All That Glitters | Jimin X Reader

All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

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

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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Reader works at a cafe and unknowingly gets stalked by a customer named Jimin. He waits for her after work to confess his love, when she gets freaked out, he is offended/mad and takes her.

“One Vanilla Latte, please.”

It was him again. You had learned that his name was Jimin, he always loved to have a little chat while you prepared him his coffee. Unknowingly to you, he actually hated that coffee — but he knew it was your favorite so he always ordered one.

Jimin was a very flirty customer, but you didn’t mind too much. He was handsome and always left a grandiose tip for you, so you never complained. Though lately he had gotten a little. . persistent. He had asked you for your number a few times already, and although you had always politely declined so far, he would ask the same question again the next day. You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful and very charming, though you weren’t really looking for anything at the moment. There were other things on your mind.

“Here you go.” Handing him the hot cup with a gentle smile, his fingertips brushing over your own ever so slightly and you could swear you heard him sigh at the brief touch. Jimin refused to ask for your number this time, though that did not mean he accepted defeat. No, he had a very thoughtful plan for tonight. He had watched you deliberately, day in and day out — every second he could spare he would spend in your shadow.

He had learned every tiny little detail of your daily routine, you’r alarm would ring at 8am sharp every morning and you’d go straight to your bathroom where you would spend approximately fifteen minutes before you would come out again. A quick breakfast that would vary with each day, sometimes you wouldn’t have anything at all and would just get a croissant at the Café. At exactly 9:30am he would come in and order his usual Vanilla Latte — that he absolutely despised. Jimin only ordered the sweet drink because it was your own favorite. Though it was worth it to have your attention focused solely on him and having your sweet smile directed at him and him only.

The redhead had already gotten rid of a few other customers that had — in his opinion — been a little too friendly with you. Despite all the times you had rejected him, he knew you would eventually cave and give in to him. Jimin was delusional, drunk on love and a very possessive man. He was patient, but he wouldn’t wait forever. And tonight was the night he would act. No matter if you wanted him or not, he would decided that fate for you.

At 8pm sharp you stepped through the glass doors of the Café and locked the building up. With a heavy sigh and an even heavier bag on your shoulders you dropped the key inside your pockets and turned around to walk home. Though it had seemed someone had been waiting around for you to finally step out of the Café.

“Finally! I knew you had a long shift today, but it felt like I was waiting forever.” The male whined, long fingers curling around your shoulder to keep you close. It took you a few seconds to comprehend, to understand the situation and make Jimin out as the culprit. His grip wasn’t strong but firm enough to make you uncomfortable. And his words confused you greatly.

“What are you talking about? Why were you waiting for me?” Your voice seemed to waver slightly, pulling back a little but it barely seemed to faze him. There were no other people around and you were dreading something awful. You had already pegged Jimim as quite persistent, though you wouldn’t have expected him to wait around until he would get you alone.

“Would you please—” Your protest quickly got cut off by his excited voice. “But! You’re here now!” He exclaimed, pulling you back by your shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for this day, (Y/N). Day in and day out I’ve been waiting, but even I get impatient, darling. And I can’t wait anymore.”

His words were starting to worry you a little, now a bit more desperately trying to put some distance between the both of you. You could see his left eye twitch at your resistance, but his big smile never faded. Perhaps now you could finally see the delusion swimming in his brown eyes, the love that he had for you. But now was already too late, he had you in his grasp and he would never let go again. No words could leave your lips, shaking your head slightly at the absurd situation he was putting you in. “I really don’t want to do this the hard way, my love.”

He was speaking so sweetly, reaching up place his free hand on your cheek and caress your skin ever so softly. Those words made you halt your movements almost instantly, was he. . threatening you? Your body seemed to move on it’s own, slapping his hand away with a swift movement. You finally seemed to gain enough strength to pull out of his grip and take a few steps back — only to bump against the locked glass doors behind you. Silence followed your resistance, and it terrified you even more than his words before. You could feel the hairs on your neck standing up, shifting from one foot to the other. The whole situation made you extremely uncomfortable and worried.

