Non-con Stories

Jungkook was a good boy. He always respected his hyung, minding himself even in the worst situations. What happens, if his hyung, his own BROTHER, sold him? To the opposing gang, the one that wanted to destroy the gang he grew up in. But that doesn't matter, does it? No. Nothing matters anymore. Not now that he belongs to another man.

"With a cry of surprise, he flew off me. 'What the fuck is this?!' Kyle stood over none other than Bryon Fisher. Blood slowly began to pool into a dark mirror around his dirty blonde crown. "

Bts Family Fanfiction

"I needed to protect you," he muttered, rocking slowly back and forth. 'A finger trailed down his cheek, nails scratching lightly across his skin.' "Don't let them touch you, Jason." He shivered, shying away from the whispers of skin still ruining him. "Don't let them-" Breathing hurt. His cuffed fingers clenched around the pipe, coldness seeping into his skin. His head was ringing. Something touched his leg again. He jerked so hard his whole body slammed into the wall. 'Don't touch me.' Or: An infiltration mission goes south and Dick is confronted with memories long-buried; of fleeting touches and warm skin, cold rain and broken friendships.

Y/n and Akihiko are... something. Whatever they are, it's tentative at best, and Y/n's left to navigate this strange relationship dynamic without a guide. And that entails pushing boundaries, secretly saving people's lives, and facing a part of Akihiko's past the boy had kept hidden...

Teenlock fanfiction where John has the misfortune of being James Moriarty's roommate. Hopefully Sherlock will intervene and help John. Making this up as I go along.

The Rowan family wanted a fresh start. What they found was something else entirely. Far from the noise of the world, their new home sits on the edge of an endless forest-quiet, isolated, and untouched. At first, it feels like peace. A place to breathe. A place to begin again. Until their son vanishes. No warning. No trace. Just an empty room and a silence that suddenly feels too heavy to ignore. As the search stretches on, hope begins to fracture. The forest looms closer, darker, filled with secrets no one wants to speak out loud. The longer Elias is gone, the more the truth begins to shift into something far more unsettling than anyone expected. Because something is out there. Watching. Waiting. And it hasn't forgotten them.

The war is over, and the Golden Trio is on the front page of every newspaper. The stories and pictures all show them to be a happy group, but little does the Wizarding World know, they all have secrets. Nothing is as it seems. Especially for Hermione Granger. The war had taken a toll on everyone, but Hermione had fallen into bad habits. The voices in her head got too loud at times, consuming her thoughts. No one seemed to notice. Even if they did, no one would care. Even though she was the brains of the Golden Trio, she never seemed to receive the credit she deserved. Was it because she was a Muggleborn? Was it because she was a woman? Hermione would never know. But she did know one thing: Because she had seemed so irrelevant to the cause compared to Harry and Ron, no one would believe her if she came clean about her recent pain and trauma. And Ron Weasley knew that. Draco is a changed man. He no longer holds the blood prejudices he once did back in his Hogwarts days. Lucky for him, he got off easy after the war. He is now living in exile in Muggle London, sheltered from his past. Or at least that is, until he finds a severely splinched Hermione Granger nearly dead in a random alleyway one night, with bruises and cuts all over her body that Draco suspected couldn't have only been caused by a failed apparition. What was the Golden Girl hiding? THESE ARE NOT MY CHARACTERS. All rights to the world, magic, and characters belong to JK Rowling. The author of Harry Potter. *I will try to update as much as possible, but chapter posts will probably be severely irregular and random because I am a busy woman*

Izuku couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when his life began to spiral into absolute chaos. Perhaps it was the day Shouta caught him having a panic attack in the boy's bathroom and urgently insisted that he see Hound Dog. Maybe it was when he started seeing the psychologist who prescribed him a heavy dosage of Alprazolam for his newly diagnosed anxiety and Panic Disorder. Or maybe it was when he'd mistakenly taken an extra tablet, feeling like he was soaring high above all of his problems. (Or was it his 'problems' that drove him to this point in the first place?)

I don't do well with long stories so I decided to turn this book into snippets of what could've happened if I hadn't lost interest in the plot. warning: rape/non-con, violence, blood, stockholm syndrome, abduction, murder, drugs, abuse, sexual content.

The year is 1975 and the Satanic panic is at large in a small college dorm. Bonnie Briggs, an occult obsessed college student failing in both academics and social status finds out about a supposedly haunted animation studio and decides to check it out herself. After all, what else is a social pariah to do on the weekend when her dorm-mates avoid her like the plague? ~Note: This story takes place years after Henry comes back to the studio, and in this fanfic Henry never truly defeated bendy. Time loops are magic man~ ~Note 2: In this story Bendy never betrayed Sammy, because Sammy hadn't ever been able to catch Henry. ~Note 3: This story has a lot of sexual and adult themes, read at your own risk.

The world of an adept psychiatrist Dr. Ethan Keon McHale is turned upside down when a new patient divulges new and dangerous information about the scandal surrounding the death of a disgraced top surgeon who happened to have been his now deceased elder twin brother, clearing the man's name of a shameful organ harvesting scheme set up by his former peers in the medical field, with the new information Ethan takes to investigating the past life of his fallen brother and the numerous lies told about him only to find himself in the cross hairs of a notoriously ruthless assassin with his late brother's face and no recollection of ever being his brother at all.