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| 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

|𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐚𝐮: 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬,𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭,𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

| 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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| 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 & 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, foul language ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬), 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬).

| 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 does 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

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resentment.

bitter indignation of having been treated unfairly.

you had carried that heavy feeling for some time now, weighing you down with each step that you took. you wished you could pinpoint the reason, to have one target to focus on but there had been many things that caused you to clasp onto this feeling, it had become so familiar, you dared to call it a friend.

its warm embrace consuming you when you lay empty at night.

in your darkest hours.

Being raised in an almost picture-perfect home prevented you from completely grasping how you had ended up with the stirring feeling.

 you had been given all that you had ever asked for, your parent's wealth had guaranteed you a life of luxury and pampering that anyone would die for. you had been sent to the best schools, had surrounded yourself with the elites, you had been born into a world that had been hand-made perfectly for you, so was it truly unfair?

yes

besides the fact that you never had to truly worry about anything in life, you had been instilled with morals, morals that your father had soon thrown to the wind the second a business offer was laid on his table that he just had to bite.

 success was not enough for a man like your father, he always starved for more.

so much so that once the Jeon family, one of the wealthiest and most influential families in Korea offered a 98 billion won investment into his company in exchange for the marriage of their heirs, there was no fucking way he was going to refuse.

regardless of the sacrifices his own daughter would have to make for him.

marriage was sacred, this had been instilled in you since the early age of 5, your parents had fallen in love at the sweet age of 18, and ever since they had been inseparable. even after 25 years of marriage they still managed to swoon for one another. They had built a successful company together with blood, sweat, and tears. the dedication and loyalty they had for their business only enforced their ties.

"If you are to marry someone, do it for love"

they would say, funny how that quickly changed the moment money was placed on the line.

it was painful for you to admit that all the glory had gotten to their heads.

they had prepared a wedding in less than a week, forcing you into a marriage with a man you had only met the day you said your rehearsed vows.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook was one of the youngest and wealthiest eligible bachelors in Korea, the news of your marriage had shaken society to its core, no one had expected such a thing, he was known for his partying and luxurious life and you were barely known at all, as you always ensured to keep a low profile. magazines and blogs had gushed over your dress and the venue, the celebrities and other elites who had attended, and the expensive wines and food that had been provided. all things that had been chosen for you.

and yet you prevailed, in the sickest way you had convinced yourself that it would all work out for the best, your father would have not set you up for failure, you were the apple of his eye.

 arranged marriages were not uncommon in your circle, many of them had turned out just fine. eventually, you could fall for him, eventually, you could really love him, like a real marriage.

the thought now caused a vile taste in your mouth.

you had been so foolish, so naive to believe such things but given the circumstances, it was the only thing you could hold onto. hopeful thoughts.

the hope that had been snatched from you the moment you had learned the truth behind this entire ordeal.

you see unbeknown to your father, the money that had been used to trade his daughter had come from the illegal sale of firearms to the biggest mafia leaders and gangs in Korea, all the success the Jeon family had obtained had come from a long lineage of fraudulent businesses and crime and your father's company had just become the next victim.

they had used your marriage to strengthen their venomous root within the company, using it to launder their blood money.

98 billion drops of blood at that.

which meant that if they fell, your family fell with them and even though you carried great indignation towards the people who you had once called your parents, you could not imagine bringing them such pain.

therefore, divorce was not an option.

fear had forced you into a loveless marriage, had you harboring secrets for the family that would bring your own down in the blink of an eye.

"Mrs. Jeon"

a delicate whisper flowed into the air, snapping you back into the room in which you sat.

"mhm," you blinked, your eyes falling back onto the woman standing before you holding a catalog for you to view.

"I apologize ma'am" her voice shaking slightly, "I asked if you would like to view the new line of furniture coming out this season" she offered "for the remodelation of your home".

you stared blankly at the photographs before you and took a deep breath, your mind vacant.

"send some options to my assistant and then we will choose from them" you instructed.

the woman nodded and bowed deeply before removing herself from the room.

this was what you had to become. you had integrated yourself smoothly into the role of a stay-at-home wife as requested by your father-in-law who had made it clear that working was not a woman's duty and that you should allow your husband to provide for you.

all the dreams you once had of becoming a successful businesswoman had been replaced by brunches with other wives from high society and charity events. there was no room for your aspirations here and neither was there for any protest.

it made you want to claw at your eyes.

