NCT fic recs [Pt. 1]
A collection of mature dark themed nct fics. mostly yandere, mafia or horror (or just messed up themes)
includes all units (nct 127, nct dream, wayv, nct u and former members bc i miss lucas sm)
yuta x reader: Wolf [nakamoto] by @neo-cult-ure
jaehyun x reader: Devoted by @maknaesdancersrappers
mark x reader: Creepin by @killshotbabe
jaemin x reader: PL4YGIRL IS LOVE... by @domjaehyun
doyoung x reader: Invisable by @aehyei
jaehyun x reader: devotion/obsession by @whereisten
yuta x reader: heathens by @yutaholic
sungchan x reader: Infatuation - Sungchan [Pt. 1], [Pt.2] by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l
taeyong x reader: Late Night Adventures with a Green-Haired Kingpin by @whereisten
mark x reader: zugzwang by @recklessmark
kun x reader: Spoonful Of Sugar;; QK by @kpoptrashlord-007
mainly johnny x reader but some jaehyun x reader: the art of eye contact by @peachydyoung
mark x reader: freakshow by @peachydyoung
lucas x reader: Stranger Danger by @whereisten
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Behind your back
<Put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.>
Pairing: Luca Changretta x Shelbey!sister
Warnings: manipulation, use of gun (kind of?), smut
Anon asked: “LUCA X SHELBY SISTER SMUT PLEASEEEE just imagine youngest shelby sister oc sneaking behind her brothers back to fuck the enemy ugh perfect.”
When you’re lucid, you suspect Luca doesn’t even like you, and that he’s doing it just to spit it in Tommy’s face at the right moment.
He’s arrogant, proud and selfish by nature, but this has a stronger meaning. It almost feels like fucking thy enemy himself, and it gives him a rush he doesn’t want to give up on.
When you look at him, moaning so sweetly for him, clenching down on his cock in a grip so tight you almost push him out, chanting his name like a prayer, with those eyes that are Tommy’s eyes, he sees a triumph.
Even if he looses, he’s won, because he’s quite literally taken a Shelby, and the most precious of them all. Undressing you satisfies him more than pulling the trigger on his worst enemy. And what makes his chest burst with pride is that you let him, and not just that. You wait for him, kiss him, want him; you press your naked body on his still clothed one, rub and purr on him like a kitten begging for attention. He gets hard instantly.
He sees right through your needs, and uses them right.
But even if that’s true, would you be able to get away?
He has something about him that fascinates you, but you can’t quite grasp what it is.
Is it just the looks? There is no denying he is not a man you can glance at once and forget. Is it the fine clothes? Probably the hair, or the way he walks like he owns every street.
He touches you like he owns you, too. You turn putty in his hands as his fingers play with your body, drawing imaginary masterpieces of art all over your skin, pinching your tender nipples hard enough to watch you frown and whimper. Some things almost hurt, but you never refuse him. He loves how you accept the pain and the pleasure, as long as he is the giver. You will simply lay there and mewl as he rubs, stretches and sucks, a smug grin on his lips as he watches you arch and contort under his ministrations.
He loves to look at your face while he takes you, but sometimes he maneuvers your limbs and has you on your hands and knees. And when he does, he will occasionally provide a few strikes on your buttocks, which make you startle and cause a sting and a redness that will remain for a couple of days. You find it exiting, and even if you didn’t, you would not protest but wait anxiously for him to soothe you as he holds you in his arms later.
Some things, you don’t understand; like the time he talked about wanting to take all of your holes, and you were perplexed until one of his long fingers slid between your cheeks and poked at your asshole, making you gasp at the suggestion. He doesn’t pressure you into it, not directly at least, but he’s noticeably more affectionate when he talks you through it.
He loves showing you things you never knew, his perverse thoughts enjoy the idea of him initiating a young soul into the world.
He corrupted you. You are too blind to see it yourself, but for an outside spectator it is clear as day. He saw a sweet, innocent girl, put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.
He wouldn’t let you pull the trigger when you first asked him, said it was too dangerous and not made for you, and that was a thought he shared with all of your brothers. The only one, as the rest of his thoughts about you required you being stark naked and very much close to his penis.