The silence broke with a sinister chuckle, Jimin’s whole body seemed to tremble with quiet laughter before it stopped as abruptly as it came. His head lifted to look down on you, glaring almost. “Don’t be stupid, (Y/N). Come here and be a good girl.” He mumbled, holding his hand up for you to take but you only stared at him in disbelief. A few seconds passed by with Jimin staring you down before he sighed in disappointment, dropping his hand to his side.

“I really didn’t want to have to result to this,” Jimin shot you a apologetic smile, pulling a small tissue out of his pockets. “But you gave me no choice. This is your own fault, darling, remember that.” And with those words he lunged forward, pushing you back against the glass doors with a strong grip on your shoulder and pressing the cloth over your nose and mouth. The impact had you gasping, instantly inhaling the chloroform and slumping together in his grip.

“Sleep tight, little (Y/N). I’ll be patient one last time until you wake up.”

Moonstruck | Yandere KNJ x Reader

Preview: Namjoon had this all planned out. Your father was a smart man, but unfortunately, even smart people make stupid decisions. He had abandoned you like a coward, saving his ass like the selfish man he was, thinking that leaving you would be the safest option for the both of you.

If you truly didn’t know where your father was, then maybe he should know where you were. After all, it would be rude to not attend his daughter’s and future son-in-law’s wedding.

Genre: Yandere, Mafia au

Word count: 7,7k

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Florist/daughter of a hitman reader, gangster Seventeen Jun.

Warnings: yandere, forced marriage, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, drugging, blackmail, isolation, murder, use of taser, non consensual touching, non consensual kissing, physicalviolence, abuse of power, manipulation, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, cursing, use of knife but not on people, blood, guns, absent mother, divorced parents, former alcoholic father.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: My mind is BLOWN, I did NOT just write something like this did I? Oh well, I hope you guys enjoy the one-shot. Feedback is very much appreciated!💜

Soon. Soon enough will all of this be over.

Growing up and seeing your father avoid and deal with loan sharks since you could remember. Haven’t always been the easiest to handle.

You don’t blame your father because after your mother left your dad stopped working, the drinking got even worse, and for a while you had to live with your grandparents until your dad got his shit together.

After a year he claimed he had gotten everything sorted out, but no one believed him until one day he showed up at your grandparent’s house with a bunch of gifts.

The same day, he treated you to a nice day at the carnival. He brought you all the tasty sweets, went on all the rides with you, and won you a plushy that became your childhood favorite toy.

For a moment, you forget all the pain from seeing your father and mother fighting for years, seeing mysterious cuts and bruises on his body, and seeing your dad get drunk to the point where he would pass out.

It had been a while since you felt happy and hearing your father laugh and smile, it made you feel like everything was fine now.

That was until you found out how fast your fairytale was coming to an end.

“Sweetie, I’m talking to you, don’t walk away!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

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Before I Leave You (Pt.36)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “okay, not to make this all about me and my meltdown still but- i’m going to feel really guilty for like a week if you don’t actually fuck each other.”

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: Dom! Jin, Dom! Namjoon, Switch! Yoongi, Sub! m/c, aftercare, safe-wording, hurt/comfort, omegaspace, angst, cuddling, excessive kissing, soft-sex as aftercare, referenced addictive slick, oral (f. receiving), squirting, overstimulation, fingering, group sex, knots, penetration, pain during sex/penetration, monster cock namjoon, size kink, breeding kink, crying during sex (not dacryphilia), overal very soft, cum marking,

W/c: 14.8k

A/n: this chapter is as messy as it is long and unedited but i didn’t want to wait another week to give you guys a new chapter! My brother is visiting from cambodia so i’m a little busy but i’ll try to respond to every comment this time! promise <3

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Now, one thing that you should know is that Min Yoongi generally considers himself a rational man, and that rationality isn’t limited to his own ego; none of your scene had been new or strange to him- none of it was something that was shocking on principle. 

Some people like getting spanked during sex, so what? 

But knowing it and seeing it are two very different things. 