"Myung" you called for your assistant, and she quickly appeared before you. her small frame contrasting against your grand office, her shaky hands pressed tightly against the tablet on her hands and if you looked closely you could swear she was on the verge of an anxiety attack.

"yes Mrs. Jeon"

you cringed at the name that she uttered, wanting to remove yourself as much as possible from that family.

"Myung, please call me Y/N"

you corrected, causing her cheeks to grow brightly red at her mistake. She bowed quickly, her eyes wide open.

"Y-yes Mrs. J - Y/N"

"do I have any other meetings for today?" you inquired.

her eyes quickly scanned the tablet in her hands, the schedule reflecting off her thick glasses.

" uhm, you were free for the rest of the evening but Mr. Jeon actually called and requested to have dinner with you tonight" she announced nervously.

"oh" your lips parted "he's back from his travels, is he?" she shook her head rapidly, biting on her bottom lip, a bad habit you learned she had each time she grew nervous, which was often.

you leaned back onto your chair and pondered for a moment. spending time with your husband was always planned, always scheduled. much like a business meeting, there were many formalities taken at the time.

hell, you didn't even share the same bed.

in the year you have been married, the man had not touched you once.

it could be that he found solace in the arms of other women, many of whom smiled each time they passed you at events as if fucking your husband was some kind of bragging right, or maybe it was the iciness you radiated any time he was anywhere near you.

regardless of the reason, nothing had changed since the day you said I do.

it was visible to you from the first day you entered your shared home that this would not be a marriage that would offer you comfort or warmth.

once the housekeeper had shown you to your room and found no evidence that your husband had even graced his presence there you had concluded that you were doomed to the coldness of an empty relationship.

you scoffed rather loudly, turning your chair to face Myung once more.

"Who does he think he is" You bit "am I a dog that he summons whenever he feels like it?"

she stood still, thoughts bubbling in her mind.

you held out your finger before she could speak "Do not answer that".

you inhaled deeply before reaching for your Birkin bag and standing up firmly.

"call the driver and tell him to take me home"

"but Mrs. Je - Y/N"

Myung protested as you walked toward the doors of your office

"Mr. Jeon will be upset" she concluded.

there it was, that reminder that all those who stood beside you ultimately were under the Jeon payroll, and although they showed the utmost respect towards you, their loyalty remained elsewhere.

you snapped your head towards her and placed the shades you carried in your hands over your eyes in a swift movement, your red lips pulling into a smirk.

it had been a long time coming, your rebellion that was. you had been obedient for far too long, running at their Becking call like some kind of pet. the title of a trophy wife made you sick but that was what you were all along.

smile pretty for the camera Y/N, laugh Y/N, walk Y/N, bow Y/N, be respectful Y/N, don't be too loud Y/N, shrink yourself Y/N.

"then let him"

you had been silent for too long, cowarding at each of their words, in fear they would hurt your family.

but you were your father's daughter and you were starving

for revenge. 

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𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞! 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤/𝐝𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Yandere!Butler HCs

Yan!Butler x GN! Royal! Reader

Content Warning - Yandere themes (obviously), stalking, murder (in the cute silly way 🫶), obsession, masochist yandere, nsfw mentions

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Yan!Butler who knew he was in love with you the second your parents hired him. You were just so pretty when you had that annoyed pout on your face, how could he resist?

Yan!Butler who couldn’t understand why you needed any of your other staff, he could do everything they could do! Better even! He was definitely more dedicated to you than those other rats.

Yan!Butler who will let you do whatever you want to him, yes slap him in the face! Glare at him! Swear at him! Anything! This man can be whatever you want him to be, just give him a second glance.

Yan!Butler who may or may not steal a few pairs of your underwear and take it back to his own quarters to assist him with his thoughts. Your underwear wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off was how he spent most nights after all.

Yan!Butler who follows you around the castle whether you notice him or not please notice him. He just wants to make sure you’re safe!

