#yandere bsf

[yxami]

Yandere lover who’s not really your lover,

happy nut or not November day 11

desc: yandere bsf x gn reader, mentions of stalking, happy nut or not November day 11, obsession, general creep stuff, yandere themes/actions

Your childhood best friend is honestly the best friend you could ask for, he’s everything you want in a partner, everything you need.

But of course, it wasn’t meant to be since you only saw each other as something platonic, like bleach and rubbing alcohol, the two of you should never get mix together unless you wanted to cause problems. You’ve come to realize that since the start of your close friendship and it’s never hurt you before.

Not until last month.

“Aren’t they so hot? I can’t believe I’m talking to them” He laughs but not in the squeaky out of breath one when he’s having fun with you that you adore, these days it seems like all he wants to do is talk about them.

God you hate them, you hate them for making you feel these awful thoughts, the scorching hot ones that make your stomach twist in disgust, you could feel the jealousy radiate off of you but somehow this idiot hasn’t noticed yet and you’re thankful for that even if it hurts.

“Mhm” You tiredly say, you might rip your skin off if you weren’t able to find a distraction soon.

“Hmm? What’s up?” He perks up from his phone, staring at how exhausted and upset you looked, he hadn’t looked up once from his phone and now he feels awful for not noticing it. “Did you flunk a test?”

“Nah.. just tired, I stayed up too late yesterday” You weakly laugh, an unenergized smile being paired with it afterwards. You wish it was something as simple as a shitty test score.

“Geez, what was it with? The new game you got?” He curls his left arm around you, bringing you in for a side hug before he hums. “By the way I forgot to tell you that I wanted to come over tonight, can I?”

“Yeah sure, but nah I’m just obsessed with an old game I used to always play”

“Hmm, cool” He stops hugging, believing your response. “After school lets just go straight home, Kay?” He waits for a sign of approval you just nod with a simple “mkay”

You slipped off your shoes without having to untie them once you got home, groaning in annoyance from the rain that soaked you and your best friend. You threw him a shirt and shorts for him to wear, picking the oversized pair you had for comfortability since he was taller.

“So, do you wanna play that game you’ve been losing sleep over?” He plops on the edge of your bed, eyes hungrily trailing all over your exposed back as you switch into your pajamas.

“Yeah, get the game set up, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” You throw him your remote before walking to leave the room into the connected bathroom.

He turns on your tv and the pc automatically connects when he clicks on the power button. He tries not to get distracted away from the screen, to patiently sit and wait for you, but he can’t help it.

He hasn’t been over in so long. Three weeks, 5 days, and 12 hours. All for this dumb plan that he originally thought would end way quicker.

He assumed you’d confess your feelings after a week of him gushing over some idiot he found to string along, that you’d just pour your heart out to him if you heard his lovesick words to another that truly meant nothing. But you didn’t, it’s been so long and you still haven’t.

You’ve showed more than a few signs of jealousy but he couldn’t risk revealing his infatuation with you, not unless it was confirmed by your words that you genuinely shared the same feelings. He wouldn’t have all those years of waiting and now few weeks of neglecting you go to waste.

He’s felt awful doing it too, seeing your pained look every time he mentioned them.

He’ll just steal a few clothing items like he did every hangout and return the ones he doesn’t plan to keep. He pushed himself off your bed with his hands, using them to rummage through your closet afterwards. He’s also trying to look for something that might show an obsession towards him. Maybe a shrine? A little statue you pray to?

Those were the things he had for you, including with his board of connections that kept tabs on who you seemed a little too close with.

“Damn..”He huskily grumbles as he continued to sift through your closet and found nothing incriminating. He’s desperate to find something that reveals your true feelings. His cloth stealing plan went well, he has a shirt and some underwear stashed in his pockets.

“What’rya doing?”

He cursed at himself for being too lost in thought to hear you coming, he’s on his hands and knees frozen. “I’m just looking for the other console, I couldn’t find it so I thought it would be in your closet like always” He gets up, swiping at the invisible dirt on his knees.

“It’s on my bed, how’d you miss it?” You say with a slight chuckle interrupting your words. It was a little strange that he didn’t see it but you didn’t think anything of it.

“Ha, dunno” He jokingly grabs onto you, almost taking you down on the floor with him by how hasty he did.

“Anyways, let’s start playing” He looks at his phone while you set the game up, noticing a flood of messages from the idiot he’s been stringing along for you.

“What? Is your partner texting you?” You joke, still trying to get used to that fact that he couldn’t be yours.

“Not my partner.” His tone is serious and sharp, did you hit a nerve?

“Oh, my bad” You awkwardly laugh, chewing on your bottom lip, wondering why he reacted that way.

He responds back drily to his fling, noticing how quiet you became after his snappy response, he looks up to see your slight frown as you continue playing.

“Sorry, m’ just annoyed, they keep spamming me” He grumbles, staring at their desperate messages as they appear.

“I get it” You smile weakly, playing your game in single player mode for now since he seemed focused in on his phone.

While he’s distracted you take a few glances every now and then, checking in on if he would want to play, as you observe his expression your eyes travel down to his pocket, a familiar color pops out.

Your shirt? The one you wore yesterday was in his pocket, you could tell it was yours from the ruffles that slightly peaked from his pocket. Why would he have your shirt in his pocket?

You set your controller down and pull the fabric out of his pocket, making him swiftly turn his towards you. “Hey!”

“Isn’t this mine?” You unfold the shirt to see you were correct, an underwear of yours had also been revealed as well. “This is mine too” You furrow your eyebrows in immense confusion, staring at him as you awaited for an explanation.

“It’s— it’s just.. I don’t know” His tone is shaky, failing to even make a poor excuse, there’s no real reason he could give you other than him being a big creep. “I’m sorry...” He scoots on his knees, pressed against your legs as you still remains sat at the edge of the bed.

His eyes plead at you for to respond and he’s about to speak up to fill the silence before you decide speak.

“I don’t know what to say..? I guess I just want to hear why you did it” You look at his sulking demeanor, letting him rest on you, if it soothed and helped him speak up then you’d allow it.

“I made.. this stupid plan and it backfired on me, I wanted to see if you liked me but I was too scared to do anything so I pretended I liked someone else to see if you would confess and— and it was just stupid, I’m stupid I’m sorry” He rambles, facepalming his forehead with your lap, tempted to sob but he doesn’t refuses to.

Not when you’re looking, it would be embarrassing, right? He can’t have you hate him more than you already do.

“Please don’t hate me.. I promise I’ll behave so well if you let me make it up to you..”

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #yandere obsession #crazy yandere #yandere soft #yandere best friend #yandere friend #yandere boy #yandere tsundere #bsf yandere #yandere bsf

[aircd]

✩ 🪻⋆ fem¡yandere¡bsf

(warnings: manipulation/gaslighting, persuasion, threats, general creepiness, kissing, groping, mention of blade and physical violence- overall mature content.)

