#wayv yandere

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Request for Anon (Yandere King Hendery) 4.8k, yandere, near-death experience, poison, drowning, angst

“Are you alright, my love?”

“As if you care.”

    One minute you were in the library reading peacefully, when suddenly you began to feel ill. You stood up to call for help, and that’s when everything went dark. Now you were regaining your senses, finding yourself lying in bed, Hendery at your side, holding your hand. Once you were properly conscious you pulled away from him, trying to sit up.

“What happened?”

“You tell me, my love. Don’t try to get up.” Hendery said. “You’re still recovering.”

“From what?”

“I’m not sure. There hasn’t been word yet from the physician, but do tell me, what happened?”

“I don’t know. I was fine, and then I wasn’t.”

“One of your ladies found you collapsed on the floor, seizing up a bit.”

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“My love, you are burning up with a fever.” Hendery forced you to lay back down. “You need to rest.”

“No, I need-”

“Your majesty.”

    The royal physician entered your chambers, along with your lady, Misu. She came over to your bed side, checking you over as the physician spoke.

“My examination shows that her majesty was poisoned. Something in the food perhaps-”

“Poison! Who would dare harm my queen?”

“I do not have those answers. All I’ve discovered is that the poisoning is possibly a result of two ingredients mixing together in the food. This could be a coinci-”

“Perhaps. I need to know exactly what type of poison this is.”

“Given that her majesty did not finish her meal, the effects were minimal. She’ll make a full recovery.”

“Very well, continue looking into this and report to me any new discoveries.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

    At that time the royal physician took their leave, although you were still processing. You couldn’t believe someone had actually tried to kill you, after everything you’ve been through.

“Leave.” Hendery stated. “Now.”

    Misu only hesitated for a moment before quickly removing herself from the room. You were lost in your own thoughts until you felt Hendery reaching for your hand. You pulled away and glared at him.

“I never thought you’d resort to such methods.”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.”

“Is that so?” Hendery chuckled. “You can’t escape me that easily, my love.”

“Excuse me? Do you think I tried to kill myself?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tried to leave me. Perhaps you thought to try a more permanent method.”

“As if I would leave you my kingdom.”

“And how many times have you tried running from it now?”

“Seven, and I wasn’t running away from my kingdom. I was trying to gain my freedom so I could come up with a proper plan to get rid of you!”

“And you expect me to believe that? To me it just seems like you miscalculated something.” Hendery smiled. “Lucky me.”

“I did not try to kill myself! Someone just tried to kill me! Shouldn’t you be actually concerned here?”

“My love, as if anyone would dare to do such a thing. You are beloved by your people and me, no one holds a grudge against you.”

“Don’t you?”

“The two of us have what you would call, tough love.”

“Loveless is a more accurate term.”

“Regardless, it seems I must be keeping a closer eye on you.”

“What?”

“Once you’re feeling better you shall be moved to my chambers. It’s best you stay close to me so I can make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Someone tried to kill me! You should be investigating!”

“You want me to frame someone for your crimes? No, no, no, none of that.” Hendery took your hand. “We’ll just say you had an allergic reaction and move on.”

“I did not try to kill myself! And I’ll prove it.”

“Very well, if that’s what you wish to entertain yourself with as you recover, but it doesn’t change my mind.”

    Hendery called for Misu, telling her to bring you some medication so you could get some rest. Once she returned he excused himself. Misu made sure you took your medicine and helped you get comfortable. You slowly drifted off, even if you were worried about someone making a move again, you were certain Hendery would at least do well to keep an eye on you. When you woke up later you saw that the sun was still out.

“Your majesty, how are you feeling?”

“Uh… the same… has there been an update?”

“Not yet. Although his majesty requested you be moved to his chambers once you woke if your situation had not worsened. There are guards here to escort you.”

“Of course… he’s persistent.”

    You needed help getting out of bed, but you managed to stand. There was no way you were going to walk, so Misu helped you, another one of your ladies helping you as well. It was annoying and not helpful to be moving rooms, but you didn’t need Hendery throwing a fit. You settled into his bed, remembering the time when you slept here willingly. Although you didn’t want to think about that, you had other things to worry about.

“Misu, I need you to do something for me.”

“Yes, your majesty, what can I do for you?”

“I need a list of all the kitchen staff, along with their duties and years of experience.”

“The entire kitchen staff? That’s going to be a long list.”

“I know.”

“Very well then, I shall gather that information for you as quickly as I can.”

“Thank you.”

    Even if your recovery was important, you needed to find out who tried to kill you. They had failed in their attempts, so they could try again, and most of all you knew Hendery’s words were true. You couldn’t see your kingdom hating you, as far as you knew no one had a problem with you, which made this all the more concerning. You stayed in bed, thinking things over when the smell of food interrupted your thoughts.

“Feeling better, my love?” Hendery entered with some servants. “You need to eat to recover your strength so I thought I’d join you.”

    You had help sitting up, a tray was placed on the bed so the food would be easily accessible to you. Hendery watched you for a moment, not speaking until you two were alone.

“Are you not hungry?”

“Someone tried to kill me, they poisoned my food. Why would I-”

“On this again, are we?”

“I’m not lying.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Clearly, it’s starting to make me think you tried to kill me.”

“Why would I ever do that?”

“Because you got what you wanted, no reason to keep me around.”

“I went through a lot of trouble to get you, my love. All I wanted was you, the kingdom was a bonus.” Hendery offered you a smile. “It was very fortunate your father accepted me as I am. I feared he wouldn’t as I had nothing to offer, but my love. I suppose that’s what won him over in the end.”

“How unfortunate for him, and me.”

“My love, I know you don’t hate me. We would not be here if that was the case.”

“I’m here because of your lies.”

“I’ve never lied to you. My feelings remain the same even if you blame me for your parents death.”

“I know you killed them, and you’re trying to get rid of me too.”

“My love.” Hendery got up, a smile still present on his lips as he grabbed your face, looking down on you. “As much as you wish to blame me for the tragedies of your life, you have no proof I did anything. I love you even if your heart is confused at the moment. You’ll come back to me on your own, one way or another, so don’t look at me with hateful eyes. I would never make an attempt on your life, so get that idea out of your head.”

    Hendery placed a kiss on your head, letting you go. He took a bite of your food and sat back down at your bedside.

“See, the food is fine. Eat.”

You were still weary, but also hungry at this point. Although before you made an attempt, Misu returned.

“Your majesty I have-” She quickly stopped, realizing you weren’t alone. “Apologies, your majesty, I didn’t realize-”

“What do you have there?”

Hendery held his hand out and Misu handed over the list of kitchen staff. He looked it over with a chuckle.

“You’re really going to look into this?”

“You said I could while I recover, or in your words, entertain myself.”

“I see, but you do realize this is pointless.”

“What?”

“We eat the same things everyday, my love. Even if we aren’t together. The food we have is cooked in the same pots and pans. If the food has been poisoned in the process of being made, then I would have been affected too. I’m fine so-”

“It was a targeted attack… which means someone added something to the food after it was prepared.”

“Like yourself.”

“Or the poison was meant for you and it was added to the wrong plate.”

“…”

“Are you starting to believe me?”

“I’m not sure… Misu, come here.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Now.”

    Misu stepped closer to Hendery, flustered and shy. He held his hand out and she eventually understood to give him her arm. She did so and he pulled her close, checking her pulse.

“Look at me and tell me, did my queen ask you to do anything bad?”

“You can’t be-”

“I’m not speaking to you right now, my love.” Hendery grabbed Misu’s chin and had her meet his eyes. “Did you do anything bad?”

“Nu… no, your majesty.”

“My queen didn’t ask you to do anything vile?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“I see. You may go.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

    Misu hurried out of the room, and you made a note to check on her later. You were certainly annoyed now.

“That was unnecessary. Did you even get your answer?”

“I’m not certain… regardless, the royal physician informed me they could not identify the poison as your food has already been disposed of.”

“You-”

“Are on your own for this. I don’t believe anyone would try to hurt you, or me, but if you’re going to blame anyone you better have solid proof.”

“Fine, but let’s make one thing clear. Just as you say you wouldn’t try to kill me, I won’t be leaving of my own will. I’m going to take my kingdom back, and watch you burn.”

Hendery scoffed. “I’ll look forward to that. Now eat. I oversaw the whole process so I assure you nothing is wrong.”

“…”

“Or do I have to feed you myself?”

    You were still upset with him, practically always, but you ate with him. If he said it wasn’t poisoned, you could believe that from his twisted love. 

“See, that wasn’t bad was it. Take your medication and rest.”

“You said you oversaw this being cooked, right?”

“Yes, my love.”

“What happened when it was finished?”

“Hm… our plates were prepared and placed on a tray. From there the servants grabbed them and followed me to my chambers.”

“The servants were on standby?”

“Yes.”

“Are they always like that?”

“I can’t say. I was only there today.”

“And they grab the trays as soon as the food is ready?”

“It seems so, why?”

“Then if something was added to the food, it was done once it left the kitchen, and before reaching me.”

“You’re very cute with your investigation. So don’t cause trouble.”

“No promises.”

“Of course.”

    Hendery kissed your head and excused himself. A moment later the servants came in to take the dishes, Misu checking over you.

“Misu.”

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Are you alright? He shouldn’t have-”

“I’m alright, your majesty. I was a bit caught off guard by the request, but I did not lie.”

“I still must apologize, you shouldn’t be treated that way.”

“I’m okay, just worried about you.”

“I must also apologize, as I need you to do something else for me.”

“How can I help you, your majesty?”

“You went through the trouble of getting the kitchen staff list, but it seems I’ve miscalculated.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way of knowing what kind of poison was used on me, but it wasn’t the food itself that harmed me. Therefore the kitchen staff is most likely not the culprit, meaning it’s another servant.”

“I don’t believe I follow.”

“The kitchen is already so busy as it is, so it’s highly unlikely one of them did something… do you think you could figure out what servants came in contact, or near my food the other day. I know most of the have certain roles and routines to follow. I want the names of those, and maybe ask around to see if anyone saw anything odd.”

“Ah, I will do my best, your majesty.”

“Thank you.”

    With that set up you took your medicine and laid down to rest. The next time you opened your eyes, you realized it was dark out, and you weren’t alone. You found yourself wrapped up in Hendery’s arms, his warmth keeping you comfortable and calm. Although upon realizing this you squirmed out of his grasp, waking him up in the process.

“Are you alright, my love? Do you-”

“Don’t touch me.”

Hendery sighed. “It’s late, lay back down and sleep.”

“Not with you.”

“I said I would be keeping a close eye on you. That includes the night.”

“We don’t have to sleep in the same bed.”

“But we do.” Hendery pulled you back down. “And I’ve missed you.”

“I haven’t.”

“Lies, my love, and you know it.”

    He cuddled you, spooning you and holding you close. He was still warm, just as before. You hated how your thoughts drifted to the past. The nights like this, as he’d drown you in soft kisses to help you sleep. His words of love slowly turned to whispers and fading to mumbles as he fell asleep. You thought he was everything, and now you just felt so alone.

“You really think I tried to kill myself?”

“Who would dare harm you?”

“Everyone has secrets.”

“But not just anyone would be bold enough to poison the queen. If you really think someone did that, you can’t just look for evidence, you need to know why.”

“Add this to the list of reasons you’re a terrible husband.”

“What else is on that list?”

“Your lies, your manipulation, you-”

“I did what was best for you.”

“I disagree.”

“So you’d prefer an arranged marriage with a man you didn’t know? Simply for power? I don’t think I could allow that.”

“It was not your job to look after me.”

“But I’ve done so.”

“If that was true you’d look for who tried to kill me. Before they try again.”

“You get lucky once, and they blew it. I won’t allow them another chance, even if that someone is you.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you can rest easy in my arms.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yes you can. Like I said, I won’t let anyone harm you. I will always love you, no matter what.”

    You didn’t want to sleep, but your illness, and his warmth just made it so easy to drift off. Even if your mind was logical and understanding of your displeasure for your husband, your body and heart remembered him well, and could only accept him. When morning came you were still in his arms, snuggled against him like old times. The realization quickly made you move away. It seemed that Hendery had been awake for a while, watching you sleep and waiting for you to wake. He had you stay in bed as he went to oversee breakfast, returning later.

    You felt better, but not entirely back to your old self. So you remained in bed and carried out your investigation from there. You’d take your medicine, and Hendery always returned to share your meals, assuring you each and every time the food was safe. Misu got you the list you had requested, along with some information to narrow down the suspects. You needed to speak with each of these people, to get a better idea as to whether or not they were guilty. You would move down to the main hall to conduct these interviews, taking notes of anything you felt odd.

“Still entertaining yourself I see.”

“What do you want?”

    Hendery found you in the main hall, bringing over a chair to sit at your side, peeking at your notes. He still found what you were doing amusing.

“Any suspects?”

“Not particularly. Everyone seems to be hiding something, not surprising as the castle is huge, but no one seems that nervous around me.” You sighed. “I got nothing.”

“Just-”

“Don’t make a comment about me trying to frame someone.”

“I was going to say, just take a break. I’m sure something will come to mind once you look at it with a clear head.”

“Are you gonna help?”

“This seems to be your personal mission. I don’t want to interfere.”

“Of course not.”

    It took you two days to get through your list, and you felt like you had gotten nowhere. To add to the despair, you weren’t really feeling better. You could get out of bed and go about your day, but you’d get headaches and fatigue quite fast. If anything, it told you that whatever was used on you had lasting effects, so maybe the assassin hadn’t entirely failed.

“Your majesty, the bath is ready.”

“Thank you, Misu.”

    The warm water did well to sooth you and make you feel better despite everything. You felt you hadn’t gotten anywhere with your investigation, and had no idea what to do next. Still, for now you should rest and try again later. You closed your eyes and let yourself feel the warm water. It was really relaxing, and the aroma in the room was soothing as well. You could feel yourself falling asleep and sinking into the water. A half baked thought surfaced, making you aware of the problem, but you didn’t have the strength to do anything.

    Slowly the water rose until you were completely under it. You felt like you were floating, and it was quite peaceful, until you ran out of oxygen. You couldn’t do anything to call for help, merely trying to reach up to the surface, but your vision was already going black. You thought this might be it, starting to accept that when your vision was suddenly white and you were inhaling a mixture of water and air. You coughed up the water, realizing you had surfaced, shaking from the shock.

“I got you, I got you.”

    It took a moment to realize Hendery was holding you, Misu making a fuss about him getting wet and also helping to get you out of the water. She handed Hendery a towel and he wrapped you up with it, trying to dry you off. He ordered Misu to get the physician, staying with you and trying to warm you up.

“You’re alright, you’re alright.”

“I… I…”

“Sh, don’t speak, just breath, nice and easy. You’re okay.”

    You were still coughing up some water, trying to regain your breath and sense. Hendery merely held you tight, gently rocking you and assuring you were alright. You had no idea what happened to you, besides the fact the assassin had made another move.

“Hendery…”

“You’re alright, my love.”

“Do you still… think it was… me…”

“I never did.”

“Huh?”

“Sh, just focus on your recovery, you don’t have to worry about anything else.”

    You had questions, but you couldn’t quite articulate them. Once you were good to move, Hendery picked you up and took you to his chambers, setting you down on the bed, not caring if you were still soaked. He got another towel to help dry you up properly, finding some of your clothes to dress you and then wrapping you up in a blanket. You were still shaking, not from the water but just everything. Your thoughts led to fear, and you didn’t feel safe with anyone besides Hendery, the only person you could trust wouldn’t do anything. You didn’t even want to see the physician, and Hendery had to tell them to leave.

“My love, you need to-”

“No… no one…”

“I need to be certain you’re alright.”

“You do it…”

“You trust me? I thought you hated me?”

“You’re… you’re the only one… I can trust… right now…”

“Then please give me a moment to figure out what I need to look for.”

“Okay…”

    You pulled the blanket around you tighter once Hendery left, quietly counting to yourself to distract yourself until he returned. He did best to check all your vitals and make sure nothing was wrong.

“What happened?”

“I… I don’t know… I was fine… then tired… and… and…”

“That’s enough. I’ll have this looked into and find the culprit.”

“So you… you believe me…”

“Of course. I just need more evidence.”

“Then… you… used me… as bait…”

“The first time was too clean. There was barely any evidence left behind. I would have lost you if I hadn’t been so fortunate.”

“Why… why…”

“Sh, don’t concern yourself. I’ll handle everything. Here, I went down to prepare you some tea so you can sleep.”

“You won’t leave… right…”

“No. I will stay right here, my love.”

    Hendery helped you with the tea, making sure you had every last drop before laying you down. He tucked you in under the covers, lying down at your side. You curled up, still thinking about what happened. The first incident you had no idea what was happening, but this time around, you could feel your life slipping away. Hendery could see the gears turning in your head, reaching over to gently pet you.

“You’re okay, everything’s okay, no one’s going to hurt you.”

“You’ll find… who did this…”

“I will, I promise.”

    Even if you didn’t really want to sleep, the tea and your own exhaustion was starting to wear you down. You slowly drifted off to sleep, only able to rest for a bit before waking up in a  fright. You thought you would be alone, but Hendery was right at your side, pulling you into his arms. He gently rocked you in his arms while rubbing your back, once again assuring you things were alright.

“I see the tea didn’t work for long.”

“I’m fine…”

“I know, I know.”

“I don’t think I can sleep…”

“That’s alright, we can just stay up together.”

“Okay…”

    It was getting dark out, but you didn’t feel tired. Hendery asked for some books, and his own things to be brought to his chambers. You both stayed on the bed, quietly providing each other company. Even if you were on high alert, you didn’t expect Hendery to stay awake for long, eventually finding him asleep on the bed. You watched him for a moment, your hand unconsciously reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. You quickly stopped yourself when you realized what you were doing.

    A near death experience, your second, should not be a time to rekindle old feelings. Let alone considering all he had done to become king and take your kingdom from you. He wasn’t someone to forgive. You were still decent, cleaning up and making sure he could rest comfortably. You did your best not to wake him, just remaining at his side and trying to read, your thoughts drifting off to what happened. Before you knew it the sun had risen, and a new day had begun. You were staring out the window and you didn’t realize Hendery waking up.

“My love…”

“You’re awake.”

“Did you not sleep?”

“I couldn’t.”

“My apologies, you should have woken me.”

“One of us should rest.”

“I suppose. You must be hungry, I’ll have breakfast prepared.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“I know that’s a lie. You may have no appetite but your body needs to remain healthy.”

“…”

“Then do you want to wrap this up?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

    Hendery helped you dress in something comfortable, disregarding usual clothing traditions, and going down to the main hall with you. He had yet to tell you anything, but you were just waiting quietly. If he was going to tell you something he should have done it in his chambers where you had privacy, so this did concern you. Although it was just the two of you as he had the guards leave the room.

