#it’s yandere jk but it’s getting SO SAD

[silv3rswirls]

Every day my new jk fic gets less creepy and more sad

[luv-gukkie]

★ little, naive thing ★

pairing: yandere! jeon jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: a small cuddle takes jungkook back down memory lane; a time where he could only admire your pretty-self from afar with a burning need to make you his, an idea your little boyfriend wasn’t so fond of.

word count: +4.8k

tags/warnings: cockwarming, boobie kisses, dom! jungkook, sub!reader, jungkook worships reader, he switches up real fast, size difference, smooches here and there, jungkook manhandles reader, he's possessive, degrading comments, public sex? (don't worry? no one catches them), jungkook gets into a fight, he hurts himself, manipulation, jk lies, talk about marriage ;), degrading comments, jungkook gets a tattoo of..., unprotected sex (don't be silly), reader was his first (for EVERYTHING), he's in love LOVE

notes: hope you enjoy it! i’ll try to post the small writing about yoongi soon :)

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"no, no, no, no!" jungkook yells with a small smile as his hands covered his face, acting as if he was sad. you sing out a little chant, sticking your tongue out at him. he can't help but hide his laugh at your taunts and the small dance you do behind his hands. you're so cute, jungkook thinks as he stares at you through the gap between his fingers. the playback of your pink character, cat peach, flashes through the television screen as it shows her first through the finish line seconds before tanooki mario, jungkook's character, crosses through it as well. he groans in pain, "i was so close." he can't believe how good you've gotten at mario kart 8. it's unbelievable how fast you've learned. "wanna know my secret?" you whisper softly as if there were people around you; even though both of you are alone in your shared apartment, with the only witnesses being bam, the big and strong doberman, and cinnabon, your cute, tiny bunny. the pair lay together (similar to jungkook and you) on bam's huge bed, cuddled into each other, hiding behind their floppy ears. with the same mischievous tone, jungkook whispers back, "i have to know." you smile before leaning in closer to his ear and before he knows it, he's backing away, tricked and played. jungkook covers his ear, recovering from your surprise shriek. you giggle at his reaction before going in to leave kisses on his face all around. "sorry", you giggle as he "tries" to get away from you, but it's impossible because you two sit together squished on a bean bag.

as he sees you laugh, memories with you flash through his mind. it takes him back to the start of his love to you; all the way in high school.

jungkook has never been social to begin with. he's always been a little timid and shy compared to others, but it didn't meant he couldn't experience the same things others his age were experiencing. puberty had hit him hard. jungkook had grown too fast over the heat of summer. his voice was no longer of a teenage boy, but one of a grown man. the change into manhood had girls confessing their admiration to him left and right, but he's never been too interested in starting a relationship in the first place. it's not until he landed his eyes onto dainty, little you.

jungkook remembers it was the first day of sophomore year, the summer had tanned him a bit from being a life guard at the public pool and he had grown his muscles. jungkook's eyes wandered around the new classroom, recognizing everyone's faces, but stammering at an almost unrecognizable face. the reddish lipgloss you wear shines on your plump lips, a slight blush on your cheeks and your eyelashes have darkened with mascara. it's clear that he's not the only one who's changed over the summer. your hair is styled perfectly with a nice hairstyle that makes it even cuter. but it's the glimmer in your eyes that attract him the most especially with that faint, flirtatious smile you put on as you smile at the boy who holds your hand. the realization hits jungkook, why the fuck are you holding that boy's hands? that boy probably didn't even know you existed last year so why were you giving him such a lovely look? he thinks he's been staring too long when the guy turns around to glare at him and sticks his middle finger out when you turn around to talk to your friend.

shit.

it would've been a whatever to jungkook, but now, he keeps seeing you everywhere since he's noticed you. and it's not fair that your fucking boyfriend follows you everywhere you go, always in your shadow and never not. and it's like your boyfriend feels notices the glances he throws at you and sends him nasty glares whenever he gets the chance. jungkook fucking hates his ass. hates how he's gotten obsessive over you when he barely knows you; when you don't even know him. he doesn't like the feeling really, but he can't ignore it either so he does everything he can to get the little lovebirds to separate for his sake. eventually a small little rumor breaks things apart and he can't help the little smile that breaks free when the gossip he started reaches his ears. its times like this when jungkook is thankful to the loudmouths his classmates have. and it's like the heavens heard of his prayers when in no time, he had you in his grasp for life.

you don't even find out about jungkook being hurt until your lunch time. the whispers of jungkook's name are loud and seem true enough that you dash out when you hear a short version of the story. you're over the top worried for jungkook. your heart hurts, your eyes are blurring up and sweat is building up on your forehead as you get nearer to the nurse's office. when you find him sitting with a bandages across his arms and hand, fists bloodied and his nose still slightly dripping with blood. and even as the dark bruises are hurting him, red running down his nose and his arms onto the once white bandages, he runs to you with a call of your name and a helpless expression on his face. you let out a painful sob at his delicate form, "jungkookie, this is all my fault. i'm so sorry, you shouldn't be like this." jungkook doesn't deny your claims, tearing into your neck as his arms hug your waist in a tight embrace. you promise to take care of him and you do by spending every single second next to him, making sure he's not hurting. not noticing the sly smile he had on each time you turned around because of how his dumb little girlfriend didn't realize the blood on him wasn't his, but of your ex-boyfriend.

you ignore your ex. can't stand thinking about that stupid idiot, much less seeing him so you make a clear decision to avoid him or anything that has to do with him. sharing your decision with your friends so that they don't even speak of his existence. your blood boils at the fact that he dared to throw insults and then hurt jungkook, provoking you further. unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend was stuck spending his time in the hospital. so it comes to your surprise when you do see him, his arm is in a cast along with his nose covered in white with bruises surrounding it. he's practically limping with each step he takes. when you two make eye contact, your eyes fidget to your phone to tried to avoid him. ignorance that's made harder when he decides to call after you. you're firm as you continue walking but turn around soon after, when you hear the crutches hitting the floor behind each step you take. he whispers about how you should leave jungkook; that there's something wrong with him. but the annoyed look you give him tells him you won't. "leave me alone," is the only thing you utter and before you know it, he's taking your hand as your about to leave and leaning in closer. "___, he's fucking crazy." the terrified look in his eyes is more than enough to scare you, but you're distracted when your eyes spot jungkook's pained ones.

you don’t hesitate to run after jungkook, leaving your ex behind in a hopeless state. you're not able to catch up, but following the sound of his footsteps is good enough to lead you to the back of the school. "jungkook?" you shout for him, wondering where he was. "why are you fucking talking to him?" his harsh tone has you in a ruined state in no time. jungkook has never talked to you in such a way, your mind tells you it's all your fault he's like this. you go to hug him, but all he does is move back and you notice that the tears in his eyes are gone.

jungkook doesn't like what he saw at all. all your words are nothing to him right now; all he feels is anger and jealousy in him. "talking to that piece of shit after he talked bad about you, after he fucking attacked me." he gulps before continuing with a lower tone, "baby, is there absolutely nothing in that pretty little head of yours? you let him hold your hand even after everything. you let him touch what doesn't belong to him." you're crying at this point, telling jungkook that it meant nothing and you only have eyes for him. it's in that moment a light bulb goes on in his head; he's got you right where he wants you. "prove it." his demand confuses you, a small "how?" leaves your lips. you follow his gaze before realizing what he wanted. "will you forgive me?" you question, the hope evident in your mellow tone. "of course, baby." you're about to get down on your knees before he stops you, "nuh uh, pretty," his fingers playing around with the necklace he gave you, "it's something else that i want. c'mon you got this, put two and two together." a mocking tone as he talks to you in a childlike manner. it's in that moment that you realize where both of you still are: school. you don't know how the information left your head, but you shake your head at jungkook. "we're still at school kook, anyone could see us and we could get in trouble." you speak softly, hoping he agrees with you. your palms feel sweaty at his request. it's like a switch-up when he stays quiet for a while, different to how he acted minutes ago but you don't notice. you watch as his bandaged hand tugs a couple of hairs behind your ear.

jungkook wipes his nose with the same bandaged fist that's covered in blood and his bangs slightly reveal the dark purple bruise on his forehead. "please." he begs with a soft voice and with his pretty eyes, you're convinced enough. you just can't deny him, especially after he fought for you; because of you. jungkook got hurt to protect you from that idiot you once called your boyfriend, and you can't help but blame yourself for it. jungkook ruined his reputation for a stupid fight. it's all your fault, so you let him get closer to you. you let him back you up into the hidden corner outside of the school. you wrap your small hands around his neck and let him kiss you. jungkook pushes you into him, his tongue is quick to explore your own. his saliva drips onto your lips and leaves it all messy. his fingers go to unbutton your white button shirt, undoing the blue collar. "you're so pretty, ___." he whines as he licks up your neck in a hurry and sucks it with need until pinkish skin is shown and teeth marks are left. it doesn't help him that the school uniform looks so good on you. the thigh high blue socks the schools requires only feeds on to his desires. and to top it off, you have to wear a blue (mini-looking) skirt with the basically transparent button shirt. and he can't forget the little decorations that you add on, which only fuels his fantasy to have you under him. a little red bow you add on to your hair and the jewelry you add on to your wrist and neck. especially the one that's wrapped around your neck, a sparkling j in the center.

a clear memory goes through jungkook when he raises the skirt he loves on you because it's not the first time he's gotten a peak at what you hide under that skirt; he's seen it multiple times, even before you two started going out but you don't have to know that. he knows he shouldn't have looked, but you wouldn't have minded. would you? either way, he couldn't help it. jungkook's eyes wandered when he was around you. he would ignore the arm that wrapped around your waist (the douche bag you called your boyfriend) and stare hard as fantasies played in his head. he loves the way your tits are so tight in that stupid shirt. he knows he's a pervert for gawking so hard at your ass when you walk pass him, or sometimes taking a peek at what hides underneath. but, he also wished that it was him that was hugging you and kissing you. it would be his dream come true. and maybe, it was just his luck when he saw your panties as you tripped on some rubbish on the ground. thinking that no one was around, you stayed on the ground for a while; whimpering in pain, knees scraped and legs apart, giving jungkook the perfect view of your covered pussy. you didn't wear shorts underneath your skirt, it's like you wanted him to see you in such an intimate way. he swore he felt drool falling out of the corners of his mouth at the sight. he couldn't stop staring (and definitely couldn't forget) at how your body was spread apart on the ground. jungkook doesn't remember how long he stood there before coming to help you, meanwhile trying to hide the hard-on that was growing in frustration. jungkook definitely had luck on his side that day, because soon after, both of you would start to hang out more. it was enough time to indulge your mind and heart.

when you both started dating, you both sat next to each other in almost all your classes. you let his hands play with the trim of your skirt and caress your upper thigh whenever he wanted. ignoring how each time his fingers inched closer to your panties. you were so nice to him. whenever you bent over the slightest, your skirt was basically hanging off your hips, revealing your cute little panties. and now he gets to see them all over again. "shit," he groans at the ache in his cock. you were so enticing with your white panties and the little bow right on the center that he'll never get tired of. but jungkook's too desperate, so he is quick to tug down the flimsy material. quickly choosing to hide it away in his pockets. breath stuttering at your bare, wet cunt. "___, you're so fucking pretty." his finger slides against your slit, immediately getting soaked. his thumb is quick to follow towards your clit, pinching and teasing it until he hears you start to whimper. he turns to you around to place a messy kiss on your lips, tongue dipping in to touch your own as he takes off his pants desperately. his cock is bulging and has left a mess in his boxers, but he pushes it down.

a sigh leaves his lips when his cock stands straight, hitting his abdomen. you don't even get a look before he turns you again and bends you against the brick wall. you feel your heart pound in your chest. "kookie, anyone could find us," you stutter out, a small glob escaping your gaping hole. 'cute', is all he thinks before pressing his hot cock head against your cunt. "shit baby, i have to bend my knees to reach you," he snickers out loud. he can't help the grin that escapes him out of the realization; you're so small compared to him. his shadow completely covers you under him, his hands are huge compared to yours and he can carry you like you're nothing. he's about to press in when you ask if he has a condom. it makes jungkook remember his trip to the pharmacy days before, staring at the pack of condoms he was going to take as he left the store. it brings back the sick pleasure he had then, the need to fuck you raw and full of him. he stands back to his full stature as he softly whispers an apology that he didn't have a single one. he feels slightly angered at the silence you give him, but you wouldn't know because you face the other way. "s' okay kookie i guess." he taunts you in his head, annoyed that you had him standing with a hard cock like an idiot just to ask him for stupid things.

it's already a painful feeling as he pumps his cock. the slit on his tip has precum dribble out. so in return he chooses not to bend down to your height. his hands grip harder onto your hips, the pressure causing you to fuss and arch your back in response. a shriek of his name and a desperate attempt to hold onto the wall distracts you as he lifts you up to the height of his hips by wrapping one arm around your stomach. his other hand directs his drooling cock head into your pussy. as he forces his dick in, your mouth widens as a silent moan escapes you. the tip of his cock is thick and hot. you can hear him pant heavily, calling you sweet names as he watches with heavy eyes as he keeps pushing in until his hips meet your own and the tip shoves right up against your womb.

you can feel tears in your eyes at the way his fat cock is nestled deep inside your cunt. the veins that run down him are perfect and his length excites you. jungkook curses silently as he sees his cock getting drenched off the globs of your slimy slick. he's speechless on how good your pussy feels, surprised he's not busting a nut so far. all he knows is that he'd get on his knees over and over to get just a look at your cunt. it doesn't help that you're practically hanging off his cock, back bending so beautifully to reach him, while your tits are begging to spill out your half-opened shirt. it makes him smug knowing that you could fall if he simply let go of your hips. your legs are dangling mid-air as he fucks you deep and slow for the couple first thrusts before completely switching into a different pace. he feels heavy inside your cunt. all you can think about is him, each time jungkook rams his cock head directly into your sweet spot.

your tiny mouth lets out the dirtiest sultry noises he's ever heard. you sob about how his cock is too big. "kookie," you wail as his cock easily pokes and pushes against your sweet spot and cervix at the same time. you feel the heat from his angry tip that oozes out more chunks of precum, reminding you that he isn't wearing a condom. but you're left dumb with your eyes rolled back when his fingers tease your bud in a hurried pace. jungkook feels your walls squeeze tight on him and it causes a throaty groan to leave his lips. "wet my cock, my pretty baby" he mutters. you shake as jungkook continues stretching your pussy hole out. and with an airless moan, you squirt your juices on his abdomen and the base of his cock. his eyes fill with curiosity at the wetness he feels leak all down his cock and thighs. "s-so perfect for me. little hole gonna be gaping when i leave it. gonna stuff you full of me, isn't that want you want? my little dumb girlfriend wants me to fill her with my cum." jungkook can't help but moan at how your pussy swallows him whole, accepting every inch of him in your hot walls even if he's bigger than you can handle. "gonna be my cock sleeve, perfect for it. wet, little cunt s' clenching around me like a bitch in heat."

he feels the heat crawl up to his face, and it doesn't help that the sweat on his forehead makes his hair stick to his face. he smells your perfume as it begins to stick on him and he fucking loves it. loves that he can grab a full fist of your hair and the only thing you'll do is cry out his name and wet his cock over and over as he goes faster. jungkook leans down to place sloppy kisses down your back, nearing your ear to whisper dirty words that have your cunt clenching tighter around him. the moans you let loose are loud and messy, forgetting your still in school. "people should see how good my baby takes cock, can't compare with no one else, right?" a question you don't answer, or can barely make out with how loud your ass smacks against him. "pussy so filthy and tight, ready to take my cock at anytime and anywhere." you're about to release all over again when jungkook stops to slowly pull back his hips. you whine in frustration, but soon forget when he drags his cock back into your cunt, making sure you feel each vein and curve.

the breathy whines you let out almost drown out the lewd squelches of the bottom of his shaft meeting your bare pussy. jungkook can't hold back the huff, "oh, fuck yes. cute cunt leaking just for me, sucking me right back in," his jaw clenches at how wet you are. each time he sank further, his pace began to pick up with an impatient desire to fuck you harder. "my good girlfriend, s' pretty when she's desperate for cock, my cock." he says mockingly.