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fem¡yandere¡bsf who suddenly confesses her feelings for you and forcefully shoves her tongue down your throat before you can react or reply leaving you confused and shocked as she disappears immediately afterwards.

fem¡yandere¡bsf that always comes behind you and hugs you when you least expect it so you’re too shocked to know she’s groping your tits and smelling your hair.

fem¡yandere¡bsf who always insisted on kissing you to practice for boys but now gets upset when you don’t want to and somehow every time she asks makes you feel guilty for not doing it with her so you give in.

fem¡yandere¡bsf sleepovers where the morning after you notice various items missing from your room including your panties and bras.

fem¡yandere¡bsf arguments where the next day she’d suddenly come up behind you giving one of her surprise (grope) hugs but this time she brought a knife; she held it against your neck and openly groped your tits firmly, demanding you apologize to her and say you love her.

fem¡yandere¡bsf who found out you liked her back and practically jumped on top of you; kissing and touching you all over, biting your neck and pulling your hair whispering in your ear “I knew you liked me too.! I can’t wait to practice eating you out for “boys”~” teasingly.

fem¡yandere¡bsf that would always insist you take showers together for various reasons; “it saves water!” “Oh come on we’re best friends it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked already.!” “you don’t wash your hair right! let me help you.!”

fem¡yandere¡bsf that forces you to give her all your social media passwords and steals your phone from time to time.

fem¡yandere¡bsf that when confronted about her actions will pretend like they never happened or play them off as her just teasing you.

fem¡yandere¡bsf who will gladly beat the shit out of anyone if you asked her, but she already does this without you asking— saying “you don’t know any better i need to protect you.” after she gave someone she saw you kissing a black eye and a cracked rib.

fem¡yandere¡bsf who held you for hours while you were crying and comforting you, but kept insisting she should get you off to make you feel better and eventually persuaded you into letting her.

#nsft wlw #yandere wlw #fem reader #lesbian romance #lesbian smut #lesbian #wlw #wlw concepts #yandere #yandere woman #thoughts? #yandere x reader #bsf x reader #yandere bsf #yandere bsf x reader

[kennedyalike]

ok this is so depraved but some noncon w manipulative leon x bsf reader or roommate reader where he for somewhat reason has to practice tying rope and convinces her to let him practice on her and assures her he wont do anything else but once he gets her tied up he undresses her and takes pics of her as blackmail and does whatever he wants to her

rope bunny

leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags: posessive!leon, he’s kinda yandere tbh, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation, rough sex, manhandling, noncon, dubcon, ropes, bdsm, dom!leon, praise kink, praising, smut, rope kink, filming, explicit photograpghy, leon is a massive pervert, slight size kink

summary: leon asks for your help with a task from the force but it turns into something else~

word count: 4.2k

to anon: hii! im sorry i took so long with this but i hope you like it! i really like this idea and tbh i love me some noncon leon😩 i added a happy ending but idk if this is weird LMAOOO

He dotes on you everyday, without you ever even noticing. Oh, how you’re so oblivious and innocent. He just wants to have you all to himself. Just to steal you away from the whole world, to take care of you and finally make you realize what you’re missing out on.

You weren’t exactly oblivious, you just didn’t pay it any mind, deciding to tease him further. Being roommates with Leon for almost a year now, you knew him pretty well. Both of you attending the police academy, you figured a roommate wouldn’t hurt. He was sweet, brave, corny, a little awkward but so cute.

Leon was a good friend to you, helping you out, keeping the place clean, he was a true gentleman. For what you knew, of course. In all honesty, Leon was the oblivious one here. You noticed every time his eyes slowly gazed somewhere they weren’t supposed to. His stare felt like it was going to eat you alive one day.

Whenever you’re doing something around the house, he quietly observes all of your movements, eyes maybe focusing on the curve of your ass, or maybe the way your tits bounce when your arms push them together. He can’t help himself, you’re just so gorgeous and he swears he can’t keep his hands to himself any longer.

Maybe you even liked his gaze, doing small things on purpose. Wearing short skirts at home, bending over in front of him or wearing some tops that revealed yiur cleavage. Leon loved it all, but he was starting to grow impatient with your little games that he didn’t even know you were playing. You knew he liked you, but he didn’t know you liked him too. Being too focused on you and his training, he didn’t even notice the way you practically begged for his attention.

”What are you doing?” You asked with a giggle as you try to lighten up the mood. Leon looks up at you and shrugs. ”Just…looking over these photos.” He answers quietly, his deep voice grumbling a little bit. His hand is resting on his jaw as he leans himself on the table that was filled with documents, probably something from the academy.

You frown slightly from his answer before you fall silent too. As Leon focuses his stare on the papers in front of him, you focus yours on him. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and the fabric was resting just so his forearms were visible. His calloused hands were nibbling the paper's edge as his veins become more visible. You can’t look away, mind completely taking you away while you rest against the kitchen counter.

A low groan erupts from the man in front of you and you can’t stop your mind from going to that usual place. Wondering what would happen if you were brave enough to start something. How his hands would caress your body just like you both wished. You sigh slowly as you slightly shake your head, disowning the thoughts. If Leon only knew that you dreamed of him even when awake.

”I’m gonna take a small nap, wake me up at like…6pm.”

Leon huffed at the small pause in your sentence as you retracted to your room. He only nodded in response. He began thinking, in quietness after hearing small giggles and sounds of music come from your room. After a while, there was only silence. You had fallen asleep. He smirks to himself but quickly reassures himself he wouldn’t do anything like that.

He spends time pondering over his wants, no, his needs. He needs you and he can’t wait any longer. Leon decides he’s not going to let you say otherwise. He goes into his room momentarily to gather some rope. (He totally didn’t buy it just for the instance) He knocks on your door and slowly his hand twists the knob as he lets himself in your room.

Your curtains are closed and you’re still asleep, wrapped in blankets. He hovers above you and stares into your face. How beautiful, he thinks to himself. He owns you. He’s not going to let anyone else have you, ever. He hides the rope behind his back before his arm reaches out for your shoulder, gently stirring you awake from your previous slumber. With a whine, you start to flutter your eyes open.

Your room is dimly lit and in all your sleepiness, your eyes make out Leon’s figure in front of you. He sits on your bed slowly. ”Wake up, sweetheart.” The nickname would make you nervous and a blushly mess if you weren’t so tired still. You slowly sit up, lifting the blanket from your body as it pools around your lap. Now fully sat, you fix your hair and look at Leon with gentle eyes. ”Thanks for waking me up, Leon.”

”No problem, I have a question though…” He starts, and you can hear the unsureness in his voice as he nudges himself closer to you. A blush creeps on your face as you realize he’s never been this close to you before, at least not in your bed. ”Yeah?” You ask shyly as you pull the blanket up slightly, covering the skimpy crop top you wore. He looks away for a second before continuing. ”The professor actually gave me something interesting to work on, I was wondering if you’d help me out a little?” His blue eyes now stare straight into yours as you fiddle with the blanket edge. Eagerly, you nod immediately. ”Yes, what is it?”