“You asked to see me, your majesty.”

    Misu quietly entered the room, bowing to both of you after a slight pause. When she entered you looked over at Hendery, but he just had an amused look in his eyes.

“Why did you do it?”

“Pardon… I don’t-”

“What poison did you use?”

“Wa… what?”

“Answer me.”

“Hendery.” You hissed. “What are you-”

“My love, you are quite beautifully naive. There is only one person who could hurt you, but you never even considered the possibility because you trust them so much.”

“No, no, you-”

“You figured out it couldn’t be the actual kitchen staff, so it had to be someone who had access to your food after it was prepared. None of the servants you spoke to raised any concern, and none would have a reason to harm you.”

“And why would Misu? She has been my faithful servant since I was a child. Why would she-”

“Why indeed, that’s what I would like to know.”

“You can’t-”

“Misu is the one who’s supposed to try the food to make sure it’s safe, isn’t that right, my love?”

“I…”

“If you had finished your plate you would have surely passed, and it wasn’t Misu who found you, was it?”

“No…”

“Everyone has their secrets as you said, and when I interrogated Misu her heart was racing. Not because of my questions, but something else. Do you care to explain yourself?”

“Your majesty, I don’t-”

“Do not lie to me!” Hendery rose to his feet. “You are lucky to be breathing right now. I should have struck you down already, but you are alive right now to explain yourself. So tell me, why did you dare to harm my queen!”

    Misu was at a loss for words, looking between you and Hendery. You weren’t sure what to believe, trying to make sense of all the pieces Hendery had just dropped in your lap. Although you didn’t have to ponder for long as Misu fell to her news, bowing down.

“How could I not do something, your majesty!”

“Mi… Misu… what…”

“I do not know the reason why the queen has grown to hate you, but I cannot stand it!”

“Ah… do you… have feelings for me?” Hendery questioned. “Are your actions some declaration of love?”

“She does not love or cherish you, it’s unfair for you to suffer in such a manner.”

    Hendery chuckled, slowly walking over to Misu. He knelt down, grabbing her chin so their eyes would meet.

“I can see love in your eyes. I always thought that was admiration, I am your king after all, but this is something much deeper. You’d do anything for me, huh? Even kill.”

“Your-”

“It’s a shame. You could have been useful, but you chose to harm my queen, and I cannot allow you to live any longer.”

“Your majesty, please.” Misu begged. “I did poison the queen, but the incident with the bath was not my doing, I am not-”

    Hendery was no longer listening, returning to his throne and grabbing his sword. Your eyes went wide, having not realized he would be taking matters into his own hands like this. You thought to stop him, but when you stood, the shock of everything cause you to collapse.

“Hendery-”

    You closed your eyes before you saw anything that could never be unseen. You were shaking again, scared to open your eyes. You heard the sword clatter to the ground, a presence slowly approaching. You felt Hendery caress your cheek.

“Look at me, my love.”

    You slowly opened your eyes, locking your gaze with his. You didn’t want to see anything else. He had a bit of blood on his face, but he seemed content.

“Are you alright?”

“I… I…”

“You don’t have to worry anymore. I took care of everything, like I promised.”

“But… but…” Misu’s last words started to hit you. “She said she didn’t… the bath… if she…”

“That’s nothing to worry about. She was just saying whatever she could to save herself, but her fate was sealed the second she hurt you.”

“Did you… did you have something to do with-”

“Sh, I know this was probably a lot for you, but I needed you to know that you’re safe. I’ll get you a new maid, and make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“I… Hendery…”

“It’s okay, everything’s okay now, my love. You’re safe.”

“… am I…”

“Of course, you have me, and that’s all you need.”

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[a-tiny-teez]

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[writingzen]

CRAZY ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Mark Lee x reader

✧ Summary- making out with mark lee

✧ Warnings- kissing, suggestive grabbing, hickies, all that jazz

✧ A/N- In honor of me being obsessed with mark. Hope you enjoy, if you have any questions or just wanna talk, you can always message me. Thank you!

Lips moving against eachother, slowly melting and fitting into one, like pieces of a puzzle. Something about kissing you was always so addicting, intoxicating. The way you get to make all the decisions, take full control, choosing the pace and the emotions that follow behind.

Choosing to take your precious time at first, peppering small kisses against his lips so tenderly not yet alluring him into the wonders of what his mind dreams of causing a sense of neediness to take over him as the seconds that feel like hours pass by. Little by little taking the flow leisurely as he grows impatient before allowing him to some control choosing a more passionate route.

Marks lips rush into yours, sucking and parting, granting access for his tongue to wetly slide in, only at your command. Feeling deprived, he can’t help but yearn for more while yet feeling relaxed as his muscles finally take a break, a feeling no rest day can construct for him. He honestly feels like a puppet going by your orders only.

Waiting for the opening to take you in fully instead of those teasing kisses, you gift him with. Your lips part, immediately longing for eachother as the air hits against your lonely lips that once held his. He takes the chance to turn his head slightly, hoping to gain more permission as his hand runs to the back of your neck drawing you in while his other hand tightens around your waist, kneeding the skin ever so lightly. Your arms wrap tightly around Marks neck, pulling him more intently and closely as you want, bodies pressed against one another. Though you both are close as you can get, the need to get impossibly closer is almost overbearing.

You hold back a smirk that fights to show on your face. It’s cute really, how his actions take control of him leaving his thoughts lost somewhere in his head not thinking twice as his body grows more desperate for your touch.

You lean back teasingly, craving to kiss more than just his rose plush lips. The butterflies in his stomach do back flips as you continue to lay wet kisses down his neck, sucking the sensitive skin in your mouth, marking him. Not forgetting to show affection to the mole on his neck you love so dearly as you make your way to litter kisses across the skin of his collar bone. Feeling overwhelmed from pleasure, it all makes the breath in his throat hitch. He can’t help but fall in love all over again with the lustful feeling that builds in his stomach taking over his eager body as he bites his lips harshly holding back any noise hoping for escape, letting only a soft whimper leave.

When your lips find their way back to his, he kisses you with more urgency, shoving his glossy lips onto yours as he straightens up under you. The once slow and soft kiss now completely gone, lost in the deep and stimulating yet quick pace that possess you both, having you huffing into each other's mouths. A shiver runs up your spine as his hands starts to firmly cup your waist holding you in place, stopping any unwanted movement from you, growing tried of your teasing that played him like a game. And though with this much control he still finds himself growing more small as your hands start to roam his body, drawing figures on his delicate skin, every touch being so sensual, so deliberate.

But even with everything you are both receiving that comes like a nicely wrapped present, you find yourself feeling not yet satisfied with what you are gifted, not until you get exactly what you want and more. A feeling he finds himself greedily obsessing with over and over again till he goes absolutely insane.

A smirk takes up his face as he pulls back, breath hitting against your now plump bruised lips,

“God you drive me crazy”

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[yankpop]

Yandere Kun (WayV): Being too overprotective during your pregnancy

Summary: Your “husband” wants your unborn baby to be healthy and for that, he’s willing to manipulate you until he gets what he wants.

This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

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WARNINGS: Implied kidnapping; forced pregnancy; intense manipulation; gaslighting; forced eating.

(Female reader)

AN: It a bit messed up but i still did it. Hope you guys like it and let me know 💖

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"What's that?”

You hesitantly ask as you enter the kitchen. The kitchen counter fully decorated with colorful fruits that Kun keeps picking, putting them into the blender, creating a suspicious juice. Even the odd color manages to scare you. 

Kun gives you a bright open smile, rushing over to you. His hands immediately take a hold of you, one of them going to your swollen belly, making you slightly flinch.

Even after all this time, you still hate his touch. 

“Oh this? I’m just following the doctor’s orders.” he calmly says, carefully maneuvering your body to make you sit on a chair.

Your brows twist in confusion. You don’t recall the doctor saying something about fruit juices.

Kun notices your confusion, a small smile decorating his face as he leans on and places a small kiss on your forehead. 

“I asked the doctor for extra recommendations, just to make sure you and our precious baby will be healthy the entire time.” he elucidates you, his calming voice inciting the baby to start kicking, making you gasp in surprise.

Kun panics for a moment, his eyes going wide in concern, until he sees your hand going to rub your belly. He kneels down to the floor, his face at the same level as the growing bump. 

“Daddy’s here, princess. He’s gonna make sure that you’re safe and have all the vitamins that you need, baby.” Kun coos, his voice flooding with adoration as he presses small gentle kisses all over your stomach.

You merely stare at him, an emptiness filling you as you feel like you’re not even on your own body but more like someone who's watching the scene from afar.

One of the many coping mechanisms that you developed over your time with Kun.

You didn’t blame the baby but it didn’t stop you from dreaming what your life would’ve been if you had managed to get away from Kun before he got you pregnant. Not that he’d let you run away even if you didn’t want to stay with him.

You had already come to terms with the fact that you would never get away from him but lately hormones have been making your irrational fantasies of escaping grow stronger.

“I also got you more vitamins, later I’m  gonna make a schedule for when you have to take them.” Kun declares, looking above towards you. His words make you huff in annoyance, his controlling personality starting to bug you immensely. 

He ignores your action, going back to the counter and grabbing a juice filled glass and handing it to you. You gaze at the peculiar shade of green of the juice, hesitating before bringing it to your lips.

Taking in a small sip, you immediately gag with the liquid, spitting it back to the glass and putting it back on the counter.

“Ew, it tastes so bad.” 

Kun only sighs at your reaction, once again grabbing the glass and returning it to you, his hand coming to your back, rubbing small comforting circles.

“I know it doesn’t taste great, but it’s a small sacrifice you have to make for the baby.” 

Your brows narrow in exasperation, crossing your arms above your baby bump you shoot back at him.

“I already take 3 different types of vitamins, I don’t think the baby needs much more. You’re just going overboard with this, Kun.” Your words don’t have much effect over Kun but you definitely notice his fingers tightening around the glass cup. 

“Look, this is all for the baby, darling. Don’t be such a bad mom that can’t even put our baby’s health over your own comfort.”

Your mouth drops as his words hit you hard. You aren't being a bad mom. You aren't. Right?

“Yes, you are.” Kun says, almost like he’s reading your mind. He tilts the glass into your direction.

“Just drink it. Cause if you don’t and our daughter is born with any type of health problems, I’m blaming you for it.” He concludes without so much of a blink, making you doubt yourself.

Your mind runs through various scenarios and as much as you hate Kun and his overprotective nature, maybe he was right and the baby really needed this. 

Reluctantly picking back the glass, you drink small sips of the liquid, constantly gagging back on its taste yet forcing it down your throat. From your peripheral vision, you see Kun giving you a satisfied smile, his hand coming back to rub your back, somewhat making you feel better as you keep consuming the nasty drink.

The disgusting flavor burns your throat as you force it down. 

“You're doing great, honey. Just a few more sips and you’re done.” Kun incentives you, his eyes attentive towards you.

After a few more bitter and agonizing gulps you finally end the whole glass, immediately pushing the glass away from you. Kun’s features morph into a pleased expression, his hand coming to your stomach to lovingly caress the bump. 

“See, it wasn't that difficult, was it? I’m glad you were reasonable enough to not jeopardize our baby’s health.” You turn your eyes away from him, unable to look at him.

You know that the reality is that Kun is a master in manipulation and that you just fell for another of his tricks, this time using your own child as leverage to manipulate you. 

You hate him. 

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He is type of guy who would never admit that he cares for you but knows about your every move. Who would be ready to hang out with you whenever you ask. Guy who rather have more fun playfully teasing you and playing with you. Who would always dream about you but his lips will never dare to form a word. Just looking at you like his wide smile like kid's ones when they see there favorite candy.

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[thetypingpup]

Off Script: Part 2

banner by @yujaemna

Link to Part 1

​Pairing: The Legion!Xiaojun x Yan!Survivor!Female Reader

AU: Dead by Daylight

Genre: smut, horror

Wordcount: 13.6K

Content: graphic violence and death (xiaojun is a killer in this so), reader is turned on by violence, sadomasochism on both sides, knife play, body worship, praise, dirty talk, sweet talk, petnames (sweetheart, baby, my dear), oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), dom!Xiaojun sub!reader but the powerplay fades towards the end, unprotected sex, scratching (male receiving), biting (female receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, missionary, aftercare ofc, yandere content (including stalking, obsession, and possessiveness)

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Absence makes for an obsessive heart. 

Five trials have passed since you’ve last seen Xiaojun. Five fucking trials, of being chased around various locations, all by killers that aren’t him. Though the endless night makes it impossible to gauge the duration of those trials, you just know that it’s been far too long for your liking. The irritable itch of impatience festers beneath your skin as you awaken in yet another expanse of tall, dead grass. You squint against the blaring flash of red and blue that marks police cars in the distance, though the sirens are completely silent. Perhaps they have been frozen in time, caught in that stretch of silence between the sirens’ blare, like the tension of the chest before an exhale. You don’t know, and you don’t care, because there’s no guarantee that you’ll see him this round. 

You wander through Lampkin Lane in search of generators. You told the others that splitting up would be safer, and covering more ground would help open the exits faster, or lead to the discovery of the hatch hidden on the map. In truth, you can’t even bear to be near anyone that isn’t him. The race for survival doesn’t matter if you aren’t running alongside him. 

You meander from building to building to find those red engines you need to power, letting your mind wander as you pass through the monotonous arena. The houses are all the same. The layout of every dwelling on the street is almost identical, with the rooms arranged in similar layouts. From the dark layers of tile on the roofs, to the porches that show the beginning signs of decay, it’s all the same. The only variation to be found is in each house’s choice of dull pastel paint color outside and peeling wallpaper within. The boundaries of each property are marked with the same dark hedges and the same chipping white picket fences. This terrain is far too monotonous to be enjoyable, merging together in a uniform blur as you pass through, which makes it easy for you to let your mind drift to thoughts of Xiaojun.

How you wish it was him following you through this map. How you wish to feel that zip of excitement rush through you and leave goosebumps in its wake. You yearn for him in every way. Your body yearns to feel his hands once more, touching and caressing every part of you. You yearn to feel his lips against yours and on all of your sensitive spots. There’s still so many he has yet to discover. You yearn to feel him deep inside of you, joined as one in the most intimate of ways as he thrusts deeper than anyone has before. You yearn to feel the warmth of his release spilling inside you as if claiming you with his seed. Just the thought has your eyes sliding shut as you ruminate. 

Now that he knows your name, you want to hear him say it over and over again, in carnal shouts of lust and in clandestine whispers of affection. You long to press kisses over the planes of his gorgeous face and witness him melt under your touch. You long to stare into his eyes and feel the intensity of his gaze in return. Even a glimpse of his mask would be a welcome sight.

Shrill screams bring your attention back to the arena. On instinct, you duck down and out of sight, hiding beneath the window in the house you sought refuge in. You count two distinct cries of anguish sounding off in quick succession, as if they’ve been struck one right after the other in a singular chase. Wait, you know that technique. You recognize that speed. Could it be him?

Your heart starts to pound audibly, getting louder by the second. The heaviness in your heart, the tangible rush of blood coursing through your veins, tells you that the killer is nearing. Your muscles tense, preparing to run and hide in the first direction your eyes lock onto. Your chest rises and falls more rapidly by the moment, and you carefully peek through the shadows to see if you can identify the killer. A smile lifts your lips as soon as you catch a glimpse of that smile crudely scrawled onto that oh so familiar white mask.

He’s here! Xiaojun is here!

Judging by the volume of your racing heart, he’s right outside the house you’re in, sneaking through the backyard. Glee bubbles to the surface in the form of warmth on your cheeks and a tingle in your hands. Finally, you get to see him again! Your mind already takes off, sprinting through a whirlwind of thoughts. Does he remember you? Of course he does. How could he forget? He did say that he’s yours after all, right? Should you let him know that you’re here? Should you hang back and let him find you? Would he come looking for you?

You decide to watch as he corners someone in the backyard right outside the window. A scoff has a rush of air puffing from your nose before you can stop it. This poor soul didn’t stand a chance, stupidly running right into some of the junk piled in the backyard and cornering themselves. You never would’ve made such a stupid mistake, and in the back of your mind, you hope he’s thinking about how you would’ve evaded him with ease. With a single swipe of his knife, your fellow mortal is knocked to the ground, blood splattering from the grizzly gash on their arm. You feel that match strike of arousal spark right up your spine, the sparks flaring right between your legs, as you watch him mount the poor human onto one of those dastardly hooks.

You barely pay any heed to the wriggling form of who’s supposed to be your companion. All you can focus on is the fact that Xiaojun is close enough to easily see you if you move, his attention only diverted to glide his blood-stained knife over his sleeve. Now’s your chance! Without thinking for another moment, you vault through the open window, leaping right toward the hook and hoisting your teammate off of it.

“Go, run!” You sharply whisper to them, and a moment later they’re scurrying off into the night. You see the killer pause at the sound of your voice, stunned, as if he can’t believe you’re actually here. A moment later he brandishes his knife, the blade reflecting the red and blue glare of the patrol car lights. Warmth blooms in your chest as your eyes meet, and you can feel him meet your gaze even through the holes poked in his mask. Then, with a sly smile, you take off through an opening in the hedges and right into the street, breaking through a barrier of yellow tape. The rush of air you hear behind you tells you he’s following right on your heels.

This new map gives you a new idea, and you wonder if he’s up for the challenge.

Dashing to the nearest house, you scale the gutter rail on the side, shimmying up to the roof. To your delight, you see him climbing the side of the building right behind you, finding footing in the ramshackle tiling on the wall. As soon as you hop onto the roof, he’s right behind you, and your heart races faster as you sprint towards the edge. 

You have two choices now; drop into the backyard and race across the ground, or jump across the grassy gap and onto then next roof. He’s following fast, hot on your heels, so close that your sleeve gets ripped by the slashing arch of his blade. Thinking fast, you leap across to the next roof, landing on your feet. To your elation, he follows right behind, and it takes everything in you not to swoon at the show of athleticism. 

The red and blue flashes below pass by in a blur as you hop from roof to roof. The tiles clatter noisily underfoot, some of the panels knocked out of place by your racing feet and sliding down the inclines. You make it to the end of the lane, with Xiaojun following close behind. He stays just a few paces back, just far enough to give you the advantage for now. But you know at any moment he can rush you with a burst of speed that’s unique to his technique, and that’s exactly what you want. You want to feel the sudden impact of him pressing against you, leaving you cornered in the blink of an eye, brought back to center with the cold press of his blade right against your heated skin. The thought of him finally catching you excites you more than anything, and it’s with this thought that you slip through the rooftop window on the house you just landed on, knowing that he’ll go where you lead him.