"i'm gonna cum," you gasp out with each word. jungkook's fingers make their way to your lips, passing them to reach your tongue. "me too," is all he says before pulling out once more to turn you around and place you right back on his cock. "you look s' fucked out, baby," he whispers with a smug smile on his face, "pussy gonna be nice and stuffed with my cum, yeah?" he's quick to connect your lips together as you squirt from the overstimulation, hiding his desperate groans. you feel his cock spill warm loads of his cum inside you. small curses coming out of his mouth as he continues to runt against you, slobs of cum still leaking into you. you moan at the globs of cum slide down your inner thighs and onto the ground. his voice is soft when he talks to you and carefully holds you onto him. "you're so good to me; my good girlfriend, yeah?" he ignores the way you trace his dark bruises and brushes your hair out. he'll never let that stupid fuck get close to you again. it's not that he's scared of him, but rather of what nonsense he's gonna say. it's best if you don't know that jungkook started the fight, that he went home and hurt himself to make the bruises etched into his skin; smacking his head against the wall until he bled and couldn't think of anything but you and slammed one of his dad's metal tools against his hands to have you next to him, cause jungkook would really do anything for you.

"jungkook, what are you thinking about?" your voice breaks him out of train of thought, "about us." he responds without hesitation, because really, when is he not. his hands rub your waist, slowly taking you onto his lap. you smile at him and it's like he's in love all over again with you. and he hopes you feel the same as he takes his left hand into yours, "i want us to be together forever, ___." you watch the way his doe eyes show you all the love he has for you. you're lucky you've always had jungkook be this affectionate. he's always willing to take you out to a restaurant on late nights, picnics almost every week during the summer, and it's always refreshing to be with him. never once has he failed you, so you can't help the heart-warming feeling in you right now, watching a smile break through his face when you agree with him. "i've loved you from the very start, and i can't wait until we start a new chapter together," he pauses for a while, holding you tighter against his chest, "and you know that i've always wanted to put a ring on your finger, and if you're ready, i'll be more than happy to give you any ring you want." your lips find their way to his as you kiss him with everything you have, "i love you jungkook."

he doesn't even have a chance to respond before you're kissing him again, because you know that he does love you. it's in his eyes; his smile; in everything he does. you're shown love through every gesture he does, like the tattoo he surprised you with last week. big, pretty letters that are deeply inked into the skin of his chest for eternity. these pretty letters that make your name and are surrounded by the soft-feathered wings of beautiful angels. his tattooed hands dig into your hips, angling you on top of his hardened cock. his hand grabbing your jaw, squishing your cheeks and lips as you move your loose shorts to the side. with a harsh tug, jungkook's sweatpants end up at his knees. there's a big pearl of precum on his head, slightly leaking down his base. at the sight, you feel your cunt pulse. jungkook's hands massage your ass as he makes his way back up to unclip your bra. jungkook pumps his cock with your hands, cooing at how small they are. he pushes himself inside your swollen cunt, and it's hard to control himself when your tiny cunt violently clamps around his thick base, taking all of him in. you're moaning desperately into his ear distracting him from your painted nails leaving deep red marks on his abdomen. his lips wrap themselves around you tits, leaving trails of saliva behind before kissing the spots.

"faster, kookie," you cry out as you feel your orgasm at the pit of your stomach. your ass repeatedly meets his pelvis with a burning pain. you're begging for release when his thumb plays with your nub and his mouth is sucking your tits. "little hole dripping all around me, ain't that right baby," a shaky gasp he lets out while his cock makes you reach your high. tears roll down your cheeks at the overstimulation when he grinds himself into your sopping cunt. "gonna make a mess in this pussy," he groans before shoving his warm load deep inside your sore cunt. a little gasp escapes your mouth at how stuffed your tummy is.

just as your hands begin to slide off his shoulders, ready to fix yourself up, jungkook pulls you in close enough that your chest is touching his. you can't even speak when he begins to softly pound into your spent pussy which has you whimpering. there's a cocky grin on his face that you want to wipe off, but it's hard when your oversensitivity makes you weak. with a faint call of his name, jungkook finally halts his sensual motions with a replaced giddy smile, "i love having you in my arms."

as the minutes past, he takes note of your sleepy head dozing off into his neck. jungkook envelopes you into a cozy cuddle as he watches the blarring tv whilst his racing mind drags on with repeated memories of the past; haunting reminders that should never be brought up. he digs his head into your hair, fingers gently kneading into your scalp making his beating heart calm its pace. everything he's done was for you. the thing is jungkook can't limit himself when he's around you. it's a suffocating feeling that indulges every ounce of his body. it fills him with a need to protect you, and it makes him go mad in the head sometimes. it causes him to commit foolish acts of violence against those who he thinks have a role in your life. though, he's gotten better with the persistent idea of becoming a better man for you; a better future husband; a better future father. jungkook's lips turn up at the ends at the sleepy noises you make. "i love you."

[back2bluesidex]

J-Hope Fic Recommendations (18+)

If you are already following me for quite some time then you should know that I am a massive masochist and I like to torture myself by reading and writing angsty stories. So, most of the stories that I recommended are angsty as well (might as well have sad endings). So please carefully read the warnings before proceeding. Have a happy reading.

And please don't expect much from me. There are several other rec lists far better than mine. The only motive I had behind creating this list to promote some of the stories, which I think are very underrated. especially angsty ones. These stories are beautifully written so.. I just wanted to let the authors know how phenomenal of a job they have done (As a writer myself I know how much this actually means). Thanks to these amazing writers and I am grateful that they decided to share their work here with us.

[Minors please stay away from my blog!]

Key: F - Fluff, A- Angst, S- Smut, Y- Yandere, *- Personal Favorite

Oneshots

1. Ash from his fire by @filmcrystal - A, implied S, cheating au

It will break your heart so please proceed with caution.

2. Forbidden Fruit by @deepdarkdelights - A, Y

This one deals with several triggering topics. Hence, read the warnings carefully. But I can say that you will love this twisted mafia Hoseok way too much!

3. Shadows by @borathae - A, exes au

One of the most underrated stories I have ever read! Yeah, it is very angsty and Hoseok is so cruel but... we all are masochist here. lmao!

4. Heaven sent by @aquagustd - A, F, S, f2l au

Sexy soccer player Hoseok is just another name for perfection.

5. Bound by @explicit-tae - S, kinda f2l

Talk abut BDSM! GOOOD Sweet Lord!!!

6. Jigsaw by @sunshinejunghoseokie - A *

I remembered crying after reading this one. So damn underrated that it physically hurts me!!

7. Delta Disorder by @bangtanintotheroom Y, S, Supernatural au

I don't usually read supernatural stuff but this demon Hoseok is way too sexy to skip!

8. Systems of Touch by @yeoldontknow - S, F, tiny A, S2l au

Beautifully written! The author used 100% of their capabilities to write this one. Perfectly drawn Professor Hoseok with a very attractive character of reader. Certainly a treat to read.

9. 2:00 AM by @likeastarstar - A, fuckbuddy Hoseok

Part of a series but can be read as a standalone. and Hoseok is a dick in this.

10. Love Quarrels by @mirahuyooo - A, F, mafia au

A cold yet soft mafia husband Hoseok chases behind his angry wife... could there be anything better than that?

11. The Hook Up ft. JK by @minisugakoobies - S

A little bit of a triangle.. but not love? if that makes sense.

12. Entelechy by @drmflm - suggestive (I believe)

Can't call this one angst and neither is this about Hoseok (he is there, don't worry). This one is more about the reader and her growth and it's beautiful.

13. Orgasms on the verge of a nervous breakdown by @sluttyandere - S, Y *

This is very dark and quite triggering, so please don't read unless you can handle those stuff.

14. For the night by @aseaofyoongi - A, S

I cried. that's all.

15. We Shouldn't by @beahae - S **

Hands down to one of my most favourite Hoseok smuts ever!!! This one has a Jimin follow-up so make sure to read that too.

16. Real or not real by @nmjoo-n - A, S, F **

Again one of the most exquisite Hoseok fics I have ever read!

17. Checkmate by @sunshinejoon - A, S

This was supposed to have a sequel but it is perfect regardless.

18. Do I wanna know - @yoongiphoria - A, f2? ****

Now, MJ knows how much I love this one. I often read this story and I never ever get bored of it! I love this to the core and you should too!

19. Scrap - @silv3rswirls - A, Y, S

Dark and sexy. Read the warnings carefully please.

20. It's a Promise by @sahmfanficbts - S, A, Arranged marriage au

Just read it.

21. Three by @hamsterclaw - S

Again.. VERY UNDERRATED!

22. Wonderwall by @kiara-ish - A with an open ending

Might not be for the faint hearted.

23. Infatuated by @bangtanfancamp - F

If you like high school love au then this one is for you.

24. Constellations of You by @persphonesorchid - S, F, established relationship au

This is so domestic that my heart almost exploded while reading!!

25. Burning flames or paradise by @/yoongiphoria - A, tiny f ****

MJ does magic.... that's all I can say.

26. Alone again by @archivedkookie - A, F

I loooove these kinds of stories. Just the right amount of despair with the right amount of hope... beautiful.

27. Feeling Good by @bonvoyagenoona - A, S

Everything I write about this will fall short.. so I will just shut up and let you enjoy the goodness.

28. Distracted by @dilfhoseokie - S

Ahem..

29. Drink Champaign in my airplane by @/bangtanintotheroom - F, S, F2l

Perfectly embodies a rich hot CEO friend Hoseok... a fun read.

30. Keynote by @missgeniality - S **********

MY MOST FAVORITE HOSEOK ONESHOT TO EXIST IN THE PLANET. yeah.. (this has a follow-up but I like this one better)

Series

The thing is that I don't usually read series. I just don't have that patience. So this list is pretty small and forgive me for that.

1. Transference by @dark-muse-iris - A, S, F, S2l *********************

[Completed]

I wasn't the same after reading this. I can't talk about this trantric therapist Hoseok, 'cause I will never shut up if I start.

2. Kanalia by @xjoonchildx - A, S, f (?) *********************

[Ongoing]

Honestly, who isn't a sucker for Lord Jung? You must be sick if you are not. (On a side note.. Kanalia is keeping me alive from jumping off trains on tough days)

3. Guarded by @/xjoonchildx - A, S, F, S2l

[Completed]

Mafia Hoseok with dogtags. I think that's enough of an introduction.

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Can you write a fanfic of yandere jk or taehyung with reader as their daughter in law whose husband can't get her pregnant because he is suffering from Azoospermia (low sperm count) but their family is really strict about continuing their family line, as he is their only son so jk or tae decided to take matter into their own hand. Please consider this!! I am really looking forward to it.

Hey!! Omg I found writing this so fun, I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it! I couldn’t decide on Jk or Tae lol I’m indecisive as fuck.

Tae|JK

Word count: 2k +

Genre + warnings: smut drabble- minors DNI. Smut, angst, unprotected sex, breeding, daddy kink, yandere, infidelity, taboo, forceful, dominance, praise kink, he kind of takes advantage of her??? But consensual

Updated: pt.2 here

“Shhh, you’re doing good sweetheart”

You would have never thought you’d hear those words come out of your father-in-laws mouth, matter of fact you never thought he’d be fucking you in the same room you share with your husband.

When your husband told you about his situation, you couldn’t help but to feel overwhelmed with so many emotions. You sat on your bed crying your eyes out at the situation you and your husband were in. Although it was a personal situation between you and your husband, it also meant that his family line had a low chance of continuing, and you knew how strict his parents were about that. You was currently somewhat home alone, your husband having stormed out and wanting some alone time and his mother out for a dinner with her friends. His father was probably somewhere in his office like he is most of the time.

You muffle your cry with your hand, tears staining your burgundy night dress as you lay back and let your cries sing you to sleep.

During the night after a long and stressful phone call with his son does your father-in-law walk into your room to see you asleep in your dress, bare thighs exposed for his wondering eyes to see. His cock hardens just from the sight of your ass peaking out from under your dress.

You look so innocent and sad. Hurt and lonely. If only you knew of the things he could provide for you. He’d never let you lay here alone, tears staining your cheeks.

He was already furious with his son, yes the situation not being his son’s fault at all, but now he had to take things into his own hands for the sake of continuing his family line. He would never admit it was also a reason to fuck you. Something he’s been longing for since his son brought you to their home. He had an infatuation with you. He’d touch himself just thinking about your pussy wrapped around his cock. The fact that you was so innocent and oblivious to his intentions made him all the more crazed. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to fuck you, it was a miracle waiting to happen.

He reaches the bed, your below him unaware of his cock that hardens in his black slacks. His large hand caresses your leg, feeling the goosebumps that appear instantly. He smiles when your eyes flutter open, his hand coming up to your cheek to softly stroke it.

“I’m here” he coos, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do” you admit. Your eyes watering again just from the mention of the situation. You stare up at him with your wet eyelashes, and all he can think about is how you would look watching him as he shoves his cock down your throat. He knew he’s being insensitive towards the situation, but he can’t help himself to think these thoughts when he’s around you.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll sort it out” you sniff at his reassuring words. It’s as if you’re talking to your husband right now. The resemblance is so uncanny. The tears that stream down your face are wiped away by his fingers, his suggestive words of, “I know, I know” and “come here” calm you down a bit.

You scoot closer to him, unaware of his intentions as his hands creep up your dress towards your bare pussy. You sniff, holding back a moan as his fingers brush against your wet folds.

“Let me make everything better” his lips brush against your neck. You nod, biting your lip as his finger enters you.

So tight and wet, just as he expected.

His finger works its way in and out of you, his eyes on you as you continue to breathe heavily at the use of his fingers. As much as he wants to continue this, his main goal is to fuck you. To breed you matter of fact. He can’t wait to fill you up, to feel your bare pussy wrapped around his cock as he fucks you. He was pissed that his son had gotten to you first. But he’d be the actual one to breed you and that was more than he can ask for.

“Lay back for me love” he urges, too eager to stretch you out with his cock.

You comply, dress bunched up as you scoot back on the bed. His tall frame leaning over you as he watches you in awe. Your bare pussy open for him to see. It glistening under the dim bedroom lights from your wetness. What he would do to taste you, but he knows he has priorities. Hopefully another day.

His hand moves your legs apart, properly exposing you for his hungry eyes to see. He eagerly unbuckles his belt and allows his cock to breathe from the tight space it was in in his slacks.

He strokes his cock along your folds, collecting your juices before he lets his tip enter your tight pussy. It’s like the air is sucked out of you when the rest of his big, hard cock enters you. Stretching you out just like he wanted. It pushes into you and you lay there wondering how much more of him is left, you can barely take what is left inside you.

Tight.

So tight.

Every inch that pushes into you, stretches you out so gracefully you’re a whimpering mess. He grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. His strokes becoming more hard and fast as you adjust to his size.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he coos.

He can’t believe how good you feel. Your walls closing around him with every stroke. Your tight walls gripping around him has him ready to risk it all. He never knew just how addicting you could be. He’s so eager to fuck you. As each whimper leaves your lips, his hips move at a more forceful speed. He’s unable to hold himself back and he’s not even ashamed of it. He’s not sure if this is the only time he’ll get to fuck you so he wants to make the most out of it before this night comes to an end.

“Shhh, you’re doing good sweetheart”

Your breasts fight to spill out of your dress as his thrusts cause your body to jolt.

You cry.

You cry because of the sting you feel caused by his cock stretching you out. The pleasure you feel making it almost unbearable for you to take any more. His strokes so precise and officiant that your moans turn into cries all together.

You cry because you feel guilty, but it’s too good to stop now.

He sees you cry and wonders why. He’s aware that he’s taken advantage of your weakness, you being fragile has allowed him to take advantage of this situation, and he’s happy that he did. His dreams and fantasies coming true.

“It’s okay, daddy’s got you”

His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away your tears before he leans down and grabs your thighs, lifting you up with his cock still inside you.

“Please ugh” you choke out as his hands grip onto your ass, lowering you down his long hard length. You try to lift yourself up, unable to take him, but he just lowers you back down at a quicker speed.

“P-please I can’t” his cock continues to penetrate you which leaves you gasping for air, tears still running down your cheeks as he completely takes over.

Your pussy is soaking, running down your thigh and onto his pelvis. The slushing sounds you create prove that.

“Look at how you take my cock so well” his neck bends down slightly to capture your breast in his mouth as he sucks on it. You let out a moan, your pussy clenching around him causing his moves to falter.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he nips at your nipple which causes you to yelp in surprise, especially when he slaps your ass.

He throws you back on the bed. Your dress barely covering your body anymore as your breast spill out from it, the dress bunched up around your waist exposing your lower half to him. You’re a panting mess, not knowing what he’s going to do next as he slowly walks over to the bed, dark eyes watching you like you’re his prey.

