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Paralian

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+ (mature themes, character death – not main)

Genre: Pirate!AU + Merfolk!AU + Royalty!AU

Synopsis: Far away, under the sea, exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night, she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean until one night, they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret, one which tears Y/N’s ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, to be exact, whose fate and Y/N’s seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid). 

A/N: Hi. If you see the rating, there are no sexual warnings because this fic does not contain smut. There’s romance, there’s adventure and there are swash-buckling pirates but no one gets their dick sucked. I hope you still give my writing a chance, regardless. I DO have a NSFW follow-up drabble in mind, but I didn’t want this to be the main focus of the story. Without further ado… I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 41,878

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𖤐psychos in love | SOPE (18+)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — “scream, if you dare.” 🔪

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: ghostface!sope X black!reader

❥genre: serial k¡ller AU, angst, smut, kinktober, yandere, halloween edition AU to my future “psychos in love” fic

❥summary: the town’s serial k¡ller(s) pays you a special visit on halloween…

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❥!!warnings!!: stalking, home invasion, vulnerability, knifeplay, being held at knifepoint, knife scratches, threatening with a knife, threatening to kill, cutting through clothing with a knife, gloved hands, mentions of—[killing, blood, stabbing], rough sex, yandere sope [PLEASE ADHERE‼️]

❥other warnings: yandere/psychopathic sope, dom sope, slasher fucking, reader caught cheating in 4K [polaroid photo-taking], unmasking [i didn’t know unmasking was this hot til I wrote it😩], long haired sope, violence, some oral (fem & male receiving), masturbation, sexual intercourse (please use protection!), backshots, name-calling, slapping, choking, spitting, black-mailing

❥word count: 3.8k

-inspo: heavily inspired by scream the movie, obviously! part of the smut scene inspired by the dead by daylight mori scene for ghostface.

-there needs to be a yoongi and hoseok ghostface agenda so imma push it! yoongi’s pale skin and hoseok’s face shape and raspy voice… it fits almost too perfectly!

-author’s note: I wanted to do something for halloween, obviously kinda different from what I usually do, but it was so fun to write! I know it’s super late but yk I don’t care, as long as it’s done😭! I can’t believe I never did Halloween fics for you guys, I hope you like this one!❣️

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Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend lied close to death in a pool of his own blood downstairs on the back patio.

Still alive, but stabbed in the gut once or twice—honestly, Hoseok didn’t remember how many times due to the blind rage overtaking him. The moment that asshole stepped out of the kitchen to check on the noise, he couldn’t hold the urge in. But he had enough respect to let him live. For now.

Because, you, on the other hand, should know better.

You should know better than dating the shittiest guy on campus, giving him chance after chance and all of your undivided attention. An asshole jock didn’t deserve you for the night of this holiday.

Because what about Hoseok and Yoongi, the anti-social students you flirted with on a daily basis? The ones you would spark conversation with, even if they didn’t respond. The ones you would purposely bend down in front of in lecture, wearing your mini skirts and low cut tops…

Only to see them later those nights to aid in killing whoever was to die next.

It was as if you were begging to become next on their list. Toying with the wrong guys like a dumb whore. Asking to be sliced up and left for dead. This job was serious, and dating out of your line of work was a no-no. Especially when it was with the biggest grade A dickhead.

Had you known that the duo heavily thought of playing with their food or simply killing you, maybe you would have acted wisely sooner. They wouldn’t have fantasized about taking you for themselves and fucking you with the soon to be death of yours on their tongues like a true Halloween.

But it was too late.

After a month of stalking around and inside your home, it was unveiled that the fucker was a cheater and couldn’t even get you to cum. He was insensitive, trashy, and selfish, the typical ego of a varsity football player. He brought you too much drama and regretfulness that your classmates vowed would be fixed.

Now, you… were the girl of their dreams. Bitchy enough for Yoongi’s taste, manipulatively sweet when you wanted something. Hoseok hated your guts since he was so sickly attracted, especially when you were always in seductive makeup and had your hair pressed straight for class.