Your shoulder blades meet the wall in a sudden rush of speed as he presses you back against it, just hard enough to drive the point home that he’s won this game of chase. He only needs one hand by your head to cage you against the wallpaper, to halt you in your tracks and let him corral you. You bite back a moan at the cold press of his knife against your neck, the warmth of his body so enticingly close to yours, and the slick edge to his voice that cuts deeper than any blade, “Did you miss me?”

“Sure did. Took you long enough, by the way.” You breathe out with relieved elation, smiling at the sight of that white mask.

“I told you I’d see you again, sweetheart.” He slowly runs the edge of the blade along the high point of your neck, just barely grazing your jawline as he glides it along, “Still giving me a run for my money, I see.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you eye the weapon, a soft giggle bubbling between your lips, “I can’t help it. It’s too much fun.”

“What do you say we have some fun of our own, hm? Make up for lost time?” He slyly suggests, his other hand sliding down the wall and onto your side.

“How about this?” You reach out and toy with the zipper of his hoodie as if you’re about to take it off, fiddling with the metal bit in your hand, “I bet there’s at least one person still alive in this arena. Take them out, make sure it’s just the two of us here, and then we can have some fun.”

The slight tremor in his voice portrays his interest, “Ooh, I like that. How long do I have?”

You furrow your brows, “What do you mean?”

“C’mon let’s make this interesting. Gimme a time limit.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot, practically shuddering with excitement.

“Ok uhm…” Thinking quickly, you decide the terms of this little wager, “You have three minutes to find and hook the last person, and I won’t give you any hints on where they might be.”

“I bet I can do it in two.” He cuts in, and you can hear the eager smile he’s surely wearing behind his mask.

“Then do it in two.” You nod in agreement, “And if you win, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”

He leans in with a playful chuckle, “Whatever I want? You’re giving me a lot of power here, sweetheart.”

You stare right into the openings where his eyes are with an earnest gaze, “I trust you.”

The light playfulness fades ever so slightly as something a bit heavier fills the void. Even his knife, which was dangerously pressed against your most prominent vein, is now safely tucked in the seam where your jaw meets your neck. With his other hand he tightens his grasp on your waist, as if wordlessly telling you that you can indeed trust him. You’re quick to restore the lighthearted atmosphere with a flippant remark, “I mean, I definitely trust you more than the idiots I got stuck with this round.”

He scoffs, and even though you can’t see it, you can tell he must be rolling his eyes, “They were pathetic this time around. It’s not much of a game if they make it too easy.”

“Well then, go finish them off so we can have some real fun. Your time starts…” You lean in, so close you can almost feel the ceramic of his mask, “Now!”

With a burst of speed, he flies through the window, landing with a tuck and roll on the grass below. You follow along, hopping from rooftop to rooftop after him. From your vantage point you can see more of the map, noting the exit door that marks the end of Lampkin Lane and the gray fog that looms beyond the gate. You make yourself comfortable on the edge of the roof, watching for Xiaojun to make his final kill.

Lucky for him, the final person makes it easy. Limping towards the exit, a trail of their own blood stains the dark grass and leads Xiaojun right to them. The person desperately reaches out and grasps the lever beside the door, tapping their foot impatiently as the mechanism slowly activates.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, open!” You hear the emphatic murmur of this last person, watching them fidget as if their heart is about to leap out of their chest. You clutch the edge of the roof, leaning over as far as you can, eyes straining to search the shadows for Xiaojun. Your heart hammers in your chest, even faster than this last remaining soul, anticipation tensing your muscles as you lie in wait.

Their strained hope is short lived, for Xiaojun emerges from the darkness while their attention is on the switch. He follows the trail of blood slowly, closing in, knowing he has the person completely trapped. They know he’s right behind them, their heartbeat pounding loudly in their ears. You see them tremble helplessly, pressing down harder on the flipped switch, as if that will activate the door faster. You know from experience that their attempt is futile, which only makes their misplaced hope captivating to witness from afar. Xiaojun advances slowly on the soon to be victim, almost casually, letting dread pool viscously in the pit of their stomach. He knows they have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, which lets him compel cortisol seep almost painfully into their bloodstream. 

Xiaojun lies in wait, watching the progress of the door opening like awaiting the end of a countdown. You’re all but squirming in place as you wait for him to make a move, pulses of arousal emanating from between your legs.

Right before the door opens, Xiaojun cuts them down, rushing them before they have the chance to think. With their hand still clutched tightly to the switch, they scream in pain as they fall to the ground. Their fingers uncurl from around the switch as they’re forced to relent their grasp, only for the door to slide open a moment later. Watching the killer wield his blade with such precision, seeing him elicit such cries of agony, only enlivens your erotic want. You look on as he drags the helpless soul to the nearest hook, and in the next moment, the curved metal spears through muscle and bone with an audibly wet crunch. The person is silenced, and a moment later, the clawed essence of The Entity spears the body with shadowy talons and lifts them away, growling as it accepts the sacrifice. Xiaojun looks up in your general direction, and you wink at him before slipping into the house, knowing that he’ll follow.

To your surprise, instead of scaling the side of the house and climbing the roof, he enters through the front door. Brows furrowed curiously, you faintly make out the sound of running water from the kitchen sink downstairs. There must’ve been more blood than you could see from your vantage point. 

He doesn’t give you much time to ponder before he’s racing up the stairs, panting from the effort of sprinting for so long. He inquires excitedly as he catches his breath, “How long was that? Two minutes?”

“Just about.” You nod, and though you weren’t exactly timing, it felt like no time passed at all, so he must be right. You smile at the evident elation that emanates from him, “You seemed to have fun.”

“It’s nice to build up the fear a little bit, especially when there’s nowhere to run. Still, it’s not as fun as running after you.” He tells you as he steps closer, taking a step forward as you step back, letting you lead him further into the room.

“Is that so?” You hum, your smile widening at his words.

“It is. With you, the adrenaline rush is much more satisfying. I can always count on you for a real thrill.” He emphatically insists, sending a shiver down your spine. He eyes you up and down and notices how flustered you are, commenting with a soft chuckle, “And from the looks of it, you had fun too.”

“I really like watching you work.” You admit, not taking your eyes off his masked face for a moment.

“Is that so? And what do you like about it?” He mirrors your hum with a murmur of his own.

“It’s exhilarating, watching you work. It’s like watching a hunter pursue their prey.” You explain, and you realize that the way he advances towards you is not unlike what you just described, and your breath hitches as it dawns on you.

“Hmm, I should’ve known you’d be into that sort of thing. You’re just as kinky as ever.” He says, and you hope he felt the same tingle of titillation you just did.

“There’s a lot that I’m into, a lot that you’ll find out in due time.” You assure him, and your footsteps halt as your shoulder blades meet with the nearest surface, which happens to be the bedroom wall. He grasps your waist and pulls your hips towards him, and you welcome his advance, winding your arms around his neck. 

Pressed against the peeling wallpaper, your heart pounds as he steps closer and gruffly remarks, letting his teasing veneer dissipate, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, about us.”

Though your reply is slight, your eyes shine with elation, “Really? I’ve taken over your mind that much?”

“I told you, I can’t get enough of you. Every spare second I got, I thought of you.” As he speaks, his hands trail down your sides, his touch languid with sensual intent, “I thought about how I can’t wait to feel this pretty mouth of yours again. I thought about being between your legs and tasting you again. I thought about making you come undone with my cock and just how fucking good you feel around me.”

“Sounds like you were just thinking about fucking me.” You huff out a laugh and playfully roll your eyes.

He halts and falls silent, head lifting as if affronted by your words. Before you have a chance to be concerned he steps more surely on his feet, the atmosphere instantly different.

“I was thinking about far more than that.” He tugs off his mask, and the sound of it falling to the ground is barely heard over the beating of your hearts. He leans in so close you can feel just how soft his silver hair is upon your skin, and you’re faced with the unbridled sincerity in his gaze, “You, are so much more than that.”

He cradles your face with a tenderness you didn’t think was possible for anyone to exhibit, and caresses your lips with his in the form of deep kisses. He forgoes the pet names for the moment, instead whispering your name softly against your lips between subtle sweeps of his tongue. He strokes the curve of your cheek in time with each kiss, the pad of his thumb running right over the epicenter of heat on the apples of your cheeks. 

Now it’s your turn to be surprised. This surge of such earnest affection is as overwhelming as it is unexpected, and you love every moment of it. Winding your arms tighter around his neck, you pull him closer, mirroring his kisses to show him you feel exactly the same way. He hums at this, and the sound is low and resonant enough to thrum through your mind. Your fingers sneak around to the edge of his hood and tug it off, running through his silken strands of frosted silver a moment later, and he hums indulgently at your soft touch.

He stops after some time and simply embraces you, letting you both have a moment’s reprieve from such breathless kisses, from such breathless chases. He whispers your name again with all the airy sweetness of cotton candy before his next words have you even more breathless, “Sweetheart, I’m obsessed with you. When I say I can’t get enough of you, I mean that in every way. You don’t know how much I longed just to have you in my arms again, just to be able to kiss you, just to hear your voice. I’m glad you had me kill everyone else first, because I want you all to myself.”

Your breath comes to a halt as you take in his words. All to himself. Obsessed with you. The prospect has you shivering with delight. He presses his forehead to yours and caresses your face, and you feel his impassioned appeal fan out over your lips, “You’ve made me yours. Now let me really make you mine.”

“Please, I want nothing more.” You nod emphatically, your heart beating so fast it all but takes flight in your chest. You’re already his, and the thought of him doing more to claim you as such has you reeling with excitement. With shuffling footsteps, he leads you over to the nearby bed and lays you down over the surface, quickly climbing into bed with you. 

With another sweet kiss upon your lips, he settles on top of you and starts trailing kisses down your neck. His kisses subtly sear your skin with the permanence of a tattoo, and you instantly melt onto the bed sheets. He whispers between kisses, inscribing his words onto your skin, “I’ve been craving you so bad it aches. Every moment away from you has been agony. Not a moment went by when we were apart where I didn’t think about claiming you as mine, over, and over, and over again.”

Fitting his hands to the curve of your waist, he continues, tucking his face into the curve of your neck, “No one else has made me feel as good as you do, and no one ever will. With you, I’ve never felt more alive.”

His teeth sink into your skin, the sharpness of his teeth imprinting intents of pain into your flesh. You sigh out a moan at this, leaning into the pain, leaning into him. You arch up against him, urging him to bite harder, to take more, to claim you completely. 

He continues to speak as he settles beside you, his words groaned out between bites and open mouthed kisses, “I want to give you everything I have, and everything that I am.” 

Heat sparks and flares beneath the surface of your skin until it envelops you with wanton need. Your fidgeting hands make their way to your hooded sweatshirt, unzipping the garment in one smooth motion and letting it part. You shimmy your jeans down just as quickly, and his lips remain on your neck all the while, his hand coming up to caress your thigh once the skin is exposed. He suckles softly on the spot he bit, while his arm drapes over your waist. One of his legs follows suit, draped over you and pulling you against him in one smooth motion. His kisses are so gentle as he traces the column of your throat, biting softly on the spots that make you sigh. He lays beside you, having the time of his life simply making you moan and enjoying his proximity to you. You can feel his cock getting impossibly harder against your leg, the turgid flesh prominent even through his jeans. His mouth soon trails down to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, fluttering kisses leaving a titillating trail that has you aching for more.

You giggle at the fluttering warmth of his kisses upon your neck, draping your arms over his shoulders as you reiterate, “You don’t have to be so gentle, y’know. I told you before, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“And I want to make you feel good. We don’t know how long we’ll be separated once you depart, and I want to enjoy you while I can.” He counters, and your breath simply leaves your lungs in one quick exhale at his words.

He had meant to hold off for a while longer, wanting you to relax into his soft touch and tender kisses first. But at your eagerness, he decides to propose how he really means to make you his, “Actually, I have an idea I think we both will enjoy.”

He reaches over and grabs his knife, and immediately you shiver in anticipation. He brandishes the blade by twirling it in his hand with casual ease. You see that the blade is completely clean, glinting stainless silver in the faint light of the bedside table. His eyes hold a similar glint as he inquires, “You said earlier that you trust me. Did you mean that? Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“Is this a yellow for slow down, red for stop situation?” You ask, keen interest edging your question.

“Only if you want it to be.” He says as he straddles you, legs settling into the bed on either side of your hips. His eagerness is evident, the knife twirling at an almost hypnotic pace in his hand, but he deliberately waits for your word before he proceeds. Staring at the blade, you ponder his offer.

He used his knife on you the last time, and earlier in the evening, but his hardened gaze tells you this will be more intense than a simple press to your neck. You watch the blade spin before your eyes, and your nerves come alive with the need to feel the sharp edge all over your body, to let him explore you in such a dangerous way. You see how expertly he wields the weapon and you long for him to use that skill on you. It suits him more than it has any right to, which only turns you on more. 

“Your eyes are doing an awful lot of talking, but I need your words, sweetheart.” He insists with a smirk, and he abruptly stops the motion of the blade by grasping onto the handle, “Do you trust me to use this on you?”

You nod, shuddering with excitement at the sight of the blade and emphatically agreeing, “I trust you baby, more than anyone.”

The smile he gives you in return mirrors the one drawn onto his mask, wide and crooked with mischievous delight.

“Just,” You pipe up, reaching out to grab onto his wrist, “Don’t pierce the skin, and don’t draw any blood.”

He takes in your request with a nod and softens for a moment. With a kiss to your forehead, he promises that, “I won’t. The only thing you’ll feel, my dear, is ecstasy.”

Your heart flutters at the new endearment, warmth spreading through your chest like a warm hearth. He notices the way you smile and kisses your cheek, “Do you like when I call you that?”

“I do.” You nod with a giddy grin, “I really do.”

The entire air shifts as a more dominant demeanor settles over him. The playfulness is still there, scrawled all across his face, though now it’s mixed with a deliberate intensity that hardens his features ever so slightly. When he speaks, his voice lowers to a smooth, velveteen timbre, and you outright swoon when the point of his blade lifts your chin to meet his gaze, “Then my dear it is. Yellow to slow down, red to stop, and green if I’m doing something you like. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” You’ve never nodded in agreement so quickly in your life, already feeling yourself slip into a more submissive mindset. With a breathless, giddy giggle, you quip, “Now make me yours.”

The tear of fabric reaches your ears, followed by the rush of cool air over your exposed skin. He bares your collarbones by cutting right through your shirt, carving the garment to reveal what lies beneath. He’s careful not to pierce the skin, but you can feel the quick drag and scratch of his blade over your skin as his movements start to become quicker, as his need for you starts to build. It’s the smooth edge, not the serrated side, that makes contact with your skin, and you notice his intent to merely graze your flesh with the blade as he cuts away your shirt. With one final slash, your shirt is fully torn and your chest is fully exposed to him. He’s quick to trace the knife over the sloping swell of your breasts, right along the skin your bra doesn’t cover. 

“Oh how I’ve missed the sight of you.” He all but growls, hungrily gazing down at you with a heated stare. You bask in the way his eyes beam down on you like a spotlight and voraciously rove over your body. His free hand comes up to touch you, following the cold trail left by his knife, fitting to the shape of your breast as he whispers reverently, “You’re easily the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

“I hope you know the same goes for you.” You try to reciprocate the praise, but he brings a finger to your lips, gently halting your words.

He grins, sweetly in a way that makes the apples of his cheeks more prominent, though ravenous mischief is present even in his sweet smile. You’re enraptured by the sight all the same, hanging onto his every word as he murmurs, “I appreciate that, my dear. But right now, let me appreciate you. Let me indulge in this bit of heaven in this hellscape.” 

You’re astonished by how easily he wields dominant energy with such suave eloquence. It amazes you, how he sweeps you off your feet with such effortless ease, and you find yourself falling deeper into obsessed infatuation.

You don’t have a chance to be floored by his words before he impatiently cuts your bra right down the middle, wedging the blade beneath the center before tugging it apart at the seams. The garment parts, your breasts fully exposed to the open air, and it takes everything in him not to abandon his plan and just fondle your boobs. As gripped as he is with the urge to lave his tongue all over your breasts and suckle on your nipples, he restrains himself, willing himself to take his time appreciating the enticing sight. Though the excitement that palpitates within him is evident, the wandering stroke of his knife never falters, and his skilled hand remains steady. You notice this and comfortably relax into the bed, trusting him to keep his promise and ensure that you’re never truly harmed.

He runs the knife over your chest, meandering from the jut of your collarbones to the soft swell of your breasts. He circles the very tip of the knife around your nipple, watching you arch up against the coiling spiral of stimulation, and his lips part at the sight. He repeats the action on your other nipple, tongue slipping out as he sees you react the same way. He watches the motion of his silver dagger with rapt attention as he lightly traces your torso with it, as if perusing a work of art to see how each part fits together to form an absolute masterpiece. His brows furrow in concentration as he expends the effort to take in every detail of you, from your breasts, down to your midriff, down to the flare of your hips marked by the line of your panties. He’s especially fascinated by the way your waist gives way to your hips, and the seam where your hips give way to your thighs. He runs his knife over the sensitive skin of those spots, and watches as the action sends shudders fluttering through you. He thinks, as he diligently traces the contour of your body, that he wouldn’t be able to carve something so beautiful if he tried. You’ve exceeded even his wildest dreams, and your erotic reactions only have him more ensnared.

“So beautiful…” His words trail off, and he has to bring himself to center so he can check in with you, “What’s your color, my dear?”

“Green.” You nod, already yearning for more, “Keep going, please.”

Metallic brush strokes are etched along your skin as he admires you, and you subtly arch up into his metallic touch, feeling a distinct craving for more. As promised, he never breaks the skin, but you feel the pressure of the sharp blade amplify in intervals, as if testing just how much the flesh will give way beneath his blade. You shudder as the weapon makes its way above your hips once more, tickling your side with its piercing chill, sending cold sparks of titillation surging from the spot.

“You are truly exquisite.” He muses aloud, his voice taking on a faraway tone of awe. As the blade glides up your body once more, his other hand comes up to cradle your face, and he whispers his next words right in the middle upon your lips, “I mean that. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, my dear. I could stare at you forever, touch you endlessly, and still feel like I haven’t taken you in enough.” 

His knife stills for a moment at the base of your neck as he kisses you. Slowly, deeply, he pours all of his fondness into each kiss, taking your breath away in the process. The pointed press of his knife contrasts the soft caress of his hand against your face as he kisses you. You kiss him back, tilting your head to savor every bit of affection before he pulls back once more. Reverently, he mutters against your lips, his forehead resting against yours, “You’re a work of art, my dear, unlike anything the world has ever seen. A work of art that only I get to appreciate.” 