“Lay on your stomach and arch your back for me princess”

If only he could have you in every position known to man, he would in a heartbeat. He wants to fuck you in every position his son has had you in. However, time is of the essence.

But when you lay before him, face down ass up, your head resting on your silk bed cover and hands placed helplessly in front of you as he enters you from behind, does he battle with himself to risk everything. Your bare pussy and ass exposed for him to see, and oh was it a sight. He’d only imagined what you’d look like bent over for him, but now he has the honor of having you for the night. His strokes are slow and precise. He’s managing to hit every spot so gracefully it already has your knees ready to give out. His large hands rest on each side of your ass, guiding your ass towards his hard length.

You whimper when he enters you again and again with more force. The way his fingers dance along your bare back have your toes curling and you wonder if you’ll be able to recover from tonight. He readjusts your dress so that it slightly covers your ass, but it only slides back down your back with every move he makes. The way you feel wrapped so tightly around him has him ready to risk it all, your juices coating his cock with every stroke while you grip around him.

“You’re such a good girl, hmm?” He bites his bottom lip as he watches his cock go in and out of you, your pussy gripping onto him in ways that make his head spin. His cock can’t even go all the way in, he chuckles to himself at the thought of you whimpering when he hasn’t even got all of him in you. Your moans and whimpers are like music to his ears, encouraging him to fuck you recklessly.

“Such a good girl letting daddy fuck you like this”.

Your arms stretch out in front of you grasping onto your covers in a somewhat pathetic attempt to relieve yourself from his thrusts. You try to escape, moving your hips forward but with his firm grip on your hips, you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t run, show me that you can take it”

You’re sensitive and overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you’re receiving, with the added force it’s a whole new experience for you. You’ve never been fucked like this, even by your husband. You’re unsure if you should even be thinking about him right now with his father fucking you as recklessly as this.

Your moans are muffled by the bed covers , your grip on them tightening as you can feel him in your stomach. Your orgasm is quickly approaching with each thrust. It’s when he grunts and slaps your ass that has you weak, but when he rubs your puckered hole with his thumb, that’s when you lose what’s left of your composure. You start mumbling your words, edging further and further up the bed as you try to escape his cock that continuously rams into you. Pussy clenching as your orgasm subsides, you yelp out when you become overly sensitive.

“Please please please, i”

He pushes you down by your back, forcing you to lay on your stomach, his hand grabs your hips adjusting them so your ass is slightly up. You’re silent as he slowers his pace, providing you with slow strokes that have you lost for words. You’re sure you’re going to cum again. He watches as his cock disappears in you. He can watch you take him all day.

“You’re so wet sweetheart, look at you” you feel his hands grabbing your wrists and holding them in place as he is positioned on top of you, him sliding into you from behind. You’re so fucked out you can’t utter a full sentence, just mumbles and whimpers. He’s so big and he’s stretching you out completely. You’re tired and are surprised that you’re able to take him let alone take him for this long. You collapse on the bed, knees giving out causing you to be laid flat out on the bed. He holds his cock, guiding it in and out of you, watching as your juices mix with your cream coating the base of his cock.

“Fuck y/n” he looks up at the ceiling trying to prolong his orgasm that he knows is approaching. He doesn’t want this to end just yet, but the way you lay in-front of him, your sensitive pussy stretching around him, he knows he’s close.

You both continue in that position, his grunts continuing as he uses both arms to keep himself up. A slap to your ass is delivered before he tells you to turn around. You comply chest rising as you watch him guide his cock along with your entrance. He watches you with low eyes, as you watch him back. Your breaths in sync as you wait for him to slide it back in. And he does, so slowly it’s almost agonising. You both watch as he enters you, you can’t believe how big he is. He stops when he’s mostly inside of you, his hand holding the rest of his length as he guides it in and out. He closes his eyes for a moment, unable to watch your eyes and your lips and the way your face is still stained in tears. You’re intoxicating.

He lifts your legs up so they are both in the air, allowing him more excess to your pussy. What a sight it is, the way it’s swollen and glistens before him. The way it wraps around him so perfectly he’s sure your pussy was made just for him.

He watches you with so much intensity that your eyes flutter closed. “Open them for me, I want you to watch” you nod watching him before you look down and watch each thrust.

You know he’s close when his thrust become more intense, he shoves his cock deep inside you not caring about your sensitivity. His skin collides with yours, creating no room for you to escape his thick length. You can’t believe that your orgasm is approaching again, you don’t know how much more you can take, you’re already fucked out.

His eyes never leave yours, the intensity and lust behind them, and the way he’s buried deep inside you causes shivers to run down your spine as your legs shake. “Good girl, let it out, let it out” he coos as he strokes your cheek.

It all becomes too much for you, your words and breath stuck in your throat. You feel everything so intensely.

“Shh, you got it. Im almost there”

And with a few more strokes, he is because you feel his cock twitch and a warm liquid engulf you. “Fuuuck”. He continues for a moment, riding out his orgasm. Eventually he pulls out, and you both watch as his load drips out from inside of you. He hold his dick in his hand and allows his red sensitive tip to rub against your hole, his cum coating his tip. “Look at that” he smirks.

“I told you I’d make everything better”

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a bleeding bruise

╰┈➤ synopsis — Two failures have unfolded tonight. A failed escape attempt on your part, and a punishment that leaves more lasting damage then the boys had expected. 

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!vminkook x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 4.2k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, violence, assault, verbal abuse, injury, strong language, angst, jk’s a bit of a jerk :(

ੈ♡₊˚｡ over to ⇢ pt.2

“NO! NO! PLEASE STOP! I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!” Shrill screams suffocate the silence. Your useless pleas are ignored as three men carry you back to where you belong. “I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, PLE-”

“BE QUIET!” Jungkook muffles your crying with the palm of his hand. He masks his words with anger to hide his anguish. Your tears create a hole in his heart.

Three sets of hands grasp you tightly. Their rough grip leaves raw imprints onto your wrists and waist. You try to squirm under their hold, and it works for a second when you free your legs to try and kick at them. In the end the struggling creates more problems when Taehyung tears you apart from the others and throws you over his shoulder.

You pound your fists against his back and continue begging to be let go. Pathetic pleas of ‘Please let me go,’ ‘I’ll be good now,’ or ‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ fall down to the forest floor. Your punches grow more panicked and as you fight through your fury, Jimin grabs your wrists to stop you.

“Stop hurting him.” He pleads with you in a gentle tone. He’s two seconds away from bursting into tears, but he chokes his cries back by begging. “I love you, I love you, why can’t you make this easy.” His hushes are spoken as they continue to walk. 

Small crystals begin to fall from the sky. Your own crying is muted by Taehyung’s sweater. Your sadness leaves stains that he’ll have to worry about later.

While Jungkook leads the way back to the house, Jimin mutters pretty prayers that you won’t hate them after this punishment. He strokes your hanging head and says, “This is for the better, you’ll understand once it’s over.”

Jungkook successfully navigates your way through the forest and the backyard of your home peeks out of the treeline. Once you step out under the protection of the bristles and branches, the rain begins to leave you drenched. It’s an uncomfortably cold wetness that makes you shift atop Taehyung’s shoulder. Jimin and Taehyung lead you to the middle of the backyard and you’re lifted off Tae’s shoulder to stand on two feet.

You shiver against Taehyung’s chest. He holds you tightly to him with his gentle hands holding your hips. His touch doesn’t hurt, but it’s strong enough to let you know you won’t be able to get away again. He stares straight ahead to where Jungkook walks away back into the house. An anxious feeling buries its way into your bones once you pick up on his nervous ticks. He shifts his weight and tugs you tighter against him. His jaw is clenched, keeping secrets stored about what sort of punishment you’ll be subject to. Despite being so close, he keeps his distance. Usually so affectionate, now he doesn’t make a move to melt into you. He keeps his head up against the rain and doesn’t spare you a single look.

Jimin can barely contain the nervous jitters that jostle him. His uneasy eyes switch between you and Jungkook’s figure now emerging from the house. He carries cold chains that hang over his shoulders and wrap around his wrists. They’re so long that the excess drags down behind him. 

The sight of the chains instills an instant panic. You tremble against Taehyung’s touch and forget how to breathe when Jungkook’s footsteps get closer. Shocked by a sudden rush of adrenaline, you strike Taehyung in the gut and turn to run. You only make it a few steps before you’re forced to the ground. Jimin slams into you and you fall face-first into the cement. He catches your arms as they thrash about and holds them in a vice-grip. Taking your wrists with one hand, he reaches down to your waist and flips you over. 

The next thing you see is Taehyung in front of your face. He straddles over you with his knees restraining your legs. His hands slide up to your shoulders, staring at you with dead eyes. 

You’re forced away from Taehyung’s gaze when Jungkook tugs at your hair, turning your eyes up to focus on him. 

“If you want to act like an ungrateful bitch, then we’ll treat you like one.” The venom he spits strikes your heart. It stings to be subject to his twisted tongue. Cruel words collide with their punches. The cold chain wrapped around your leg is the only thing keeping you connected with the world. You’re so sure that if you didn’t have this steel tether, you’d be beaten down to hell by the heat of their attacks. 

You’re struck with kicks and punches from one while another assaults you with rotten words. Someone else is settled at your side, holding down your body despite your stillness. 

You blocked out most of their beating. Seeing those loveless eyes sent you into isolation. The bleeding and bruising so overwhelming that you ended up running away from your mind. Yet, you remember the rain. It cried alongside you, relentless and cruel. Your focus found the sky and stayed there until they were done. 

A semi-silence wraps itself around the four of you. Only small pants for breathe and soft sobbing are audible. The rain blends into the background as you focus on the three men that now stand above you. It’s so dark out you can hardly see their faces. Black borders surround your shaking body and stare. You now realize that this midnight madness has come to an end. 

You now sit as a sobbing mess under the crying sky. The rain ricochets off your beaten body. Rain and tears fall forever; all sorrow is soaked back into the earth. The cold air kisses all the skin you have to spare. The metal chain wrapped around your leg clanks together due to your violent shaking. 

No matter how much the cold bites at your back, your heart feels more frostbitten. You can barely even feel the phantom kicks and punches anymore. Your mind only replays the memories of them turning their backs as you beg.

Did you really go too far? Did you fuck up so badly that life will be even more tortuous than before? Even if you hated them for stealing your freedom and feelings away, at least they loved you. They showed you kindness and empathy. Such curious killers that haven’t shown you any animosity since they stole you away. 

Each raindrop that falls rips into your heart even further. This punishment is proof of your wrongdoing. You don’t even care about the beating at this point, you only yearn to be loved. To be caressed and cradled with care. Do they still love you? Can you prove to them that you can be better than this, that you will be better. Even a hopeless situation can feel the opposite when love turns your attention the other way.

You hadn’t even felt scared when they began to cut and kick you. You deserved it didn’t you? How selfish of you to keep denying these soulmates your love. They’ve given everything they have to make you happy and you went and threw it in the trash. 

You don’t want to suffer any more. Maybe making the best out of this broken life will bring better days.

As you lay lifeless on the pavement, scarlet sorrows spill out of you. It covers the concrete and coats every inch of your existence. As you fall under sleeps spell, you dream of three men. You imagine a man with black hair holding you close. The second fights off the rain with an air of annoyance. And the final illusion soothes away your sadness.

Taehyung finds himself trying to fight off the darkness that suffocates him. The house is too silent and still. It makes him anxious. He wants to peek out the window to check the damage they’ve done, but Jimin grabs his shoulder and guides him upstairs. A dark despair stains the cream carpet as he slowly makes his way upstairs. Jimin and Jungkook drag themselves ahead of him. A heavy weight holds them down. Their shoulders slump and their smiles sag. 

So slowly, they remove their shoes as they continue their steps and throw them every which way. Soaked shirts and wet pants are quickly taken off.

“We’ll just leave her like that for a little bit.” Jungkook mumbles with an exhausted expression. “Once we warm up and clean off we can go back and get her.”

“Isn’t that too long?” Jimin holds hesitance between two lips. His eyebrows frown and he purses his lips in pain. Everything about Jimin shows he’s doubting his decisions. He already began to regret his actions once the rain relapsed. 

“She has to realize there’s consequences for her dumb decisions.” Jungkook stares into Jimin and his tired teary eyes give away everything. “I love her too and I don’t like hurting her. But we can’t let her think she can try running away whenever she wants.”

“But what if she just ends up hating us even more.” Jimins words tremble with terror. Shining streaks start to fall off his face as he fails to hold back his tears.

Taehyung turns Jimin towards him and rubs his shoulder as an attempt to soothe him. “She just has to learn her lesson. Then we’ll rush right back out and fix everything. We’ll clean her cuts and warm her up,” Taehyung tilts his head to look Jimin in the eyes. “It’ll be okay.” 

No one says anything about the lie that leaves Taehyung’s lips. Hopeless words slide down a throat better when they’re coated in honey. Three men tell each other little lies to keep themselves from collapsing. However, they can only float in a fool’s paradise for so long before they come crashing down. 

As the three men take turns in the shower, a sick sense of guilt begins to smother them. A cold chill creeps into their bones that not even a sweltering shower can wash away. 

An hour has passed by before they decide your punishment has reached its end. The clock strikes 2 and three sets of feet stumble over each other. Everyone trying to be the first to erase their terrible torment. The boys scramble down the stairs, only tripping two times in the restless race. 

They pick you up off the pavement and you welcome their warmth in the rain. 

You cling to Jimin like an extra layer of clothes; he holds you in his arms with a warm welcome. He tugs you closer to his chest, small squeezes and sniffles fill in the silence. In an awkward position, Jimin shuffles the both of you into the house and upstairs with Taehyung leading the way. Jungkook trails closely behind, shushing your cries and smoothing down your hair. 

They don’t speak about the pain and punishment other than the consistent mumbles of ‘I’m sorry.’ 

Your silence scares them. Somehow, it feels easier to be faced with your hatred and indifference than nothing at all. Although, they still hang on to a small sliver of hope that they haven’t lost you yet. They can see the subtle way you grasp onto Jimin’s jacket; holding on with white knuckles as if it’s a lifeline. There’s a shimmer of sadness in your eyes, bordering on bittersweet emotions. They can tell you’re hanging onto the same fated string as them. The four of you have nothing but hope. 

These three men don’t know how to be gentle. They’re love is rough and full of risks. And you don’t know how to be docile. You’d weren’t made to shrink down smaller just so they can control you. But when you reach the bathroom and they tell you to sit, you obey so easily. This change is for the better. The first step to an easier life. Four fated fools that all long for love. Stripping away the pieces of singularity to forcibly fit the puzzle. 

You’re sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter. Taehyung sat at your side to keep you company. Jungkook and Jimin have wandered off to wherever they went. Most likely getting stacks of medical supplies. Taehyung takes your hand and rests his head on your shoulder. You lean back against the mirror, screwing your eyes closed when another sharp sting of pain presses into your side. Taehyung gives a squeeze to the hand he’s holding, silently begging the boys to hurry up. As if they heard his prayers, Jungkook and Jimin reach the bathroom in record time. Jimin takes a seat on the toilet while Jungkook rummages through the first aid kit. 

The small boy at your side lays his head down on your leg. His tears sink into your soaked blue jeans. Anxieties taste like acid on his tongue. And when he leaves lingering kisses to the cuts that litter your legs, that tainted taste is now blurred with blood. He wears your crimson carnage like lipstick. The blood smeared all across his face. Attempting to drown out your pain with passion. His kisses then crawl upwards. Coming close to the cuts on your stomach that Jungkook is stitching up. Every time you wince from the needle stabbing into your skin, Tae and Jimin take turns trying to distract you. 

While Jungkook cleans up your cuts, he asks the others to tend to your bruises. Taehyung takes the ointment from Jungkook’s open hands. He takes a generous amount and mixes it around, efficiently warming it up. Heartbroken bruises burn against his tender touch. The tiniest of touches burns through your bones. A small gasp that stumbles out of your lips causes him to still. He stares at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to tell him to continue. 

Through clenched teeth you mumble a weak, “Keep going.” He hesitates but abides by your words. He traces your bruises with the tips of his fingers, leaving behind hearts that beg for forgiveness. He stares at your scarlet stained features while he trails shapes up your hips and along your arms. A look of pain is plastered on your face. He shares your sadness, taking each tear that escapes your eyes as another stab of torment. 

