Moonstruck | Yandere KNJ X Reader

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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I'm getting back into writing! This means I am looking for 2-3 Beta-Readers.

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Must be 18+ (this is a requirement)

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synopsis: › there’s an obvious difference between being solely fuck buddies and fuck buddies who are slowly getting emotionally attached to one another. unfortunately for you and jimin, it seems like you’re falling in the second category. so, what’s the solution to not be in that kind set-up anymore? you stop being friends with benefits, of course. and for jimin, that means you don’t see each other for sex anymore. you actually move forward and date for real.

pairing: jimin x reader

word count: 7.1k

rating: 18+

content: fluff | smut | friends with benefits au | established relationship au | college au | romcom-ish | this is just a very light fic tbh, kinda feels like pwp or fluff without plot sjdjsk | yn and jimin are just head over heels for each other | we’re highlighting the beauty of ✨ communication ✨

warning/s: swearing | sexual jokes & banters | explicit sexual content| dirty talk | fingering | finger sucking | hand job | oral (f. receiving) | protected sex | vanilla sex

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I don't know why, but I absolutely love Yandere!Joon.

He's such a manipulative asshole, but god, he was so well written. I feel for MC.

The feelings, the characters, everything is so well written, on par with every other piece you've written!

Deviant ⫸KNJ

⫸pairing: Namjoon x reader featuring OT6

⫸genre: Yandere, smut, angst 18+ E

⫸w.c: 15.4 k

⫸summary: Jealousy can  be a powerful thing, and when Namjoon feels threatened by your behavior, he makes sure to  trap you in his web of seduction and charm–with nowhere left to go but deeper.

⫸warnings: Explicit, yandere, controlling, manipulation, aggression, dub-con sexual intercourse, rough touching, rough sex, pussy slapping, finger gagging, shaming, dirty talk, possessiveness, Namjoon finger fucks oc aggressively, masturbation, bleeding, dub-con taking of virginity, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, degradation, gaslighting, forced orgasms, obsessive behavior, stalking, panty sniffing, use of panties in a degrading manner, painful first time, ripping of clothes, impreg kink, belly bulge kink, car sex, sorta voyeurism, Namjoon spits his drink into ocs mouth because why not, praise kink, bruising, biting, oral, DOM!Namjoon, unprotected sex 

⫸a/n: Thanks to the amazing @chimoona​ for writing this with me. It was an honor! Go check out her content! It’s amazing! This fic goes out the my true mvp, the one that’s been there since I had about 300 followers or so, and who never left my side. She’s supported my content since day one and now I am honored to call her my friend. It seems fitting to close out with her as the recipient of my last fic @rmsbicycle​. Here’s one of the first posts I made about her. Thanks to her I stuck around. I love you <3.

🚨READ THE WARNINGS! THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON!🚨

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Kinktober Day 6

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 6: bondage *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: yoongi x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Yoongi loves seeing you cuffed

♡ wc: 597

♡ warnings: bondage (wrist cuffs), reader is a masochist, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

♡ date: October 20, 2023

Curiosity was what had gotten you into this position. You had always found bondage to be an art form. You had started with bondage you could do on yourself until Yoongi walked in and caught you.

Now, you were both involved, and while you enjoyed shibari the most, at the moment you were cuffed to the headboard. Your wrist cuffs dug into your skin when you tugged on them but the slight pain made you moan with each tug.

Yoongi kissed his way down your body slowly, his tongue working wonders on every inch until he settled between your legs.

“So wet for me,” Yoongi smirks, his fingers gripping your thighs to spread you open further. He’s slow in his movements, teasing your clit first before slipping a finger inside. You tug on your restraints, biting your lower lip before begging for more.

“So needy,” he scoffs, gently kissing your thigh before adding a second finger. The sight of you cuffed to the bed makes his cock throb in the confines of his black boxer briefs. He’s seen you tied in so many different ways but this is one of his favorites.

“Yoongi,” you whine, feeling his tongue circle your clit as his fingers curl inside you, slowly pushing in deeper in time with your moans. 

You tug and tug on the cuffs, your hips rising off the bed in a poor effort to follow Yoongi when he straighteners up. He fucks his fingers into you, his other hand palming his erection and soft moans escape his pretty lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, eyes dark and hooded as he feels you tighten around him. He bites his lip, eyes fluttering shut as you come undone, moaning his name and listening to the little clink of the cuffs on the headboard.

“Yoongi,” you pant, brow beading with sweat and body sensitive but needing more. Always more.

Yoongi smiles, his hand running up and down your thigh. He moves up on the bed, careful as he releases your cuffs and repositions you on your knees with your head to the side and your ass in the air.

Slowly, he caresses the curve of your ass, using his knee to spread your legs further. He licks his lips as he stands briefly to remove his boxers before he’s lining his cock at your entrance.

“Fuck,” you gasp when he pushes in, moaning when he bottoms out. Yoongi closes his eyes, pleasure coursing through his body as he grips the chain between your wrist cuffs and pulls you onto his cock.

“Yoongi!”

Cursing, Yoonig goes fast and hard, mesmerized by the way your ass jiggles with each of his thrusts. He fucks you deeper, gripping the chain so hard it digs into his palms but he doesn’t care, not when you’re moaning his name so sweetly.

“Please,” you’re not even sure what you’re pleading for, face nearly buried in the sheets as the headboard slams into the wall with each of Yoongi’s thrusts. However, Yoongi knows what you need especially when your hands are bound the way they are at the moment.

With one hand he holds onto the chain and with the other he rubs your clit until you’re clenching around him, begging him to let you come. 

He lets you. 

Yoongi loves the way you fall apart for him, crying out for him and cursing, telling him how good it feels until he can’t help but come inside you. Groaning, and cursing, Yoongi cums. He pushes his hair out of his eyes and smiles when you look at him.

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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