His flowery praise sweetens the sharp edge of pressure that just barely skirts the line of pain he presses into your skin, and it tantalizes you even more. You try your best not to squirm, for one move too sudden as the weapon will abrasively pierce your skin and draw blood. It’s the pensive stillness you have to maintain that makes this so thrilling for you, remaining still while your heart hammers away. You let him wield his blade as he pleases over your body while you lie beneath him, while you trust him to grant you pleasure in exchange for your pliance. To drive the point home, you let your hands rest above your head, a show of vulnerability that makes him visibly swoon.

With a cheeky grin, you invite him to, “Go ahead. Appreciate me to your heart’s content.”

He locks eyes with you, his gaze darkened with perverse lechery, and his next words come out as a moan against your lips, “With pleasure.”

You gasp sharply as the warmth of his mouth replaces the cold kiss of his knife, your breath hitching as you arch up against him. He retraces his steps over your torso with his weapon, only now, his mouth follows the invisible route that he draws. The edge of his blade acts as a graphite point that depicts your torso in its entirety, making an impression of your likeness with long, skilled strokes. He drags the blade across the top of your breast in a single sweeping motion, mirroring a single shade of an artists’ pencil. Your jaw drops this, a loud moan rising between the kiss-swollen pout of your lips, and his cock twitches at the sight of you succumbing to such a sensation. He repeats the action once, twice, three times more, until the skin grows tender beneath the sharp scrape. You all but cry out at this, pleasure pitching your voice and splintering the sound into shrill bits of sensual bliss. He can’t deny the rush of inflicting such pain and seeing you react with such delight, and the satisfaction makes his cock throb in the confines of his pants.

Moving the blade, he gently places a kiss right onto the tender patch of skin, right where your racing heart makes the skin quiver rhythmically. He feels your pulse against the swell of his lips, and it drives him wild with obsessive lust.

“What’s your color, my dear?” He kisses the spot once more, glancing up to gauge your reaction.

“Green, bright green.” You enthusiastically reply, an exuberant sense of joy overtaking you as you surrender to the sensations you feel. You slip further and further into a submissive headspace, and he guides you on your ascent into delirious ecstasy. It’s the way he calls you ‘my dear’ with such fervent ardor that keeps you tethered to this plane of reality.

The kisses and bites he leaves over the rest of your chest are less refined, emitting pure, warm passion that contrasts the frigid caress of his knife. As though shading a sketch, he fills in the portrait of you with heated sucks and sharp bites, coloring in the outline with marks and adding depth to the image. He revels in the fact that only he can suck and lick on your most sensitive spots, that you’re only allowing him to indulge in you so carnally, and that determination only sharpens his bites. He responds to your gasping moans for more, noting the spots he kisses that make your body jolt. He marks them with hickeys, both for reference, and to make you moan louder for him.

Your eyes slide shut as you sink into the euphoric ecstasy that overtakes you. The cold precision of his knife and the warm, unbridled passion you feel from every press of his mouth is a delectable contrast. A mess of lips and tongue and teeth follow every stroke of his knife, the blade remaining meticulously precise while the ministrations of his mouth grow more frantic. You moan unabashedly, not caring how loud or how lewd you sound. You know there’s no one in this entire arena but you and him, which gives you the freedom to sound as debauched as you feel. The rising pitch of your voice and the breathiness that takes over portrays the praise you can’t find the words to bestow upon him. 

You just can’t believe how good he’s making you feel, how perfectly he balances pleasure and pain to create a truly euphoric sense of ecstasy that surges through you in white hot flares. The ache of both become one within you and has your mind reeling with enraptured bliss. With his motions, he gives you that invigorating rush of excitement you so desperately craved, and right now, the adrenaline fueled arousal your feel is beyond anything you could’ve ever imagined. 

By now, you know you’re beyond soaked, your panties sticking to your folds as you take in everything he gives you. You can easily grab his hair and press his face in deeper, run your fingers through the silken strands of silver hair, but you refrain. You let him explore your body at his own pace, reveling in the pleasure and pain he grants you in return, loving the way he keeps you on edge. Besides, letting him exude power like this is beyond hot, especially as you take in the dark look of concentration that crosses his elegant face. You try to keep still so he doesn’t break the skin, truly you do, but the myriad of sensations makes you fidget. Your motions make his knife and sharp teeth press against your flesh more incessantly, the added pain only making you writhe and you love it. 

At long last, he moves down lower, making his way past your navel and down to the meeting of your thighs. Your legs fall open without being prompted, welcoming him between them. The only barrier to your core are the panties that remain on your hips. He lets his blade trace under the edge of the garment, right where it loops around your thigh, and you shudder expectantly, waiting for him to slice it off. But he doesn’t tear a single thread, not until he gets your express permission.

“Would you like me to cut these off?” He inquires, blinking up at you, tenderness seeping into his dark gaze.

“Please…” You all but whine, lifting your hips to the blade to show how much you need him, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Without another moment of preamble, he snips the side of your panties with a simple flick of his wrist. Impatiently, he tugs it down the rest of the way with his other hand, eager to gaze upon your centre once more. The sight of your pussy is just as wondrous as he remembers, perhaps even more so, his eyes widening as he’s instantly transfixed. He’s drawn closer until his lips latch onto your inner thighs in a series of avid kisses.

“Everything about you is just delicious, my dear.” He groans, pausing to kiss you between each phrase, “Your scent, the way your soft thighs feel around my face, that way this gorgeous pussy quivers for me, makes me wanna fucking devour you.”

With the lecherous hunger in his stare and way he muses about your scent, the hunter comparisons from before are even more apt. You spread your thighs wider as his lips move higher between them, as if slowly closing in on his query and sneaking in a few samplings before tasting what he’s claimed. As if to accentuate the ravenous need welling within him, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply right at the apex of your thighs, breathing in your arousal. 

“Fuck…” His brows hike up and he moans a shameless expletive upon his deep exhale, eyes fluttering at your scent. The lamp that lights the room beams on the high points of his face, highlighting the way his elegant features are etched with predatory intent. His lips curl back in almost a snarl as he takes in the sweet musk of your arousal once more. His hand grasps your hip to keep you close to his face as he breathes you in, as if oxygen can’t sustain him unless it’s been enriched with your arousal.

His tongue slides out to slowly lick between your lower lips, taking in the delicate folds of flesh within. You both let out a simultaneous groan as the wet muscle meets with your heated flesh, both savoring the satisfaction. He keeps his tongue strokes slow, graciously taking in the way your folds flare and give way under his probing tongue. He lingers at your clit with each lick, and pleasure radiates from the sensitive bud with every sweep of his tongue.

“You’re just as delicious as I remember, my dear. I can’t get enough of the way you taste.” You don’t know what affects you more; his words, or the growl-like grunt with which he expresses them. All you know is that he has your breath stilling and your heart hammering in your chest even faster than before. You didn’t think it was possible for him to entice you more, and yet here he is, ensnaring you with such vulgar adoration.

You’re reminded of the presence of the knife when you feel its cold edge against one of your thighs. He suspends you in contrasting sensation once more, the warmth of his mouth offsetting the chill of the blade. His other hand retains his grip on your hip, keeping you in place while giving you enough slack to squirm as you please. The press of the dagger is more than enough to motivate you to stay in place, for every time you arch up, the edge of the blade presses deeper against your flesh, and intensifies the pressure to border on pain.

That exhilarating combination of pleasure and pain overtakes your body and makes you mewl in delight. This time, pleasure far exceeds and overrides the pain, almost overwhelmingly so, and you love every moment of it. Pure erotic bliss emits from your core in spirals as he circles his flattened tongue over your clit. He caps off each spiral with an open mouthed kiss to your clit, sucking the bud between his lips before resuming the pattern once more. Every lick, every suck, every motion of his mouth, kindles a fire that melts away the icy press of his knife and sequesters it to the edge of your perception. All you want is to feel more of his pretty mouth pleasuring you in such exquisite ways, and you arch against the sharp side of his blade to claim more of that pleasure for yourself. You let your enjoyment be known, tossing your head back, shouts of his name mingling with cries of bliss. He takes in your responses with ravenous glee, loving the way your body reacts to him, and only him. The moans he draws from you only envigorate his desire, acting as a pour of kerosine over the intense flames of lascivious fervor that burn within.

The warmth of your thighs pulls him in deeper. The taste of your pussy intoxicates him. The way you chant the syllables of his name like they’re the only sounds you know has his cock aching with need. He indulges in you in the most intimate ways he knows how, tracing your folds and exploring your core with his tongue, yet he still craves more. Merely lying between your legs is not enough to satiate his craving. He wants to be completely entangled in you, totally inebriated by the sensual experience of pleasuring you. And that’s exactly what he sets out to do.

Tossing the knife aside, he tugs you towards him in one sharp motion and winds your legs around his neck. It falls to the floor in a clatter that neither of you hear, for your simultaneous moans drown out the sound. The action pulls your clit further between his puckering lips and presses your heated folds against his face. He groans in satisfaction as your thighs squeeze around him with every such on your clit. Your hips buck against his face, your pussy pressing against his nose, and he likes the way the motion restricts his breath in intervals. The pressure of your legs on his neck and the angle he has to maintain forms the most delectable strain just on the cusp of pain, and he loves it.

Intensifying everything for you both, his hands reach under you and lift your hips off the bed. He groans and clutches onto the curve of your ass, keeping your hips suspended above the mattress. Keeping his lips latched onto your clit, he all but smothers himself between your thighs, shaking his head back and forth as you wail in ecstasy. He keeps you firmly against his face, halting your every move to squirm away from the onslaught of pleasure. A growling groan rumbles deep in his throat as your juices seep from your entrance, and he dips his tongue down to lick up your arousal before going back to ravaging your clit. Your hands reach down to grab at his hair in frantic tugs, desperate to find purchase as you’re sent careening towards the edge of euphoria.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Xiaojun, please!” You warn him, and from the sound of it, you’re mere moments away from release.

“Cum for me, my dear.” He roughly commands, and your body obeys without a second thought. Eyes rolling back, you buck your hips against his mouth, screaming his name. You jolt with each intense surge of euphoria that wracks your body, fingers slipping through and grabbing at his hair to try and anchor yourself. He stares you down as he works you through it, letting you fuck his mouth to ride out your high. There’s nothing more erotically alluring than the sight of you reaching your peak, than the feeling of you pulsating against him as your release flows onto his tongue wet rushes of heat, and he’ll be damned if anyone else but him gets to experience such a mind blowing marvel. This, is all for him to enjoy.

You fall back onto the bed, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. Your eyes fall shut, as the effort to keep them open is too great at the moment. Your every nerve is alight, illuminated by the opalescent afterglow of your orgasm. You’re hyper aware of the quilted texture of the blanket you lay upon, but otherwise, the rest of the room fades from perception as you lie there, the expansion and contraction of your lungs ragged at best. 

It’s the distinct sound of his laughter that grabs your attention. Deep chuckles of smug satisfaction scintillate your senses, fortelling deviant intent and drawing your attention back to center, back to him. You open your eyes and you’re instantly faced with the most bewitchingly wicked grin you’ve ever seen, and your breath is promptly expelled from your lungs at the sight.

“You can’t possibly be tired already, my dear. We’ve barely begun.” His sadistic taunt coincides with the gentle rub of his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves, which quivers against the pad of his finger. You choke out a whine, hips twisting under his touch, overwhelmed by the stimulation.

He lifts his head just enough for you to see the dominant lust that clouds his visage, “That’s right, my dear, we’re just getting started. You said I could do whatever I want with you, and I intend to make you cum until my face is dripping with your essence. Then, when you don’t know whether to beg for mercy or beg for more, I’m gonna fuck you until we’re both seeing stars.”

And even though you just came, your pussy clenches around nothing, feeling the craving for more stir within you.

“What’s your color, my dear?” He checks in again, and you’re touched that even in his lust ridden state, his attentive care for you shines through.

“Green.” You reply, already anticipating what he has in store.

He pulls you against him once more, right into two of his fingers. You whimper as he breaches you effortlessly, fingers curled to fit to the contour of your core. Barely giving you a moment’s reprieve, he tugs your hips down to meet the thrusts of his digits, fucking you with his fingers right into the bed. You let him undulate your hips as he sees fit, relenting to the way he rocks your body. Enraptured with ecstasy, you let out a litany of whines and breathy curses as he massages your inner walls, his fingertips brushing against each tender spot he locates. He sinks his fingers in as deep as he can, massaging one of your innermost sweet spots and making pleasure emanate from your core in a bright beam of bliss. Knowing you’re beyond overwhelmed by this point, he takes it up a notch, and circles your pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue. He laughs to himself when you squeal as predicted.

Smiling as you helplessly whine, he urges you on, “That’s it my dear, give in to me. Fuck, you’re doing so well.”

His praise intensifies the light of passion that glows within you, endeared abashment beaming on the surface of your cheeks in the form of incandescent heat. 

“So good for me, my dear, so good.” He continues with a kiss to your clit, moving his fingers faster and laving his tongue over the bud, “You’re absolutely perfect.”

A two pitched whine pushes past your lips as you relish in his fond compliments, his every word increasing the pleasure ten fold and sending you spinning. You reach out to grab onto his wrist, anchoring yourself with the corded thread of his hoodie sleeve. Your parted lips feel empty, longing to feel something, anything against them, longing to feel him even more.

“Please,” You breathlessly plead, tears brimming in your eyes, “Please, kiss me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, sitting up and capturing your lips in a series of kisses that sear to your core. Your orgasm builds much quicker than before, and it doesn’t take much before you’re teetering on the edge once again. You moan against his lips, and the louder and breathier your moans, the faster he goes, determined to make you come undone in a matter of moments. Just to add to the frenzied fray of erotic enjoyment, his mouth makes its way back down to your neck, kissing and biting the spots he mapped out before. Your eyes squeeze shut and you whimper at the subtle pricks of pain from his quick nips. Coupled with the subtle sweeps of pleasure from his thumb on your clit, you’re left to desperately wriggle in his grasp as you take everything he gives you. The slick wetness of his fingers slipping in and out of your pussy fills the room, though the sound pales in comparison to the ragged whines that tumble from your lips. He revels in your sounds, greedy to hear more, and he tells you as such, “That’s it my dear, keep moaning for me. Keep whining for me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel."

He presses his fingers against your most tender spot, and your resounding cry is music to his ears, a gorgeous melody that entrances him like a siren’s call. Your screams of ecstasy are far more enticing than the screams of agony he elicits from his victims, and if these are the only sounds he’s permitted to hear for the rest of his existence, he’d be more than content. Bestowing pleasure and pain upon you in tandem, making your heart race with euphoric bliss, is easily the greatest thrill he’s ever experienced. His cock throbs between his legs as he takes you in, the way your back bows beautifully, the way your thighs shudder and shake, the way your body spasms in his grasp, the way your arousal flows onto his fingers like the nectar of the most delicate flower. More than anything, he loves that he is the one who draws out such gorgeous sounds. He is the one making your beautiful body react this way. He is the one making you feel this good. No one else gets to have you like this, and that rush of possessive lust has him muffling groans into the crook of your neck.

All mine. He growls within his mind, biting you harder than before, sinking his teeth in with enough pressure to surely leave a prominent mark.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, the sharp pain inducing an even more intense rush of bliss than before. Your body convulses, your core clenching around him in fluttering pulses, sucking him in as you desperately ride out your high. The scorch of sensuous delight is almost too much to bear, and you scream uncontrollably as you’re ensnared in an earth shattering rush of rapture. You grab onto him, clutching his arm as if you’ll slip away if you let him go for even a moment. He stays attached to you, his lips latched onto your neck and kissing you all the while. His fingers never stop moving within you, not until the first signs of your slowing breath. His kisses soften as you come down, mirroring the way that overwhelming heat dissolves into a more subtle warmth. 

You expect to be exhausted when your orgasm fades, but instead, you feel invigorated. You roll your hips to feel his fingers that are still buried within you, but you crave the feeling of something bigger. You want his cock. You want him. 

“Please, Xiaojun, I need you to fuck me.” You beg before he has the chance to utter a word, overcome with the urge to feel him stretching you out.

“You need me baby?” His voice lilts playfully as he props himself up on his forearm, slowly removing his fingers from your core. You whine at the loss, but you’re quickly transfixed by the sight of him lifting his fingers to his lips and sucking off your release.

A trail of saliva and slick essence connects his fingers to his mouth as he pulls them back, making the lewd smirk that lifts his lips look even more salacious. Lifting your hips, you move the heavy blanket aside and lay on the linen sheets underneath, not taking your eyes off of the erotic display of revelry for even a moment. He runs his tongue over his lower lip to lick up the last of your release before he teases you, fingertips toying with the zipper of his hoodie, “How bad do you need me? How bad do you need my cock?”

“I don’t think I can wait another moment if I tried.” You shamelessly admit, replacing his fingers with your own to show him just as much you yearn for him. You make quick work of his hoodie, dragging the metal fastening down in one smooth motion. He lets you undo the garment, allowing you to slide it off his shoulders. The gray cloak is tossed aside, and once he lifts his arms to let you slip it off, his shirt soon follows. He lets you undress him, baring himself to you without question. The fleeting touch of your fingertips across his skin arouses him even more, making him even more eager to be inside you. Impatiently, he undoes his jeans and slides them off, the denim rustling noisily as he kicks them off. One smooth toss later, and his jeans and underwear are across the room, and you drool at the sight of his bare body.

If you were stunned when his face was first revealed to you, that’s nothing compared to the astonishment you feel at seeing him naked for the first time. From his toned arms, to his defined pecs, to the delicately carved definition of his abs, his body is a sculpted vision of lithe athleticism. He’s even more magnificent than you could’ve ever imagined, and you find yourself stunned to stillness, barely aware of the rise and fall of your own breath. Your eyes follow the motion of his hand as he wraps it around his cock. He strokes himself as he moves onto his knees, right between your parted legs. You all but drool at the sight, saliva pooling on your tongue the longer you watch his hand slide up and down the turgid flesh you long to feel from within.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” He teases, gently coaxing you from your reverie. 

“I see something I love.” You emphatically assert, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you. He lets you smoothly ease him down as you lay on your back, arranging him on top of you. You lift the loose sheet up over his back, tucking it onto his shoulders, cloaking you both in a curtain of surprisingly soft linen. With the placement of the thin cover over you both, a tender air of passion settles within the confines of the linen sheet, your motions hurried but not as frenzied as you intertwine your bodies. You reach down with the intent to stroke his length and prepare him to enter you, only to be stopped by a shake of his head.

“I’m ready for you.” He insists, fully slotting himself between your legs, “I need you, now.”