Jungkook stands between your legs. He works with a deep set determination. Diligent and dangerous with how he handles the needle. He’s quick with every stitch, cursing under his breath every time you pull back in pain. And every so often, when a scarce cry escapes you, he lets his hand slip. Stabbing his skin ever so slightly to feel even an inkling of the pain he’s caused you. Putting pressure on the cut and combining your blood with his. 

Jungkook tries to keep you as steady as possible while he puts together the pieces of their destruction. He lets you lean into Taehyung’s chest and be tainted with touches by Jimin. He doesn’t have time to envy their affections. So, he keeps on stitching, doing the dirty work when the others can’t bear the burden. 

Taehyung and Jimin wrap you in white bandages. You lay limply against Jungkook. Breathing shallow breaths and whispering into his ear, “Do you still love me?”

Jungkook could cry right there. Break down in the bathroom under the weight of his wrongdoing. He can’t hide his emotions when it comes to you. He struggles to stay strong. Hot tears trail down his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping the teardrops will come to a stop. 

“How could you ever think that?” His voice shakes under ultimate sadness. “I love you more than you can imagine. So much so that it makes me sick, and I can’t stand the thought of you ever leaving me. Leaving us.” He raises his hand to run through your hair. Gently pushing your face down to sit on his shoulder. Away from his face and naive to the sobs he tries to stifle. 

When they finish fixing you up, you’re held together by silver string and rotten, red kisses. Taehyung pulls you off the counter and cradles you close to his heart. He carries you to the bedroom and doesn’t let go even when you’ve already reached the bed. He sits you on his lap and watches as the other two rush around him. In a frantic frenzy, they rush to turn off the lights (leaving on the bedside lamp), bundle you in blankets, and grab a dry change of clothes. 

When Jungkook can’t seem to find your clothes fast enough, Taehyung takes matters into his own hands. Sliding off his shirt and slipping it over your shoulders. He then works to slide off your drenched jeans. He leaves your legs bare but covers you in a burden of blankets. Tucking in the corners and tying you up tight. 

Jimin enters the room with water and what seems to be small pills. He kneels down in front of you, his hand resting on your knee and holding out a remedy.

“Take these,” he drops the pills into your empty palm, “and drink some water to wash them down.” You pop the pills into your mouth one by one, washing them down with the water. 

Once everything starts to settle, silence shushes the room and darkness bleeds in through the blinds. You all begin to feel the remnants of your adrenaline-rush. An uneasy exhaustion sticks to your skin. You crawl under the covers and seek solace in their embrace. 

Taehyung drags his fingertips over the skin of your spine. A gentle touch that attempts to settle your shivers and sooth your sadness. The movements are slow, and he distracts himself by counting each indent his fingers reach. He’s cautious to avoid the cuts and bruises, still fresh and fragile. He repeats this motion for many minutes as a way to take both your minds off everything. 

Taehyung doesn’t like to think back on the events that unfolded only hours ago. Your betrayal and beating are tucked away behind blinds in the darkest parts of him. Taehyung tucks away his turmoil and sinks into the sheets. He shimmies down deeper into the mass of blankets and bodies. He hopes tomorrow won’t turn out as terrible as today; wishing on a star that you’ll begin to settle into your new life with new lovers. If you never love them like they want, then you’ll just have to learn how. Playing pretend in a dollhouse made for demons. 

The silence is split by Jungkook’s concern, “Baby? Are you sure you’re okay?” After the damage they’ve done he feels the need to double check everything. 

Your mouth is sealed shut. The words you want to speak stick to your insides. You settle for a small nod against Taehyung’s shoulder. The youngest man outstretches his hand to stroke your hair. With such softness, he presses your head into the pillow. He then makes himself more comfortable, sliding into the sheets and slotting himself in between Taehyung’s touch, and the wall. He does so without lifting the hand that holds your head. 

“You’re tired aren’t you? Just try to fall asleep. We’ll be watching over you, don’t worry.” You give a grunt in response. Taehyung’s silent strokes are sending you to sleep, and Jungkook’s fingers running through your hair finally set your heart at ease. Your tiredness takes over and dizzy dreams dance in the distance. 

Before you fall asleep, Taehyung tells you one last thing, “I’m sorry we hurt you… I’m sorry we’re so selfish… But we can’t let you go.”

You wake during a wilted sunrise. Pink clouds are beaten bloody leaving bloodstains to soak the sky. The red tint of the light lingers above you. The blinds allow just the slightest sliver of sunshine into the room.

Your tired eyes struggle to see in the dark. Fighting off the fatigue only takes a minute or two before clarity can calm you. You drag your head up higher on Taehyung's chest, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. He sleeps soundly under the scarlet sunrise. Short puffs of air tickle your nose whenever he takes a breath.

You look over to your left and see that Jungkook is also a slave to slumber. His youthful features appear worn and weary even in his sleep.

Even if you can’t check behind you to see, you can only assume that Jimin hasn’t woken up from your movement. As his body had sunken into soft slumber, his weight seemed to have doubled. Heavy limbs are draped over you with a possessive person that lags behind. This burden begins to grow painful as your fresh bruises blossom in irritation. You shift closer to Tae, trying to escape the pressure that piles on top of you. When you move only a millimeter to the left, you’re stuck with a sudden pain that leaves you paralyzed. Shot with an icy wave of shock, you struggle to suck in a single breath. A crippling pain swarms in your stomach. It stirs up a sickness that threatens to spill out of you. You slap a hand to your mouth, forcing the feeling back down. 

Once the nausea wanes away, the ache in your abdomen appears to triple. You attempt to stifle a sob, but you should have known that any slight discomfort from you is bound to be discovered. Jungkook begins to stir from the subtle noise. 

He can feel you trembling under his touch. Your name falls from his lips in pure panic. His eyes search your body for any signs of harm. His hands ghost over the bruises that are turning blue. A frown forms when looking at the white bandages that cover the cuts he caused. When he can’t find anything out of the ordinary, he switches his sight to stare right into your eyes. “Is it hurting again? Is it the bruises or the cuts?” Concern chokes him. Sin and shame sting like a venom in his veins. 

You’re still struggling to take control of your tears. Hiding them with your hands and biting back your cries. Jungkook grows more anxious with each second that wastes away. “What do you need? Anything, anything at all. How can I help?” He reaches out to remove your hands in front of your face. 

A fit of coughing chokes you. Jungkook acts fast, sitting up to steady you. His hands almost hover, afraid to cause you anymore harm. But when a second round of coughing and crying starts up, he takes you in his arms. The rapid movements rouse Taehyung from his slumber. His words are slurred with sleep when he asks “Are you okay?” and “What’s happening?” Neither you nor Jungkook answer him. 

Your agony is over spilt and you start coughing all over again. A silver taste mixes with your saliva. “Jungkook,” A tremor takes over your tone. “Jungkook, it hurts.” 

“I know, baby. I know. But where does it hurt?” He runs his rough hands along your back. Settling the shivers that trail up your spine. He shushes your cries and tilts your head up to him. He stares into the saddest sight he’s ever seen. Red-rimmed eyes, pathetic whimpers of pain, and a bottom lip so bitten it’s bleeding. He feels an ache in his chest at your pitiful appearance. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from in between your teeth. 

It’s at this time when Taehyung starts to shake off the effects of a deep sleep. He sits up and leans against your back. One arm is used to steady himself while the other wraps around your waist. His fingers are tied up with the bottom of your (his) shirt. He fidgets with the fabric, trying to focus his mind on anything other than the sounds of your sobbing. He tucks his head over your shoulder and squeezes you a little tighter. 

“It’s my stomach that hurts. I think I might throw up.” At your words, Taehyung loosens up his grip. Instead, he sticks his hand under your shirt to soothe your stomach. He draws circles with his thumb and follows Jungkook’s lead. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom then.” Jungkook pulls you up, letting you lean on him as he prepares to take you to the bathroom. Taehyung trails behind, struggling with the sheets tied around his legs.

“Jimin,” Tae shakes the man rather roughly. “Wake up. Sweethearts not feeling well.” He doesn’t wait for his friend to wake, too restless at the thought of you injured and too far for comfort. He rushes out of the room and stumbles upon a sight he wishes he didn’t have to see. 

Blood burns through your throat and the next thing you know scarlet is being spilt onto the tile. You share a shaky look with both boys, tears lining all your eyes. Red runs down your lips and stains your shirt. As you stare at Taehyung, scared out of your skin, he can’t help but think that his selfish, lovesick soul will be the cause of your demise.

© cybsoo2 2024, all rights reserved

[yankpop]

Yandere BTS: Punishment - Maknae Line

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes that includes yandere/dark. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. 

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic/Unhealthy Relations; Implied Kidnapping (Jimin/Jk) ; Violence.  

AN: Hope you guys like it 💖 Let me know!

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Jimin

“No, no, no, please… Jimin, please!” you desperately plead, fear striking deep as his hand slowly stalks towards your ankle, his fingers teasing the soft skin with a cruel smirk on his lips at watching your reaction.

“Oh, baby, where’s the tough girl attitude now? Gone?”

You keep your lips tightly closed, eyes wide open, anxious over what is coming. 

“So sad, I was enjoying seeing you pretend to be someone that you clearly aren’t.” Jimin pouts his lips, mimicking a baby voice as he makes fun of you. 

But immediately his amusement soon dies, the smile scarily slipping from his face as irritation replaces it.

You hate how bipolar Jimin seems at times. 

“You should've never - never - had gone against my word. Had you been a good girl to me, there would be no need to be putten back into your place."

"But you’re a stupid, dumb girl.” he spits to your face as his fingers dangerously narrow around your ankle, making you wince in distress. 

You shake your head, eyes watering with silent pleas that go by ignored. 

“Bad girls don’t deserve rewards. They deserve pain. That’s what you deserve, you little bitch.” 

An ear-curdling scream escapes from your lips as Jimin snaps your ankle, the bone cracking with a sickening sound.   

“I wanna see how far you will run away from me with a broken foot.”

V

Access denied. 

You almost choke when the notification shows up. It can’t be real. It’s a glitch or a mistake.

It has to be. 

But no matter how many times you log into your bank account, the app warning is the same. 

You simply don’t have access to the money in the bank account. Your own money. 

You’re so distraught by this that you don’t even notice Taehyung leaning against the door, eyes carefully seeing you. 

“I suppose you’ve discovered it.”

You look up, a frown on your face. 

“The bank… my account... it’s not-”

“I cut your access to it.” the words leave his mouth as if it’s no big deal. 

“What? Why? It’s my money!” your voice wavers when he raises his brows, slightly annoyed at your burst. 

“And you’re my girlfriend, so your money is mine too.” Taehyung solemnly declares, tongue poking in his cheek. 

Your mouth drops open at his words. A flame of anger ignites inside you, only to be quickly smothered underneath his hard gaze.

“You need to-”

“No, you need to start behaving like you actually have a brain in that head of yours.” he interrupts you, raising his voice above yours, shutting you down. “You’re nothing without me. You can’t even control your own life, let alone your bank account.”

Taehyung’s tone gets meaner with every step he takes, slowly moving forwards towards you. 

“Anyways, why do you even need money if I’m here to provide for you, babe? You need me and nothing else.”

Jungkook

A pained cry escapes your lips as the belt roughly connects with your sore ass. Your hand grip the sheets tighter, pain spreading through your back, making it harder to ignore.

The deep breaths you attempt to take are a failed exercise that doesn't help you at all, if anything it only makes your pain worse. 

“This one is for lying to me.” Jungkook declares, voice filled with contained anger. You can only cry as the skin of your arse burns, sobbing when he twists your wrist to keep you from writhing around. 

Another sharp hit has you burying your face into the bed sheets, muffling down your sobs. But you’re still able to hear him speak. 

“This one is for betraying my trust.” 

“This one is for being disrespectful to me.”

“This one is for spitting on my face.”

By the time Jungkook is finally over with the punishment, you’re dissolved into a complete mess of tears and snot, shaking and flinching at every movement you take. 

Your ass is literally on fire, the skin too sensitive to handle the punishment you just received. 

He pushes your limp body against his, forcing you into an unwanted hug. Jungkook presses a loving kiss to your sweaty forehead, humming as you cry. 

“You know that I didn’t want to do this, right? But you gave me no other option, love. If you had behaved, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s your own fault.” 

His tattooed hand gently pushes some hairs out of your wet cheek. 

“Hopefully you’ve learnt your lesson, babe. Cause I don’t mind repeating this punishment.” 

[corysfavoritetoenail]

sfw/nsfw klaus mikaelson headcanons

(keep in mind i had a feminine reader in mind but no gender was specified until the nsfw)

tw: (sfw)mentions stalking(briefly no yandere shit), (nsfw)reader is called a good girl, has breast and a vagina.

sfw

°even before you got to know the soft side of klaus he’d constantly try to flirt with you

°when he realized flirting wasn’t helping he stopped a decided to play the nice guy approach(meaning constantly spoiling you with his riches)

°he’d buy you pretty dresses, jewelry, flowers, food

°klaus loves stalking, whether it be a girl he’s into or his enemies, he likes knowing what your up to but elijah raised him to be(somewhat) respectful

°he only watches over you when you leave your house to make sure you make it back safely

°one day you left your house to go meet with bonnie and elena at the grill and a stray tuxedo cat approached you. klaus watched as you awed and adored the cat softly petting its fur. he saw how sad you looked when you had to leave the cat to deal with a vampire emergency that had nothing to do with you.

°the next morning you heard a knock at the door but when you checked outside there was nobody but that same tuxedo cat with a pretty pink bow around her neck and a note that read “please adopt me”. although it did feel weird you shrugged it off welcoming your new furry companion.

°you never knew who was sending you these gifts until you received an invitation to the mikaelson ball with writing on the back asking you to save klaus a dance, along with a pretty blue gown and gloves.

°you decided to go to confront him, he’s been sending you expensive gifts for a while and he’s also been harrasing and almost killing your friends for a while

°the moment you step into the lockwood mansion and lock eyes with him it seemed different than the other times you looked at him. maybe it was the suit, or the slicked back hair, or the fact that the chandelier lighting was making his eyes look soft and beautiful.

°you were baffled when you confronted him.

“why have you been sending me anonymous gifts for weeks?”

“because you’re as gorgeous as a queen and deserve to be spoiled as such. but if it bothers you i will stop.”

°that was the moment your perspective of klaus changed. you guys began going on walks together and having deep conversations and you slowly started falling for klaus.

°he continued to send you gifts and it made you feel bad that you haven’t gotten him anything. so you saved up all your checks you’ve received from working at mystic grill and bought klaus a small silver necklace with a wolf charm attached to it.

°once you gifted to him he cried(jk he cried on the inside) but seriously he deeply appreciated it although he kindly lectured you about spending your hard earned money on him.

°he was so touched and when you explained to him it was to repay him for all the gifts you’ve received from him he was assured you were the one for him. and asked you out right on the spot.

°since that day you guys have been inseparable.

now onto the spicy shit

°klaus is a giver and a damn good one

°gives you the best sex, the best head, the best orgasms, while still giving you an emotional connection

°this man is a god at dirty talk and foreplay no one can tell me otherwise

“ssh love i know it’s a lot, but i know my good girl can take it”

“just like that -fuck- keep going princess”

“mm baby you sound so angelic”

°this man will give you head at any moment! but for his sake demand that shit. nothing gets this man harder than you bossing him around and putting his face where you need him the most!

°being one of the eldest vampires this man has lots of experience, even as a mortal he had game

°he’s always willing to try any position that’ll make you happy but he loves missionary.

°he loves watching the different faces you make as you moan, he loves watching your eyes roll back and you mouth hang open, the feeling of your thigh trembling, your gentle pushes on his pelvis when it’s too much

°loves scattering marks all over you as much as he loves drinking blood

°your neck, your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your arms, your breast, no where is safe from his mouth

°don’t be afraid to tell klaus exactly what you like or want he’s tried everything, he’d be excited if you come up with something new to him

°no threesomes! anything involving sharing you he cannot do. he’s a selfish man wants you all to himself. he doesn’t even like you going outside but he tolerates it because you’re always with him

°praise him! call him handsome, call him a good boy, tell him how good he’s making you feel.

°he’s not use to being praised and will melt in your arms but if he’s really worked up that day your praise will go straight to his head and you’ll receive a good vampire speed fuck.