Yan!Butler who will slaughter any maid, guard or other worker who even dares to defy his beloved. How could those imbeciles even think to say no to you?! Don’t worry beloved! He took care of them for you!

Yan!Butler who just wants you to toss him around. Tie him to your bed, leave him overstimulated and begging for release, stick a vibrator in his ass, slap him, kick him, punch him. Spit in his mouth and he’ll swallow it like a starved man in a desert. Anything for his darling.

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🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་. “Cry for me” - Kinktober Day 17

paring: producer!namjoon x vocalist!fem!reader

genre: smut

tags/warnings: dacryphilia, explicit language, creampies, recording with consent (a song), praise and slight degradation, fat dick joonie, makes reader cry once and wants to do it again, pet names and degrading ones alike, some exhibitionist undertones (like the other post lol), readers pussy is wet just like her face ☹️ joon is so cute

synopsis: namjoon needs to add a special touch to his song

word count: 1k

you and namjoon really tried to keep business and pleasure different. you both realized the greatness of mixing the two though after namjoon’s mind was dazed, only thoughts of making a mess out of you filled his head. he didn’t think this simple favor would lead to him being buried in you with your clammy hands sliding down the glass for support. coughs and tears croaked out of you as you remembered exactly how namjoon asked you for this favor. you had recorded background vocals and ad libs for namjoon and the boys many times, the cut of the check was pretty nice too. so you were used to when they’d hit you up, especially namjoon who practically lived in his studio and needed samples of your voice frequently. this favor he was asking for was a strange one though. “can you cry for me?” his alluring, deep voice making you sit up at the strange words he just asked. cry for him? well that wasn’t what he usually needed from you.

“huh? you said cry?” your eyebrows furrowed. “that’s not nice joon.”

“it’s for a song i’m working on, i need it done by tomorrow. so yes or no?”

“what are you trying to make an edgy breakup song?”

“you could say that.” that’s how you found yourself in the recording booth, headphones over your ears as you tried pushing out fake tears. you looked pathetic trying to do something so stupid. namjoon sighed, seeing that you weren’t taking this seriously and realizing this process was going to be a lot longer than he wanted it to. he pressed down on the button to speak to you, wanting to burst into laughter at the face you were giving him. “why are you looking at me like that? i just need a clip of it.” he let out another laugh.

“i can’t just cry on command. i don’t have a reason to cry namjoon.” you glared at him through the glass trying to figure out why he thought you could do this naturally.

“how about i give you one then?”

and so, your salty, tear stained face was pressed into the glass after that, wet panties dragged down your thighs while he plunged that thick, meaty cock between your pussy lips. his large hand covered your head, keeping you grounded against the glass as your cries sounded throughout the studio. being split open with makeup mixed tears, your body went limp when you couldn’t take it anymore. “needed something to cry about? cry about this dick then sweetheart. wanna hear you.” your whimpers weren’t enough for him. he wanted you sobbing and blabbering. so he pushed in further, hitting your womb and turning your pussy to mush. he knew this was for a project, but he wanted to see you like this more. “always wanted this pussy, knew you felt warm like this– uhh–fuck.”

“joonie,” you sniffled out, eyes puffy and red from how relentless he was being when it came to your body. drool inched from the corners of your mouth while you went on a rampage of fucked out, rambled sentences he didn’t try understanding. instead he made those sentences more incoherent, lifting your legs slightly so that you were mid air being destroyed by his cock. he was chasing those pretty tears now, eyes never leaving your face and completely forgetting the reason why he wanted you to shed tears for him. fucking his prissy little background vocalist wasn’t on his list today but he was happy he could squeeze in the time. “joonie ahh– ahhh ‘m so wet, ‘s–so wet for this dick fuck!”

“yeah baby girl, who’s making you cry on this dick?”

“you joonie!” you looked back at him, black mascara stained cheeks bringing out all of those slutty features. your tears were making him grow inside you, if he knew you’d look like a goddess while crying for him he’d have been much meaner in the past. he was desperate to see what else could have you crying like a destitute slut.