He smirks a little bit, chuckles and reveals the rope from behind his back. A small inaudible gasp leaves your mouth and you look away with a slight flush on your cheeks. ”He said we need to practice tying something up, escaping being tied and all that.” He explained as he slowly started opening the rope from its package. You stare quietly at his big hands that were fiddling with the rope. Completely on board if you get to play around with ropes with him. ”Yeah? Do you need my help with some of this?” You ask shyly as he smirks again.

”Yeah. Let me try one thing.” Now completely awake and shaken with excitement as Leon launches slowly towards you. His actions take you by surprise and nervousness engulfs you as his cold hand slips under the blanket and grabs your wrist. ”Leon- I-I thought-” You began speaking unsurely as he grabbed both of your wrists, bringing them up to your chest. ”Shh, I’m not gonna do anything to you, just practicin’, sweetie.” His deep voice coos and you allow yourself to relax in his hold, reminding yourself that he’s just practicing.

”Just lay back a little.” He instructs you and you obey him nonetheless of your nervousness. Your body hits the soft bed behind you as you settle down and bring your arms up. Leon grips both of your wrists together with one hand, his hands are cold and slender as he pins yours atop your head. He brings the rope and wraps it around your wrists, tying them together very tightly. A small whine leaves your mouth as you close your eyes momentarily. ”Too tight?” He asks.

”No, it’s fine. Let me show you my skills of escaping these.” You joke to him with a small bubbly laugh. He scoffs under his breath and glances back at you. ”We’ll see about that one.” He says unamusedly as he tightens the rope and ties your wrists to the bed. You feel a light stretch on your arms as he ties them. His gaze feels hot, feels like it’s going to burn you alive soon. Leon’s hands slowly move from your arms, to your waist.

His eyes never leave your body, he doesn’t miss the way your back arches into his touch, letting his hands wander. His fingertips slowly graze around your chest, abdomen and your thighs. He examines your face closely, a red blush on your face that he wouldn’t miss usually, but with the dim light of your bedroom it goes unnoticed. Your back arches and you moan slightly when his strong hand caresses your thigh. ”Leon..?” You ask confusedly as you tighten your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. ”You like this?”

He calls out to you mockingly as he inches his fingertips towards your panties. The blanket long gone as his other arm completly reveals your body to him. A small crop top and panties on. Gosh. You look so cute, he wishes he could eat you alive. Your legs twitch and you gasp in surprise as his hand cups your pussy through your panties. ”Maybe I’ll leave you tied up forever if it means I can do this all day.” He mumbles to himself as he smirks while slowly rubbing your clit through your already dampened panties. Your thighs close even tighter as you squirm. ”Leon? W-what are you doing?”

”Shh, just relax for me, okay?” He calls out again as his hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart, revealing your crotch to him. You gasp again and start moving around, not liking the forcefulness. His grip only tightens as he holds you down on the bed, bringing another piece of the rope around your ankles, trying them together as you helplessly squirm under the bigger man.

”Leon, I’m uncomfortable..M-Maybe we should practice some other time..!” You desperatly request as he pulls the rope and ties it under the bed. You’re now completely trapped and at his mercy. ”Now, try and get out of those.” He says as he stands up, backing away from the bed to take a look at you. So pretty. Sprawled out on the bed in your nap clothes as desperate little whines leave your mouth when you try to escape this predicament.

You tug, pull, whine and squirm around for what feels like eternity. Your croptop already ridden up from your movements, exposing your soft belly to Leon’s hungry eyes that are enjoying the show infront of him. You almost think he’s cruel and that he’s doing this to embarrass you. Your limbs give out and you look at him with angry eyes, the sweat from your earlier nap clanking your thighs together as you finally give out, relaxing all of your body. ”Okay. You win. I can’t get out of these. Please, help me.” You quietly say as you accept defeat, looking at him with an annoyed look.

He only smirks and laughs a little bit, getting closer to you. ”Hmm…I quite like having you like this…” He starts as his hands grab your waist again, slowly teasing the fabric of your croptops edge as he pulls it up. Your breath hitches and you feel your muscles tensing again. ”Leon, take these out. It’s not funny.” You try once again.

He stops his movements and looks into your eyes, before getting on top of you on the bed. You squirm again as he climbs atop and pins you down with his bodyweight. The lighting extorts and you can see the way his biceps twitch as he holds himself above you. Leon’s blonde locks fluffy and messed up as he brings himself closer to your face. ”Oh sweetheart, I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, finally.” Before he allows you to even react, his hand is already gripping at your chin and neck, forcing you into a sloppy kiss with him.

His lips are practically devouring your face as he holds you tighter. To his surprise, you kiss him back and moan into the kiss. He leaves you wanting for more as he pulls his mouth from yours and lowers himself to your neck, biting, kissing and sucking little red marks on your collarbones. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine and you feel a heat forming between your legs. You want him as bad as he wants you. And you don’t want to accept it.

Your quiet moans that you try to silence by turning your head to the side don’t go unnoticed by Leon as he grips your chin again. ”Let me hear how much you love this, baby.” He growls as he sucks on the sensitive skin behind your ear. A lustful moan erupts from you and you’re even shocked at yourself as you notice the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. ”Good girl, just like that. Don’t fight it.”

He continues kissing your neck, sometimes pulling you into a heated kiss again. (Which you returned, every time) ”Leon..! Please, untie me.” You whisper in between kisses. ”Try harder.” He mocks you again and pulls back from you, still on top of you, his finger hooks around the strap of your croptop, slowly pulling it down from your shoulder, exposing more and more by the mere second. You nervously look at him with fear and desperateness in your eyes. Your breathing, heavier by the second was unstable as small tears start forming on your waterline.

”Leon, please..” You sob as he slowly undresses you, pulling your croptop over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. Nipples already hard from the previous endeavours, his both hands grab your tits, squeezing them and playing around with your nipples. His gaze is like a hypnosis, stuck on your tits as he does as he pleases, groping you against your will. Instead of screaming, you arch into his touch and moan at the sensation when his mouth connects with the skin of your areola.

”Please-” Your breath hitches as a tear falls down your cheek when he pinches your nipples, sucking and kissing all over your body. You’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore and neither is Leon. You hear him chuckle as he pulls back shortly, looking over at you before extending his hand to his pocket. You look at him in complete silence, tears still wetting your cheeks as you see him pull out his phone. ”Leon.. what are- No!” You start wiggling desperately and you can’t belive the smirk on Leon’s face.

”Pose a little, this is for me only, darling. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything if you behave for me.” He holds you in place with his other arm while scrolling on his phone. His hand grabs at your tit again as you hear the faint sound of a recording going on. ”Please…don’t” You beg with teary eyes as he films himself groping at you, he moves the camera to your face. ”Don’t cry beatiful, tell me how much you like it.” He mocks you and amidst all the feelings that were roaming your mind block out the feeling of his hand sneaking between your thighs. Another tear falls down your cheek as you open your eyes, looking up at his phone and that devious smirk plastered on his face. You feel embarrased and humiliated, but for some reason, it’s lighting a fire inside of you that you can’t shut down.