°the first time you called him a good boy he came immediately. poor boy wasn’t used to the praise, just thinking about being your good boy made him hard all over again

°he definitely overworked you that night

°gives amazing aftercare, he feels bad everytime no matter if it’s a quickie or if you’re making love because he’s bound to drill the shit out your pussy

°he plants kisses on your sore skin, if your really tired and can’t get up he’ll bring you water and clean you up before you sleep

°doesn’t fall asleep until you do, places a soft kiss to your forehead everytime before he eventually sleeps besides you.

(this is my first official post on tumblr, i still have to figure ts out lol. honest feedback is always welcomed! if you enjoyed this headcannon reblog please🙄. but i honestly think i’m officially retired from wattpad but im still trying to write and keep my creativity going. so any suggestions or prompts are appreciated.)

[aajjks]

Mommy Issues (IV)

synopsis. They wanted you, they needed you.

pairing. yandere!single dad!jungkook x fem!reader.

warnings. yändêrê bêhãvïöür, 0 tö ä 100 rêäl quïck, ängst, jk ïs kïnda än äss ïn thïs, mänïpülätïön, dëprëssïon, mëntïöns of vïöliêncè.

note. hello y’all. 😳 umm it’s surely been a while… but here’s another update, enjoy! and please share your feedback and thoughts! also send in asks for mi characters as well. AND PLZ DONT FORGET ABOUT MI KOO.

series masterlist.

taglist: @mageprincess7 @bids97 @saltandsugaa @minshookie29 @oppa-agust-d @sugarvenomlit @jinat8mydumplings82 @bloombaekhyun @peach-olic @multifandombishthatlovekth @vcutvante @minshookie29 @douknowbts @xjiminsthighsx @knjkitten @bruisedscrewedandtattooed @koocreampie @kooksmataec @monijeon @swaneffects @dragons-flare @dragonjimin @illnevertrustmyselfagain @itsjust2am @vicki1031 @burnahtsw @fjssk @jamacaicanxbarbie [will tag more people later!]

Jungkook regrets saying that out loud because now you’re gonna think that he’s a creep, or definitely a weirdo. You’re staring at him completely caught off guard and he doesn’t blame you.

But before he can overthink and let his anxiety take over, because of how creeped out you must be at his remark, why did he even say that out loud it was unnecessary… you give him a small smile, and all of his nerves immediately calm down. The effect that you have on him… he’s so in love with you.

“U-Uh I’m so sorry how inappropriate of me… yeah, I remember not in the school, right.. Ms yn I’m so sorry.” Jungkook looks down in his lap, but all he sees is Jeon Seol staring back at his father, with a confused look in his Bambi eyes, even though there’s no no one left except for him, you and his son he still feels really bad because you must feel really uncomfortable.

“Well..” you clear your throat, “I don’t think there’s anything in particular that I need to tell you about the progress of his studies because he’s doing good in them but behavior wise,” your smile, fades a little and you’re all serious now, he notices every inch of your expression.

You look concerned.

“you don’t have to worry about Seol getting lost in the school the assistant teacher will take care of him because there is something that I need to discuss with you about him in private.”

Jungkook looks at you with confusion, because what possibly could you be telling him that you need Seol out of the room for?

“I-Is everything all right?” Jungkook stutters out, his nerves are back once again. You don’t say anything and that just scares me one more because what did his five year old do for you to be so serious? But jungkook has got your hint and he whispers something in his son’s ear before Seol runs off.

You sigh before saying, “Mr. jeon.. I’m a little concerned.”

“On Thursday, Seol punched a student because he said I loved him more than Seol.” You cross your arms across your chest. Your demeanor has completely shifted and you look so serious.

Damn, you look really hot- he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even listen to what you’re saying that is until the word punched settles in his brain.

“what? W-What?” he’s so confused right now. Jungkook cannot believe that his five-year-old punched someone. “Uhh what?” Dumbfounded he asks you once again.

“Yes… the child was even bleeding…” you shake your head, “as his teacher, I feel like I failed him because he wasn’t an aggressive violent child..” Jungkook doesn’t like the way you get a little sad.

No, it’s not your fault.

“Mr Jeon.. he’s a little possessive… for a five-year-old I don’t think that’s healthy… I mean I love him with all my heart I love all my students, but.. it seems like he wants me to only love him.”

Jungkook wants to scoff. And what is so wrong with that? Yeah he shouldn’t have punched the kid, but the kid must’ve instigated him. But he decides to keep his expressions neutral.

“Is everything all right? you’re his parent and I think it’s my responsibility to let you know everything about him.” The way you speak is so tender, so professional and gentle, but he feels a little pissed off.

You have left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“A-Are you saying that you don’t love him? Or that he’s got a problem?” His could you- can’t you see you’re breaking jungkooks heart right now?

“If only he had a mother…” he sighs, sadly.

Jungkook nods, coughing so he can clear his throat, he doesn’t want to come off as mean, but.. he cannot help it anymore.

“I understand… I think that my son has misunderstood you.” He begins, as he gets closer to your face. “he has confused your role in his life, I’m so sorry for that, but the truth is that he sees you as his mother-rather than a teacher and..” he takes a breath, “you’re not his mother. You’re just his teacher.” He barely manages to resist Make sure that his tone is appropriate.

And you’re speechless.

He immediately sees a change in your expressions and your mouth is a little wide when you hear him say that. “ I’ll make sure that he understands that and he will never do it again I am so sorry.” Jungkook smiles, Before he leans back in the chair.

“I’ll even apologize to the boys parents.” Jungkook just wants to get away from you now, first his father and now you.

This is the worst day ever.

And tomorrow he has to meet his father. Someone kill him.

“can I go now? Also, please could you tell me the boys name?” He is not speaking to you with a smile. As you tell him the boys name and his parents names, he can tell that you’re almost about to cry, for some reason.

That’s how he feels right now too. Maybe you’re not what he thought you were. You will never understand him or his son.

“Well Ms L/N have a good day.” he chooses to address you with your last name as compared to your first… jungkook doesn’t know why he’s feeling so bitter right now, but he feels like you’ve crushed his heart.

He just made him feel like his son has a problem and that you don’t love him. He almost feels a sense of betrayal.

He can just sulk in the car so he gets up before bowing to you, as his son’s teacher, he has to show you some respect, and he picks up Seol’s bag that was on the floor before he ran off, and he’s out of the room.

What a heavy heart, and a heavy conscious.

It’s about time that jungkook lets his son know that you’re not his mother. You’ll never be. You’ll never understand them. Truth is that you’ll never want them and need them like they do.

[hobisstar]

What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol.

5 years,

5 long years, of nothing but love and trust but more than that. Of course honesty, right?

Well on yn’s end there was definitely honesty. Jungkook’s? Not so much. You see there is this dark secret that jungkook has been hiding since they met 6 years ago…

It’s so deadly that it could possibly end their relationship if she found out about it.

She was so beautiful, so calm and gentle with him, he loved that side of her. Hes never seen her angry, sad, or even hurt. He never wants to see that side of her.

Jungkook doesn’t want to be the reason he sees that side of her.

Like now, There are siting on their shared bed, in their shared bedroom, in their shared apartment. Telling the truth, would risk him loosing all of this. He cant have that.

Jungkook looked at her then smiled, “ You are so beautiful you know?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. YN blushed lightly staring up at him.

YN was quite literally everyone’s dream girl. Maybe that was the problem to Jungkook.

She was too good to everyone including himself and he hated. He knows she has a bad side but he never gets to see it so when he knows someone else gets to experience that mean side of her, he’s instantly jealous.

Who got his baby so pissed that she called you a dumb cunt? A fucking bitch? Who dares piss off his queen?

He will deal with them, with torture. Slow, painful, evil, demented, twisted death.

That was the other side of him he need to never be shown to his lover. It scared him that in any means possible she found out about his… hobby.

Nevertheless, Jungkook admires yn. How she can keep it together in every situation. Worships her to be exact.

“Stop calling be beautiful and get ready for work, handsome.” Yn responded while patting his back.

Right, work. Besides his hobby, he works at a flower shop while yn works at a cafe during the weekend. It’s enough to keep food on their table, to the rent, gas but also enough for simply living. Jungkook owns the flower shop so, he makes a whole lot of money.

There are so many things that yn doesn’t know about Jungkooks basically second life. How deadly it is.

jk: I miss you, baby~

I hate this fucking job

What are you doing?

Is bam stilling your attention from my text?

Babbbbbbbbyyyyy

yn

yn

yn

yn answer the phone

yn: sorry baby! I was feeding bam and fixing me something to eat!

I left my phone in the bathroom

yn: j, you just got to work babes 🤨, how do you miss me already?

You didn’t even clock in yet SILLY!

jk: I can’t miss you now?

Since when did you feel like that?

yn: Jeon I never once said you couldn’t, don’t say that.

jk: but you where implying that…

yn: Jeon Jungkook, clock in, put your phone down, see you when you get home 😕🩷

jk: smh, why that face? Why that reply?

He waited for a reply but he never received one, instead he heard someone clear his throat. He looked up and saw it was a woman probably in her 30s, staring at him like he was a snack.

“Hi! JK right? I came in here a few days ago looking for some flowers for my sisters birthday! I doubt you remember me but I want to come back to get some for myself!” The lady bit her lip and looked Jungkook up then down and Jungkook thought he could be sick.

He forced a half smile, “ Yeah yeah, I don’t remember you. You can get them for yourself, I don’t remember the flower you got last time.” He looked back down at the book he was original decorating with different flower pictures but got bored so he texted his lover.

“oh.. I was hoping you could pick them for me, fresh ones. I know you all do that-,” “ we do but not this early.” He interrupted still looking down, knowing he is hurting the poor woman’s feelings for not even recognizing her or remembering the flower or even falling for her shitty attempt to flirt.

“Okay, ah well I’ll go grab them and pay for them.” She said waiting for a respond or even a nod but she didn’t even get that. She walked over there and grabbed them then returning to the register. While she put her things on the counter, she saw a glimpse of Jungkooks Lock Screen which so happens to be a picture of yn and bam sleeping on the couch. “ Your sister?” She asked, hoping she was right. “ My wife actually and our son.” He scanned the flowers and roughly wrapped them. Roses, it’s be sad if he left a thorn on them. He turned around and slightly cut the stem but enough to keep the thorn nice and sharp.

Jungkook turned back around and handed them to her. As soon as the woman grabbed them she gasped, in pain he assumed. He pretended to be concerned but when he saw the palm of her hand leaking red liquid, he smiled on inside.

“ Oh! Im so sorry! I thought I got all the thorns, out…” he looked up at her then saying “ I guess one snuck away.” giving her the most creepiest blank face the woman has ever seen. She then realized he left the thorn on on purpose. He even sharpened it. “ I can fix that for you-,” “ No! I-It’s fine! Thank you so much! See you!” She some what screamed and hurried out the store frightened.

“ too bad..” Jungkook mumbled and chuckled continuing to put pictures in the decorating book.

“Bam! You just keep growing!” Yn said as she walked into the kitchen smiling while seeing him staring at the spare room. It’s Jungkooks office. “ What’s the matter? You know your dad doesn’t like you going in there.Not even me.” She stooped to his level and petted his back but only received a whimper in return.

Yn stared at the door. It’s taunting her with its unlocked door handle. She looked at the time, it was only 5 pm, Jungkook wouldn’t be home for a few more hours.

“ A peak wouldn’t hurt us right?” Looking at Bam and he barked as if he understood her.

Yn stood up and opened the door walking in. It was a nice little tidy office.

It would be comforting even if it wasn’t so cold. She has to remember to turn on the air for this room once exiting.

She turned around seeing if Bam followed her inside but he was at his bowl slurping up some water.

Looking at the closet door she opened it up and turned on the light. “since when did he make this a dark room?” The red light was a little hard to see in but her eyes soon adjusted quickly.

Spooky wasn’t the feeling that she was feeling but more so unsettled. Yn looked at the photos on the table and quite literally almost vomited.

“ what… what is that?” Stammering as her eyes scanned over the photos laid out on the table.

Pictures of people being hurt, harmed. There were far more worse ones that she doesn’t even want to even mention. Gazing up on the line looking at the ones drying where pictures of, her.

This wouldn’t be weird if it wasn’t of her sleeping, in the shower, getting dressed, even at work.

“Did jungkook take these?… no way…”

Yn was flabbergasted,

Was her boyfriend of 5 years, a serial killer? A psychopath? A fucking weirdo? I mean she saw the signs but thought she was tripping.

Days where he would come home with blood and dirt on his hands and clothes. He would always say it was his and it came from the thorns he dealt with at work.

“yn! I’m home!” Jungkook shouted. As he walked in and smiled when he saw Bam sitting on the couch peacefully sleeping.

It’s where yn and bam usually cuddle so, where is she at?

“Did she leave you by yourself?” He asked Bam who was waking up from sleep. Walking towards the kitchen he saw dinner was made and a note on the fridge door.

“ Welcome home babes! Sorry I couldn’t be home to greet you, I went out to go get a few things but my sister called and said she wanted to have a little sibling time! Ha. Be back by 11 pm! Dinners fixed but do warm it up, then shower and get some sleep! See you later,

Love, Yn <3”

“Ah, I guess she did leave us by ourselves tonight Bam.” He chuckled and took off his jacket. He felt weird though.

Since when did her sister want to hang out so late? This is the first he ever heard of it. Pondering, he grabbed his phone and called yn’s sister.

“Hello? Jungkook?” She answered confused as ever at this late ass call. “Hey, sorry to call so late. is yn with you?” Jungkook asked but his full attention was on his office door.

“What? No she’s not. Why?” Without missing a beat Jungkook hung up the phone right after. He dialed yn’s number. What he wasn’t expecting was to hear her phone sitting right on the couch next to Bam. He watched it ring and sighed. Maybe she just went out and forgot it on accident, no need to panic.

For some reason in the back of his mind he felt as though she found out. She went into his forbidden office. Jungkook chuckled, “ she would never disobey me.” He warmed his food up then sat at the table but he couldn’t eat.

Nor could the feeling of her going in his office go away. He stood up and walked to the door and opened it.

At first he didn’t notice anything out of place until he realized it was warm in the room. He never turns the air on in this room. Jungkook looked around about to leave until something so obvious caught his eyes.

The red light illuminating on the other side of the closet door. With quick steps, he opened the door well threw it open. Nothing was touched but the light alone was a clear sign that someone was in there.

He mentally and physically cursed himself.

“ She knows, she fucking knows.” He calmly stated but boy was he heated.

“ I need to fucking find her…now.”

To be continued…

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Bloody Love...

Chapter: VI-Sadness-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 5.6k+

♠︎Warning: murder, masturbation(jk) (there are two people inside his room when he masturbates. But he does not get off of that fact so I won't add exhibitionism here. They are just props.)

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Smile. A pretty thing that people love to see. It is something that lightens the weight of hearts. A sweet, genuine smile is all that is needed to make someone's day better.

However…

Smile in itself is a stronger weapon. How? You may ask. A smile can suck the life out of one if given at such a time when they are fighting for life. A wide smile after sucking that life out, seeing a limp body on the ground… without any remorse. Perhaps a smile after ruining one's life.

All of them are, in one way or another, strong weapons.

The smile that his majesty gave was the biggest of all. His giggles, when he rips out someone's heart and beheads someone with his bare hands, were joyful. His smiles, when he would see a lifeless, pathetic man who could not stand in front of him, were priceless. His satisfied sighs were more often than before.

Nobody could decipher his twisted mind. The way he played his game was dangerous for others but he found it amusing. For him, taking someone's life was not an indecency but a ritual he had to commit to living. The feeling of the blood of his beloved imposters was his favourite paint on his body. Their screams were like melodious tunes. The way his ego would boost when they begged for clemency was a blessing for him.

It was early in the morning. The sky was still blackish grey but soon it would turn lighter. He couldn't keep his happiness upon seeing his Coronis in the woods looking flawless. Her pretty eyes were shaking as she took his form in. He was just too eager to see her, he didn't even bother cleaning up after his monstrous acts.

With that image in his head, he now stood in front of his own man. They went back to the castle after seeing Coronis with her father. Later on, they moved early to reach where they were now. Under the heavy jewelled mask, he was smiling widely. The butterflies in his chest were bubbling up making him all giddy and excited about what was coming next.

He was surrounded by his men– Jimin, Mingyu, Taehyung, Lando, and Jay.

They all looked around not knowing why they were brought here, near the village. All they knew was that they had to be here with the king at this time. In his words, “We have an important obligation to fulfil.” They knew better than to just disagree.