It easily provoked them that you looked nothing more than the overtly sexual and unsuspecting victim in their game, just like the horror movies. So it was perfect that you thought you had the upper hand by mapping out their killings.

You got to play along and get evil revenge on some peers and townspeople who wronged you, but now, it was your turn to be the victim. They wanted to scare you. Hurt you. Force you to put your focus back on them instead of your boyfriend. Therefore, their surprise Halloween plans had shifted to you and your house only when you thought the night was over after a final kill.

Hoseok didn’t play as nice as Yoongi, who stalked around your home quietly and hid in the shadows after dragging your unconscious boyfriend out of view. Hoseok headed straight for your bedroom, where you were found tuning into a scary movie marathon, Child’s Play and the beginnings of a thunderstorm outside background noise to the sound of your vibrator pressed against your underwear and the whiny moans you were letting out.

There was a movement of black in the dark corner of your room, but you were too blissed out to notice the two cloaked figures approaching your bed. You weren’t able to catch a breath before a gloved hand clamped around your mouth.

“Caught you.”

The town’s serial killers paying you a nightly visit in their murdering attire would have anyone else up in arms, but you had way too many encounters with them to know that you were safe. Enough. Because one of the masked men held you down to the mattress and threatened you with a knife pointed at your throat.

“Is this any way to welcome your favorite guests, doll face?” His voice was creepily stable, as raspy and low as he’d give it to the victims.

You, however, held your gaze with the dark sockets of his mask as the other yanked your vibrator away and turned it off. “Didn’t know you two were invited. Here to finally kill me?”

There was a dark, attractive chuckle.

“Kill you?” The bolder one questioned above you. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d know what your insides look like already… Can’t we have some fun before Halloween ends? You’ve already gotten started…”

It should frighten you that deranged men had infiltrated your home as soon as your boyfriend went out for a party, but you found yourself smirking instead. It was expected of them to come back to you after a night of slaughtering your peers that deserved it. Savagely using your body to blow off steam gave you the excitement your boyfriend never could. So you played along.

“Fun?… If you’re not gonna kill me, then what are you gonna do?” You asked lowly, eyeing the gaping mouth of his disguise and someone’s blood droplets splattered across the pale face.

There was a beat of silence before the brutal killer leaned in closer, the other one beside you craning your neck back up to look him in the face as he slowly told you—

“I’d tie you up, carve away at your pretty skin, stuff your mouth with my cock so that you really can’t scream… Would you like that instead, doll face?”

The wetness you felt drip between your legs was your own villain origin story. The threat had made you hornier than the toy you were just fucking yourself with, the imagery of his words hitting you so hard that you let out a shaky breath. Your lack of response and flustered face amused the killers.

“Did I make you all bothered?”

The other one finally spoke up, his voice a little deeper and calmer. The voice of reason in the endeavors. “I think she wants to get fucked.”

And always knew what to say.

The first one chuckled, bringing the cold blade of his signature weapon to the side of your face and toying with your hair. Your body reacted in a way that could only be described as desperate as you arched your chest higher.

“Is that what you want, huh, doll face?” He asked. “To celebrate Halloween by being our slasher fucker?”

Not everyone got to say they survived a serial killer by fucking them. But you could, time and time again.

“I thought I already was that…” You pouted, feeling playful as you went to touch the Ghostface in front of you, but was met with a growl and his knife back at your jugular.

Hoseok and Yoongi had reason enough to kill you, as you knew their identities and had evidence against them, but you fascinated in the idea of being their middle person and getting railed by the two criminals whenever they needed it.

They couldn’t give you up though. It’s why they had incapacitated your boyfriend to have you tonight as they rightfully earned, even if they wanted to rip him completely apart.

Yoongi touched you with a gloved hand to your neck, tilting your head back towards him so that Hoseok could drag the knife down your sternum. Your fearful yet anticipating gasp was like music to their ears as Hoseok tore the blade through your crop top.