You feel his rough hand cup your pussy and you moan loudly. His smirk grows even more at your lewd sound as he slips his fingers in from the side. Two long fingers now rubbing your wet clit as you try to close your legs tighter. ”Come on, let it all out.” He presses a kiss on to your forehead as he slips his middle finger in your wet, needy hole. Another loud moan leaves your mouth and you unnoticeably start grinding into his hand, desperate for more as you look at Leon’s phone through teary eyes. It’s turning you on and he knows it. He nods at you and looks at you in the eyes as he shuts his phone off, drops it on the floor and practically attacks your lips. You immedietly kiss him back, no question. ”M’ sorry, my sweet baby.” He mumbles between the hungry kisses. You want to caress his cheeks and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You writhe as you try to pull your arms out of the rope.

”Leon, untie me. I want yo-” He shushed your begs with a kiss, soft lips entertwining roughly as his hands explore your body again. He’s pumping his middle finger in and out of your pussy with a slow rhythm. Leon quickly latches on to your neck again, sucking more crimson marks as he slips in another finger. His movements are going faster as his index finger joins in on the fun. The wet, tight walls of your pussy squeezing around his digits are making him go crazy. He was already hard as fuck in his pants as he grinded himself to your side.

”Soon, baby. Let me have a taste first..” He mumbles again, almost inaudibly as he lowers his kisses down to the soft skin of your belly. His big hands are still cold to the touch as he retracts his fingers from your pussy. You moan at the loss of contact as you look down at him, trying to ground yourself between all of these feelings. His hands grab your hips tightly and he begins teasing your panties down your legs. You wiggle your hips a little in an attempt to get him to undress you faster. He backs away and in a swift movement he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his hard trained abs to you. Your eyes now explore his body, thirsting over his muscular chest and huge biceps, he smirks and lowers his face to your pussy again.

Before he teases your panties fully off, he places a soft kiss on your clit through the damp fabric. You moan quietly as he pulls your panties down to your ankles and grabs your thighs, nudging them apart so roughly that it would for sure leave a bruised mark on your inner thighs. He’s like a hungry animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks and you feel like his prey, just a little thing forced into submission as you writhe under him. His warm tongue latches onto your clit as he sucks, kisses and licks between your folds, moving to give attention to your clit as his other hand retracts from your thighs and pushes two fingers into your hole.

You’re practically screaming, crying and moaning at the same time as you buck your hips into his face. Leon’s slippery tongue, lapping at your folds and pleasuring your clit feels like almost too much, you’re so close to exploding and you desperatly try to close your thighs. ”Mm-mm. None of that.” He hums as his hand parts your thighs again and the vibrations from his sound of unapproval send immense pleasure your way and you moan loudly. ”Oh, Leon! I-I’m gonna cum!” You moan his name in a continuing chant as he buries his face into your pussy, tasting all of your juices as you grind down.

He was so turned on by you and probably could come undone from just lapping at your pussy all day. He sucks on your clit as you gasp loudly and your legs shake a bit. He slows his movements down, brings his arms under your thighs to support your shaking for as he helps you though your orgasm with a gentle touch. He might’ve tied you up against your will, but he’s not a total asshole.

The orgasm washes over you slowly and your body shakes with pleasure as you moan his name quietly, almost sounding like you’re crying. (You are.) Your body sets down and you feel Leon untying your ankles. ”Relax, baby.” He coos as you start moving your legs slowly. You do as he says. He lifts himself back on top of you and meets your gaze. ”Kiss me, please.” You whine and he chuckles but obliges nevertheless. He kisses you again, this time more passionetly and lovingly as his hands grope at your tits again before slowly moving up, beginning to untie your hands. Only sounds from the connection of your mouths erupt as he unties you fully. Your hands fall to your sides tiredly as Leon’s lips move to your neck again.

He doesn’t expect you to yank away from him, or slap him, or resist at all, and he’s right. Your arms slowly wrap themselves around his neck and your hand caresses his cheek. You feel his strong jaw clenching under your palm as he joins you in a kiss again. His erection rubbing at your core through his pants. Oh he’s so sure his pants have a wet spot from all the precum his tip has leaked. He humps himself on your side. ”Leon…fuck me, please.” You shyly mumble to him as you move your hands to start unbuckling his belt. ”Fuck, I knew I’d have you begging. Good girl.” You moan at his praise and his hands move to your aid, he retracts from you for a second to pull his pants down, taking his briefs at the same time.

This time, you’re the one that’s staring at him hungrily as his big cock bursts free from its confinements and rests against his abdomen. So incredebly hard that it almost slaps against the skin of his lower stomach. He’s long but kind of girthy. Pale but the tip is a flushed tone. Leon sets himself on top of you again and his hands grip at your waist. ”Fuck, need to fuck you so bad.” He whines as he readjusts your position while stroking himself up and down a few times.

You don’t bother speaking, you just whimper as he lines the tip of his cock on your pussy. He looks down at your pussy that’s begging for his dick and he feels like he’s seen heaven. He slides his lenght along your folds, gathering the slick as he nudges his tip on your still sensitive clit. You gasp from the sensation and attempt to close your thighs before Leon spreads them further apart. ”How am I gonna fuck you if you close your legs on me, sweet baby?” He teases as he starts pushing himself into you.

A low groan and a whimper leaves his mouth as he humps into you. ”Ah! S’ big…Leon…” You moan while clicking your hips together when he starts banging into you at a rough speed. Your hands intertwine behind his neck as you pull him into a sloppy kiss. Both taking breaths and moaning into each others ears, the burning sensation turns into immense pleasure as he bullies his cock deeper into your hole. ”Fuck… Ah-” Leon whimpers and you can only moan in response as he lifts your legs higher, to your chest to give himself a new, deeper angle to fuck into you.

His cock is stretching you out and his hands are everywhere. Sometimes his finger is rubbing slow circles on your still sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge. Then his hands grip strongly at your waist, holding you in place while he ruthlessly ruts into you. Then his hands are groping your ass, tightly pulling your hips to connect his as you place sloppy kisses to his neck, pulling him closer to yourself while moaning.

Leon grabs at your side and nudges you to turn over on your stomach. ”Gon’ fuck you so hard.” He groans into your ear as your body complies in the heat of the moment. You turn to lay on your stomach, hands quickly supporting yourself as Leon lifts your hips up, already rutting back into you. You moan loudly and your hands give out. Leon is fucking you so hard your face is mushed against the pillow and you try to to desperately lift your hips up for him. ”So good, so fucking good, baby.” He praises and readjusts his hands under your hips, holding you up. His cold palm moves from the front to rub circles on your clit. ”Leon! M’ close!” You moan into the pillow while your arms settle under yourself, supporting your weight as you feel your second orgasm around the corner.