“look at you,” namjoon pulled you up by your throat. he made you face the transparent glass now, making you look at how your tears were smudged up on the glass along with your faint reflection. “look at my fucked out crybaby. fuckin’ sexy ass.” he grabbed your ass, smack after smack landing on you while you threw it back on his dick, pushing that tight pussy on him so he was balls deep inside of you. you didn’t know if you were sobbing because of the stretch or because you desperately needed more. “gonna make my song go platinum with these cries sweetheart.” he wanted everyone to hear how hard you cried over him, maybe he’d add the squelch of your soaked hole for more affect too. “shit– you getting tighter or you cumming on my dick?”

he got his answer when relief washed over you, finally being able to nut right on his cock. namjoon buried himself inside, filling you up and mixing your mess. your hole leaked out onto the floor, trickling and dripping out of you like a waterfall. “so pretty, leaking with my kids, just like those tears leaking from your eyes darling.”

“did i do good joon? can i hear?” this was always the best part, listening to joon tweak and revise your sounds. you couldn’t wait to watch him play around with those beautiful moans and mewls. you took it easy when lifting your body from the glass you were pressed into. you pulled your panties up to prevent yourself from spilling even more and quickly followed joon over to listen with him. his expression fell when he realized the record symbol wasn’t a play symbol. “namjoon.”

he gave you that innocent golden retriever smile. “shit. guess i forgot to press record.” he laughed and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, all while his eyes narrowed lustfully at you. “session two?”

“i’m going to fucking kill you.” you grumbled, fingers hooking around your flimsy panties again and slipping the cum stained fabric back down your thighs.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ HEALING EMBRACE ┊ KIM NAMJOON, JUNG HOSEOK

SUMMARY ┊ going through an unexpected breakup is never easy. but your heart feels less heavy now as your two best friends show you what true love feels like.

WARNINGS ┊ mention of heartbreak & breakup, so much fluff

based on this request, dedicated to those who need a tight hug to soothe their aching heart <3 click on read more

the sun has just begun to cast its soft glow through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. as the gentle rays illuminate the room, you stir from your slumber, your eyes blinking away the remnants of a restless night.

you forgot the last time you've cried your eyes out for so long, but you are certain you were left without a tear in your body. although you can’t help but feel the weight of heartbreak lingering heavily on your chest, and the pain. you've never thought it could seem so insurmountable.

you feel a lump forming in your throat at the thought; you, being so vulnerable, destroying yourself for a man who you knew didn't deserve you. that is probably why you feel so shameful, wasting your tears for a man whose only aim in life was to hurt you.

just the thought of him makes your blood boil and your body shake in frustration, but the feeling is soon gone when you feel an heavy arm tightening against your waist. as your eyes open, you can't help but smile as you become aware of the warmth enveloping you completely.

you didn’t remember falling asleep like this, cozily nestled between your two best friends, whose arms are around you as if to cage you -- not that you mind.

the same way you didn’t mind when you found the same men standing outside the door of your apartment last night, food in their hands, fully prepared to help you as they always did.

you truly feel lucky like to have someone like hoseok and namjoon in your life -- the two inseparable best friends (more like brothers) who share the same affection and love for you. sometimes you wonder if you deserve to have them in your life, but never in your years of friendship did they ever made you believe you were a burden.

and it’s only part of their caring nature to act like this towards you. although, you are now certain you hold a soft spot in their heart, just by they way they treat you.

namjoon possesses an air of quiet strength, a natural leader among the others. his presence exudes a sense of calm and reliability, making him your go-to person for guidance and support. or for just a laughter whenever his clumsy self decides to make a mess.

you've always felt safe around him, not just for his size -- him being taller than you is just an optional -- but his aura itself radiates true and pure gentleness. even now, with his arm wrapped protectively around you that spoke of unwavering comfort.

your back is pressed tight against his hard chest, his breath hot against the crook of your neck as he cuddles against you, still deep in his slumber.

only when you hear a shuffling noise next to you, you turn around, meeting the sleepy, yet soft gaze of hoseok. his hair were a mess, making you giggle as you comb his dark locks with your hand.

"good morning, beautiful" he purrs as your fingers play with his hair, earning a genuine smile from him.

since the first time you've met him, hoseok has always been the sunbeam of the group with his contagious laugh and his pretty smile.

a smile that shouldn't match with the sadness in his eyes -- something that you've noticed after getting to know him deeper -- but somehow he makes it work. as if his eyes were a reminder of his past, and his smile a reminder that he never lets his sadness overtake him.