“Pretty tits,” the quieter one complimented, not being shy in grabbing a breast as the meaner Ghostface trailed a shallow, stinging line around the curve of your stomach with the sharp of his knife. You brought your hand up to your mouth, holding in a whimper as your chest was fondled with and your legs pushed apart. The feeling of gloved hands all over your body turned you on so much.

The thin, drenched material of your underwear was also cut through, and one of them voiced about wanting to go first. You didn’t want to dwell on how happy it made your heart that they were going to take turns, so you gladly spread yourself out when they switched positions.

Yoongi wasn’t as rough as his partner until needed be, but when he had seen how wet and swollen you were, he found himself forcing your leg down so that you couldn’t move or obscure his view. He didn’t take another second to pleasure you, the roughness of his gloves stimulating your clit.

Hoseok entertained you at the front by tweaking your brown nipples and caressing your throat, you basking in the underlying fact that he could kill you with no struggle if he desired. He frightened you the most, so you were kind of relieved that the tamer killer went ahead with getting you started.

Your moans intensified when you noticed Yoongi yank his gloves off, presenting some of the prettiest hands you’d ever seen or had the pleasure of getting fingered by. They were sexy to say the least as they thumbed your clit again and prodded about your needy hole.

Hoseok followed in suite, removing his gloves to better pinch at your tits. His were veinier and longer, too dainty for killer hands. You grabbed the bicep of the one fingering you after a slow thrust, becoming met with muscle. A fairly regular sized arm, but there was bulging.

All the terrorizing and murdering was bulking them up, making them stronger. You hadn’t had the luxury of seeing them the whole busy month of Halloween besides class, so you decided that you didn’t want to be fucked faceless this time.

You had to see.

So you reached for Yoongi’s mask, only getting to lift the chin of it a little since he was quick to tilt his head up with the movement and grip your hand. Hoseok had you by the neck in one swift hold.

“Don’t be so greedy, doll face,” he said. It was like you could sense the way his lips curled over his teeth as he smirked underneath the mask. You gulped when he cocked his head in wonder, thinking you were going to get punished for that. Until Yoongi spoke.

“We can just kill her after,” he joked.

“Aish, you’re so in love with her,” the other one bickered. “Giving her what she wants when she’s been a bad girl this whole time.”

Your heart raced at that comment, but it was bypassed as Yoongi ignored Hoseok, undid the black gown, and yanked the hood off. He grabbed the chin of the ghost mask and pulled it over his head, a wave of long, curly hair framing his face.

The killer pushed it back, revealing to you high cheekbones and creamy skin, the sharpest eyes you knew too well. One of your classmates. Yoongi.

You were about to act crazy at just the sight of him, until you gazed up to see the other Ghostface unmask himself, too, his heart-shaped lips and doe-y, hazel eyes making it easy to recognize him as Hoseok.

“Surpriiise!”

As much as you liked the lanky ghost masks, the fact that they were devilishly attractive underneath had you not regretting your fucked up morals.

“Stop staring,” Yoongi voiced as he gripped your legs, his long hair falling back over his eyes as he opened his mouth to spit on your pussy.

“Yeah, or you’ll be gutted next, doll face,” Hoseok said and lifted you into a sitting position so that he could crawl in behind you, you not caring about his boots on the bed at the moment. He stuck his knife against your neck to hold you captive, chin on your shoulder as he watched Yoongi get on his knees to lick your clit.

“Oooh, fuck,” you moaned. You were surprised they let you touch the pale killer, your hand digging into his scalp and gripping his hair. He smoothed his tongue hard and flat as he pressed closer to eat you out. You had to limit your bodily reactions as to not accidentally slice your throat open.

“Does your boyfriend do this for you, huh?” Hoseok interrogated in your ear. Yoongi’s tongue plunged inside of you so wickedly that you screamed. “Yoongi’s so generous when you’ve been nothing but an ungrateful slut.”

No, your boyfriend didn’t give you oral this good or oral at all. Sex with him was unpleasant, and you two weren’t even as close as before.

