have no idea how you could stay off his radar. Even if with hitchhiking and sleeping on the street you could get across the border, then what? You don't know how to apply for a house, a job, a bank account, or anything without ID. Or how you would go about getting a fake ID. Or how you could possibly pay for that. He's left you with nothing and no one purposefully. If you run he would find you. And if he didn't kill you, he would surely make you wish he did.

An hour later of aimless running you've made your way to the national park. But there is nowhere to go. Nothing to do but to wait for him to find you.

Sitting on one of the benches, you're trying to hold it together but your sadness is overwhelming. You're crying into your knees when the faint sound of a cart catches your ear. Looking up and along the dimly lit path, there are two homeless men each with a trolly. One of them with a dog sitting up in his.

Approaching you tactfully they keep their distance while checking on you.

"You alright miss?" The older man with long hair and a beanie asks. He looks about your dad's age. Thinking that for a second makes you cry harder. The two men sharing a worried glance between them at your heightened distress. "You know it's not safe to be running around like this, alone." He gestures to your lack of suitable clothing.

"It's not safe anywhere." You sob. Not meaning to speak your mind.

"Oh yeah, I know that feeling," the mid-thirties man with army tags and the dog adds.

"Can we do anything to help? Do you want to talk?" The older man suggests.

Lowering your head you shake it.

"Do you wanna drink?" The other asks, holding out a cheap half-empty bottle of vodka.

A small closed-eyed smile pulls onto your face. Accepting a half-drunk bottle of alcohol from strange men in the middle of the night, alone in a park? It wouldn't be your worst decision today.

"Yes." you look up nodding, "Very much yes."

One of the men sits on the bench alongside you, and the younger sits on the ground. His dog laying in his lap. Slowly, the three of you hand the bottle around. You welcome the toxic taste knowing it's a small price to pay for feeling better.

Gradually as you drink the three of you start swapping war stories. The older man, John, lost everything in a divorce and then again to drug addiction. And the younger man, Mike, could never get on his feet after he came back from service. His mental health ruining every job he had. Listening to their tales filled with real-world problems, you feel absolutely paltry in comparison. But still, you share your woes.

"15. 16. One of those. All die-dead. All dead." You slur and stumble through your words. You've only been allowed to drink on Jungkook's say so, so your tolerance is shit. And it's hitting you a lot harder than the men. Taking another deep swig, your gag reflex kicks in, making you feel as if it's a good idea to pass the bottle along.

"Okay, but why?" John asks.

You shrug with most of your body. "I-don't-know. I was in the car. He just lined them all up and pow-pow-pow-pow-pow. All dead." you act out the very gruesome execution you saw Jungkook order.

"I get why you left then. Smart move." Mike rests his head on the dog, scratching under her chin. "Where you gonna go though?"

You shrug again, biting your lip firmly to fight off another wave of emotions. "I don't know. Nowhere. I'll just wait on this bench until Jungkook- ah, until he comes to find me. I didn't say his name. You didn't hear his name. Shh." You chortle, pressing your finger to your lips.

"I don't know if this is related," John says gesturing subtly down the path, "But those two guys have been sitting under that tree for a while. And they keep looking over."

Looking in the direction he motioned, it takes your eyes a moment to focus past the blaring light of the lamppost ahead of you. But there are two of Jungkook's men. That, or it's two guys in suits just chilling in a desolate park at night next to you and two homeless guys. Which is less likely.

"Ah shit, that was quick." you snort, looking at your empty wrist, that you normally don't wear a watch on anyway. "I don't know the time."

"It's a little after 01:00." Mike says.

"Ah, okay then it's been- it's been. I don't know what time I left." You tipsily laugh again, reaching for the vodka from John's hand. "Okay, last one." You slurp, holding the alcohol in your cheeks for too long because you're sure you're going to vomit if you swallow it. As it starts to burn your mouth tissue, you down it, your whole body shivering. "Uck." You hand it back to John with a forced smile. "You should go."

"We can wait here," Mike says, with John adamantly nodding.

"Nah, they prob-ly called him. It's better for you to go home."

"Come with us, there's a spot not too far that's sheltered. You won't get found there." Mike explains, standing.