“Isn't everything so beautiful at this time?” He began. “Oh, this chilly, crisp air,” he sighed as he petted his horse’s neck. He was sitting on his horse as others were on the ground, in front of him looking for his command. “Jae… I think you have seen some… Interesting things, no?” he said.

Jae's eyes widened. He needed no more confirmation… It was he who had to take the last breath. He started to shiver like a weakling. “Wh-w-what?”

His Majesty chuckled, eyes becoming darker. The lust for the blood poured into his veins. “Just what you heard, Jay.” He said in his sweet voice. “I think we won't be short of people if one is to go… We are already enough.”

“What did I do?!” he whimpered.

“A lot,” he gestured to his men to hold him. “Your time is over.”

With his other hand gesture, Taehyung and Lando knew exactly what needed to be done. “You both are shrewd enough. I'll leave it up to you both. I must be surprised, proud and content.”

His command was a death note. And everyone was prepared for the worst. He only cared about death, not the path that was chosen to make it happen. However, it was different. He wanted him to suffer and they needed to make him suffer no matter what. In the end, the first thing they were taught was to not catch feelings. It was only to make it easier for them to get the task done.

“I'll make sure my Princess is not seen by anyone else the way only I can.”

…

Proud was not the correct word to describe his Highness’s feelings. He felt beyond that. The hanging dead corpse was like his award of honour. He made sure to remember to praise the artists of this art. All he wanted was for Jae to suffer and he did… really badly.

Jimin could see the giddiness his master felt. He could see his iris dilate and cheeks rising through his mask. He was afraid to even look in her shack's direction. It was better to leave him and his obsessions alone.

He waited for Coronis to come out of her shack and see a beautiful gift that his men worked on. Would she be excited or terrified? Doesn't matter to him. He just wanted to see her and just have a glimpse of her beauty.

Day and night, for him, were exhausting. He felt like a man in urgent need of cocaine but he needed Coronis, she was his drug. His body ached for her. He would wonder how she would feel in his arms, around him, over him, beneath him all while moaning and loving him.

He wanted to caress her body and feel her softness against his fingers. He wanted to look deep into her black eyes and get drunk on them and just… live in them.

Unlike other times, he wanted her to be beside him. Where he threw women around like a mere toy, he wanted to cherish her and show her what other things he had to offer solely to her. He didn't care if she loved him or liked him, he only wanted to live his fantasy one way or another.

His heart skipped a beat when caught sight of his addiction running out to see the oh-so-prized gift that he had. He saw how she looked at it and a gasp that left her chest. Her hair was messy, her eyes were slightly swollen, and her face was perfect.

Terrified. That's how she looked. He didn't care as long as she was there, looking so angelic, he didn't care about anything.

His chest felt lighter when her eyes met his. She looked like she saw a ghost. He was worse than that but he was humble. For him, he still wasn't evil. He didn't feel it.

He felt disappointed when she turned around and went back inside without letting him see her. But who was he to stop her? He was satisfied with what he got and turned around to leave.

One of his maids was standing in his chamber, ready to treat him after this long night and morning. She helped him out of his clothes and stood by the door of the bathroom, waiting for him to step in so she could help him wash.

Instead of going in, he laid down on his bed, feeling the silk sheets against his bare skin and being consumed by the soft mattress. He sighed, feeling content. He wished it was her arms that he was falling into.

Her…

A silly smile crept onto his face and his pretty devilish eyes became dazed, thinking about Coronis. Something inside his chest steered, making his body aware of his needs. A sinful hum escaped his lips and his hips thrust into thin air. His girthy length started to harden with the mere thought of her.

He caressed his chest with his hands, thinking it was hers. His pebble nipples hardened as he rubbed them between his finger and thumb. At this moment, all he wanted was for her to be wrapped around him like a snake and devour him. He wanted her to make him moan and pleasure in all ways possible, bite him to mark him as hers.

It was unfair. That he needed to wait for a long time. But where was the fun in getting her right away? He wanted to feel as if he won something. And he was doing just that. The fruit would be sweeter after he gets it.

In his eyes, she was the only being alive and breathing. Everyone else was not worth living. Only him and her.

His free hand slowly inched closer towards his aching cock. But he didn't hold it, instead, he teased himself, and made him ache for the precious touch. He caressed the base and cupped his heavy balls, ready to release his heat. He pulled them and squeezed them. “Hmmmfuck,” he moaned. “Just one touch, baby and I'll forget everything but you,” he whispered.

He touched his body like a lover himself. His soft breath and light moans of her name were pouring out of his body. He felt dirty and needy. Needy of touch and love. A touch of her warm cunt around his cock.

He let his finger run along his wet slit and draw circles around his swollen head. His hips shuddered. “Yeah,” he chuckled. He finally wrapped his fist around his length and pumped. He let go of his nipple and grabbed the sheets above his head. “Oh baby, look at me… so wet for you. Please let me feel you around me. Wrap around me all warm and tight. Wet my cock with your pretty cunt.”

He tugged his cock harder as he thought about how she would look sucking him off. How her lips would wrap around his girth and try to take his whole length in at once. He felt like he would cum right when she touched him.

The fire in his pit was burning. He ached for a release but wanted her to command him. He wanted Coronis to tell him when to finish.

With a dumb smile, he allowed himself to cross the line, in the end, that's what she would want anyway. Isn't it? His hands agreed with him as they pushed him to the edge but he wasn't done. He wanted to cry for his high. He wanted to feel how longing for someone felt.

It's not every day he wants to give in and be handled by his emotions.

His nails dug into the skin of his chest as he palmed himself. He wasn't sure where to pay attention, his heavy ball, his aching cock, or his sensitive nipples. His toes curled as he pinched the tip of his cock. He chuckled, loving how it felt.

The nerves of his hands and arms were bulging out and looked angry. His ears and cheeks turned red from the pleasure and thought of seeing Coronis naked under him and begging as he thrust inside her wet cunt. He would do anything to hear her over and over again forever, he just wanted to grab the right chance to make her his.

“Princess,” his Highness moaned, “Wait for me. don't fucking fly away with someone else. Won't be good for you… or them.”

He looked down at his hand holding his cock. It never looked this hard and angry before. The need made him want to cry for a sole touch. How could someone blind him with the mist of lust in such a minimal time? Her one look made him forget himself and just get lost in the haze in the middle of the day and now for all the waking and sleeping time.

Beauty is a dangerous weapon. He knew it well. He himself was an art of nature. A beautiful man with a wicked mind… someone who mentally got off after hurting people and killing them slowly and painfully. But she… she was the definition of art itself. Her beauty was nothing in front of Aphrodite herself. No wonder why people wanted her to breathe in their way. She held power more than she realized.

He thought about all those times when he peeked into her slot, and watched her sleeping through the night. He closed his eyes and replayed the moment when her chest slowly rose and relaxed as she breathed. He thought of all the times he watched her bathing all naked. Her perky breasts and sweet curves are all wet and soapy. His cock leaked globs of precum thinking about how her hands squeezed and rubbed her body to clean herself. How her hand would disappear between her legs to wash her intimates.

His legs shook and his balls tensed. He started to jerk faster and squeezed his leaking head harder every time. He moaned louder and louder as his high was coming closer. He played with his balls.

With a last cry, his hips rose into the air, his eyes rolled back into his skull, and his head fell back as he came all over himself. His body shook from the intensity of his orgasm. His chest and stomach were sprayed with his cum.

He took deep breaths to calm his body down. He rubbed his clean hand on his face to move his hair back and realized how his tears had slipped out of his eyes. He felt dumb.

He looked at his torso and sighed at the mess he had made of himself. He scooped his cum with his fingers and rubbed them with his thumb. He thought about how it would look when he would rub them onto Coronis's face and ruin her kohl and make her beg him to cover her with his cum.

Call it a fantasy but he was dedicated to turning it into a sweet-sweet reality.

“No one can have you like I want to.”

…

Fear was consuming Coronis. The moment she was supposed to step out, her heart would shiver and make her sweat through her clothes.

It had been a few weeks since she figured out about the man. The King.

She wanted to laugh and roll on the ground and slap herself in the face until she died. Just one eye contact. It took that one eye contact to ruin her life and get stuck in a burning lava that consumed her slowly, making her feel every single burn on her smooth and silky skin.

The questions for tomorrow gurgled out of her mind with every breath she took. The fear of eyes behind her back, watching each step she took engulfed her.

She felt like they were tiny worms with spiky legs crawling onto her and biting her away. No matter how much she tried to shrug them off, they stayed. They stayed and bit harder to make their power known. The worst thing was that she could not stand against them. She knew if she did that, she was going to be dead meat and so was her whole family.

This was not her only nuisance going on. She turned nineteen now. It is such a young age that one carves for love and affection more than paternal or maternal attention.

She had needs as she has falsely declared. Her father thought about it and started looking for a man who could love her and have some money to keep her happy and comfortable. He would bring new men he found around every couple of days.

Coronis was growing sick of this. She didn't ask for this mess. It was getting ridiculous. With every single man, she realized how fake they could be. It was almost scary to see them act all angels in front of her family but a total scum in front of her in private.

The doors only needed to close and they would try to touch her and objectify her. They wanted their dirty hands on her but she was stronger than that.

Today was no different. The hushed voices were loud to Coronis through the door of her slot. She sat there, feeling alone. Her eyes were blank, no emotions flickered into them. There was just tiredness. As if she had accepted her fate.

Destruction. Chaos. Bloodshed… the list goes on.

“You are going to go away?” Circe's soft voice mumbled and pulled Coronis out of her trance.

Coronis's eyes looked at Circe who was sitting in the corner, facing away from her and her knees tucked under her chin. “What?”

“Are you going to leave us and go away? Get married and not be here anymore?” she asked again.

Coronis looked at her back. “I don't know,” she sighed.

“Mhm,” there was a brief silence before she spoke up again. “If you do get married, will you come here and spend some time with me?”

“Why do you ask that?”

Circe sighed and shrugged. “I just wanted to know…” her voice broke.

“Circe,” Coronis said, “look at me, now.” Circe shook her head and kept her face hidden. “I'm not asking, Circe. I'm telling you to look at me.”

Circe reluctantly looked at her older sister. Her face was swollen and shiny from the tears. Her eyes were red and her chin was wobbling. She looked more fragile than ever. It was as if she had experienced the worst heartbreak of all time.

Coronis's heart pinched inside her chest. Seeing Circe like this was her nightmare. She never wanted her little sister to have any sad tears in her eyes. For others, they might be tears but for her, they were needles that were poking her heart again and again.

“Why those tears? What is it? Is there someone bothering you?” Coronis asked, panicking internally.

Circe sobbed quietly to Coronis. It would be one of those rare occasions when Circe showed some emotions other than ignoring all of them or collectively not feeling any. “It is nothing,” she said. “I don't think you getting married is the fairest act.”

The older was taken aback. “What do you mean by that? Why would it not be the fairest?” Inside her head, she agreeded with her younger sister. It was sudden and uncalled for. Marriage was not something she wanted just yet. Maybe in future, she saw herself with a lover and saw her happy but at the moment she had a lot on her plate, to the point where everything was flowing out and was difficult to influence.

“Just, look at you! Do you think you are ready to get married?!” no. “You have just started to see the world, it’s bad but it can be used as an excuse?” It was not nearly possible. “Why would you want to marry someone who will go around and hurt you, treat you like any other women in this village. He ain't like our father who takes care of mother like a queen but just another heartless being who just… just…” True, no one is like father. “I don’t know?! You will leave me alone?! Who will look after me? Do you still think this is the best thing to commit to? Do you not love me anymore?” If Coronis could say how she felt after hearing those words, the words were still limited and feelings were vast.

She said nothing. Not a single word of comfort or telling her how she will be there for her when needed. Her life was uncertain. Anything could happen and she won't have time to go back to her little sister and comfort her. Telling her lies to make her feel good would cause the little one much more pain.

It is easier to promise fake comforts but at what cost?

This time, Coronis faced away and sat in silence, listening to Circe sniffing silently. A few moments passed away and she felt little arms wrapping around her from behind. “Do not face away from me… I'm lost and I need you the most right now.”

Coronis helped her sit in her lap and hugged her tight. “Even if I go away… mother is here. Always listen to her and never be in trouble. Be a good girl… no one in this world is forever. You have to be your own forever. Build yourself stronger and stronger till you die.”

“Can't you take me with you?” she mumbled into her shoulder.

“If I could, I would.”

Before anything else could be said, the door opened and their mother walked in. She sat beside the two girls and sighed. “It's time to step out, Coronis.” No one moved from their spot. Another tired sigh left Martha. “I think this might work out. He genuinely seems pleasant. Look into it, you might find him as someone you would spend life with.”

“What is the need to get me married so soon?” she asked.

“I was married at the age of eighteen. And you are young and beautiful. You have your needs as you said it yourself–”

“You know exactly what I was talking about, Mother,” Coronis shook her head.

“Sooner or later, you have to get married. So what is the problem now?” Martha argued.

“You could have prevented it or at least delayed it for now…” She felt helpless. “I am aware that you mean good but I want to handle it myself.”

“I can't say anything, Coronis. Your father is determined…” Coronis did not say anything. Taking the environment of the situation, Martha stood up and held Circe's arm, “Let's leave, Circe. The good man wishes to see Coronis. Let him be in here. She is not going to listen anyway.”

Circe reluctantly let go of her sister and took small steps away and out of the door while silently sniffing, following Martha. Each step took a piece of Coronis away. She had things to tell the little one. All the finest love that lived in her heart for her, wanted to pour out on her little feet. She had a longer way to go and Coronis wanted to hold her through it. But love for different people has its own limits.

Coronis sat facing away from the door as it creaked open and the soft sound of the feet padded closer to her. A faint, calm breath was evident in the air. A few moments later, a smooth voice echoed in her slot.

“Never in this lifetime have I ever thought that someone's mere presence would be enough to bring my heart at peace for once in this intolerant world,” he said.

Coronis's brows frowned as she took in his words. She slowly turned around and looked up at the face of the new presence. Her breath hitched as she looked at the man. There stood a tall handsome man with beautiful green eyes and tanned skin. His features were soft like her bread and skin smooth like butter. He had golden curly hair falling above his eyes. His pretty face supported the smallest yet the calmest smiles she had ever seen.

Looking at him brought a sense of peace in her. He was a person she never knew she needed to see until now. He was wearing common clothes. Beige and dark brown.

Coronis gestured for him to sit down in front of her on the cushion. “I don't think you are talking about me…”

“Edwin. And of course, I'm talking about you, Ms gorgeous,” he smiled beautifully.

She smiled a little at him without her knowledge. “Is that so, Mr Edwin? The wealthy man?”

At this, he chuckled. “Well, my parents thought I could be wealthy so they named me Edwin.”

“Did it work?”

“Of course, it did! I'm not rich but better than the time I was born,” he said. “You tell me, Ms Coronis. What is with the fog of sadness in your eyes? You don't have to tell me,” he quickly clarified.

His short lines made her nervous. “Then I'll keep my mouth shut,” she said as she tried to keep her expressions neutral, hiding her stories behind the fog. “It's nothing, to be honest. You tell me about yourself. Why are you being so nice?”

Edwin raised his eyebrows. “Why am I being nice? It's because there is so much bad going around so I think I must stay nice like a newborn. I don't wish to hurt anybody. Not you, not anyone else. Though I am perfectly capable of protecting people I love so you do not have to sweat about it.”

“Isn't that too nice of you? Don't you think this world may not deserve your kindness,” Coronis felt a little annoyed at his reply. Why would he be nice when he had no reason to be? Not to say it out loud, but being nice was nowhere near what this world really wanted. It begged for crime and blood. If people could, they would eat their own flesh and get drunk on their own blood out of hatred.

He smiled, taking Coronis's hand in his and rubbing circles on her palm with his thumb. “I'm just a human in this book who wants an escape. Being just like any other person out there in the wild will make me no different. I want to be nice and someone who can,” he sighed, “who can just help one life. I want to be a person who does not relate to blood on hands but to flowers on hearts. That's what I want to be.”

Edwin was a man Coronis had just met. But she wanted to give him a chance. However, she knew what she was dealing with. And if this handsome man was what he said to be, she could never live with the guilt of ruining his life. He would never forgive him. He will ruin him or perhaps kill him with a mere swing of his sword.

“Anyway,” he continued after a moment of silence. “I see you have cows outside.”

Coronis shook her head out of her trance. “Yes. They are my mother's. She supplies milk, cheese, and butter.”