In the next moment, the head of his cock presses against your pussy, and already the heated contact has you both needy for more. He presses forward, and your slick folds easily give way as your entrance flares open for him, welcoming him into your innermost intimate space. He takes his time easing himself in to the hilt, and you spread your legs wider to luxuriate in the slick stretch of him sheathing himself completely in you. He only halts when the toned plane of his abdomen meets with your clit, and braces his hands on either side of your head, grounding himself before he gets lost in the all encompassing heat of your pussy.

Looking up at him, you’re amazed by just how beautiful he looks right now. His hair falls over his face, curtaining his regal visage with tresses of frosted silver. You’ve told him before he looks like royalty, and you stand by that assessment wholeheartedly, especially now that you notice the way the lean perfection of his body merges with his pretty face. You still have no idea how someone as charming as him ended up in such a desolate realm, but you’re beyond thankful that you crossed paths. Likewise, he gazes at you with such wonderment, his hand slides onto the curve of your face on its own accord, just compelled to cradle such beauty. He can’t get enough of caressing you, admiring you, taking in your gorgeous allure. Stillness settles over you both, marking your suspension in the stretch of silence between a siren’s blaring. You’re both still in disbelief that you get to have each other like this, but you do. You have him, and he has you, and no one else gets to enjoy the connection you’ve seized for yourselves.

When he moves, he keeps his motions slight, which gives you both the chance to take in the pleasure of your intimate attachment while maintaining the serenity you share. With every languid thrust, you feel every inch of his cock, every vein and ridge and swelling throb, feeling how you stretch to take him in. He slowly sinks into the wet heat of your core, over and over at a leisurely pace, savoring the way you squeeze around him.

“How?” He rasps in astonishment, “Do you feel so fucking good everytime?”

His awe struck observation has you clamping down, clutching onto his cock with a vice-like snare. He lets you suck him in, thrusting according to the whims of your pussy as your walls ripple and draw him in over and over again. As far as he’s concerned, he’s had his moment of control for the night. Now it’s time for him to succumb to show his devotion to you.

He holds you like you’re precious, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you in his embrace. He presses his chest to yours like he’s trying to merge your bodies together as one. He thrusts between your legs like he’s offering himself to you, slowly rolling his hips according to the undulation of your own. He matches the pace you don’t realize you set, picking up where the lurching lift of your hips leaves off, breathing out moan after wanton moan as he enjoys the pleasure of your pussy. You likewise bask in the pleasure he gives you, your back arching and lifting off the bed to meet with his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer, feeling the smooth sheet slide over the back of your hands. By the time you can’t possibly press together any further, you’re entangled so closely that you can feel each other’s racing hearts against your chests. His heart beats for you, and yours beats for him, pumping at the same rapid pace together.

“I missed this.” Xiaojun breathes out against your collarbone, bestowing a kiss upon the spot a moment later, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I missed you so much.” Your words come out amidst a breathy exhale, your fingers lacing together on the back of his neck.

“I missed being inside you, pleasing you from within, feeling the way you give into me.” He whispers his words as if letting you in on a clandestine secret, one that he only means for you to hear. 

You divulge an impassioned confession in return, “And I missed feeling you inside of me. I think about it every moment we’re apart, just wishing for the chance to feel you again.”

“You don’t have to wish anymore, sweetheart.” He says with the emphatic assertion of a vow, angling his hips to seek your sweet spot with his cock, “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

With your arms wrapped around your neck, your legs winding around his waist, your inner walls rippling around his dick, he’s completely enveloped in you. There’s nowhere he’d rather be than in this moment with you, and there’s no one you’d rather be entangled with so intimately. He’s yours, all yours, and you squeeze tighter around him, refusing to let him go. You’re the only he’ll ever claim like this, the only one he’ll ever fuck so passionately, the only one he’ll ever feel this devoted to. A rush of possessive passion overtakes you, surging through your fingertips and strengthening your grasp on him. Your nails run crescent pinpricks right onto his back, dragging short scratches over his skin, making him moan out in bliss for you.

“Oh fuck, keep doing that baby. Keep doing that!” He keens, arching up against the pain with a whine, “Fuck that feels so good.”

Scratching along his back, you keep drawing blunt lines of pain along the taunt skin. You claw your way down along the edge of his shoulder blade and he all but mewls in bliss, bucking his hips more erratically. He fucks you faster in response to the stimulation, losing himself to the excitement you encite in him. You match the pace he doesn’t realize he sets, frantically chasing pleasure with him.

The bed steadily rocks with your simultaneous motions, lulling you both into a state of amorous bliss. You remain silent, save for your shared moans of pleasure, for your bodies do all of the talking you need. With his deep thrusts, he shows you the depths of his fealty to you, and you arch up to meet his motions to show him you feel the same. With the way you squeeze your thighs around the curve of his waist, you convey your craving to remain connected to him, and not relent your hold. With his winding grasp on your body, he shows you just how much he’s yearned for you in the time you’ve been apart, conveying a mutual desire to simply be with you. The intensity in his gaze tells of his commitment to enjoy the time you can spend together now. And with your tender touch upon the curve of his gorgeous face, tell him you see him for who he is, for what he is, and you adore him unconditionally. He shows you he appreciates your acceptance with affectionate kisses upon your lips, softer than all the other ones you’ve shared tonight.

You give yourself to him, as he gives himself to you, both of you becoming one between the sheets. He enjoys the pain you scratch onto his back and the pleasure of your pussy, and you in turn revel in the way the head of his cock rubs against your tender spots with consistent precision. The bed creaks more audibly as your pace quickens, making impact with the wall, signaling your impending release. You feel him throb, he feels you clench, and you both know you’re reaching your peaks.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” You speak for the first time in some time, your throat straining with the effort to form words.

“Me too, sweetheart.” He huffs, speaking just as much of an arduous task for him, though he still manages to plead for you to, “Cum on me. Cum on my cock. Mark me as yours.”

And that primal plea is what sends you right over the edge. Though you reach your end one right after the other, with you finding release just before him, the shouts of each other’s names sound off at the same time. Your eyes remain locked the entire time, even as you feel the warmth of his release flood your core, even as he feels the staccato flutter of you clenching around him, even as toe curling bliss completely overtakes you both. 

He falls limply on top of you as you both come down, his head resting between your breasts upon your heaving chest. Your scratching relents, and you instead let your fingertips rest upon his back. His eyes slide shut as he just savors how you feel, the soft warmth of your boobs and the wet heat of your core just entrancing him to no end. You in turn savor the soft kisses he scatters over your breasts, up to your collarbones, tilting your head back to grant him access to your neck. His mouth roves along the column of your throat, slower this time, soothing the aching lovebites he left before with the soft warmth of his lips.

He pauses peppering kisses along your neck to ask, “Are you ok, sweetheart? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“There’s a sore spot right here on my chest.” You inform him, motioning to the spot on your chest he scraped with his dagger, “But no broken skin. Honestly I think my nails on your back did more damage than your knife.”

He lifts his head and nods, kissing your forehead, “Let me see if I can find something for that.”

He slowly withdraws from your core, reluctantly extracting himself from your embrace. You instantly feel the empty imprint of where his cock used to be, already wishing you could feel him once more. He stands and rummages through the dresser drawers by the wall, diligently searching for something he can use. As he does, you shamelessly let your eyes rove over his backside, enjoying this new view of this beautiful man you’ve come to feel so much for. Your gaze maps out the broadness of his shoulders, the cinched curve of his waist, the definition of his legs, the supple curve of his ass--

“Oh perfect!” His shoulders straighten, and he appears to have lucked out on a discovery.

Your gaze is diverted to a small bottle that lands softly by your feet. Curiously, you glance down at what he’s found. The lettering tells you the bottle contains aloe gel, and before you have the chance to ask what he means to do with it, he makes his way back to your side. You don’t even think before leaning on him, your chin automatically tucking onto his shoulder.

“Looks like whoever lived here was just as kinky as we are. Either that, or they had very nice skin.” He chuckles, taking the bottle in his hand and flipping the cap open.

“Baby, what would you have done if that wasn’t there?” You voice your curiosity with a soft murmur in his ear.

“I would’ve dashed from house to house until I found some,” He turns his head to tell you, adding with a lift of his shoulders, “Or something similar.” 

“And how did you know what to look for?” You ponder aloud, brows furrowing in consideration.

“I know what I’m doing with a blade, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have used it on you otherwise, not unless I knew how to take care of you.” He refers to the weapon with which he made countless kills, and yet he wouldn’t have let it grace your skin if he didn’t have the utmost confidence in his skill, completely certain he wouldn’t bring you any true harm. The sentiment makes your face warm pleasantly, and you settle more into his side.

At your silence, he continues to explain, “That’s why I made sure the blade was clean first. I wasn’t going to get some poor soul’s blood all over your beautiful skin.”

“Can we even get infections?” You wonder aloud, “I know we can be hurt, but I haven’t been in a trial long enough for a wound to fester.”

Xiaojun frowns at the notion of you being that injured, “I don’t care to find out, especially not when it comes to you. I wouldn’t risk it.”

Squeezing some of the clear gel onto his fingers, he begins tending to the tender flesh he graced with his knife. The gel is cold upon first contact, making your breath stutter, and he halts immediately. Only after you nod does he continue to spread the gel over your chest and down to your torso. The refreshing coolness seeps through your skin and soothes the muscle beneath, loosening every ache and every bit of tension in your body. It would seem that his skills with his hands extend to more than just using a blade, or pleasuring you. With his gentle touch, he shows you that his elegant hands are capable of great comfort as well. His slender fingers rub the gel into your skin with comforting precion before his palm follows suit, applying delicate bits of pressure. He makes sure his every touch feels good and doesn’t cause a hint of discomfort, and you feel cherished by his attentive care. You’re able to fully relax under his touch as he repeats the reverent touches he laid out with his blade earlier that night. This time, fills in the portrait of you not with pain, not with pleasure, but with cooling comfort that has your eyes sliding shut in content.

He takes extra time rubbing the gel onto the sore spot on your chest, as if holding your heart in his hand. His touch is even more gentle as his palm roves over the spot, taking his time dissolving the heat of soreness and replacing it with cool relief. With this action, he says so much through wordless means. The latent message of his touch is that he will always be here to soothe you, that you can trust him with your heart as well as your body. You hear his unspoken implications loud and clear, face burning as you register his implicit message.

“How does that feel sweetheart?” He asks, his words free of the dominant edge from before, a soft sense of fastidious thoughtfulness taking its place.

“Feels really good.” You tell him with a smile, letting yourself sink into the bed.

“Good.” He nods, an elated smile making its way to his face, “I always want to make you feel good.”

And he does, for the coolness of the gel creates a new kind of euphoria, one where you can let yourself go and luxuriate in serenity. A layer of aloe is rubbed into your thigh, up onto your hips, and over the planes of your belly. Every spot that was once graced with the icy edge of his blade is coated in aloe, and the refreshing scent of the gel relaxes you more. When he makes his way to your breasts, fondles the soft mounds of flesh in smooth circles, and the cool gel over your nipples is warmed in the next moment by a fond sweep of his thumb.

“Do you think I can use the blade next time?” You wonder aloud, letting your passing rumination slip through your lips.

His hands halt for a moment, his cock stirs at the prospect, and he hums in agreement, “I’d be more than happy to show you how it’s done.”

Once he’s finished applying gel to your skin, you sit up, taking the bottle from his hand. Curiously, he eyes you, “What are you doing, baby?”

“Turn around.” You instruct, and he immediately obeys, turning his back to you. There, you see the raised lines of red drawn with your nails, scarlet trails of stimulation scratched onto his skin. You squeeze some of the gel onto your fingers and slowly smear it over the marks you see, keeping your motions gentle to mirror the way he touched you. He tilts his head back with a muted moan, already relieved by your touch. Ever so gently, you press the gel into his skin, allowing it to seep into the muscle beneath the surface. A fervent warmth rises to the apples of his cheek, touched that the care he extended to you is being reciprocated so sincerely. Slowly but surely, you cover his entire back in a clear layer of gel, feeling the way the knots in the corded muscle unravel beneath your fingertips.

“When was the last time you’ve had a massage? Do you remember?” You comment playfully, noting just how much tension you release all along the top of his shoulders.

“We don’t exactly get the chance to relax between trials. There’s no time to relax.” He jests, his soft laugh turning into a faltering sigh when your thumbs rub circles into the base of his neck, “Oh, right there. Right there, that feels good.”

You ruminate on his words with a contemplative hum, “That’s a shame. You should be able to unwind. It’s hard work feeding The Entity time and time again.”

“Well, lucky for me, I have the perfect form of respite sitting behind me.” He counters, looking over his shoulder and locking eyes with you, “And she’s really pretty too.” 

You huff out a laugh, a giddy sense of glee bubbling up within you. Even simple compliments uttered with his melodic voice fill you with exuberant joy. The sight of your happiness inspires joy in him as well, and he can’t stop the smile from lifting his lips. He leans over, kissing you softly, smiling against your grin. You easily return the affection, giggling into the soft kisses.

Once you’ve finished massaging him into relaxation, you lay beside each other like you were always meant to share a bed. Your place on the mattress is nearest to the bedside table, and he slips beside you on the side facing the door. His arm winds around your waist, and you shuffle closer to him, laying right on the defined muscle of his pec. You close your eyes as you take in the soft thump of his heart within his chest, feeling it’s fluttering tempo against your cheek. An air of almost idle domesticity settles over you both, and you wonder if you’d manage to find your way into his arms even outside of beyond the bounds of The Fog. Would you still have met, had you both not been trapped together in this realm? You find yourself wondering what a room you share with him would look like. You certainly wouldn’t pick this hideously dingy wallpaper, that much is certain.

“So,” He pipes up, his fingertips meandering over the curve of your hip, “Does The Campfire call, or can you stay with me for a while longer?”

It’s then that you realize you haven’t spared a second thought to The Campfire, or your obligation to move to the next trial. You’ve just been content to stay with him, as if you can remain with him in idle bliss without consequence. The game was forgotten, little more than a distant memory, until he reminded you of your shared circumstance. Despite this, you feel no sense of dread. No disappointing revelation dampens your elevated mood. The Campfire call, while present, is muted enough to be ignored for now, as his embrace gives you all the warmth you need. His mind has also strayed away from the incessant repetition of deadly trials. He can’t even guess as to where his mask ended up, and right now, he doesn't care to. Right now, hiding himself is the last thing on his mind.

“I’m not going anywhere, not for some time at least.” You assure him, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

“I’m glad. I like having you all to myself.” His grin widens, highlighting the rosy tint that dyes his cheekbones with mirth. If you look hard enough, you can see faint wrinkles that crinkle on the corners of his eyes, and the sight endears you to no end.

“I like it too.” You hum your assent with a grin of your own, “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

“You won’t have to.” He pulls you closer into his side as he assures you that, “You have me, completely.”

Your kisses resume and never seem to cease from that point on. Even as you kiss him and enjoy the palpable press of his lips, you’re still appalled that in this hellscape, you managed to snag something as precious as your bond with him. You ruminate on just how much you’ve come to feel for him in such a short time, and how much he’s come to feel for you. You thought your affair with him would be nothing more than a lustful fling, but everything from tonight tells you this goes far beyond passion of the flesh. You’ve truly come to adore him, as he’s come to adore you, and the shared sentiment warms your heart to no end. You snuggle closer to this beautiful man, honored that he’s chosen to bare himself to you, and make you his as you’ve made him yours. You never thought your obsession with him would extend beyond perverse lust, and yet here you lie in his arms, with your heart fluttering with the amorous prospect of romance. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Way V as your saesangs

Kun (charm) 🎀

He was literally the perfect man, he lacked nothing. He would get the apartment next to yours and would watch you, studying your likes and dislikes so that he could charm you when the opportunity arises.

He had meticulously planned his interactions with you. He knew everything about you. Each time you "coincidentally" met you would like him a little bit more. Slowly you would start to fall for him, he was after all the man of your.

You stood at the end of the isle on your wedding day thanking your stars for bringing both of you together. Little did you know what was in store for you.

Ten (artist)💝

He discovered you on accident while searching for references and was absolutely enamored by you and your performance skills. He would spend hours on end watching your performances. You would inspire his art.

He would making paintings upon paintings of you. Until one day, watching you through the screen wasn't enough. He started to get frustrated, his painting no longer were appealing to him. He needed to see you, he needed to feel you. You were his muse.

Yangyang (gamer)💓

You were the new model for his favorite game. He didn't pay too much attention to it.

But sometimes unknown to him he would catch himself humming the tune of your song that you did as a collab for the game or randomly making in game purchases of your collab items. Soon that escalated into buying all the merch of the game collab.

Soon it also became albums then photocards then anything and everything related to you.

It had become a game for him at this point,  finding things  that were related to You,  soon he managed to collect it all.

Now the last piece of the puzzle. It was you.

Xiaojun (secret admirer) 🎀

He would always admire you from afar.

He would always make sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to get caught and ruin his little fantasy.

He would always be there admiring you from afar no matter where you were or what you were doing he was always there.

He would occasionally slip little love notes that you would find in random places most of them were rather innocent telling you that you were pretty or giving you cute compliments or confessing his love for you. Others were more disturbing asking you to stay away from people

he didn't approve of. If you didn't then those people would disappear and never be found again.

Hendry (Handsome) 💖

You happened to coincidently meet him on your way to your favorite cafe and both of you hit it off. You found out that both of you had a lot in common and shared a lot of the same interests and hobbies. Both of you talked for hours at the cafe and ended up exchanging numbers because of how well both of you hit it off.

You both continued to talk to each other and occasionally even meet up to hang out. You were enamored by his handsomeness and charm. It seemed like he knew you for ages even though it had only been a couple of months since you both met. You even eventually agreed to date him.

But you didn't know that it would be the worst mistake of your life.

He knew you would say yes. You had to because he had been planning this very moment for years and finally everything went according to plan.

He was an obsessed fan that spent years gathering information about you.

Your likes and dislikes, your friends, your family,  your hobbies everything and anything about you to extreme detail. He knew everything about you and you running into him wasn't an accident he planned everything and you conveniently fell into the trap he laid.

Winwin (guilt) 💕

With his handsome yet cute charm he would make you fall for him easily. It was only after did you know he wasn't entirely what he seemed to be. At first you thought his little jealous antics were cute. Soon the calls increased you found him randomly at places and when you questioned it he would brush it off as him  checking up on you.

Each time you would bring up the topic of ending your relationship he would guilt trip you telling you that you were being ungrateful after everything he had done for you.

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Soleil’s fic recs

EXO:

Yixing- king! “The Lotus king and his jade” @sweetjekyll

Kyungsoo- hogwarts! “Spellbound” @whimsical-ness

Sehun- X-EXO! “GREED” @/quokkacore

Sehun -(X-EXO) “LIBERALITY” @quokkacore

Baekhyun - idols! “The rumors were true” @eomayas

Kyungsoo - yandere! “I love you, I love you, I love you.” (Made by me!)