Yoongi’s biology does not like to see his mate in pain; it goes against every shred of his being and contradicts everything he’s grown to need over the last few months. He’s grown to depend on the daily security of waking up with you in his arms, to know your touch is only a hairsbreadth away at a moments notice. 

Yoongi has only ever wanted to help you heal- but he never stopped to consider what that might look like for you. Honestly, it never even occurred to him that it could look like this. 

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KISS, MARRY, KILL.

━ “in which you’re the only person counted on to kill the villainous king of the land. however, you find yourself not being able to do it on the night you’re supposed to fulfill your duty because of one great flaw: your growing affection for king hoseok.” ━ king!hoseok x reader | 1.5k words. | 18+ | light angst, royalty au, e2l au | warning/s: swearing, suggestive sexual themes, light groping, attempted murder, hoseok is not really a good guy here (lmao idk why i have to say this bUT THIS IS OBVS FICTION SO DONT GO FOR GUYS LIKE THIS IRL), implied toxic relationship

gain the trust of the king and assassinate him once the timing is right—that was what your father told you a day before your marriage with his majesty, jung hoseok.

you nodded and promised that you would go forth with the task and succeed no matter what; that you were determined to do the people of the kingdom a favor by killing the tyrant they absolutely feared, the tyrant who took advantage of their money and their living, the tyrant who ordered to kill their husbands and sons when they went against his orders and started an impromptu war, the tyrant that they no longer challenged because they knew that if they did, more of them would perish.

the plan was simple. hoseok was to be attracted to you, you were to pretend to reject his advances, and that move was supposed to make him want you more—which it did, because for no more than a month since the first time you made your presence known to the king that he immediately commanded your father to give his only daughter to him in exchange for wealth and protection. and of course your father agreed, with initial contempt, to not make himself suspicious, before eventually letting you be taken away.

now, it has been a year and 10 months, and yet you still haven’t done what you were trusted to do. you told the people back in the house where you grew up in that you were being thorough whenever you visited and they questioned you, explaining to them that you were just aiming to truly make yourself look honest and reliable to his majesty, so that once the day comes and you slay him with no remorse, he would certainly not see it coming and make the gesture of betrayal itself more painful.

however, waiting too long definitely had other shortcomings that you didn’t foresee, for you never anticipated that your hatred towards the king would decrease as each day passed by and you spent more time hearing his sweet compliments and praises towards you—his gentleness and his concern to make you comfortable enough to live freely in the castle as his queen. to put it plainly, you undeniably weren’t ready to meet the rather kind man that he was when he wasn’t in front of his people and was ruling the kingdom in his indulgence rather than in his service.

you were falling for hoseok. the more that thought sunk in, the more it was getting harder to go forth with your task.

on the night of your second wedding anniversary though, after the both of you aggressively made love for a bunch of rounds and hoseok was already soundlessly sleeping on the bed, you decided that it was going to be the moment that you were finally going to kill him.

as quietly as you could, you reached under the bed where you previously planted the dagger you were going to use as the murder weapon to assassinate the king, grasped it tightly between your fingers, and faced forward while hoseok remained turned to the other side, completely oblivious to what you were about to execute. taking deep and slow breathes, you brought the flat side of the blade to your lips, kissed it as an apology to the man you have grown to love, and without thinking about it more that could be the reason of further possible delay—you clenched your jaw and swung your leg over to hoseok’s body, forcing him to lay on his back in an attempt to get a clean cut against his throat.

but just as you managed to lock him under you, knees placed on both sides of his hips to prevent him from moving, and your hand with the dagger already up in the air to slice his neck, a strong force stops it once it was centimeters away from his skin, and you quickly flickered your gaze upwards to look at hoseok’s face, witnessing then that his eyes were wide open and he had a little smirk plastered on his mouth.

“took you long enough, darling,” he husked, his grip on your wrist tightening. “i was just about to feel guilty for ever doubting your love for me.”

you were unconsciously tearing up, pushing your hand forward, still intent to finish what you have to do despite what you felt, using your other hand to assist its twin but hoseok was quick to grab that one too. “you’re a terrible man,” you muttered with gritted teeth. “you don’t deserve to sit on the throne.”