“That is fascinating! I see cows around but they are the healthy ones,” he remarked.

“They are for Royal Castle. So, you know, the best for them,” she mumbled.

“Ah, really? These cows are lucky. At least, they are healthy and being fed properly…” he kept on speaking about the cows and other things that mattered the least, at least at the moment.

Coronis stopped listening to him but kept staring at his pretty face. She loved how his eyes would shine and his smile would widen when he would talk about things he specifically loved. The colour of his cheeks would glow and turn blush red. His smile was peaceful… something like morning sunshine, his smile shined through.

Smile. A bittersweet gesture of face. Nori had the most beautiful smile in the whole world. Even Edwin could not match the status of euphoria that her smile offered her. She was all Coronis could ask for. But life was harsher than that. Even if Coronis was not stuck in the king's eyes, the commoners would never accept them.

The disaster falls in love when a forbidden love blooms. It ruins the spark of the eyes and the softness of the smiles. It breaks apart the perfectly matched puzzles of hearts. And forever it ends with the hiddenness of the unaccepted love.

It takes one whisper, a tiny wicked whisper in the ear of a living being to fill the hate and one heavy whiff of air to separate the powerless petals of a dying flower.

Love is pain. Time by time, the world has proven it again and again.

Nori deserved better than this. It was better to leave her behind and let her live a life where she would not be a victim of the King. She still had time for her hands to undo the mistake that should have never happened.

Maybe Edwin was a way to get away from the storm and live a peaceful life by the meadows. A small possibility of escaping this realm buzzed within her chest. Though it was not possible, however, dreaming does not take any penny.

“I can dream about us…” Edwin’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Us and if you want, two children or maybe just one. A daughter would be nice even though it is not safe for daughters but we can keep her safe.”

Coronis looked deeply into her genuine eyes. After seeing men wanting nothing but to touch her, here he was sitting and talking about the future which was not even certain.

He continued, “You know, I have wanted to have the house of my dreams and live there with someone I love. I wouldn't say that I love you just yet but I can say it won't take more than two breaths to be head over heels for you.”

“Don't you think too ahead of time, Edwin? Do you try to charm your way into a woman’s life all the time?” Coronis narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Ha,” he chucked. “So glad you think of me so highly, Ms Coronis. It is quite the opposite, to be frank with you. Women try to charm their way into my life. However, I have caught pretty sight of you plenty of times here and there in the market or near the meadows. I have always been fond of you. But I do not want to come out as a creep.”

“I see you have quite the knowledge of your surroundings. You piqued my interest, Mr Edwin,” she said and nodded.

“Even if you say no after this, I would feel so honoured just because I sat with you in your slot and had a decent talk,” he blushed. “It is like a bee found the perfect flower.”

Coronis's smile faded into a sad smile.

It was the first time that a man other than her father and brother was nice to her and did not touch her which she did not allow. He was surreal. It was, indeed, true that within the ugly stones laid the hidden gems.

“Grief,” Coronis said.

“Huh?” He asked with a confused mind.

“Grief is what is fogging my eyes, Edwin,” she said. “Day and night it decays me alive. The grief of not taking certain actions, the grief of not preventing things, the grief of being selfish, the grief of putting people in a position where they get hurt when they do not deserve it. Right now, things around me and within me are falling apart and I can not do anything about them at all. Every day is a new challenge. A challenge of staying alive…” her voice shivered.

Edwin smiled, “It is good to see someone genuinely feel something other than plain hate in this era…” he shook his head and held both of her hands. “However, grief is like a deadly disease. It definitely eats you alive. It hurts when people you love get hurt and you get hurt twice. Feeling grief is sort of mandatory when you have a heart that is made of flesh and blood and gold. You did not hurt anybody and if you had been selfless or were not a saviour, you ain't a villain. Things would have turned the way they are regardless. And sometimes hurt is all you need to feel. Sometimes it is the only thing that makes you feel alive.” He squeezed her hands and stood up. He brushed his hand over his clothes to brush off the wrinkles and forwarded his hand for her to take. “I think we should go outside and see everyone. I can smell some good food in the air.”

Coronis looked at his hand for a moment with a stone expression however she broke into a delicate one. Her hand slipped into his as he helped her up.

She was cursing herself for being vulnerable yet again in front of a man who barely knew her. He did not hit her or try to have his way in these few moments. He just sat there and was listening to you without any other intentions. He didn't say that he and her needed to be together or that they would figure it out and just enjoy the moment maybe because he was aware of how difficult it is to enjoy the moment with lightning growling in her chest. He just said what needed to be said, nothing more and nothing less.

Indeed, the grief was something she needed to feel. Even now when Edwin opened the door and stepped out with her following behind him and getting hit by the view of Nori's dumbfounded face. It was worse when her shaky eyes fell on Coronis. Many questions reflected on her face. As if she was asking for forgiveness for something she didn't even do and just asking for answers to her unheard questions.

The moment her eyes caught their intervened hands. Pure disgust moulded her pretty face and her eyes captured the most painful pain Coronis could ever imagine. She could see her heart crumble into nothing through her eyes. Coronis removed her hand from his warm ones and stood way behind him to the point it looked like she did not just have a sweet conversation with him.

When Nori looked at Edwin, a burning fire set on fire in her chest. Coronis's mouth fell open when she saw how her eyes turned glassy and bloodshot in rage in a matter of a few milliseconds. Coronis knew she had broken a girl right then and there.

The love in the girl's eyes turned into something beyond dark. Maybe not for Coronis but for everything else. More importantly for her unforgiving fate.

Nori painfully smiled, “I-I am going to leave. I- yeah.” she said and turned around.

She opened the door as she left however the nightmare didn't stop. It started at that point when Coronis saw a pair of eyes looking– no, piercing her soul through the cloak. The Lord.

The Lord has seen what was displayed to be seen. His eyes were eerily calm yet fierce. Coronis's insides shook in fear and regret.

Before she could see more, Martha closed the door.

“She was not wearing her necklace.”

…..

Sanaa's note:

This semester is tiring as hell. But anyway. How are you guys? I hope everyone is fine. It took way too long to write and I still had so much to add but I think the next chapter would be perfect for that. Do leave some feedback! It helps me write more. It motivates me and then I feel like the time I put into it is still worth it, maybe a little bit. Also, plz do not comment about when to bring JK more. I know we are used to reading him more but just wait, okay? You will love what I have in my mind. Just wait for me to get there. Thank you so much!💓

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Have a nice day/night💓

[neverchecking]

I have a brain rot for sage, hes challenging the chain for their time with player/reader, he basically wants all His/Her/Them's attention, of course none of the chain and sage are going to "play" fair their going to cheat no matter what. the only ones he might not win against is time, FD and maybe twilight. wind, four, Hyrule, and sky would do sad puppy eyes to get cuddle time, twilight and legend turn into their animal form to get pettings, sage and wild would cook food to get points for being delicious. (etc.etc.) just some yandere shenanigans for attention. the challenges he did were sword fighting, bow and arrow targeting, sparing, arm wrestling, and so forth.

-Eevee

Okay, last one for the night! I figured since this isn't really a request, I could spitball some more of my headcanons for our beloved Sage.

Jk it delted itself so I gave up and went to bed bc last time I tried to push through I wasn't happy with the end product, so sorry for the delay!

For those of you who don't know, Sage is another name for the Tears of the Kingdom Link--dubbed Hero of the Zonai-- should we decide he is not in fact Wild.

For the Wild and Facesitting request, it's in progress I promise! I try to go in order with my requests, but like I said, this is more headcanons versus a scenario. It should be out tomorrow later today so look out for that ;)

ANYWAY-

Y'all. The amount of Sage requests in my inbox right now? You guys are feral for this man and I love it. So I'm here to feed you guys.

TotK spoilers below!

・❥・Okay, so lemme start this off by saying. I have done you all wrong. And for that I apologize.

・❥・Because our wonderful @wayfayrr has opened my eyes to new possibilities that I would've never even thought of. So everyone say thank you rn >:(

・❥・So let's make some amendments!

・❥・First off, let's talk about nicknames. I love the idea that Reader, and only Reader, can call him anything other than Sage. And calling him other herb-related nicknames? Kills me. He is a flushing red mess the first time it happens. You had deemed him worthy of a nickname? You considered him person enough to have a moniker that wasn't also a title? If he was down bad before, it's so much worse now. Because you see him as a person. He's sure the others just see him as a means to the end. The second one of them, maybe save Wind, try it, he's shooting them daggers and snarling at them for even daring to try and impeach your privilege. (I also love the Calm, Wild and Feral thing, I thought that was so freaking clever.)

・❥・And you know how each of the hero's have their own 'sword' right? Well, what if Sage's was the Master Sword Remastered? Like Sky's (Like most of their Master Swords actually) but now it's been boosted by ten thousand years worth of direct light magic. (Does the Zonai time fall before Skyward Sword or after? I have no idea where they fall on the timeline tbh.). Just a thought. It could also be a gloom sword which probably wouldn't effect him as hard in other timelines because there's no demon king to power it, but it probably does hurt the others if they try to touch it.

・❥・Now, the juicy part. Let's retouch on Wild's and Sage's relationship. I originally said that Sage was okay with him? I lied. Wayfayrr has opened my eyes.

・❥・Sage probably can't fucking stand Wild. As they said, this is a version of him that didn't have this second adventure. Got to rest and distant himself from the Hero Title. And that just pisses him off. Why did he get the shittier hand? Why did he have to do it all over again? Why when this failure got to get off easy? Why couldn't he have the same grace, huh? What made them so different?

・❥・And if we're using the past oneshot (Here!) as they're 'canon' meeting, this filth let you get hurt. You were hurt before meeting him, which means that they can't be trusted with you. Especially Wild. So Sage cannot stand you being near Wild. At all. It eats at him and he doesn't last long before splitting the two of you up.

・❥・Calamity is even worse. There is probably an active hate towards Calamity (In this Yandere world, in a normal, not toxic world? They probably work out their differences a little better). This was a version of him who didn't even have to die to complete his quest. And this just shows that Fraud has favorites and it's not him.

・❥・You know who else he probably doesn't like? Twilight. Now, hear me out. This is purely me just spitting this out, but Sage has to be aware. He listens when they don't think he does, he's awake when they think he's not, he's watching when they don't even know he's there.

・❥・So he probably picks up on all of their little secrets. Meaning he knows Twilight is Wolfie. And (I think this is Canon is LU but I'm not sure) Wild had Wolfie as a guide. Which means Sage had Wolfie as a guide. The difference? When he needed him the second time, left stumbling around like a newborn fawn crawling out of the shrine all over again, he was left alone. He was fighting robots with a fucking Stick. He fused a mushroom to a shield just to buy himself more time. At one point, he was fusing a long stick to another long stick just to fight from a distance to save his battered body. Rauru did as much as he could, but there were some times he wished he was left for dead.

・❥・Not anymore as that means he would've never met you, but then? different story.

・❥・They also brought up that Sage probably doesn't stop at just cooking your food and I agree. When on the road, he for sure goes straight to the source. If he doesn't know exactly where it came from, it's not going anywhere near his Goddess. Nope. Not a chance in the gloomy depths from hell.

・❥・He's going to farmers themselves rather than merchants for produce, hunting any protein himself, climbing trees for eggs, he probably even makes his own butter. Now, because he's also cooking savy this for sure makes the rivalry between him and Wild widen. Wild is set in his cook for the chain, not you. Sage can't trust them to not hurt you again. Whose to say they don't over spice the food? Or undercook the fish? Or drop shells into the egg?

・❥・He can't trust them and may force you to pick one of the other. Depending on who you chose, he'll either hold his victory up high or work even harder to separate you from the chain. Can't you see, Reader? They aren't good for you.

・❥・When it comes to the Gloom, he for sure uses to his advantage. You know he's been infected, but you don't know how much light he's gathered to dispel it. At this point, he's probably gotten most, if not all of it, out, but you don't know that. And he preys on that fact.

・❥・Oh, the Traveler wants to down to the river with you? But, Reader, there's something rotten in his chest and he's stumbling against trees, exaggerating his steady steps just in case to really sell it. He needs you by his side, can't you see?

・❥・Oh, the captain is trying to get you to settle with him for the night? But, Reader, he's tossing and turning, feigning sleep and acting just enough to catch your attention. He's listening, ears pricked, just to hear you swiftly apologize before your gently hands are laying on his shoulders and he's won again.

・❥・And because his Hyrule is one of, if not the most dangerous Hyrules, he's given so much ammo to keep you tethered to him. You can't trust anyone, don't you know? The Yiga uptake has skyrocketed and they are everywhere, along with Ganon's new ability to make puppets? Can't you see how you can't trust any of them?

・❥・He even entertains you when you come up with the idea to have a secret saying between just the two of you as a fail safe. (It's probably something like 'Deforestation Enthusiast' because of how the two of you met.) Anything to have you pulling further away from the Chain and into his arms.

・❥・If it begins to take longer than expected, Sage is not above letting you wander just enough in his Hyrule. Maybe you set off a bit of Gloom hands (Or maybe he nudges them in your direction, hard to tell, really) and they go charging at you. The others don't know how to deal with them, but he does. He saves your life before the others even know what hit them. He's cooing into your ear, reassuring that where the others fail, he would never dream of it. He's whispering that he knows how scary the feeling of those hands are. He knows how freezing the feeling of sudden restriction, only accompanied by the burning sizzle of malice, is. He knows and he understands, but he's right here. He'd never let anything happen to you. Not like the other frauds.

・❥・Now, all that being said, Sage for sure does not play fair. Oh no. He does challenge them in his own ways, but does it in a way that can only reflect badly on them should they call him out on it.

・❥・He's fighting (Picking apart) with Wars and Calamity on their sparring routines, angling it in just a way that should they snap back he can turn on the innocent little look with a 'But I'm just trying to protect you. I don't know how any of you fight, I'm still learning.' Just in time for you to catch them barking at him to 'Learn faster' and it just falls perfectly into place.

・❥・He's calling out Twi and Four every time they try to wander off (Probably to bring out Wolfie or split to relieve a headache of sorts) because 'The woods are dangerous, what are they doing going off alone?' and now they can't leave because all eyes are on them and he's restricting their movement without even really trying. They wanna go foraging? But he and ...Wild were their best foragers and they were busy with dinner (That was something bitter to get out).

・❥・And wow, Time, Legend and Fierce have so many secrets, can you really trust them? Sage has laid down his entire adventure to you, and regardless if Reader is a LoZ player and knows of them regardless, Sage told you. Those two are trying to hide from you. He would never.

・❥・Wind, Hyrule and that filthy disgrace want to drag you along to go Shield surfing? Reader, do you know how dangerous that is? Especially with someone's track record. Here, you wanna go riding on this motorized wagon he just happens to have on hand? (Between the Zonite in his Purah pad, he can build any component necessary.)

・❥・Not even Sky and First are safe as he uses carefully laid words to sully their once golden image towards you. Afterall, they're so close to Hylia, whose to say they aren't behind all of this?

・❥・Now, you said that the only ones he may not win against are Time, Fierce and Twilight, but like I said, I can imagine him loathing Twilight, so instead, may I suggest First.

・❥・Time and Fierce are both pretty burly dudes that demand some semblance of respect and while Sage has muscles, he's not overly tall. So while he doesn't bow, he may just back off from their forefront for a while.

・❥・Now, First. He's probably the only one who can put Sage back in his place of the hierarchy. It's the first in the timeline, versus the last (As of right now). And it's not pretty. They probably go to blows a few times when you're out of ear shot.

・❥・The problem is that First can only push him back when you're out of ear shot and Sage makes it a point to keep you as close as humanly possible.

・❥・And while yes, some of them may use puppy eyes, Sage is not above using pity to get what he wants because he just hurts so badly don't you know?

・❥・He unfortunately can't do anything about wolves or rabbits. If they manage to disappear before he can call them out on it, he's left bitterly sulking as Wolfie laps at your cheeks or dumb rabbits nose at your hand. He may know who they are, but not even he's cruel enough to call them out (Yet) because that would just pit you against him. They weren't his secrets to tell, you would scold, and he just couldn't handle that possibility.

・❥・The biggest difference between Sage and Wild, one that the chain will fail to realize right away, is that Sage is much more experienced. He is on his second, THIRD if you count the pre-calamity, adventure. He knows everything Wild does, and more. Wild knows how to improvise and adapt, Sage can do it faster. Wild knows how to forage and concoct incredibly potent elixirs? Sage can do it tenfold with half the ingredients. He knows all the little tips and tricks and is not only backed up by the champion's gifts-- should they have remained-- but now he has the sages with him.