Honestly, he was only kept around longer to spite your jealous classmates, knowing that they stalked around your house and would see you cuddled up on the couch with him or giving him a lazy handjob. You knew they’d target his cheating ass eventually, but he didn’t deserve to die. Yet.

“W-Why are you bringing him up all of a sudden?” You asked dumbly, whining when Yoongi promptly pulled away and switched positions again with Hoseok.

Hoseok pushed you to lie back on the bed, his painted nails marking your thighs as he forced them down to your torso. You swore he only spat on you for show, as Yoongi certainly left your cunt puffy and messy.

“Your shitty boyfriend? The one who’s cheating on you, you mean?”

Your lip quirked up into a sneer while you watched him pull himself out of his black jeans. “He’s—“

“The one you fake moan for?” Hoseok interrupted with an innocent pout as he thrusted his hard dick into you all the way, eliciting a loud, real moan. He darkly laughed seeing you lose your shit. “You’re not fooling anyone but him, doll face.”

The crazed look in Hoseok’s eyes as lightning flashed through your bedroom window while he forced himself into you shouldn’t have you on the verge of climax tears. But it hurt so good, and, fuck, fuck, right, you knew better than anyone to mess with their heads.

“Open your mouth…” You heard Yoongi mumble, not even giving you the chance of an answer before he gripped your jaw and puckered your cheeks. A spit glob rolled off his tongue and into your mouth, a blunt slap hitting your face before you swallowed.

Hoseok angled his hips and fucked you deeper during your state of haze, savouring the way your tits bounced and how your legs shook, the vague knife lines he’d left on your brown flesh with his blade.

You hadn’t noticed Yoongi’s motives until Hoseok wrapped his hand around your neck and urged your head to the side, your lips rubbing over the pink tip of Yoongi’s dick as he pushed it in your face. Your siren-eye makeup became smudged while you let him train your throat, Hoseok’s grasp making you tighter and more pleasurable for his partner.

This was what you deserved. Not some useless asshole who couldn’t fuck you stupid and corrupt. Just the thought of him was starting to piss them off again.

“What would your boyfriend think?” Hoseok questioned slowly, gritting his teeth as he pounded into you harder. “Walking in on you fucking the guy who stabbed him like a whore?”

You winced when Yoongi pulled out of your mouth to let you speak. “W-Where—shit…”Your hand flew down to rub your neglected clit, your orgasm clearly still the most important here. “—Where is he?”

“Alive…” Yoongi responded. He watched you with an admirable gaze when you dizzily dragged your lips back over his wet cock. “Does it matter?“

No. It didn’t.

You were about to cum and finally reap a worthy climax that you’d been begging for all month. Your boyfriend could die for all you cared, but you didn’t have a plan. No alibi, no excuse, if they had tortured him close to death in your own home while you were here. You couldn’t play it reckless.

“Don’t kill him,” you told them.

Hoseok’s laugh sounded like that of a clown’s. “We don’t take orders from you, doll face. Not when you forget who fucking owns you.”

By the grip on your neck, he flipped you over, pressed your face into your pillows, and steadily drilled his dick into you. You wailed as you watched Yoongi move away and step over to your bookshelf of knickknacks and scary movie DVDs. He pulled something from behind the array of cases, an object that you didn’t own or had known was there.

Through your blurring eyesight, you could make out a puffy, rectangular shape. Circular lens. A Polaroid camera. Yoongi sent you a dark smirk when he saw the fear on your face and handed it to Hoseok.

“D-Don’t—!” You tried, but your voice fell into flat out whining as Hoseok brushed your cervix.

He gripped your hair and brought his lips to your ear. “Your begging is almost believable, doll face… Especially if you weren’t so close to cumming on my cock.”

You couldn’t think of a comeback to that, not as he yanked your head off the mattress and brought the polaroid before you, the back lens focused intently on your face. You felt Yoongi’s hand hold your wrists down, his other bringing the coldness of his blade to your throat as Hoseok’s tongue dug into your neck.

You heard a click.

“Smile!”