"good morning..." you whisper, your giggles subsiding as you stare into his eyes, your voice still hoarse as you feel a burning sensation in your throat. the memory of you crying in sobs makes your cheek grow hot in embarassment, something that hoseok notices right away.

"how are you feeling?" he asks, his voice showing a hint of concern as he tries to find the right words. "slept well?"

you simply nod at his question, a tight smile on your face as he brushes some hair away. his gesture is so full of care and love, and you almost feel your heart skip a bit as he starts pampering your cheeks with soft kisses, a silent way to reassure you.

you close your eyes at the sensation, savouring it as he continues to shower you with affection. your body feels even warmer now that his lips were on you, and you almost don’t realise you were holding your breath if it wasn't for another voice suddenly awakening you.

"what are you two doing?" namjoon's deep morning voice is enough to make you whimper, his question sounding more attractive then it shouldn't have.

"i'm taking care of our girl, of course" says hoseok, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you can’t help but feel shy at his words.

"you could have waited for me," namjoon protests, tightening his grip around you as a way to make you turn to meet his face.

he looks breathtaking even in the morning, and by the way his gaze softens as he stares at you, he probably thinks the same thing about you.

"it's not my fault you take too long to wake up," hoseok responds with a teasing tone, you can almost sense the smirk in his voice.

"but i'm awake now," namjoon responds, giving you a reasurring smile as you stare into his dark eyes. his gaze is full of comfort, trying to read through you as his usual. "feeling better?"

you nod, feeling a lump forming in your throat. but not because you’re still thinking about the cause of your pain, no. but because you can’t believe you are this lucky. lucky to have two men who care for you as if you are the only thing that matters. words seem insufficient to express the gratitude and comfort you feel in this moment.

"we're here for you, you know that." hoseok says, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as he grazes his nose on your soft skin, nuzzling against your neck. namjoon hums at his words, his hand finding your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

"take all the time you need," namjoon adds, his voice barely a whisper as his thumb brushes your cheek.

you feel so vulnerable at their touch, comfort enveloping you completely as their bodies press against you. the room is filled with an unspoken understanding, a bond that goes beyond words. they know you’re hurting, and they are determined to be the pillars of strength you need.

"should i prepare some breakfast?" namjoon asks suddenly, his question meant for you as hoseok snorts at his suggestion.

"if you want to burn the whole house down, go ahead" he responds snarkily, and you can’t help the laughter escaping your mouth at his words.

namjoon isn’t the best cook, that's for certain. but you appreciate the thought. and thruthfully imagining him cook in your kitchen brings you a sense of comfort.

"i was thinking some biscuits and juice!" he tries to defend himself, and you almost feel the urge to kiss his pout away, something that he notices right away as you look at him with doe eyes.

you keep laughing as the two of them continue their banter, that soon comes to an end as hoseok convinces namjoon that you deserve more than a simple breakfast, opting for some take-out instead.

"you're the one ordering, though" namjoon smirks, his arm wrapping around you again as he pushes hoseok away in a playful manner.

"you're unbearable in the morning," he huffs, sitting on the bed as he grabs his phone.

as he dials the number, you stare into his black tee-covered back, your hand massaging his skin through the soft material in a gentle manner. he turns his head, looking at you with an appreciative smile.

your motion is almost interrupted when you feel wet lips on your cheek, your eyes meeting with namjoon as he continues his soft attack on you.

"are you sure you're okay?" he whispers in your ear as his lips trail down your neck, making you close your eyes at the feeling.

you’re too lost in sensation that you don’t respond, making namjoon stop his movements. you can’t help the whine escaping your lips as he stops suddenly, but when you open your eyes, you’re met with his distinctive smirk.