“i am a terrible man,” his defiance was apparent still with the way his hold was becoming firmer, not granting you the opportunity to even let the blade brush against his skin, “not sure about the part where i don’t deserve the throne though. but those two reasons should be enough to make killing me the easiest thing in the world, right?”

you grunted, your hand shaking in persistence, for you were now using all the strength that you had left to get it done, your upper body rising to put more force on your wrist.

“so, why can’t you do it? why can’t you kill me faster, love?” he furrowed his eyebrows, his expression mocking. “i know you can do better than this—could have done this way earlier too.”

“shut up.”

“you don’t look as desperate as you should be. perhaps you’re just too pathetic and weak to become a murderer.”

your grip was starting to hurt from keeping your posture too long.

hoseok grinned. “or maybe it’s the fact that you just can’t do it because you grew attached to your terrible husband to ever do.” hoseok laughed, the sound echoing inside the chamber. “is that it, ____? you love me too much now to let me die?”

you let out a growl of anger. “i said shut up—”

“—then kill me to shut me up!” he hissed, suddenly pulling your dagger closer, the cold blade finally touching his skin.

you exhaled harshly through your nose, gasping a little, irritated and pained, a tear of yours landing on his bare chest while he allowed the sharp weapon to cut a bit of his flesh, causing him to bleed.

at the sight of his blood flowing down the side of his neck and unto the mattress, you whimpered and abruptly let go of the dagger, deeming yourself as indeed too weak to continue with what’s been assigned to you because just like he said—just like what he’s been mocking you for—you already sickeningly loved him too much now to even want a small wound like this to be inflicted on his body.

the confirmation made hoseok chuckle, his two hands releasing your wrists only to use one of them to seize your throat and push you back on your side of the bed, reversing your positions. “that’s my good girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss your salty cheeks, his hold moving to your jaw to clutch it tight as he grabbed the danger and flung it far from the two of you, the loud clanking of it hitting the floor making you flinch.

meeting his eyes again when he went back to gaze at you, hoseok smirked and captured your mouth urgently, his kiss strong and demanding, his teeth scraping along your lower lip as he groaned, the fingers settled on your jaw pushing you down, his free hand landing between your legs to cup your heat, and at that the moment he decided to pull away, you were gasping for air, the overwhelming emotions you were still experiencing from attempting to kill hoseok and the roughness that aroused you clouding your right sense of judgment further.

“so obedient to me. i love you the best like this.”

you sucked in a breath as he slid his hand upwards, leaving your cunt to graze his fingertips along your stomach and breasts.

“i’m going to let this go,” he whispered next, his other hand squeezing your cheeks to keep your head steady and facing him, “as respect to what we have and for proving my significance to you tonight.” he pecked your mouth once more, tender and loving. “but if you do this again—if you try to kill me again—” he squeezed you tighter, your teeth hurting the insides of your mouth at the compression— “i won’t hesitate to try and kill you myself too, my darling. is that understood?”

he unclasped his hand at the last syllable and you nodded rapidly, panting. “yes. yes, i understand.”

“great.” hoseok appeared calmer then, and you caught a glimpse of the manner in which his eyes softened a bit and he appreciatively stared at you. it wasn’t long before he decided to go back to his usual spot, laying down comfortably as if nothing extraordinary just happened.

you looked at him and he glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.

“aren’t you going to make up for what you did?”

your heart was racing and you were physically feeling feeble in his presence due to what took place. however, you didn’t waste time diving towards him, kissing him, and apologizing just because you were unsure of how to react still. if there was one thing you were certain though—it was that hoseok cared for you too, because if he didn’t, he would have used the blade meant to kill him to execute you instead.

after all, this sinful king was not known to give second chances to others. especially not to people who endanger his life.

note. this was supposed to be for namjoon but my hoseok biased brain sAID NO SHDSHDJ also,, i was inspired to write this after watching black widow (forgot what scene was it that prompted me though lmao)

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