His cold palm presses on your lower stomach, he smirks when he feels himself pounding so deep into you. ”Fuck baby, tell me you want it-” He groans as his thrusts turn sloppier by the second. ”I want it so bad! I want you-! Please! Cum inside me, please!” You whimper almost inaudibly, voice hoarse from all the efforts. He ruts into you a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels your pussy walls sucking him in, clenching as your body goes limp and your orgasm takes over you. He pushes himself deep in you and releases his load. You both moan in union as you feel his hot cum fill your insides. He sighs and lets your body rest on the bed as he plops down next to you.

After catching your breath, you turn to him and shyly caress his cheek. He chuckles and pulls you ontop of him, hugging you. ”Don’t worry baby.” He presses a gentle kiss on top of your forehead and you hug him tighter. It was all settled. You were his and you would let him ruin you completely. He wouldn’t do that of course, he just likes it a little rough. ”Soo….you’re gonna finally make me your girlfriend?” You giggle. He scoffs and holds you tighter. ”Yes.”

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #re4 leon #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon smut #resident evil leon #smut #resident evil 2

[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [mark lee] - the sequel

Toxic! (yandere ish) possessive/jealous! bsf!Mark x super innocent!virgin!reader Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, unprotected sex, corruption kink, noncon, fingering, creampie, MDNI, smut smut smut

part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. please read part 1 before this [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Your best friend Mark doesn't like it when you go out on a date. © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Mark, please stop.” You manage to briefly break free from the heated makeout session, gasping for air, but Mark's kisses quickly silence your attempted words. Mark was deaf to your pleas, seemingly lost in his own desires. You knew that Mark wasn’t listening. He had stopped listening long ago. 

Drawing from the waning strength in your limbs, you shove him away with all the force you could muster, breaking free from the kiss completely this time. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, capturing the unmistakable signs of defeat etched across your expression.

“I can’t believe what you just did, Mark.” Tears began to well up in your eyes, clearly betraying the turmoil and distress his actions had caused you.

“Your first kiss, wasn’t it?” Mark narrows the distance between you, his gaze intensifying and growing darker with each fleeting second. He just took away the one thing you were scared of losing in such a meaningless sense, your first kiss. There you were, the picture of innocence, overwhelmed with panic and stress at the realization that reality had strayed far from how you desired your first kiss to be. Adorable but pathetic, Mark thinks to himself. 

“W-why?” Your words falter, catching in your throat, as your chest starts to rise and fall with rapid, uneven breaths. 

“I thought it was obvious.” He cups your face tenderly in his hand, his thumb softly sweeping away the tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I tried to show you because you were too blind to reason. This is what I feel for you, I’ve done so much for you, Y/N. And still… I would do anything for you, and yet… you still push me away.”

“Mark” You say his name in a soft whisper. He truly has a way with words, tugging at your heartstrings and stirring such sympathy within you that you found yourself on the brink of kneeling before him in desperation.

“I refuse to be your friend if it means I can’t have you, Y/N.” With a gentle touch, he swept a stray strand of hair from your face and tenderly tucked it behind your ear. The raw desperation evident in his gaze conveyed the sincerity of his emotions for you. 

“But Mark… I hate to choose between our friendship and this… Whatever this is.” You swallow nervously, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing fervently to simply vanish into nothingness.

“Well, I’ll spare you the burden of making that decision, Y/N.” And in that moment, he pushes your body further against the wall with such force that your body trembles from the pain. He goes in for another hungry kiss. He bites down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind. 

Slowly, he places kisses along the nape of your neck, cascading shivers down your spine. “Can’t believe you went behind my back and chose Jaemin” he whispers angrily. His voice, now carrying a more ominous undertone, yet filled with a so much jealousy. Softly, His hands move under your skirt, ripping your panties apart, leaving your virgin cunt exposed. 

He brushes one finger up and down your clit until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You feel your body tense up from the sensation, one you’ve never felt before. It leaves your pussy clenching around nothing, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from your lips.

“You’re so fucking pure, Y/N. So… untouched… All for me to destroy.” he parts your legs with his hands, pushing your thighs so far apart that you feel an uncomfortable stretch. He teases his fingers around your cunt until he slowly pushes it into you. A powerful feeling courses through you, igniting a powerful surge of pain that permeates through your body.

“Mark, I’m really scared.” You can’t do anything but moan out your pleas. Mark’s eyes search yours as he holds your legs as far apart as possible. His fingers start to pick up the right pace as you feel the pain disappear into pleasure. 

“So fucking pretty” Mark whispers against your lips, still maintaining eye contact with you. Your moans ring throughout the room as the feeling intensifies. Your brain foggy from breathing in his breaths. 

He abruptly pulls out his finger from your cunt and moves you to bed, firmly pressing your back onto the mattress. He grabs your buttoned-up shirt by the collar, making it rip apart as the snatched buttons bounce onto the floor. Immediately, he goes in with his hand behind your back to undo your bra. Too eager to remove the bra straps off your shoulders, he pushes your undone bra up, leaving it hanging above your exposed breasts. He dives face first into your tits, lips in search of your nipples. 

“Hmm” he moans as he starts sucking on your hard nipple, twirling his tongue around it. 

“You’re perfect, Y/N. You’re made for me.” He releases his mouth from your nipple, the suction making a hard pop sound. Once again he pulls your legs far apart to have full access to your glistening cunt. You hear the sound of his pants unzipping, sensing that he is preparing to line his cock up to your core. 

“Mark, please. Be gentle." You exclaim with a voice laced with panic, making him grow harder. He gave himself a few more light strokes as he positioned his cock at the entrance of your cunt. 

“Baby” he gives you a peck on the lips before pushing his dick into you without any warning, making you shut your eyes in discomfort. 

“That is what you get, baby, for even thinking the thought…” Your walls stretch around his length, leaving a burning sensation. “…that Jaemin could have you…”

“Mark..” you moan, desperately hoping that he picks up on your pleas. But he moves gently, just like he promised. Your body is on full display right in front of him and his eyes devour the sight of his dick sinking into you. That thought alone makes every fiber of his being tense as he fights the urge to not show you any mercy.

“So fucking tight. All mine.” you could feel your juices oozing out of you, coating his cock as he slowly thrusts. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess. Desperately grabbing onto his arms from the intensity. 

“What were you even doing with that other boy, huh?” As Mark perceived your increasing ease, he holds your legs up and picks up his pace. Your moans only grow louder from the sensation as he hits the spot that brings you closer to the edge.

“I know you’re about to come. I can feel you clench...” He continues to keep his rhythm steady, chasing after your climax. “Come for me, baby.” and with that, you shut your eyes hard and reach your climax. A sensation beyond memory, unparalleled by any you've previously experienced, takes over you as you feel your body twitching in pleasure. 

He makes sure to ride out the pleasure, savoring it for as long as he can. You feel Mark's strokes become sloppy, digging his nails onto your hips so roughly. 