But he accepted letting you hold his personal gun without shooting, and after secretly unloading it. You sit on his bed giggling and he sits behind you; legs still entangled and partially covered by the white sheets, you let him adjust your posture and maneuver your fingers around the handle. His hands cover yours, and so you take your aim like that, with his chin resting on your shoulder, your arms slightly trembling at the weight of the weapon.
A perverse thought crosses his mind. He lowers his arms, yours inevitably following, and proceeds slipping the piece of iron from your grasp and letting it travel on your front, until it reaches your throat and points up to raise your chin towards him. He smirks when you don’t move.
How he wishes his enemy could see it, the way you lay so comfortably in his arms, letting his hand roam freely on your pliant body and squeeze your breasts before traveling between your legs, even widening them for him before he’s reached the spot to grant him an easier access, all while his other hand traces your face with a deathly object.
You’re not afraid. He doesn’t even know if you should be, because yes, your name is still on his list, but he shivers at the thought.
He looks at your sleeping form, your body still hot and sweaty from your activities, but peaceful. He touches your lips, and an image of your face, blue lips, pale and cold, flashes before his eyes.
You don’t wake up as he takes you in his arms and holds you close, nor when his lips press on your forehead and then the tip of your nose. Your complete trust in him evokes a sudden urge to protect, to care, to earn it. It’s pure, and so sincere it makes him want to cry.
He sighs. He’s gotta go over his plan.
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A./N. Literally my first request. I realized there’s absolutely no dialogue when I finished it, but I’m gonna post it anyway otherwise it will take another month lol. I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you asked for (whoever you is), hope you can enjoy still!💕
xoxo- L
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I am the type of person to defend asshole characters so you can’t expect me to exist here and not talk about the big possibility of Luca and Henry having an actual friendship.
Before y’all call me crazy, we do have to take in account this one scene:
Also reminder that Luca doesn’t sound even that mad about Henry potentially whining, just reminding him to not pick up fights with Clemente since we all know that he’s kinda prone to violence. Not even talking about how he sounds completely calm while reminding Henry that he’s literally not able to work at the moment, which is presumably exactly the type of thing Luca would get angry about, so don’t blame me for thinking they’re actual friends 😔.
This is heading more into headcanons area, but Luca is only five years older than Henry, and since I couldn’t really find when Luca got to America (please let me know if anyone knows), we can assume that he could’ve got there when he was young too. So when Henry arrives, let’s assume that he doesn’t know shit of English and Luca who is around his age and could’ve helped Henry a lot with navigating through Empire Bay and with English. Might be a bit of wishful thinking, but it does make sense doesn’t it??
Either way, they are best friends in my head and I won’t listen to anyone who says otherwise (this is a lie if it doesn’t make sense please tell me).
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Luxiem & Vibes
WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!
EXTRA NOTES: just something short and sweet so that i don't forget how to write lmao
GENERAL
a different writing layout! the dividers aren't present due to the shortness of length!
i cant be bothered to colour the names too differently (sorry boss)
just general vibes lmao, try figuring out what part of their personality (lore wise + minor details from their livestreams) i'm referencing ^^
MORE UNDER THE CUT
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IKE EVELAND
a quiet campus library near exams season
you can feel how stressed out the students are in the library, yet there seems to be this air of serenity still
quiet clacking of keys, the quick flutters of papers and the smell of monster energy drinks mixed with an unhealthy amount of espresso
LUCA KANESHIRO
a dark alleyway in an otherwise dazzling street at night
neon signs, cigarette smoke and whistling all masking away the darkness within the city's brilliant lights
the lion's eyes watching as its prey walks by
MYSTA RIAS
a forest meadow surrounded by fire
the otherwise serene scenery is surrounded by chaos as the flames crept closer
the smell of burnt wood, the green hues withering away and the sun feeling as if it was shining even brighter. one may say that this is just fine
SHU YAMINO
a cemetary in the middle of the night.
they say if you enter the cemetary at a certain hour, many souls could be found wandering around the graves
eerie stillness, leaves rustling and the suspicious chuckling that could be heard across the graveyard
VOX AKUMA
sailing in the middle of the ocean during a still night.
no one knows what could be lurking under the waters or could tell how violent the waves could be, yet there seems to be comfort in the unknown
waves crashing against the otherwise still boat, the chilling salty air and the serene scenery of ocean for miles on end
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