"It doesn't feel right leaving you," John adds.

Leaning back on the bench you hold your arms out, laughing dryly. "He probably won't kill me. But- he'll defiantly kill you." you try again to shrug off the severe topic and your emotional build.

But as John's head flicks up spotting something across the pond, you look ahead seeing a blurred image of Jungkook walking around the trail towards you. Another three men on top of the original two joining him.

Now it's urgent.

"Seriously go," your face is numb but as much as possible you project the necessity of what you're saying. Thankfully they accept your warning. Mike lifts his dog into the cart and both he and John calmly but swiftly leave the way they came.

Jungkook is 20 meters from you by the time they are a hundred in the opposite direction, nearly out of sight. You roll your head forward your shoulders shaking as you silently giggle to yourself. It's all you can do to hold onto the endorphin high the alcohol is giving you.

A single set of footsteps continue along the pavement until you see a pair of boots on the floor in front of you.

"Who were you're friends?" Jungkook's gravelly voice as calm and eerily as ever, asks.

Rolling your head back up, you flop back into the seat. Your vision having a hard time fixing on him. "They were...trying to sell me stocks. Wallstreet guy'sa struggling at the moment. They all look homeless." You chuckle, amused by yourself and the absurdity of this situation.

Paying extra attention to him, Jungkook has the slightest evil grin on his face. Tilting his head a little as he watches you.

"So, what happens now?" you broadly push your hair aside with the backside of your arm.

"You're drunk."

"So."

"Let me get this straight, you thought while making me search for you and come out here to collect you, that you would also choose to get yourself hammered?"

"Why not?" You shrug, standing up wobbly. "Can't get any more in trouble."

"Is that what you think? Cause I think you might be wrong."

"Nah, that's it. Nothing else. No more cops. My family. Friends. I don't even have any anymore. But if I did, I don't and they're gone too." You're finding it hard to articulate, but your heart is aching right now. He's saying it can get worse, but really there isn't anything else he can take from you except your life.

Looking over your drunken ramblings Jungkook starts to chuckle. "Stupid litt-" he starts.

Your arm swings out, your open palm and wrist slapping the side of his face. Enraged by how callously he is acting and that he is laughing at your pain, you hit him. Smacking his head to the side with a solid clap.

"Don't laugh at me while I am talking." You point your finger up at his face, scolding him as his head stays stuck in the place it landed. "You took everything from me. I hate you." You swing and smack again. The angle of his head making it harder to aim. Only the tips of your fingers swatting his cheek. "Asshole," you mumble, stumbling back a step.

"Oh, my stupid. Little. Kitten." He snarls, his eyes burning with malignant intent. "I haven't taken everything from you yet, but I will before the night is over."

His own hand swings out and his open palm smacks the side of your head, knocking you over. His hand tangles in your hair at the same moment, curling and twisting further, dragging you in the direction of the pond.

There's a slight slope and when you get a few meters from the water he throws you forward, letting you stumble and crash, falling into the pool. It's not very deep, but falling on your hands and knees, it comes up to your back. Your head flicking backward gasping for air as you try to push yourself up. Jungkook follows in after you, his hand trapping into your hair as he stands in the water up to his calves. He rips your head back, making you sit on your knees.

"First we have to sober you up Y/n." He shoves you forward holding you under the water. You push and thrash. But the base of the pond is slimy and muddy and you can't get any grip. Just as your lungs burn and your head throbs he drags you upright, letting you breathe. Only to force you under another time. And the same as before, his weight is pressing you down and you can't brace yourself on anything. Reaching your limit you gasp in a mouthful of water, Jungkook yanking you up just before you are forced to take another.

Coughing, your body is convulsing trying to expel the water from your lungs and your stomach. Making you puke up a mouthful of bile, vodka, and pond water.

"Head working yet?" He leans over to watch your panicked expression. Your hands clinging into his pants desperate to stop him from drowning you again.

"M sor-" you splutter, severely winded and choked, unable to get control of your body. "Sorry," the word comes out as you heave and is barely complete but it's enough for Jungkook to understand.

"Not yet, you're not."