“I’m going to cum-” he says, before reaching his own climax, releasing his load right inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He leaves his cock inside of you as both of your breaths echo through the silence of the room. 

"You're all mine now" Mark presents you with a disconcerting smile. The amusement in his eyes did not lie.

At this very moment, you have given into his deep desires. Mark finally gets his way after all... like he always does....

#yandere nct #yandere mark lee #yandere mark #kpop nct #nct fanfic #nct yandere #nct mark lee #nct mark #mark lee #mark yandere #mark lee yandere #mark x reader #mark lee smut #mark lee x reader #mark lee hard hours #nct hard hours #nct x reader #nct smut #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #yandere nct dream #nct dream yandere #yandere kpop #give into things i (dont) want to

[scarletevening]

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞 [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝗼𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 + 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 

cw: suggestive, foul language, yandere [obsessive, controlling, possessive], pet names, teasing, suspicion, jealousy, man-handling fem!reader.

notes: objectification is the act in which a person is valued less than a person; an object. marking is an act of possessiveness, in which one is covered in marks from another.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 was like a hawk when it came to you. never taking his eyes away, never letting you leave his sight, never letting anything, let alone anyone, near you. he knew everything about you, he knew your every routine.

he knew how much you loved to snuggle up to him when he came back from a meeting, when he sat you on his lap kissing up to him as he gave you a faux glare of irritation, the hand on your waist tightening as he listened to you ramble about work.

about that damn coworker of yours.

oh, did he hold the door open for you? well, scaramouche holds every door open. did he give you some lunch? you're going out for lunch with him every day now.

you were his. end of story, so why the fuck were you bringing this pathetic man up in your shared home? his mind seethed in irritation, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you, analyzed you. your little work outfit, the one that you happily spun around in this morning to show him, was just tiniest bit crumpled. but why would that be? no component of your job would lead to your skirt being brought down to just barely cling to your hip.

as you babbled, smiling and giggling up at him as you awaited his reaction, scaramouche couldn't help as his brows furrowed, cruel glare as he nit-picked every part of your appearance, your slightly frizzy hair, you. he almost enjoyed as you squirmed under his gaze, your manicured nails picking at each other as you timidly whispered his name.

archons, your voice was more than enough for him to act.

a brutal hand constricted around your neck, dragging you to the couch only a meter away as you whimper as the painful sting. you whimper, confused as your feet struggle to walk properly, body submitting to his force as scaramouche forces his knee between your thighs, sharp teeth sinking into the supple flesh of your neck.

his lips twisted into a sick grin, enjoying your whines of confusion and pleasure, all mixed into a blur as he bit sucked and kissed at your skin, grazing his teeth across your neck. he descended to your collarbones, murmuring and growling into your skin, his free hands groping and squeezing you all over.

"you're my little toy."

his voice was harsh, his bitter anger seeping into his action as he bit hard enough for you to push at his shoulders. he cooed and laughed, only digging into your skin even more, the chuckle followed by jealous rage,

"what? don't like it? want that bastard from work to do it instead?"

an ugly show of satisfaction filled his face as he watched your eyes widen, immediately defensive as you argued against him,

"good girl," he sighed, lapping over the skin that was brilliantly blushing, "tomorrow, show them, who's fucking toy you are." scaramouche enjoyed your pathetic panting, your feeble attempts to ask him,

"either wear something that shows these fucking hickies,"

he growled, smirking as he nibbled at the curve of your neck,

"or i'll fuck you like the toy you are in front of all your co-workers."

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BSF I LUV U SM MUA MUA MUA I WOULDNT BE HERE WITHOUT YOUR PROOFREADING <333

im making a full of this to post on ao3 !!

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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[4beomy]

: ̗̀➛ favorite txt fics

smaus are not included here! all of these fic recs are what i consider to be of high quality and/or enjoyable, so i'm sure you'll find something you really like! last updated: 11/22/22 (idle town - beomgyu fic added)

≡;- ꒰ °soobin ꒱

✎ hail mary - catholic highschool!au, fluff, religious themes (16.7k)

✎ that's the spirit! - ghost hunter!soobin, highschool!au, fluff (14.6k)

✎ paper hearts - 80s!au, valentines, ex bsf to lovers (9.6k)

✎ love fool - friends to lovers, school!au (7.2k)

✎ dream boy - fluff, angst, psychological, crack (7.0k)

✎ like real people do - vampire!au, best friends to lovers (5.0k)

✎ actions have consequences -  fluff, angst, lifeguard!soobin (4.0k)

✎ it's you! you're the one i want! - idiots to lovers (3.6k)

✎ apartment 370 - enemies to lovers!au, neighbors!au, fluff (3.0k)

✎ heart shaped - established relationship, comfort, fluff (2.5k)

✎ bees knees - fluff, best friends to lovers (1.7k)

✎“I like you, like like you like you." - college students au, fluff (1.3k)

✎ fellow associate - outgoing reader, mentions of alcohol, fluff (1.2k)

✎ as it was - angst, brother's best friend (1.2k)

✎ good - yandere, drugging (1.1k)

≡;- ꒰ °yeonjun ꒱

✎ seasons - college!au, angst, break up, taehyun fluff (16.5k)

✎ candy hearts - childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst (10.5k)

✎ fairytales schmairytales - fluff, strangers to lovers (8.1k)

✎ spurred on - cowboy!yeonjun, fluff, suggestive (8.1k)

✎ how to fall back in love with yeonjun - enemies to lovers (7.4k)

✎ angel or devil - strangers to lovers, fluff, skippable smut (7.1k)

✎ limelight - fluff, some angst, richboy!yeonjun (4.4k)

✎ say goodnight and go - fluff, best friends to lovers (3.2k)

✎ no pressure - friends to lovers, fluff, some angst (3.1k)

✎ hit me with your killshot - thriller, fantasy, demon!yeonjun (3.0k)

✎ it kills me - slight fluff, angst, best friends to lovers (2.5k)

✎ soulmates, i guess - soulmate!au, fluff, crack (2.2k)

✎ sober thoughts - best friends to lovers, fluff (2.0k)

✎ when my eyes are on you - bad boy x rich girl, fluff (2.0k)

✎ he careds - fake breakup, fluff, crack (0.8k)

≡;- ꒰ °beomgyu ꒱

✎ traces you left - hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, friends to lovers (14.3k)

✎ voices - soulmate!au, angst, fluff (14.2k)

✎ run 1 | 2 - angst, fluff, best friends to strangers to ??? (13.5k)

✎ the only exception - love at first sight!au, summer love (12.4k)

✎ idle town -  fluff, angst, small town!au, childhood friends!au (11.2k)

✎ fuck you, summer semester! - enemies to lovers, fluff (11.1k)

✎ till forever falls apart - angst, major character death (10.8k)

✎ tokyo - established relationship, fluff (10.6k)

✎ this love - regency!au, fluff, some angst (8.6k)

✎ somniferous confessions - fluffy mess, best friends to lovers (5.9k)

✎ old friend - angst, slight fluff (5.8k)