The flash flickered in the dim room while your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a loud moan as you came. Hoseok pulled back just to ram into you deeper to get his climax. He angled the camera higher after handing the photo card to Yoongi, his fingers maintaining the arch in your back, snapping another picture of where you were connected.

You whimpered as he threw you on your back and took a third of your scratched up body. You felt done for, but more satisfied about being blessed with a sore core and aching nerves.

“Just in case you wanna play your stupid games,” Hoseok smirked down at you, delivering a peck to your cheek after checking the last photo card’s quality.

You didn’t know if they were going to use those polaroids for blackmail to fuck with you or to get off on, but their faces were unveiled in the first for them to do any real damage. The others… made for kinky nudes to an outsider.

Yoongi pocketed the photo cards while Hoseok pulled out of you. They seemed in a rush all of a sudden as you sat up and observed them get into their masked clothing. The night was over, no? They had killed who needed to be killed, where were they off to now?

But then a noise rang loudly throughout the house, louder than the storm beating against your window. Police sirens.

No, no, no, no, no… They wouldn’t.

Your heart drummed against your chest as you sprung up to pull on new clothes, ignoring the killers while they watched you run about your room for a few seconds in terror.

“Are you… scared?” One of them, Yoongi, teased as Hoseok snickered. You still didn’t answer and checked in your vanity to look at your messy makeup and the scratches and bruises showing through the scooped neckline of your tee.

The police sirens grew nearer, but Yoongi and Hoseok had clearly planned this out. Your window was thrown open, and they were making their escape. You had no doubt that they had turned your home into a crime scene over your boyfriend’s body, contacted the police and timed how long everything would take.

Your eyes were glistening with frustrated tears as Hoseok stepped in front of you, his ghost mask pissing you off now since you knew he was enjoying this the most underneath it.

“Next time,” he warned. “He dies.”

They disappeared as soon as the knocking on your front door started. It was difficult to explain to the cops your boyfriend close to death on the patio, why you had supposedly typed a call to the police station on your old computer in the living room, and how you had survived Ghostface’s final attack of Halloween night when he never left his victims alive.

There were questions on his physical appearance or if you’d been threatened before the “incident”, but you weren’t giving the police much as you played the distressed, surviving victim role in their faces. Yoongi and Hoseok scared the living shit out of you, but they didn’t leave you to fend for yourself like you feared. They kept it fair and showed mercy, gave you an alibi, convincing injuries, and made it realistic for the police to believe you and rule you out as suspicious.

But you figured that if you didn’t want anything like that happening again, then you were to dump your boyfriend.

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Meanwhile, one month later…

To deepen the wound your ex was healing from, an envelope was dropped off in the mailbox of his home. Just a small present to remind him of the stabbing…

Your now ex wouldn’t leave you alone after the breakup, obsessively hitting you up to take him back and bringing his injured self to your home to knock at two in the morning.

What a failure… he only thought to appreciate you when you “saved” his life.

Hoseok wanted to finish the job, but Yoongi was too reasonable and revenge was much more satisfying than death. This guy would take the fucking hint with the right push.

So, out of the envelope flew a photograph when your ex opened it. A copy of a Polaroid photo card. He picked it up from the ground to analyze the picture.

It was you. And two other guys that looked familiar, but he couldn’t put names to their faces.

One had his honey eyes focused into the camera with his tongue on your neck and a fistful of your hair. The other had a devilish smirk on his face as he winked, a knife at your throat. There were knife lines visible all over your nude body, too.

Your ex jumped at the thought that you’d been kidnapped and tortured by these men. Punishment for him surviving a serial killer.

But you looked nothing of in distraught. Your eyes were closed and furrowed into an expression your ex had never given you. One of pure ecstasy and contentment.

The guy holding the camera was clearly behind you, in a position that could only mean one thing.

What the hell? What was this? Had the killer gone after you?

When…?

Your ex flipped the photo card over. Bold letters written in sharpie had his face drooping in horror as if he’d seen a ghost.

What a way to tell someone they fucked his girl on the night of his almost death.

With a threat.

𝐎𝐜𝐭 𝟑𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫—

𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞?

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