STRAYKIDS - [separate link]

Chan/ Felix - polyamory! Hogwarts! “Detention” @dreamescapeswriting

Felix - demon slayer! “If you tell me about myself” @skazoo

Felix - enemies to lovers! “Strawberry kisses” @softsan

Felix - dick joke centered! CEO! “Penis heart” @staysuki

Felix - Agent! Scientist! “A normal Thursday” @abiaswreck

Hyunjin - mafia! “Ice” @healinghyunjin

Hyunjin - mafia! “Not a stranger” @straywrds

OT8 - ABO! “No control” @cherryeol04

Hyunjin - Hanahaki! (With a good ending) “forget me not” @hhjs

Bangchan - Indian performer! Idol! “Butterfly wings” @straykidshoe

Lee know - siren! “Call of the siren” @tasteleeknow

Lee know - hogwarts! “Green flames” @streetlight11

Jeongin - android! “Alive” @rainy-bangbeom

Felix - royalty! Best friends! “Fairy flowers” @hyunsvngs

Felix - bodyguard! “Your bodyguard, Felix” @skzdarlings

Jisung - ghostface! “It’s a scream baby!” @tyunphoria

Felix - dating show! “TOO HOT TO HANDLE” @seospicybin

Felix - prince! “Forgive me for what I haven’t done” @rachalixie

NCT:

OT23 - yandere! Cult! “Connect” @mymoodwriting

WAYV:

OT7 - yandere! “Awaken” @/mymoodwriting

TEN - vampire!Hunter! “Blood wars” @things-we-cant-say

LUCAS - hybrid! “Please don’t bite me” @/quokkacore

NCT127:

NCT127 - yandere! Aliens! “Who is sticker?” @/mymoodwriting

Taeyong/ Yuta - Angels! Devils! Yandere! “Watching over you” @whiteteadreams

Jaehyun - Dog hybrid! “Competitive spirit” @flowerboykun

OT9 - vampires! Witches! “Black magic” @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

Jaehyun - hogwarts! “Head over brooms” @sehunniepotwrites

NCT DREAM:

Mark - supernatural! “grit your f*ckin’ teeth” @irtza

Haechan - yandere! “Inseparable” @mint-yoongi

Jaemin - athlete! “on the rebound” @lunena

Jaemin - “Crazy in love” @mayaflowerxs

Renjun - classmates! “Blondes are done with fun” @rrxnjun

00’ line + Mark - arcana! “Arcane” @neonacity

Haechan - hockey player! “Ice ice baby” @cozyjae

Haechan - uni! “Learning languages” @tonicandjins

NCT TOKYO:

Sungchan - superhero! “Through the webs” @yutafrita

ENHYPHEN:

ENHYPHEN - scenario! “How they’re protective over you” @foresdxw

NI-KI - scenario! Idols! “Cookies - shattered glass” @ilovehimyourhonor

JAY - bad boy! Good girl! Dancer! “Opposites attract” @dazed-hee

NI-KI spiderman! “Spider-Man loves you” @misoxhappy

TXT:

Beomgyu- hybrid! “Until it hurts a little less” @horanghoe

Beomgyu - fae! “Dasies” @thru-the-grapevine

Soobin - AI! “Artificial love” @bb-eilish

Beomgyu- Spider-Man! “Not your average boyfriend” @slytherinshua

Yeonjun- fox hybrid! “Silly fox baby” @seowhorebin

BTS:

Taehyung - Android! “A human touch” @snackhobi

SHINee:

KEY - A/B/O! “Out of love” @mymoodwriting

THE BOYZ

OT11 - android! “The boyz become human” @tbznewberry

#fic recs #yandere nct #nct u #NCT #nct x y/n #nct x reader #Exo #yandere kpop #exo baekhyun #yandere nct dream #enhypen x reader #shinee x reader #BTS #bts jimin #bts taehyung #wayv smut #wayv kun #nct 127 #txt #txt x reader #beomgyu #taehyun x reader #mark x reader #Yuta x reader #taeyong #Taeyong x reader #Lucas Wong x reader #TEN x reader #Kun x reader #haechan x reader

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Super Junior

Yandere! D&E x Male Reader (separate)

Meet the Kims - Siwon x Ryeowook

Nightmare - Eunhyuk x Donghae

Happy Birthday! (A very horrible poem) by Choi Siwon

Ocs

Bonnie and Cindy - Yandere Trans Femme Oc (Iona) x Ayano Aishi

Avery-James (Secret Agent Oc) Profile

Iona (Trans Femme Yandere Oc) Profile

Mel (MI11 Leader) Profile

Neo, Chaoren, and Blaise Profiles

NCT

Yandere! Supervillain Mark x Male Reader

Yandere! Incubus Jeno x Male Reader

ATEEZ

Yandere! Trans/Intersex Hongjoong (featuring Yeonjun)

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

Yandere! Trans/Intersex Designer Yeonjun (featuring Hongjoong)

SOLOISTS

yandere Anti hero Lucas Wong x Force Jirachapong

K/THAI DRAMAS

Yandere! Vampire Phayu x Yandere! Werwolf Rain

Yandere! PhayaTharn x Male Oc Headcannon

EXO

Yandere! Kai x ???

TVXQ

"Pathetic..." Max Changmin x Male Oc (Neo)

SHINEE

Nothing yet

HEADCANNONS

My Yandere Charcters reacting to some of the shit you guys write

What would happen if all of my Yandere characters met?

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[yutanology]

Mark watched your jaw lightly clench when you chew on the gum he shared you. How your tongue help you stick out the gum before you blow it into a bubble until it was at it's limit of being stretched.

Pop!

You pulled back the gum inside your mouth using both your tongue and lips. Your lips glistened with the saliva you left on them. For some reason, Mark felt like biting them. At how lost he was at the breathtaking sight of you, he didn't even notice how he chew on his own gum as if on slow motion and he no longer was paying attention to his surroundings.

You turned another page of the book placed in between your arms plopped on the bed. Feeling someone's heavy gaze on you, you turned your head to look at Mark.

His hooded eyes looked at you with such intense look and you tilted your head in confusion. "Mark?" you called but he remained still, his chocolate brown eyes never left yours. You felt your cheeks heating up.

Was there something on my face?

As you were about to reach out for your phone, his hand was faster to make you look back at him. Your lips that were parted in surprise were suddenly trapped in between Mark's. "Mmph!" Your wide eyes stared at his closed ones.

When he released you and your mouth opened to catch your breath, he kissed you again and slipped in his tongue. This repeated for more than a minute. Wet kissing sounds filled his room. Before he lets go of you again, he bit on your lower lip then ran his wet muscle over it.

He then let you breathe properly. Satisfied at how he made you look like a mess with just a kiss from him. "W-what was that all about?" you asked, looking away to hide your flushed face. Then you noticed, your gum was no longer in your mouth.

"Mark, did you—" you glance at him. Seeing him chewing his gum loudly with a smug smile, you didn't bother asking anymore.

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Sugar Daddy NCT U) 9k, assault, verbal assault, physical assault, slut-shaming, public humiliation, bullying, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, blowjob, handjob, creampie, gang bang, breeding, pregnancy scare, forced pregnancy, non-con, kidnapping, yandere, bad ending, blatant disregard for womens reproductive rights

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

    This wasn’t the first time you had answered the phone in such a manner. Screaming into the little speaker, hoping to blow out the eardrum of the annoying caller, and then hanging up. It was a very frustrating ordeal.

“Damn girl, what’s your problem?”

“It’s nothing, Mina. Just trying to get my point across.”

“Is someone bothering you?”

“Bingo.”

“Then why haven’t you blocked their number?”

“Oh I have, but obviously they still know mine. So whenever I get a call from a random number, I answer by screaming.”

“And how long have you been doing that for?”

“Uh… a little over a week now.”

“Seriously? And they still haven’t gotten the message?”

“Nope.”

“You know, what if those calls are important?”

“I don’t have any jobs or internships or anything that I’m waiting to hear back on, so it’s highly unlikely that’s the case.”

“Maybe you should change your number.”

“That would mean spending money I don’t have.”

“Really? Says the girl who has paid her tuition in full and doesn’t owe a penny in student debt. All because of some mystery job she won’t tell me about or share!”

“Well, you know me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

    You and Mina were close friends, having met here at Uni your freshman year and sticking together through it all. Now you were at the start of your final semester, ready for one last ride before starting a new chapter of your life. Of course the campus was jammed back as new students were moving in, and freshmen were trying to navigate this new place and find their classes. It was a really beautiful day too, and you had yet to start any of your classes, so you were in a pretty good mood. You knew you probably wouldn’t feel the same by the end of the day, but it was best to make the most of it now. That is until you were suddenly yanked back, and came face to face with someone you really didn’t want to see.

“You’re such a fucken bitch.”

    Jeno’s words dripped with venom. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was also the last person you wanted to see right now.

“What the hell are you doing here!”

“Why aren’t you answering our calls?”

“Oh, I am answering. I just don’t wanna hear what you have to say!”

“That’s not solely for you to decide!”

“Yes, it is. If I want to end things, I can, and I have.”

“Without a proper explanation? You’re kidding, right?”

“Does it sound like I am?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Leave. Before I call security.”

“We are not leaving until we talk.”

“We?”

    You heard it then, the terribly familiar sound of a car engine, two car engines to be specific. You looked over and saw the vehicles pulling up, two gentlemen exiting each one, and making their way over to you. In the moment you attempted to run off, but Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them.

“There she is.” Ten teased. “Where ya been hiding love?”

“Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you! Any of you!”

“Yeah, we got your text. Now explain yourself.”

“What’s there to explain? I’m breaking up with you, period.”

“See that’s the thing.” Johnny grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. “Where did that silly idea come from?”

“My head. Or is that too hard to comprehend.”

“Easy now, princess. You’re begging for punishment if you keep acting like this.”

“I’m not playing any games here.” You pulled away from Johnny. “We’re done, now leave.”

“That’s hardly an explanation.” Jaehyun hissed. “Do the last four years mean nothing to you?”

“Are you really all that dumb? Our relationship was just an exchange of goods and services, nothing more.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve told you all about my dreams and aspirations for the future before. When did I ever include you in them?”

Yuta scoffed. “So you really just whored yourself out to us for four years so we could pay your tuition? And now that it’s all been paid off, you’re done with us?”

“Bingo. Maybe you’re not that stupid.”

“This was all just a fucken game to you?” Jeno yelled. “Four years?! A fucken game!”

“Not like you ever made a serious move, did you now? Any of you for that matter. So don’t come bitching to me about a broken heart or broken promises. It’s not my fault you caught feelings when I wasn’t sending you any fucken signals.”

“Yeah? What about all the nights out? The dinners, the trips, the clothes and accessories?”

“Dinners, and trips, you invited me out on. I never asked to go anywhere. As for the clothes and other stuff, that’s all at your place, isn’t it? I never kept any of the fancy expensive stuff you got me, did I? Nor did I ask for anything. I owe you nothing. You got what you paid for, more than that actually, but I’m fine leaving things as they are.”

    Your words had certainly stunned them into silence. And you also meant everything you said. It was certainly fun to be with them, to get a little slice of that kinda life, even if it was just for a while. You knew it wouldn’t last though, and that’s the mentality you kept, the one that kept you from falling for them. They were just rich guys wanting someone to mess around with, and now that their no-strings attached fuck buddy had left them, they were panicking. You said your peace, having to spell it all out for them. It was good to get it off your chest though, and with that you’d make you exit. Or at least that was the idea.

    As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand grab your arm and yank you back with enough force to drop you to the ground. You couldn’t get back up as they surrounded you. By then your whole argument had been noticed and a crowd of students and faculty had gathered around. Having this conversation out in the open was already embarrassing, and all the attention was making it worse. Although they were about to increase that exponentially.

“Whore.” Jaehyun spat. “Any money spent on you was clearly a waste. The only way you could think about getting through uni was to spread your legs. I bet you slept around with your professors too.”

“Excuse me!”

“Do you even have any brains?” Yuta questioned. “Or are you just playing pretend so you can wear a cap and gown, and show off some piece of paper.”

“Fucken-”

    You tried to get up but Jeno got his foot on your chest, pinning you down. You struggled to get him off, but he was putting all his weight on you. When your eyes met him you could see he was still pissed, and if possible, he was way more enraged now.

“You found someone else to spread your legs for, didn’t you!” Jeno yelled. “Whoring yourself out for whoever can benefit you the most!”

“Get off of me!”

“Why? Don’t you like having men on top of you?” Johnny kicked dirt at you. “Fucken slut.”

“Ya!”

“Just do what you do best.”

    Yuta and Ten started yanking your legs apart, and you kicked and screamed at them. Although you stopped when Jeno put more weight on you and you struggled to breath. You were clawing at his leg, but he was relentless.

“What’s going on here!”

    Two officers from campus security approached and all the boys stepped back. Jeno moved away and you took in a deep breath, sitting up and coughing a bit.

“We’re leaving.” Ten smiled. “No need for an escort.”

“Hold on now, you can’t-”

“Just let them go.” You spoke. “I’m not gonna make a big deal out of this.”

    The officers didn’t do anything more, and so the boys walked off. Soon enough you heard those damn engines again, but you didn’t dare look over at them. For a moment after they were gone everything remained quiet and still, and then Mina came over to help you stand, the crowds starting to disperse.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Remember when I told you I got a sugar daddy…”

“Yeah, daddy, as in one, not five! Also, I didn’t believe you.”

“Well I wasn’t lying.”

“Clearly. And you couldn’t share any of them?”

“They’re not exactly easy to deal with.”

“Is that why you’d always ditch me? Disappear on weekends? Why we couldn’t ever really share a meal together? You were off with them.”

“Yeah…”

“You really are stupid.”

“Ya!”

“Girl, when did you ever have time for yourself? Or anyone else in your life who was actually important? Here I thought you were just so focused on studying and busy working to pay off your tuition. I wasn’t wrong on the latter, but still.”

“Are you... mad at me?”

“No, not really. Just processing out loud... you did tell me about this, somewhat, I just didn’t think you were for real.”

“I know. If you had told me the same thing I wouldn’t have believed you either.”

“But you’re really done with them now?”

“Yup. I didn’t think they’d throw such a fit though.”

“A fit? I’d call that harassment, and assault. Shouldn’t you press charges?”

“There’s no point. They’d get good lawyers, and it’d just be a waste of my time. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, so I’ll let it go.”

“Fine, but you are getting a new number after class. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

    That morning certainly killed the mood, but you went about your day trying to make the best of it. Of course your chest hurt pretty bad, but nothing some quick pain killers couldn’t deal with. Like you had promised, after all your classes, you and Mina went to change your number. Then you went about the grueling task of messaging friends and family to let them know you had a new number.

“Shall we go out for ice cream? You know, since you’re free now.”

“I could use something sweet.”

    You knew there would still be issues. If they made such a big show at your campus, who knows what else would happen if you met out on the streets. With that in mind you didn’t go anywhere off campus alone, and you didn’t visit any of their favorite places or usual hangouts. You thought you had it figured out, but there was something you couldn’t avoid. Everyone else.

    Word spread fast about that day. About how a girl got harassed by five guys, and all the slurs and insults that they threw her way. A few days later everyone seemed to know your name, and had an idea of the type of person you were. When you went to class all the others would purposely sit away from you, only Mina ever sat next to you. Then there were the whispers and chuckles. Every time you raised your hand to ask a question there was always some comment about you sleeping around with the professor. Regardless of who it was. It was frustrating, but you just pushed through. Although Mina certainly wanted to pick a fight with everyone.

“Just let it go.”

“How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m not, but it’ll die down eventually. As long as I don’t engage with them I won’t add fuel to the fire. So don’t pay them any attention.”

“They are slut-shaming you and saying all kinds of shit.”

“And I just have to make it through this semester. After that I can move forward and really build my life. I’m not gonna let some idiots who have nothing better to do ruin that. Besides, I’m sure they’re all just jealous I could actually get a Sugar Daddy, and five at that.”

“You’re not wrong there. Those people don’t just throw money at anyone.”

“I appreciate you ready to fight for me, but this ain’t worth it.”

Mina sighed. “Fine, but if you ever wanna start swinging, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

🖤

    You were right, in part. The teasing did die down, and you could go about your life like normal, but there were still a handful of dicks who found things funny. And one ballsy little fucker who decided to go a step further. As one of your classes ended, and you were gathering your things, another of your peers accidentally spilled their drink all over you.

“Oh shit, my bad. You must be used to getting soaked though.”

    That bastard and his friends snickered to themselves. You knew everyone got the joke, some chuckling too, but of course no one was gonna say anything or take your side. So you just did your best to clean your face, and then whipped around to look at your attacker. Of course it was a boy and his friends, although he got quiet now that you were staring at him dead on.

“Your mistake, right?”

“Yeah. I can be clumsy, you know.”

“Right. So then just pay up and we can call it even.”

“Huh?”

“You said it was your mistake. So pay for it.” You held out your hand. “I think a hundred dollars should cover my hair and clothes.”

“A hundred dollars? You play around with some rich boys and now you think you’re worth all that?”

“So you’re not gonna pay me?”

“Fuck that.”

“Fine then, but we are gonna call it even.”

“What?”

    Without missing a beat you swung at him and clocked him right in the face. He fell back onto his friends, and you noticed a bit of blood from his nose.

“My mistake. I guess we’re even now.”

“You bitch!”

    Not once in your academic career have you ever wound up in the principal’s office, this was the student dean’s office, so not the same but still. You had no problems with words, but things getting physical was crossing a line, and you weren’t going to sit still. You were still drying off as you sat in the dean’s office, listening to that jerk go off about how you were a monster and whatever. You weren’t going to apologize until he did, but that was definitely not gonna happen when his parents walked in. You couldn’t believe he actually called for help like this, and now they were demanding your expulsion. That someone violent like you shouldn’t be at such a place.

“Are you kidding? Are you even looking at me? Your son started this, and couldn’t apologize or pay up for his mistake!”

“A mistake isn’t met with physical violence!”

“He started it!”

“Please, everyone calm down.” The dean spoke. “We can resolve this without yelling.”

“I want that girl expelled.”

“That seems a little too-”

“Do you know how much we give to this school so-”

    The conversation stopped short as the door opened. You couldn’t imagine who else would join this conversation. When you looked back your eyes went wide, and you stood up.

“Sit down, baby.” Johnny said. “We’ll get you cleaned up later.”

“How-”

“Who the hell are you gentlemen?!”