✎ i hate you because... - self promo lol, enemies to lovers, fluff (5.5k)

✎ yours truly - valentines, crack, cheesy, fluff (4.4k)

✎ how could you not know? - best friends to lovers, fluff, angst (4.4k)

✎ love, love - best friends to lovers, jealousy, fluff (3.7k)

✎ two slow dancers - idol!beomgyu, enstranged best friends (3.6k)

✎ our love in dandelions - soulmate!au, friends to lovers, fluff (3.0k)

✎ loving you is a losing game - angst, unrequited love (2.7k)

✎ hold my hand - fake dating!au, fluff (2.3k)

✎ the best thing that i got - best friends to lovers, fluff (2.1k)

✎ b. material - fluff, best friends to lovers (1.7k)

✎ whisker dimples - fluff, crack (1.5k)

✎ 9:00am - coffee shop!au, fluff (1.3k)

✎ addicted - toxic relationship, angst (1.2k)

✎ thursday's child has far to go - ex!beomgyu, angst (0.3k)

≡;- ꒰ °taehyun ꒱

✎ twenty three suns - fluff, angst, summer fling (15.1k)

✎ taking care - fluff, slice of life, sick fic (12.6k)

✎ when the ice begins to thaw - ice prince!au, fluff (10.4k)

✎ flame of love - greek god!au, fluff, angst (8.3k)

✎ little ice boy - fluff, established relationship, crack (4.5k)

✎ no. - angst, unrequited love (1.0k)

≡;- ꒰ °hueningkai ꒱

✎ big words - fluff, best friends to lovers (4.0k)

✎ bookstore girl - strangers to lovers, fluff, college!au (1.2k)

✎ it was always you - fluff (0.6k)

note: take a quick guess on what my favorite trope is (impossible!!). that aside, im sorry for the lack of fics for maknae line, its so hard to find any let alone good ones. so, sorry :( but, i'll update this as i read more and hopefully there'll be a larger selection for tyunning!!

#txt series #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt oneshots #txt x you #txt fic #txt fic recs #kpop fic recs #beomgyu fic #beomgyu ff #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu oneshot #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun angst #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun x you #soobin fluff #soobin angst #soobin fanfic #soobin x reader #soobin oneshot #yeonjun oneshot #taehyun oneshots #taehyun fluff #hueningkai fluff

[teewritessmth]

Him as your possessive best friend

(Niko Omilana x f! reader)

Warnings : Yandere behavior, mentions of obsessive behavior, indirect stalking

Summary : Headcannons of Niko as your possessive best friend.

Bsf! Niko who always greets you with a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Bsf! Niko who has your location for 'safety purposes' but just wants to make sure you're not with sketchy people. If he thinks that is likely the case, he'd make up some excuse to make you come to his house NO MATTER how busy he was. Nothing is more important than you.

Bsf! Niko who thought thrice about introducing a few certain friends of his to you, fearing you'd take more interest in them than him.

Bsf! Niko that hugs you tenderly whenever your ex boyfriend is in the vicinity, he just wants them to know that they'll never be as close to you like Niko is. Your hair smells so sweet as well, it's a 2 in one!

Bsf! Niko that would wordlessly give you one of his T-shirts whenever you went to his place. How can you blame him, you look so adorable in the baggy tee and your messy bun.

Bsf! Niko that purely had a girlfriend cause you were dating someone just so he'd have one more thing in common to talk about with you.

Bsf! Niko that dumpee the girl shortly after you broke up with your boyfriend.

Bsf! Niko that knows he can go the extreme length for you, but a pretty soul like you deserves it anyway. So why waste time and second guess such things?

Bsf! Niko that often forgets half the things he wants to say during a beta shoot purely because he got lost in your eyes.

Bsf! Niko that might be the most likely to get the law involved if there's any disruption from either one of you two's pasts.

Bsf! Niko that would stop eating/sleeping if you two ever got into an argument, he can't imagine himself without you.

Bsf! Niko that goes quiet whenever you mention your exes or any current partners.

Bsf! Niko that makes sure to take extra care and make himself look nice (He always does anyways)

Bsf! Niko that mumbles the sweetest of words against your lips when you kiss him for the first time.

Bf! Niko that can finally start planning the perfect proposal for you, you were always his to begin with after all! He just loves you so so much.

Bf! Niko that holds you to his chest every night, thankful that he now finally had his place in your heart.

#betasquad #niko omilana #sharky #chunkz #king kenny #ajshabeel #betasquad x reader #uk youtubers #niko omilana x reader #sharky x reader #king kenny x reader #chunkz x reader #aj shabeel x reader #ukyt

[colourstreakgryffin]

Heyoo-! Can I request Yan! naoya for a reader who is like Julie joyful from welcome home? (+ bsf! gojo is like Barnaby from welcome home-!) Thank you for your time!! 💗💗

-💗💗 anon

Aaah. I don’t know who that is but I guess I got the power of google on my side, hey, hehe! And also, another Naoya fan! I cannot believe that he has fans with how horrible he is

Yandere! Zen'in Naoya

Naoya didn’t realise until now that he loves women that are upbeat and silly. He fell for you on the spot when he saw you with Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru

Naoya eventually gets closer to you, pushing past your friends rather passive-aggressively and treating you like you’re undead Royal. He just can’t help himself, he needs to be around you constantly

He develops a mind-destroying obsession over you and your personality. He has never met anybody as beautiful as you and he can’t lose you to anybody like your friends so his obsession corrupts him as a whole

Naoya is very angry, irritable and vile to everybody, other than you, where he is as sweet as candy and as gentle as a kitten. He is quite touchy and protective alongside his switchcard character. He is nice to you but mean to everybody else

He won’t let a single breathing human being touch you at all as he clings to you constantly and he is ready to throw hands whenever he feels is needed. You’re his and only his, those incompetents can’t even look in your direction

The way you’re always ready to play and Naoya simply adores it. You’re so cute and your playful nature is something he wants to protect to the best of his ability. He also loves joining in as to not break your heart

He does hate Gojo and Geto a lot for how quickly they have your attention and affection. He is a member of the Zenin clan, he has everything a simple-minded woman could ever want but you don’t view him the way he wants you to and it frustrates him

Naoya wants more than anything to kill Gojo and Geto but he just simply can’t. Both are too powerful for him to handle, and it’ll hurt your heart so reluctantly, he grits his teeth through seeing them when he is around you. Whatever, you like them and you’re happiness is important to him

Naoya is very controlling and tries to directly force you into avoiding your friends. They’ll both ignore and forget about you, just get rid of them before they break your heart. He is even more manipulative and with his sly silver tongue, he can make you spend more time with him

Your cute childish demeanour has Naoya’s heart in a ironclad grip and he doesn’t plan to allow anybody make you let go of that. They’ll grovel at his feet before that happens

#jujutsu kaisen #sorcery fight #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk sorcerers #zenin naoya #naoya zenin #jjk naoya #sorcery fight naoya #anime and manga #headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere romance #yandere #yandere headcanons #zenin boy #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader

[villainbait]

hey, could u perhaps write chrollo with a kurta reader? could be yandere if u feel comfortable writing that. reader could hate him bc they know or not, its up to you. they could also be affiliated with Kurapika in any way (bf, bsf, partner in taking down the PT, -close-friend) ty!