"answer me, baby" he demands, his voice deeper than usual as he knows the effect it has on you. and the nickname.

it isn’t the first time namjoon called you that, somehow you've never found weird that a friend referred at you as baby, especially a close one like namjoon.

but now that you are in your bed, your body pressed against his naked chest, his lips on your skin, well... it all feels different.

and the fact the hoseok is also there, -- now having finished talking on the phone to order you food -- sitting in your bed as his fingers keep gently grazing the skin of your leg, makes it even more domestic.

it feels strange -- having your two best friends so close to you. but it feels... natural. as if it was always meant to be this way.

and it never felt like this with anyone before, not even with that garbage you used to call your boyfriend. he doesn’t have an ounce of what namjoon and hoseok have.

"food's coming," hoseok announces, putting his phone away as he lays down on the bed once again, his arm founding your waist.

as the three of you wait for it to arrive, you engage in quiet conversation, their words a balm to your wounded heart. they share stories, cracked jokes, and never brought up the topic of your ex boyfriend -- not wanting to ruin the comforting mood you've created.

your heart feels so full now that you’re embraced, both physically and metaphorically, by their unconditional love, a feeling you longed for a long time. and soon, the room - once filled with the weight of heartbreak - begins to transform into a haven of solace.

and it doesn’t matter how your friendship with namjoon and hoseok would have changed after everything that happened till now, you are certain, now more than ever, that they were meant to be in your life. to give you the love you've never thought you deserved.

V and Male Loser Reader adds more fuel to the dumpster fire I find myself in love with as of now. Greasy incel loser comes to terms with the reality he is a raving bisexual when he meets a just as if not more pathetic loser boy who makes V wish he was dead as much as he wishes he could tongue down this waste of air that has become his entire life.

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K: Your new friend's pretty cool.... You guys kissed yet?

V: He's fine, but you know I'm straight right?...

[Loser Reader walks out of V's bedroom wearing a maid dress with a skirt that rides their ass and a boob window that shows off their whole chest]

Loser Reader: Hey, man- I spilled soda all over my clothes so I hope it's cool I borrow something from your closet. You got some weird shit in there, but it's not like I can judge.

[V pushes his bangs out of his face to get a good look at them - shoving a pillow into his lap as his face turns beet red. K pulls out her phone.]

V: Katherine- if you take a picture of my boyfriend's tits I will break your fingers

K: Don't you mean-

V: I said what I said.

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"Aw, are you two a couple?-"

V: What? No, we're just-

Loser Reader, cutting him off with a kiss: So madly in love! Sorry, my boyfriend's a lil shy.

V, whispering: What the fuck dude, I have a girlfriend-

Loser Reader, whispering back: Shut the fuck up, couples get free shit here and your crusty ass body pillow does not count as a girlfriend!

V: ....Better kiss me with tongue so it's really believable.

Loser Reader: Good idea.... but I don't see how you gripping my ass will help us..

V: You want this to be convincing, don't you?

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V, laying in bed: .... I think... I might be into guys....

Loser Reader, butt ass naked beside him: No way..... What gave you that idea?

Yan!Doctor HC’s

Yan!Doctor x GN! Patient! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, nsfw mentions

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Yan!Doctor who practically drooled when you first walked in his office, your wrist hurts? Don’t worry honey! He’ll get you fixed up in no time! Look how reliable he is!

Yan!Doctor who refuses to let you see anyone else other than the receptionist or the occasional nurse. Just a check up? You didn’t want to bother him? What ever do you mean? None of the other doctors know you like he does.

Yan!Doctor who makes excuses for you to stay longer, suddenly you have a fever that needs urgent care! Ah ah ah gorgeous where are you going? You’re still not healthy.

Yan!Doctor who may or may not snoop through your file. XXXX avenue, hm? That’s only a couple streets from his house! It’s like you were meant to be.

Yan!Doctor who you start seeing around more often. The grocery store? He’s there buying some fruit. Going on a morning jog? He’s buying some coffee nearby, what a coincidence! Want to join him?

Yan!Doctor who is just worried for your health, which is why he slips some pills into your drink. Are you feeling light-headed love? Here, you can crash at his place for as long as you need! Let him carry you home when you pass out.

Yan!Doctor who can’t help himself when he sees you curled up in his bed. He stands next to the mattress and jerks off over your face. Fuck! You’re so beautiful, be his already! He’s got everything! Money, insurance, a nice house, he can give you the luxury life you’ve always wanted! Stay with him!

Yan!Doctor who promises to keep you safe, no matter what.

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