“Y/n’s sponsors.” Jaehyun smiled. “We heard there was a commotion involving her, and by the state she is in, I’m not very happy. What is being done to remedy this?”

“She hasn’t apologized for hitting my son!”

“Has he apologized for his actions?”

“Exactly who are you to be making such demands?”

“Ah, right. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. These are my friends, Nakamoto Yuta, Johnny Suh, Lee-”

“I know those names…”

“Good. Then apologize before you’re buried.”

“Excu-”

“Or shall this be resolved outside this room?” Ten smiled. “I have no problem doing it that way too. I might actually prefer it.”

    You didn’t care much for an apology, you got to punch the fucker in the face, but getting one was the cherry on top. You didn’t apologize either and the situation was left at that. Now that you had a moment you wanted to go clean up, and the boys wound up dragging you into a gender neutral bathroom. Johnny locked the door, and leaned against it, guaranteeing privacy. You were ready to start screaming and fighting but Yuta turned the sink on, getting the water warm and grabbing paper towels. They weren’t saying anything, and you could silently be grateful for that. You washed up your hair, using the hand dryer to dry it off as best you could. Jeno gave you his jacket afterwards since your shirt was still dirty.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?”

“We owe you an apology.” Yuta said. “For everything.”

“Go on then.”

“We’re sorry we attacked you the way we did that day.” Jeno began. “We were out of line and completely in the wrong for that.”

“Assholes. You know this is all your fault right? Everyone keeps calling me names because of you! And this was the first time someone dared to take it a step further.”

“We never meant-”

“Then what did you think was gonna happen when you screamed out that I was a whore in the middle of campus?”

“…”

“Good try, I guess.”

“You were right.” Ten admitted. “Four years is a lot of time, and yet throughout it all you never made a move to suggest you wanted anything more from us than attention and money. We never did anything to give you the impression that we wanted more from you either. I’m sure if we had, you would have said something sooner. So you were right, we had no reason to act the way we did. We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and you broke it off so suddenly. Our judgment became clouded, and we let rage overtake us when we should have been better. We can’t simply undo what we did, but we are sincerely sorry for our actions.”

“Hm… was it really that hard to take a moment and reflect?”

“Yeah…” Jaehyun added. “We’ve had such good times together, it was hard to believe you’d just leave us like that… but why was it so sudden? Why didn’t you just talk to us?”

“I… I wasn’t entirely sure how… we weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend… and it’s not like we had agreed to anything specifically when we started this whole… thing… all I could think of was a break up text… I also didn’t think you’d explode at me the way you did… I mean, I always thought you had girls lined up that you played with or whatever… I didn’t think you’d care that much…”

“Well, as you can see… we care a lot…”

“Yeah… how did you even know I was in trouble?”

“We might have… been paying someone in the administrative office to keep tabs on you for us…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Johnny commented. “We’ve practically been with you throughout your whole academic career. You’re a good student, so we never imagined you’d get into any kind of trouble, but just to be safe. It worked out for us in the end. We’ve been wanting to talk to you, to apologize, we just didn’t really know how to approach you.”

“I see.”

“Which brings us to our other point. Do you think we can do this properly?”

“Do what?”

“We understand that you don’t see us in your future, but can we at least end things on a good note? We’ve been with you for four years now… we were all kinda hoping to see you graduate you know…”

“What exactly are you suggesting here?”

“One last dinner… one last trip…” Yuta mumbled. “That kinda stuff… let us see this to the end. We can just be another part of your Uni days and nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“Can you at least give us that kinda closure?”

    You weren’t really sure how you felt about all this. You had already cut them out of your life, but they were clearly still hanging on. At least they had apologized, and did help you back there in the dean’s office. Truth was the way you handled things wasn’t all that great either. You had been worried that if you just talked to them they’d find some way to convince you to stick around, but that really wasn’t your life plan. Now they understood that, so maybe things could end differently. You also didn’t want to part ways with them on a bad note.

“Just until graduation?”

“We really wanna see you with that cap and gown.” Jeno admitted. “You’ll look so gorgeous.”

“Alright, we can somewhat continue as we were, but after my graduation, we’re done. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Can we take you out to lunch then?” Ten asked. “Since you’re done with classes for the day.”

“You know my schedule too?”

“We were trying to figure out a way to talk to you…”

“Fine, let me just go change clothes first. I’ll meet you at my usual pick up spot?”

“That works for us.”

🖤

    It had been a while since you last hung out with the boys, so there was a bit of awkwardness. At least this was just lunch to ease back into things. They took you to one of their usual spots, getting a private room and ordering your favorites.

“So, you really just clocked him in the face, huh?”

“He could have paid up. I wasn’t going to let him do that without consequence.”

“Good on you.” Yuta cheered. “Although tryna get you kicked out, that’s ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe he called his parents. Such a momma’s boy.”

“Says the sugar baby.”

“I didn’t call you to come save my ass.”

“Ah, so you agree.” Johnny teased. “We did save you?”

“Well… I wasn’t entirely sure how I was gonna deal with that just yet…”

“We saved you. It’s okay to admit that.”

“You guys just wanna brag to my face.” 

“Is that so wrong?” Jeno teased. “Maybe you can shut me up with a reward.”

“You think you deserve a reward?”

“Don’t I?”

“Hm… what did you have in mind?”

“I have been missing you a lot.”

“Really? You? Or is it someone else?”

“Huh?”

    Jeno had been at your side, and he was leaning in close asking for his reward. Now that you were teasing him back you leaned in too. You placed a hand between his legs, slowly moving it closer to his crotch. After breaking the ice, it was kinda easy to slip back into old dynamics. Besides, maybe you had missed something about them too.

“Oh… you want a reward out of this too, huh?”

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“Easy now.” Jaehyun pulled you away from Jeno. “We’re just having lunch today, baby. Besides, are you still taking the pills?”

You sighed. “I stopped taking them when we parted ways.”

“Then we should probably get you back on them before we start playing. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“We still have some.” Ten offered. “They should work just fine, right?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. I’ll throw in a pregnancy test or two, just to be safe.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, you took a break from the pill, just a precaution.”

“Fair.”

    Things weren’t exactly like before. They were more respectful of your time. Before they’d always be calling, wanting every moment of free time you had. They’d pick you up Friday night from school, keep you to themselves all weekend most of the time. You only ever got a pass during exam time, and when you had the guts to ask for a break. Usually you didn’t, not wanting to upset them and possibly lose out on your tuition money. It was exhausting, but it was all for a better life. At least that’s what you told yourself. This time around they were more like friends, checking in on you, and asking how you were doing.

    They definitely wanted to see you, but on your own terms. So occasionally you’d go out for lunch, maybe dinner, but nothing too extravagant, as you knew they were gonna go all out for the last trip and dinner. At least with these little outings they always brought you back to campus unlike before where you’d spent the night with them until Sunday afternoon. Things were better this way, kinda making you wish the last four years had been like this too. Although you were actually surprised when they brought up the last trip.

“Spring break?”

“Yeah. Let’s have a blast and unwind before you give it your all for graduation.”

“Uh… well… the thing is…”

“You don’t like it?” Johnny questioned.

“I had already made plans with my friends for spring break… and I thought you’d want to go out on a trip like after my finals…”

“Ah, right. You didn’t intend for us to still be in your life by now.”

“Then how about we split it.” Yuta suggested. “First half of your break, you hang out with your friends. For the second half, we get you all to ourselves.”

“Hm… switch it.”

“Huh?”

“You get the first half, my friends get the second half.”

“How come?”

“Cause you guys can switch your plans around easily, my friends can’t.”

“Fair. So we’ll pick you up Monday morning?” Jeno asked. “Or can we come get you Friday night?”

“Oh, wanna kick things off early?” 

“If you can handle it.”

“Sure. I’ll pack some things after my class.”

“Can’t wait.”

    Even if you were acting cool, you were excited for this trip. They always treated you so well, spoiled you like a princess. This wasn’t gonna be any different. They had been modest so far, but now was their chance to do things like back then. They picked you up in a party bus, starting off strong with drinks, and congratulating you on your midterm exams. Of course karaoke and good food followed, and you were out celebrating until early hours of the morning. Somehow you all made it back to the penthouse sweet. You had a few more drinks before you made it to bed, half dressed with the boys piled around you.

    The morning was a hangover times six, although some of them had it worse than you. Thankfully breakfast was brought up, and hangover cures, so you just had to get up and put food in your mouth. When that failed Johnny was more than happy to feed you, the one of the bunch that could really handle their liquor.  You also needed to get yourself together. The party had only just begun, not to mention all the plans you had with your friends later on in the week. For now though, you just needed to make it through breakfast.

“Had a little too much?”

“I’m good…”

“Your face says otherwise.”

“What’s it telling you?”

“You wanna throw up?”

“I don’t want a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Then some ice cream to help soothe your throat.”

“Ice cream for breakfast?” Jaehyun questioned. “Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“This week is all about bad ideas.”

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked. “More drinks?”

“We want you sober for all the memories we are gonna make. So no more drinks, is that okay?”

“Just fine.”

“Good. We were thinking of some tourist attractions, and some trips to the museums.”

“Jellyfish!”

“Yes. The aquarium is on the list.”

“Awesome!”

    Once you were all better you headed out, taking a limo into town. You had a chance to relax now that you were on break, and really take it all in. This was one of the last times you’d be around here, planning to go home after graduation. The whole day honestly made you feel like a child, indulging in everything you wanted to do or eat. To many you looked like a little sister with her brothers, or maybe just a lucky girl with her friends, but either way, you were glad you didn’t attract any negative attention. Some did recognize the boys, but that never became a problem, so you had nothing to worry about.

    You got to have lunch in the aquarium, watching all the fishes swim, almost feeling like you were in the water with them. The penguins were great too, and the jellyfish, and dolphins. You totally walked out with two or three plushies. For dinner this time you returned to the hotel, having some quality food, but as said before no drinking. Jeno and Yuta still felt the need to embarrass you and make a toast to your health and success in school. They even had a dessert brought out with a candle to once again congratulate you on surviving midterms. Although once back in the suite you better understood why there was a drinking ban.

    As soon as you set foot in the penthouse Johnny picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bedroom. He saw you down and laid you back, his hand caressing your cheek. You could feel one of the others getting your shoes off, and you knew where this was going. It had been a while, but you had been waiting for this. Besides all the attention and money, there was another benefit to having five sugar daddies. No one could ever take care of you the way you did. Johnny leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands reaching down to your shirt, although you stopped him.

“I don’t think you asked permission.”

“I’m not asking tonight, baby.”

“No?”

“You have any idea how bad you’ve been?”

“Me?”

“Breaking up with us.” Jeno hissed into your ear. “Hiding away and trying to leave.”

“I thought we-”

“Sh, unless you wanna cause more trouble.”

“Tonight you’re gonna give us everything we are owed.” Yuta added. “So you better take it all with a smile on your face.”

    Suddenly Johnny had your hands pinned above your head as Jeno pulled up your shirt. He reached over to unhook your bra and push it up, exposing your breasts. He kneaded them for a moment and you bit your lip. His hands were cold, but he knew how you liked his touch. Then you felt hands getting you out of your skirt. The second your panties were exposed there was a hand grabbing your crotch.

“It did always hurt that you never invited us back to your dorm.” Ten commented. “Didn’t want you getting exposed to your roommate?”

“She knew… about our arrangement… sort of…”

“I didn’t say you could speak, baby.” Ten slapped your inner thigh. “Bad girl.”

    You bit your lip, instinctively trying to close your legs but Ten pulled them apart. The boys stripped you out of your clothes, leaving your panties on for the time being. Jaehyun had taken to holding down your arms as Johnny started kissing down your chest, Ten’s hand squeezing your thighs. Yuta and Jeno were already shedding articles of clothing, getting you all the more excited.

“You’ve been a good girl and taking the pills we gave you, right?” Jaehyun asked, and you nodded. “Good. So we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”

    For as long as you had been with them, you had always taken the pill. They didn’t always take you raw, but it was better to be safe than sorry. You were also glad they didn’t play around with that kinda thing, wanting to be safe with you even if they were gonna fill you up to the brim with their seed. Tonight was going to be no different, you figured they’d be desperate to do so. Even if they wanted to tease, they couldn’t help themselves for too long. Soon enough you were all naked, and you were getting attacked with kisses from all angles.

“Who’s first?”

“The eldest.”

    They still cared to make sure you were nice and wet, Johnny stretching you out a good way before giving you everything. It had been so long for you too, abstaining from sex to focus on your studies. You also hadn’t slept with anyone else but them for four years, and weren’t entirely sure how to get laid anymore. Even if it hurt at first, your body was quick to remember this familiar stretch, and feeling. Johnny hadn’t forgotten your body though, doing everything just right, doing it just how you liked it. Not to mention the others knew what to do while waiting their turn. Playing with your tits, stealing kisses, rubbing your clit, using your hands or mouth to warm up. You were gonna wear yourself out long before them, and they really loved when you became putty in their hands.

    Even with all the distractions you couldn’t ignore Johnny as he was the one pounding into you. He was always so rough and precise with his movements, hitting your sweet spot just right. Of course you had been getting yourself off in your dorm, but nothing could compare to one of them taking you over to the edge. You could tell when Johnny got close, he got sloppy and so desperate, trying to hold out to make it all last, but spilling inside you was just as rewarding. The warm feeling between your legs was already making you head spin, but you knew Johnny lost a bit of his touch if he didn’t get you off. He wanted another go, but Jaehyun was already shoving him out of the way.

    His turn was spent and Jaehyun would take pride in finishing you off. He had no problem slipping into the mess that was becoming of your cunt, eager to add to the mix. Of course Johnny wanted to give you a taste too, having you use your tongue to clean him up. If you had taken him all at once you probably would have choked as Jaehyun was giving you everything. He was making it very obvious he had a lot of pent up frustrations he was taking out on you. If he made you feel this good, you wouldn’t mind him holding off more often. Although he wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction of making you cum either as Jeno started playing with your clit, pushing you over to the edge before Jaehyun was even close.

    You squeezed Jaehyun tight, feeling as you were leaking out cum, your head thrown back as your mouth hung open in bliss. You vaguely heard Jaehyun scolding the other boy for taking what was his, but it wasn’t so bad if he got to fuck you while you were so sensitive. He moved with your climax, trying to keep you riding that high for as long as you could, but as you started to come down he got relentless. You couldn’t help but whimper, but that wasn’t gonna make him go any easy. In his own desperation he got close, unable to hold back before cumming inside you, making you overflow.

“Such a messy slut, taking two cocks so well.”

“Let’s make it three.”

    Jeno wanted to go next, but Ten kicked him off. He stuck two fingers into your mess, swearing cum on your belly, and then sticking the digits in your mouth.

“How’s that taste?”

    He swirled his fingers around before pulling them out with a pop. He could be real mean, playing with you when he wasn’t even filling you up. Your whimpers were adorable to him, especially when you got needy enough to start shaking your hips. Now you were begging, and he was happy to give you what you wanted.

“Whore.”

    Hearing those words outside the bedroom certainly wasn’t fun, but in the bedroom, even if it was said with the same level of vileness, you’d happily accept it. Four years, the same five dicks, you were certainly a whore for them. Ten was certainly on the more elegant side, working you over along with him, knowing how to get you on his level so you’d both climax together. Even being a little out of practice with your body, he could still play you like an instrument. He always held your hands when he had his way with you, wanting more than just your cunt to squeeze him tight, he wanted to feel the rest of your body shake. You’ve left him with marks before, and he’d happily welcome them now.

“At a girl, still know who owns you.”

    You swear you saw white when he made you cum, drool slipping down your face. It was only your second orgasm, but you knew they could get more out of you. As many as they pleased. There was a safe word in place, but in all the years you had known them, you never used it. They seemed to know your limits as well as you did. Before you could even properly come down Jeno was already kissing at your chest, sucking on your nipples as he edged himself inside. The noise that was heard as he pushed aside everyone else’s seed to get in, an all too familiar sound you did quite enjoy to hear.

“You’re already so full, baby, can you take more?”

“Yes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

    These sheets were gonna need to be thrown out when you were all done. You were already creating such a mess, and it wasn’t much compared to other nights. At least not yet. Jeno was practically digging into you, pushing in as cum came out. They had all had their turns before, being first or last or in the middle, so they wouldn’t complain about what stage they got to you. There were five of them after all, so they had to be good about sharing. Jeno was eager to make you unwind, so he gave you plenty of attention elsewhere. Twirling around your clit with his fingers, seeing it get red and swollen, another hand on your hip, keeping you from escaping him. He did it well enough you came first, already so sensitive, and he soon followed.

    You felt so fucken full you swear you were gonna burst, but you were just out of practice. Yuta peppered you with kisses, telling you how well you were doing. His fingers dipped into your sloppy cunt, having you get a taste of it. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you after, but they didn’t just play around with you. They had each other after all. You were already so overstimulated and lost, Yuta was kind enough to give you a little break before taking what was rightfully his. He had no problem playing around with your cunt for a while before dipping into the mess. He fit in nicely, having a pretty good idea how to keep you happy despite your state. He was ruthless, just as frustrated as Jaehyun, taking it all out on you and sparking you back to life. You really missed them.

    Now either the orgasm or Yuta made you pass out, but either way, you blacked out for a while. When you came to you were lying on the floor with your legs up in the air, clearly having fallen off to the side of the bed. Although Jeno was happily sleeping on your tummy, sighing dreamily and clearly cozy. You giggled at the sight. Sometimes you really did forget they were all close to your age, and yet living such different lives. You let Jeno stay for a while before you realized this position was very uncomfortable. You poked Jeno’s face to make him open his eyes.

“Why didn’t you pick me up? Do you think this is comfortable?”

“You looked cute, almost like you were drunk.”

“But I’m not.”

“Well, maybe not drunk off alcohol.” Jeno giggled and got up. “We were all out of it.”

“Obviously.”

    You got up, sitting down properly, well aware that you were leaking cum all over the floor, but that wasn’t for you to worry about now. Some of the others were lying in bed, and you crawled up to join them, pressing lazy kisses to exposed skin. This was all a little break for everyone. The night was still young, and even if you were four orgasms in, it was just one for each of them. They were greedy, and would certainly get what they wanted out of you, whether you were conscious or not. Waking up with a cock inside you wasn’t new, but certainly something you could picture for a night like this.

🖤

    You didn’t actually wake up properly until the afternoon. After that you knew the next day would be nothing but a lazy day. Somehow you managed to get up and get into the shower, knowing you needed a deep clean. Although you dozed off until Yuta found you sitting in the tub. He had the energy to join you and help clean you up, which you were grateful for. You returned the favor as well, the two of you the first to eat lunch from room service, waiting around for the others. When you were well enough you stepped out of the penthouse so they could clean up, heading to a park to enjoy the weather and sun. 