・❥・Like imagine their mid-battle, they had forced you away from Sage just to create some distance (At long last) and mans comes rolling in a giant fucking robot. He's using Sidon's sage to shield you over and over again and decimating a battle field using nothing but Riju and an arrow. Hell, the bigger enemies are struck down by Yunobo crashing into them. Sage alone is enough to cut the enemy hordes in half through recall and sending their own attacks back at them or fusing together weapons they wouldn't have ever dreamed of with new abilities. Even his outfits give him benefits far beyond anything they could think.

・❥・You saw him as someone more than just Link. He wasn't just the Swordsman to you when that was who he was to everyone else. You dubbed him something far beyond what a damned sword made him.

・❥・And he would have to be four days dead before letting you go.

・❥・And as he's proven before, Not even death could truly kill him.

I am so glad I waited bc I like this one so much more than the one that was deleted.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

jk I'm sending it again now for you to find

Here's the original ask

Imagine it was Sabertooth that killed this Reader's mother, probably while attacking humans. Reader originally goes after him to try killing him, but y'know- at the time they're literally just a child- so instead they decide to try getting Sabertooth to take them as an apprentice so they can become strong like him, so one day they could be able to avenge their mother, it takes some time, but eventually Sabertooth does take reader under his wing, maybe kinda reminiscent of this scene in the movie

and as time goes on, as they train, as their body mutates as they age, Reader becomes close to their mother's killer, seeing Sabertooth as a sorta father figure. One day Sabertooth and reader return to Reader's old home, Reader gets tasked with killing every human in the area, they first go along with it, charging in to attack, but as they're about to they see a mother trying to protect their child, reminding Reader of their childhood, and causing them to go back on their task. When Sabertooth tries showing them how it's done Reader attacks, refusing to let this happen again,

Sabertooth: are you out of your mind pipsqueak?

Reader: i-I AM A MAN! *Charges at sabertooth and gets their horns jammed into a piece of wood, but manages to break free as they turn back and charges at Sabertooth again* YOU'RE THE MONSTER WHO KILLED MY MOTHER!

Maybe Reader 'kills' Sabertooth, stabbing their horns into him, but ends up regretting their actions as their old community rejected them, and without Sabertooth, they had no home

Alsoooo my idea for Reader's design(+some doodles)

That's all, hope you get this ask :]

Oh. My. Pearl. Look. Look at them. Their sweet bby self. Their moody and traumatized teen/young adult self. Their horns. Their fluff. Amd the backstory? I like it. I like it a lot.

I've heard of this movie! But it's been a while. And I can see Sabretooth having killed a small town or community full of people, and then accidentally leaves behind bby Reader. Bby Reader who then finds him, tries to avenger their mother/father, fails because they are too bby, and then ends up talking Sabretooth into training them to he big and strong and fearsome. As they grow up, fhe start to see him as a sorta father-figure, and Sabretooth starts to see them as his kit... Then Reader and Sabretooth attack another small town or community full of humans, but Reader, seeing a parent and child, has a change of heart, and turns on their mentor, they fight, and Reader ends up assuming they killed Sabretooth. But humans being humans (and thr mass destruction) lead to the humans chasing Reader away and trying to kill them, leaving Reader alone amd weary and more lost than ever...

(Amd then they run into the X-Men, maybe? And get to try and learn healthy relationships) (and have everyone go platonic yandere, because wow this sad bby needs a family and warm clothes and therapy)

(You did great, Cube Anon. This. Was. Awesome!)

[kindofatheatrekid]

Hear me out. Hardcore Yandere! Jocks x sad wet cat Grad Student! Reader. They're legit the most unhinged and violent dudes ever but Reader really doesn't understand the difference between healthy and unhealthy. Boundaries? Haha. You're funny- 🙂

(Reader is legit starved of affection. Of course they'd willingly be confined and stuck with the two violent dudes that actually care about them. Glass child syndrome anyone??) 😩

Reader: "This is fine."

Can't get a single second alone without one of the yanderes by their side.

Reader: "This is fine."

Is being forced to live in the yanderes' shared apartment because a dorm wouldn't allow them to be as loud as they want with reader. (of course we're talking about putting the volume up on a TV. get your minds out the gutter.)

jk. its totally what you're thinking.

Reader: "This is fine."

currently being shackled to the bed by the ankle.

Yes. This is the next work. 😘

Edit: I have now seen the atrocities of what frat bros consider to be their "uniform." No. Just no. They're now jocks so I can put sexy nail polish and rings on them. Zank you-

[kursedmayo]

I have come to ask you about your OC's, I saw one around Simp's page and I am curious✨

-Chaotic

UHHHH oh lord. Uhh well I don't really make many OCs these days.... However if you've come to ask about Iyani though well!!

They're a yandere Donnie simp. Man I dunno what to tell you bro.

Let me just summarize them:

Their family is filthy rich. No one believes then when they tell people they are

Nobody knows what their gender is. They always give noncommittal answers when asked so they're just ???

They could be trans, cis, nonbinary or whatever and no one could be the wiser. Doesn't help that they use all pronouns either so yeah

They're pansexual and demisexual. When you're as desperate and as much of a hopeless romantic as Iyani you can't afford to be picky really (/lh)

They look like a gremlin and act like it

They would eat a random hot dog off the ground if you let them

However, their whole look is actually still actually quite pricy

Sure their long hair is messy as hell and they dress like they're homeless. But they smell really good (suprisingly) and their clothes are all made of high end fabrics and their shoes are worn down but Dior so who's really the loser here?

They're also a nervous wreck.

They're pretty anxious when it comes to socializing with people and it shows, despite it they actually like meeting new people and getting new friends

Somewhere down the line they're being forced to share Donnie with another Yandere (Simp's OC, Silas) because if they kill each other, Donnie will be sad (It's a draw)

They're basically only "yandere" in name. They have quite a few traits that doesn't fall into the conventional traits of a yandere so I'm begining to hesitate calling them one

Putting the rest of below the cut!! It's basically the gist of how they met and stuff. :3

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What's their history with Donnie?

Their first meeting was in college, when Donnie's crusty 4 ass saw them trip and scatter stuff like some sort of anime girl because they were lithe and were struggling carrying their thick college books and papers.

He looked haggard as hell while he was picking their stuff up to help. When he said "Are you okay?" he sounded like he's been chain-smoking for 35 years and counting, but Iyani was MESMERIZED

Bro was seeing flowers and sparkles framing his handsome face. His voice sounded like Chopins Ass Kicking Sinatra #75 (jk) and everything.

At first they were shy and distant while they were trying to befriend him

They had a small crush on him now and it was apparent to literally everyone but him

They were incredibly blunt and told him they thought he was cool so they wanted to ask to be friends if it was okay with him?

Donnie thought that was kinda cute and flattering (though he had a bit of doubt if that was their true intentions) so he decided to get to know each other

And over the course of a few months it became a really good friendship. They had a suprising lot in common (with a few disagreements here and there ofc)

But when they became closer they also got a bit more... Weird

They were starting to get a lot more unhinged, which was fine, it was funny anyways

Then they became unhinged in a not so funny way

They became a lot more vocal about their adoration for him. They used to mask it with a joking tone but now they made sure he KNEW they weren't kidding

They would be in his personal bubble more often. They're kind of scared to touch him because they know he has Autism and don't want to breach his boundaries but at the same time they didn't realize that always standing too close to him would still often make him uncomfortable

They would steal his clothes and sometimes replace it with theirs. It would have been normal friends shenanigans if they weren't doing it just to use his hoodies as their pillow cases so they could sleep better at night

They were also gift him so much stuff, up to the point it's overwhelming. Like they would gift him random items that would be worth a person's net salary and not bat an eye. They're rich after all.

They would text him relentlessly and was generally needy as hell

Donnie is the type to like being equals with someone and being the giver in the relationship

Him being pamphering this much and the fact that he often can't give gifts with the same monetary value feels off to him

Since he wasn't really being firm and telling them no, they took that as a silent consent and it got even worse because they began to break even more boundaries

Tracking him, stealing his stuff just to frame them in their room, getting a lot more touchy when they're allowed to, snapping at people and generally being overprotective

In summary, they're addicted to him. They're insane. But somehow they have never made an actual move to try and date him

Now Donnie's confused as hell because he didn't know what to do

He still considers them his friend. They really like each other but they're being WEIRD and he hated it

He didn't wanna leave them but he also did not want to be around them 24/7

When they nearly hurt someone out of jealousy (she was asking him if he could tutor them) that was when he snapped

Shouted at them and such, told them about how fed up he was at them being so damn clingy like they were together and invading his personal space constantly and generally being a bad friend

He also finally mustered up the courage and turned them down and confirmed he had no romantic feelings for them

They were so grief stricken for a while and even went MIA for a week

But then suddenly popped up in their classes again as if nothing happened

And they're still acting the same, affectionate and overwhelming but slightly a lot less than before

When Donnie finally snapped and asked them where the hell they've been they just said they've been doing some thinking

And pondering

And they concluded

They figured that while he doesn't have feelings for them, that didn't kill their feelings for him either

So they asked him quietly if he could just... Let them express themselves at least.

So Donnie was like "What... What do you mean?"

And they said they wanted to still express their adoration. They still want to shower him with gifts and such but he doesn't have to reciprocate

Because in the first place, they had didnt even expect him to

Sure, they hoped he would like them back, they really really hoped he did. They wanted to pretend it meant he liked them back when he gave back gifts or hesitantly reciprocated on physical or verbal closeness

But they knew. Even in their delusional state they had moments of clarity and they knew he didn't like them back in the way they wanted

So now they're just... Crying to him. They want to still love him, even if he's taken away by someone else (aka gets into a romantic relationship with someone else)

They promised to be better, they promised they'll try their best not to be so overly affectionate and to lose their feelings along the line, and to stop invading his privacy

They also apologized for being so protective

But they also begged him to let them keep loving him, even if they knew he didn't love them back

And Donnie, not knowing what else to do, they just... Scolded them for all the weird shit they did but ultimately just... Let them be

Literally everyone in his family started cringing when they heard how it all went down and everyone advised him to start on cutting connection to Iyani but it's not that simple!!

He LIKES them even though they were getting weird. No not romantic like but still.

Even if they used to be somewhat of a creep they were also getting better now than before and making good progress so he didn't want to just leave while they were

Despite everything he still considers them a friend... It was a bad idea for sure but uhhh yknow??

It was hard to leave them after everything they went through together

It was only after a certain accident that he begins to rethink his decisions...

It's a cliffhanger <33

I'll delve into what happens next in another post eventually but that's generally how their relationship went for a while. They're quite the odd pair don't you think?

[m1luxlov3st4rs]

no worries dude, it’s all good! my brain was also getting inspiration from yandere simulator (WE HATE YANDEREDEV/ALEX IN THIS HOUSEHOLD) and ngl my silly ass was thinking abt writing it if you didn’t LOL

i love all of those ways of removing the people from the picture or pushing them out of it partially!!!! ngl i was sort of seeing it all as them being in college as to make it less gross, so they’re all adults + living on campus, so that stalker-like behaviors are easier to do and it’s not as weird to be walking around certain buildings a lot :D slow burn in love freaks over each other would kiss with blood on their lips and red hands exploring each others bodies frfr... bbh and spreen r dead as hell for being rude bullies while charlie needed foolish and fit out since they both had crushes on mariana / mariana needed cellbit out since he had a crush on charlie :D love this au aswell man, and i may not know spanish but i would whip out my translator to read what you write! :3

Halooo, after my sudden disappeareance im back, sorry for making you wait💥💥💥

I'm glad i didn't have any spelling mistakes, that would be kinda embarrasing for me 😪😪 but anyways, i wouldn't have any problem if you want to write it for me yk.. 😉😉 /jk

But seriously, if you want to write something abt it i would be very happy, and if you don't, i would be happy anyways beacuse knowing that someone shows interest in my au's lifts my mood (especially now that the qsmp ended and it made me very very sad)

Talking abt the executions, (im going to call them like that) i wanted to make them all different so there weren't very repetitive, but half of them ended up being matched (i figured how to say it i think) beacuse i took pity of the cubitos and i didnt want to kill everyone 😔, so im glad that you liked them :DD

When i had the idea, i didnt think well abt the institution they were in, but i think the same as you, college is the best option, even though i have never seen a college were students lived on campus (unless its on movies) beacuse as far as i know, in Argentine colleges students do not live on campus, so i'll see what can i do with that *worried smile *

Hell yeah these freaks would definitely have crazy hot yandere bloody sex 🫣🫣🫣

FUCK BBH AND SPREEN (lie i love them) this is what you get for being rude ass bullies 🤬🤬🤬

AND FUCK FOOLISH, FIT, CELLBIT (lie i love them too) AND EVERYONE FOR GETTING IN THE WAY OF THIS BLOOMING PSYCHO LOVE🤬🤬🤬🤬

And dont worry about the translations, in case i write something i would try to do it on english to practice my grammar, so it will be a win-win :DD

[deepdarkdelights]

Another two down. I read Prey For Me and Pygmalion. I gotta say, I Iove how every story has been giving different vibes. Predator was more frightening and fearful, Purgatory was more emotional, and then we jump into Prey For Me, which was more sexual. I got sooooo pissed at her ex. And to find out that he cheated on her with her sister for 4 years??! WTF. I know each story is yandere, but yet I still gasped when Jimin revealed that he killed her ex haha. Caught me off guard. I really enjoyed Pygmalion. We get more into insecurity for the MC. It honestly made me so sad to read how insecure she is about herself. Just like Taehyung said, him and Jimin are very different so it was interesting to read those stories back to back. Also Taehyung said that each member of the family has a certain gift that they gained from their human lives. His is very good sight. I don't recall if the rest of the members said theirs. What are the rest of the members gifts and why is it those specific traits? Putting that aside, I'm still very curious about Namjoon's character. He doesn't make many appearances and they don't really talk about him until they bring up troubles going on. I can't wait to read Namjoon's story once you have it out. I wonder how the MC might be and what about her that causes Namjoon's attention. I'll probably have to re-read Perfection because of all the information I'm getting from the other stories.

Oooh you're making really good progress! And I am so glad you noticed the tonal difference between them! I really wanted to give each member their own story and their own vibes while still trying to connect them.

As for their enhancements, I have talked about them a little bit before. Basically, a prominent trait or experience from their human life could be enhanced or formed into a "gift" in their vampiric life. It can also be something that develops as a means of survival.

JK is exceptionally strong and a talented hunter but also fairly callous and unemotional. This comes from a human life where he felt weak and was bullied and abused. When he first turned he experienced immense rage but he later schooled it into apathy and just became bloodthirsty and ruthless. Still, he is physically enhanced (far stronger than anyone else) while also being emotionally affected.

Yoongi has a form of future sight, this developed due to his inability to foresee his incoming death in spite of the signs being there. Now, he gets intense feelings when something bad is about to happen.

Jimin has magnetism. In his human life, he was the casanova type and drew people towards him. Now as a vampire he can attract people towards him or choose to repel them away (this works more so on an attraction basis, becoming extremely seductive and compelling, or choosing to force people away from him - it's more emotional and mental rather than telekinetic lol)

Tae was an artist and that was a very prominent part of his life. As a vampire, he already has great eyesight, but his is far better than any other vampire he knows. It's extremely clear, he can see much farther (miles farther if he so chooses) and he has a much wider scope of peripheral vision. So he can oftentimes be the first warning system of danger alongside Yoongi.

Hoseok, much like Tae has an enhancement. He is far faster than any other vampire, so fast that when he moves it looks like he is teleporting. This was because, in his human life, he was unable to outrun his death. Much like Jungkook, he is also a very talented tracker/hunter.

Jin has compulsion, another enhancement. In his human life, he was very persuasive and was oftentimes able to get whatever he wanted in whatever deal he was making. As a vampire, he has the gift of being able to compel almost anyone to do exactly what he tells them. It's not something he enjoys using often as he still enjoys trying to use his "natural" skills, that and using this ability tends to take a lot out of him.

Joon...well Joon is still TBD 😂 As the leader of the coven and everyone's maker he does have control over them, he can instruct them to do anything and they will have to do it - there is no choice. That isn't his "gift" though, this is simply true for all maker-creation bonds.

Enjoy the last few fics! If you have any more questions I would be thrilled to answer 💜