Hardly able to keep your legs under you, you are mostly hauled through the dirt as Jungkook, followed by his men, drags you to his car. You're dripping, dizzy, and shaking, and thrown into the trunk. Sealed into darkness. Tossing and squirming, feeling every bump and corner knocking you into the walls until finally the car stops. Your queasy stomach grateful for the stillness.

Outside the metal confines, you can hear muffled voices. You're scared right now, but it's only from not knowing. There truly isn't anything more he can do to you. As long as he isn't going to hurt anyone you care about, you can take anything he wants to do. He's done it all before.

After a lengthy stretch of silence, the boot opens. Jungkook's forceful unspoken demands getting you out of the car, throwing you against the outside of the garage door. With the unsteadiness of your legs, you fall down onto the driveway, hard.

It's only you and him. And the garden hose in his hand. Squeezing the trigger a sharp pressure of cold water shoots at you, making you squeal. Roughly he starts to tear at your clothes. Lifting your singlet overhead, he leaves you topless. His furious pulling at your shorts drags you along the pavement. The bare skin on your back scratching painfully. Doing it this way he's going to trawl you down to the gate sooner than they come off. Your own efforts help to remove them to stop yourself from being hurt further.

Now naked, Jungkook turns the hose on you again. Probably washing the mud and pond water away. Leaving you like a wet dog by the time he finishes.

But really, he's not finished. His wordless commands don't stop until he directs you to the bedroom. A streaked pile of his own soaking clothes trailing through the house. And by the time you hit the bed, he's down to his boxer briefs.

Using your legs to flip you over, he puts you onto your stomach, the blanket covers sticking to your skin as it absorbs the excess water. Laying still and desensitized, your mind is blank as you hear Jungkook busy around you. The cupboards open. The door closes and you hear the slightest crinkle of a condom foil being torn.

Eventually, the matress dips around your legs and he climbs onto the bed behind you as expected. Pressing on your calves, he brings your legs together. Keeping them shut with his knees on either side.

Kneading your butt, his hand's grip and grab at the muscles. Digging in excessively. But if fucking you is going to stop him from beating the hell out of you, then so be it. It's not like you have any say in it anyway.

Bringing your elbows into your chest, you hold your arms under you to prop yourself a little higher. The taut bunching of the bedding in your fists making your frustration remain subdued and out of mind.

Behind you, there is a snap of thick plastic. Sounding like a push cap. You're trying to not pay attention and to just give in, your alcoholic high having fully disappeared, but he is drawing the whole thing out, so your anxiety won't settle.

"I want you to remember, Y/n, you were the one who said that I couldn't take anything more from you." The spitefully spoken words are accompanied by his hands prizing apart your butt cheeks. A cold sensation pressing into your ass. Gasping as the shock, the pain, make you lurch forward.

A solid tug on your hips pulls you back into place and his thighs clamping around your legs keeps you there. The heel of his palm brutishly dug into the small of your back further restricting you. With only one hand now, he presses his thumb into your ass again. Your hips and body reactively clenching as you bite your teeth to stifle the scream that wants to erupt.

He really did want to find a way to prove you wrong.

The second hand comes off your back and you feel him pouring something cold down your ass. His hand moving away before his finger pushes back in. Deeper than before. Hurting more and in a way that you had never felt before.

Panic and pain bring back the tears you thought you had gotten rid of for the night. Making you cry as you whine through it. Releasing your hands from under you, you twist and wriggle. Reaching back in an inadequate attempt at resisting.

"No!" You sob, trying to push him off, to push him back with limited movement. "I'm sorry, I'm," the futility of your situation makes you cry harder. "Please. Don't."

To stop your struggle, to limit your movement, he drops his body down. His hand only pressing deeper inside as he does. The unfamiliar, frightening hurt worsens and makes you cry out.

"You think that hurts?" you can hear the smile in his tone as his breathy words brush against your ear. "If you keep fighting Kitten, you're gonna make me be mean and I'm gonna fuck you without lube. And then you'll really feel what pain is." All of his weight lays on top of you, smothering you into the blankets. Your arms and your legs losing their fight at his ruthless threat. "So behave, and don't you dare assume that I can't find more to take from you."

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