    The rest of your little trip was like that. You had some more fun at night, but not too much. Besides, you’d be going off with your friends, and you didn’t need to be completely worn out. Overall it was a good trip, a good last trip, one you knew you’d never forget. When the time came they dropped you off back at Uni, wishing you well with your friends, asking you to let them know if you needed anything. You thanked them for the adventure, glad you could still have all that. It felt more authentic given that this was really you going out with them as friends, not getting paid for your company.

    Of course at some point your friends had to ask about your little trip. Anyone who knew you now knew about your sugar daddies, so there was no point lying about it. You spilled what you were comfortable with, and just enjoyed your time with them. You couldn’t believe this was your last spring break, but you were so happy to have them with you. It was hard to fall asleep Sunday night, knowing what awaited you the next day, but you had enough good memories to get you through the door. So come Monday morning, you weren’t actually dead as you got to class, unlike most of your peers.

    The professors weren’t all going to be kind, so it was back to work like before. This was the final stretch for you, focus and study hard, and you’d be graduating. A part of you couldn’t actually believe it, but you had to, you couldn’t fuck this up. So you put a lot off to the side, including the boys. You still texted them, but you couldn’t do any mini dates, and they were very understanding. Even if you were the one working your butt off, they were just as nervous and as excited as you were. Although all that focus distracted you from something that was just as important.

“Holy shit, I’m late.”

“What?”

“I was due like last week. Fuck.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

“That’s not foolproof.”

“Fair. Are you sure it isn’t stress though? I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a period or two cause of classes.”

“I don’t think I have before…”

“Well you are gonna graduate in a month. That is if you pass your finals.”

“Don’t fucken jynx it!”

“I’m just saying. You’ve probably never been stressed like this before. Athletes wind up not having a period for months cause of the stress they’re under.”

“I’m not a professional athlete.”

“Then go buy a pregnancy test and see if one of your sugar daddies is gonna be a father.”

“I wouldn’t fucken tell them. We’ve always been careful.”

“Then it’s just the stress. Problem solved. Also, don’t you have class soon?”

“Fuck. I do. I’ll get a pregnancy test later.”

“Cool, see you later.”

    You really didn’t think you’d be pregnant. You were careful, for the last four years, and you were very sexually active. Mina had a point though, you were under a lot of stress with graduation, but you had to be sure. Thankfully instead of buying one you remember the boys had given you some when they got you the pills. After classes you returned and used one of the tests, relieved to see it came out negative. So it really was just stress, and you were quite amazed it could do that to your body. Regardless, that was one less thing to worry about.

    To a degree you did feel bad you couldn’t see the boys after spring break, it had been quite a trip considering it was the last, but your academics were important. They wished you luck with finals, and you were ready for the last major exams of your life. You waited anxiously for the results, overjoyed that you had passed, and you were going to graduate. You had to celebrate, doing so with your friends. It was only once things wound down that you called the boys wanting to share the news.

“So, how did it go?”

“I passed… I’m graduating!”

“I knew you could do it.” Jeno cheered. “Our baby is so smart.”

“We’ve got to celebrate.” Johnny added. “Shall we pick you up?”

“I’ve already been partying, and I’m kinda spent. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Nah, it’s okay, you should rest. Don’t drink so much, okay.”

“I haven’t had a drink, can’t risk becoming a drunk mess before I take the stage.”

“Can we take you shopping!” Yuta asked. “Get you a nice dress for graduation?”

“I’d love that actually. Perhaps the one thing you guys can get me that I’ll keep.”

“If we don’t rip it off you.”

“True. Tomorrow then, shopping day.”

“We can’t wait.”

    Shopping wasn’t something to make a big deal out of, but how could you all not be excited. You’d be walking across the stage in the outfit you bought today, it had to be perfect. Not to mention the five guys buying it might wanna destroy it later, so you had to get good pictures first.

“We were thinking, after the ceremony, we’d take you out to dinner.”

“The last dinner.”

“Of course.” Ten smiled. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah. It seems like a fitting end for us.”

“You better not cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Hm, guess we’ll see about that.”

    The big day brought on a lot of nerves, you could barely sleep the night before. Although when the sun was up, you and Mina were already getting dolled up, and she loved your outfit.

“You look hot.”

“Thanks.”

“So you really can’t come with me for dinner.”

“I already promised the boys. It’s the last one. Besides, I wanna see what kind of graduation present they get me.”

“Oh, they’ll probably give you a lot of money. Maybe a house.”

“That’d be awesome.”

“You better tell me immediately.”

“I’m sure I won’t be able to keep it a secret from you, so don’t worry.”

    Even if you looked stunning, it was mostly hidden by the gown. Still, you looked incredible and you couldn’t believe you had made it to the end. When you headed to the ceremony you looked around taking it all in. Even if you wanted your family there, you knew things had come up so they couldn’t attend. It’s why you were so happy to see the boys, knowing they were there for you. Although they did embarrass you a bit, Jeno and Yuta having a big congratulations sign, the others swinging around noise makers. Of course it dragged to wait for your name, but when it was your turn up on the stage you had the biggest smile, finding the boys in the crowd to show off too.

    You had tears in your eyes, so happy that all your efforts hadn’t been in vain. The boys had made their way over to you, embracing you in their arms, congratulating you over and over again. They said your tears were cute, but they were very proud of you. They even had flowers and a graduation bear as a present for you. They wanted pictures too, so you did your best to get rid of the tears and fix your makeup. After celebrating with your other friends and seeing the ceremony to the end you headed off to eat. You weren’t really hungry from all the adrenaline, but it was your last meal with the guys, and a very important one at that.

“You looked so beautiful up there.” Johnny complimented. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you could be there.”

“Us too.”

“So, what did you get me?”

“After you eat.” Ten said. “So be a good girl and have your fill.”

“I’ll burn a hole in your wallet tonight. Just watch.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

    There was something so peaceful about this meal, and exciting. They all asked about your plans going forward, what you wanted to do. Of course this was where you’d part ways, but you knew there was always a chance you’d run into each other again. Despite all the good things, you couldn’t help but wonder what your present was. After dessert they finally presented you with a little box. Now your heart was racing. It could be a key to a car or house, or maybe a card to a bank account they had made you. Still, you thanked them all and opened the box. Your smile faltered as you stared at the contents, dumbfounded.

“It’s… it’s a pregnancy test…”

“Surprise!”

“I… I don’t understand…”

“Well, you always talked about your future.” Jaehyun explained. “And how we weren’t a part of that. It really hurt, but you were right. So we figured we should include ourselves in your future.”

“I’m not… following…”

“You’re late, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I took a pregnancy test already. It came out negative. The stress-”

“The one I gave you was fake.” Ten said. “It’s meant to come out negative.”

“What… what are you…”

“The best way to become a part of your future is for you to have our kid.” Yuta stated. “Of course we’re probably not gonna know which of us is the biological father, unless you had like quintuplets, but we can raise it together.”

“What…”

“Of course we’ll cover all the expenses.” Johnny assured. “So you don’t have to worry about food, or a roof over your head, nothing. We’re gonna be a big happy family now.”

“You’re… you’re lying… you… I’m on the pill!”

“Those were also fake.” Jeno added. “A placebo thing, right? Like sugar.”

“You planned this!”

“How else were we gonna be part of your future?”

“Truth is we always imagined a future with you.” Ten admitted. “After about a year, we realized how great you were, how perfect you were for us. So when you suddenly broke it off, we couldn’t believe it, but you were also right. We never really let you know we wanted you, so that’s on us, but we’ve rectified that now.”

“You’re fucken lying!” You stood up. “You did not get me fucken pregnant!”

“Shall we go confirm that?”

    You were furious, and you hated that they were throwing this idea out so casually. You took the pregnancy test and stormed off to the bathroom. They had rented out the whole restaurant, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else. You nervously used the test, scared to look at the results, but they were clear as day.

“Positive…”

“Congratulations!!!”

    The boys had followed you to the bathroom, cheering and letting off confetti poppers. You stayed frozen in shock, trying to process this.

“It’s wrong… the test…”

“You can try again.” Jaehyun threw more pregnancy tests on the floor. “Better to use more than one anyway.”

“You… you…”

“Even if there wasn’t a baby inside you right now.” Yuta explained. “We’d have plenty of time to impregnate you now that you’ve graduated.”

“No… no you’re all fucken nuts…”

    You threw the test in the trash and intended to leave, only for Johnny to grab your arm, holding you back. Jeno was all over your belly, grabbing it and making baby noises.

“Easy now, baby. Now that you’re carrying our kid, we gotta take special care of you.”

“I am not having this baby!”

“That’s not up for debate.”

“It’s my body! And you fucken-”

“You think you can just play with us for four years?!” Jaehyun grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Four years, baby doll. That’s a lot of time to fall in love with a beautiful body and the girl that inhabits it. We weren’t playing, and we’re not gonna let you either. Your future is ours.”

“Fuck you! I didn’t consent to this! I’m not-” Jaehyun’s grip got tighter. “Let go…”

“You gotta be careful baby, don’t want you hurting yourself or the kid. We have a nice place picked out where we can look after you.”

“Let go!”

“Listen closely, darling.” Ten had Jaehyun let you go, stepping before you. “If anything happens to that baby, you are going to pay dearly for it. And don’t get any silly ideas in your head, you’re still young and very fertile, we have no problem tying you up and breeding you every night if something happens. So be a good girl, and smile, you’re gonna be a mother.”

“You’re crazy!”

“And you’re very hormonal, must be the baby. We should get you home.”

“No, no! Fucken let me go!”

“I can’t wait for the pregnant waddle.” Jeno cheered. “You’re gonna get so big!”

“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or girl.” Yuta said. “Maybe there’s more than one in there!”

“That’d be so cool.” 

“We’re gonna be dads!”

“I can’t wait!”

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[writingzen]

A WIN WIN ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

✧ Summary- haechan being a tease. Getting exactly what he wants and knowing exactly how to get it.

✧ Warnings- teasing, suggestive touching, kissing, tears etc

✧ A/N: not really proofread, sorry if it’s ass. Haechan is hot, end of story.

Your hand caressed his thigh softly, drawing figures on his skin so effortlessly causing haechan to shudder against your touch. This wasn’t exactly something new, though you’ve been dating for a year now, he can’t seem to get used to your deliberate touches, so gentle yet so mean.

It was cute really, his reactions. The way he would bruise his plush lips while biting them, hoping to stop any sound wanting to escape. The way he would wither away from your touch as shivers rush down his back fixing his posture before anyone notices. The way he would so desperately try to pry your hand away from his thigh before getting more sensitive, only to beg for you to touch him all over again the next second.

And it was all because of him, he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to get it.

Leaving the house looking absolutely hot, in a way he would only look for you alone. The delicate touches against your ass as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer just so you could feel him even more. The hold on your thigh as you both sit around the table, friends oblivious to the way his fingers “accidentally” linger against your pussy, teasing you over and over again like a game.

In the end, he knew exactly how to piss you off just right so you can fuck it out of him later, settling every angry nerve in your body for his own self pleasure.

He knew playing this game would always end up with him winning. If not you on your knees begging to be fucked with tears streaming down your cheeks, then he would be the one begging you to tear him apart, to wreck him, to punish him. Either way, he would be satisfied with the results.

You both get to enjoy a type of pleasure fueled by anger and desperation. A pleasure that would lead to his hand roaming and gripping your body as lewd sounds escaped your lips, mouth gaped as sweat runs down your forehead, hair sticking against your skin as his lips attacked your neck. Lips bruised from harsh love bites and passionate kissing, lips sucking and parting as his tongue wetly slides into your mouth. You tying his hands above his head, his body glistening with sweat, pressed down against the soft covers that lay underneath him as he looks up at you with doll eyes filled of warm tears, cheeks tinted pink while he awaits your next move. Hoping, wishing, begging it leads to him being fucked dumb, senseless, as pleasure dominates his body over and over again, trembling below you as he takes on yet another orgasm, but still wanting more.

A sight both of you dream of reenacting as many times as your bodies can take, never getting tired of the incredible pleasures that wishes to be felt, so

a win win.

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[goroaix]

〘 He loved with his whole heart. He admired with a passion. He worked to absolve himself of all selfish desires... 〙

Xiaojun x gn reader. Obsession. Yandere-ish feelings.

Dejun had always liked to believe that he was a moral person.

From a young age he had been taught right from wrong, the virtues of humility, acceptance and respect being things that his Mama had ingrained into him. Being someone who acted on impulse and without consideration for others had been vilified, deemed an immoral stance on life that would drag him down.

So it was this stance that he took on his actions. Dejun was not tailing them unnecessarily - he was determined to make sure that they were safe after being followed by someone off of a bus. He wasn't sending them gifts to nurse affection or fear - they were really there to brighten up an otherwise dull day.

He didn't hold himself in a high regard, nor did he want for things he knew were not suitable for him.

But every person had their unshakeable desires, didn't they?

There was no helping how loudly his heart thundered when they walked by, a beautiful smile dancing on their soft looking lips. Never before would he have thought himself as the kind to be utterly smitten with the bare minimum but Dejun had learnt that he was a romantic at heart. Little more in the world was more satisfying than laying in his bed and concocting images of a loving relationship with the person of his desires.

He found nothing wrong with his actions. Everyone wrote their name with their beloved's and surrounded it with hearts. He had pages and pages full of this, unable to overcome the urge devote his time to them.

He was just so lucky that he worked close to them, could see their pretty face whenever he looked out the window and into the ambient café. There wasn't a day that he wouldn't spend his lunch there, fingers circling the grain of the table while his chamomile tea ran cold.

Dejun noted here that their favourite colour seemed to be red. They wore jewellery that had brilliant crimson jewels, wore accented pieces of clothing that had scarlet parts. So he did too, making sure to leave a bitten and red look to his lips and delighting whenever he felt pretty eyes meander towards them.

This wasn't selfishness, it was mere admiration, Dejun told himself.

What would have been selfish was to imagine that they were the ones kissing him and making his lips take on a pink tint; if he wished that their attention would only be on serving him rather than the worthless dross that took them away from him. Dejun was raised better than this.

It was selfless of him to invite them for a chat, wanting to know the reason for the slight frown that had been lingering on their visage since he'd arrived.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, praying his voice didn't break. "You don't seem as happy as usual."

"Oh." They sighed, shoulders slumping and he wanted nothing more to hold their hand, to tell them it was okay. "It's just typical work stress. I'm sorry for making you worry."

Making me worry, he thought in bewilderment. How can someone be so lovely?

"You don't need to apologise." His knuckles were white under the table. "I know we are strangers but sometimes it's helpful to say things to someone who can offer a fresh perspective."

They nodded, perfect lips pulled into a slight pout. "You're right."

And he waited patiently, willing himself to swallow down the compliments that he had always wanted to tell. Their skin always looked softer than a flower's petal.

"I don't mean to complain but sometimes I feel overwhelmed. I enjoy working here and talking with regulars but the labour isn't worth the price."

Somehow, this didn't feel like everything. "Are they not paying you enough?"

"..." The glance at their lap said enough.

"Are there no promotions or raises available?"

"I'm never eligible."

He prided himself on his lack of impulsivity, the control he had over his own actions and emotions. "I think you're an exceptional worker."

"Thank you..."

"Dejun."

"Thank you, Dejun."

He wanted to say that it wasn't selfish that he wanted them to repeat his name until their voice went hoarse, to record it and listen to it on repeat for hours on end until that was the only thing his mind could focus on. But, Dejun forced these thoughts away and replaced them with something more helpful.

Like how he would make sure that this promotion would happen for them. Simply sitting and listening would provide temporary relief but Dejun knew that things like happiness should be more permanent, pervasive.

He would get them this promotion (if only to see the smile on their face).

#wayv x reader #nct x reader #xiaojun imagines #yandere nct #yandere #nct imagines #wayv scenarios #xiaojun x reader #xiaojun fluff #xiaojun fanfic

[vergilthelibrarian]

Sicheng blinked, tears beginning to fall. He wiped them, taking in a shaking breath.

It was silent in the apartment and the silence made his thoughts much more louder than he’d like.

Thoughts telling him how he fucked up.

How you will never love him again.

How if he really did love you, why did he cheat so much?

But other thoughts were there too.

Thoughts telling him to get you back.

To change.

That you’re the best thing that has genuinely ever happened to him and that he knows he’s a terrible person but he’s sorry, he’s so sorry and to take him back, that’ll he change and love you and only you and will never let you go, he won’t let you leave him because you can’t leave him, you’re his and he’s yours and you’re meant to be together and it’s not suppose to end like this, he won’t let it endlike this he won’t let it end like this he won’t let-

Sicheng shook his head, feeling confused by his thoughts slowly becoming a bit dark.

He was a selfish lover.

Selfish in how he believed he could have you and still sleep with whomever he pleased.

But now that selfishness was morphing into something else.

Something more dangerous.

He’ll change.

He’ll change into a lover that only sees you.

Honestly, he always has seen you but now.. now nothing else but you will only matter.

You’ll become his whole world, even if that meant caging you from the whole world.

Anything to prove to you that his love is real and true.

#I’m still making my masterlist y’all it’s just taking some time #yandere sicheng #yandere Winwin #yandere nct #yandere WayV #Sicheng angst #winwin angst #wayv angst #nct angst #sicheng x reader #Sicheng x male reader #wayv x reader #wayv x male reader #nct x reader #nct x male reader

[miyasi]

𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ miya ! they/them

K-Pop

Seventeen, NCT Dream/WayV, Le Sserafim, Twice, TXT, Stray Kids, Aespa, Enha, ZB1, Riize(OT7 4EVER!)

Anime/Games

Haikyuu, BSD, Blue Period, Black Clover(some characters) and Genshin

When asking for ideas with a character/person, Please specify female, male or GN reader(also sub and dom). Pick scrabble or long fic because I will choose for you if you don’t!

Things I will write:

- Male Reader

- Female Reader

- GN Reader

- NSFW

- SFW

- Dom Reader

- Most Kinks

- Sub Reader ( I might not write ur req )

- Omegaverse

- Yandere (to an extent)

- Scrabbles

- Long Fics

- Soft/Hard Hours

- Smau

- ____ x Reader

- Character x Character (sometimes)

Things I will not write:

- Scat

- Piss

- Murder (in a relationship)

- R4pe (cnc is fine)

I will add more later on!

#kpopidol #kpop #anime #riize #nct #wayv #smut #smau #sub idol #sub genshin #haikyuu #yandere #seventeen #genshin impact #genshin x reader #le sserafim #aespa #txt #stray kids #twice #bungou stray dogs #bsd #blue period #seraph of the end #sote #male reader #female reader #gn reader