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Kurta Reader

Rating: 16+, SFW (mostly).

CW: yandere!chrollo, yandere behavior, bondage, drugs, reader was drugged, implied torture, jealousy, kurapika mentions, reader is a kurta

I- Man, anon I am so sorry. This ask has sat, haunting my inbox for almost two years. I have had this piece written for about as long but never finished. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to write it, how to piece it together into something I was happy enough with. Then the hyperfixation faded and I generally forgot about it until recently. I do not know if you will see this, but if you ever come back and check, I hope you know I'm deeply sorry and I genuinely hope that the wait is worth the short fic I offer to you.

Where are you? Are you okay? Is what they’re saying true, were you really seen with HIM? 

You ignored the first text, then the second text questioning if you were alive, but it is the subsequent third text that grated on your nerves. Staring at the last and perhaps most damning text, you turn your phone on silent before pocketing it. While it was comforting to know that you weren’t the only surviving member of the Kurta clan, it sometimes could be smothering with how needy Kurapika could be towards you. 

But he can’t know. 

He can’t ever know you’re in love with Chrollo Lucilfer, the man responsible for the death of your clan. 

Just like Chrollo can never know you have survived. He must never know. 

The soft stroking of fingertips along your jaw jolts you awake and you instinctively find yourself pulling at your bonds. You were surprised to find yourself in this situation, but more surprised as you cast an uncertain gaze at the man who was stretched out next to you like a lazy panther; totally at ease despite your own discomfort. 

“Good morning.” His voice drips saccharine richness and you know you’re in trouble. “I don’t want to play, Chrollo.” You tug uselessly at your bonds. “Let me go.” Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much earlier at the restaurant, thinking back to how embarrassed he looked when you had slid your foot between his thighs. His words bring you back to the present and you blink owlishly up at the raven haired man you called your lover. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone is veiled with barely concealed condescension and it makes you wince in shame as you watch Chrollo forced to play the villain. You had immediate regrets about your earlier antics when you had teased him mercilessly before and during dinner, but it was too late now. Your frame trembled with trepidation, fear sluicing through the haze of whatever drug he had fed you during your dinner date earlier. 

Not that you knew you had been drugged, thinking you had had too much wine with dinner.

He slides on top of you, straddling you with ease and you grow increasingly panicked as he traces your face with surprising gentleness. There’s something incredibly off about him and you realize for once, Chrollo Lucilfer is genuinely angry. 

“Not that it matters what you want,” he stated matter-of-factly when you decided not to answer and his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before sliding an index finger across your neck; the fur on his coat sleeve tickling your skin. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” His lifeless silver eyes shift downward and you squirm uncomfortably. The rope with which he had bound your wrists was starting to chafe. Pushing the pain from your mind, you briefly consider the option of fighting him but quickly abandon the idea as you realize the futility of it; knowing he would catch you faster than you could ever hope to escape. Instead, you attempt to reason with him. 

“What do you-” 

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” He interrupts you and the first hint of anger seeps through his normally aloof demeanor. It felt like cold water had been dashed over your entire body and you froze. Clearly perplexed by his leading question, you rack your mind quickly and try to figure out what gave it away. It couldn’t have been your traditional kurta garb, so similar to Kurapika’s since no one aside from the two of you knew your people’s clothing by sight. It was how the two of you had found each other in the first place, a happenstance passing that turned into a macabre reunion of sorts. It was also, consequently, how you ended up interested in the Phantom Troupe’s boss. For all of Kurapika’s righteous vitriol about the Phantom Troupe, you had a difficult time believing Chrollo Lucilfer and his merry band of spiders could and had committed such atrocities. 

Perhaps you would never know the depths of their malice, or the depths of their reasoning. All you knew is that Chrollo had captivated you from the start yet here you laid, being accused of fraternizing with another man when the only one on your mind was him. So, you hold your breath and say nothing, offering what you hoped was a blank stare to the only man you’ve ever had romantic feelings for. 

You only prayed you were right in your assumption and that he hadn’t found the truth of your secret. 

“You spend far too much time with another man when you belong to me. Do you understand, y/n? You’re mine and I don’t like when other people try and take what belongs to me.” So you were right and he didn’t know you were a Kurta, which perhaps made this situation worse. It’s on the tip of your tongue to utter the classic ‘It’s not what you think’ line, before thinking better of it. Even if it was in fact not what Chrollo thought at all, he wouldn’t believe you. You should’ve known better than to give into Kurapika’s desire to have a kinsman nearby, for him to feel like he wasn’t utterly alone in this world. Yet you couldn’t help it anymore than you could help your feelings for Chrollo, which is what had gotten you into this mess. 

Still, you can’t help but sigh at the absurdity of the situation. That makes Chrollo’s eyes narrow in suspicion and annoyance, but you took a little satisfaction in the fact you made his facade crack. Your arms grow slack in their bonds and you sag in relief but you cannot stop the patronizing smile that graces your face with your next words. 

“That’s my cousin and you could’ve just asked me. This,” you shook your arms for emphasis, feeling like a frantic little caterpillar underneath Chrollo. “Was entirely unnecessary.” Chrollo laughs incredulously, but his words are tinged with disbelief. “Oh, is that all he is to you? How silly of me,” he pauses here for dramatic effect, and you realize he’s not smiling at all. “Not to merely ask you if you were having an affair.” Your head tips to the side as you contemplate why his melodramatic act seemed to have rocketed up the crazy scale. This side of Chrollo was senseless, and for the first time you wonder if he’s truly acting. 

Or, you thought with growing trepidation, were you finally seeing a peek behind the curtain? 

“My dear,” Chrollo croons and he leans in close, too close to your face. You show Chrollo your cheek but he shucks your chin roughly and squeezes your jaw hard enough to elicit a small pained noise from you, annoyed that you would look away from him. Forcing you to look back up at him, he leans close enough for your lips to brush against one another.  

“I will get the truth from you, one way or another. We have all night, you see, and where we are now no one can hear you scream.” His voice dropped an octave, sounding almost excited for what was to come. Your heart drops into your stomach like a stone and you try to fight your bonds in earnest now but it’s useless as Chrollo presses a hard kiss to your lips before releasing your smarting chin. A smile blossoms upon his lips but it’s cold, as cold as the rumored Phantom Troupe leader himself. 

“Shall we begin?” 

#chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo #my writing #fanfiction #hxh fanfic #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter fanfiction #chrollo x you #yandere chrollo #chrollo x y/n #sad goth husband #drabble #headcanon #chrollo with a kurta reader #chrollo hc

[yxami]

Aaaaa I’ve been having too many ideas for nsfw stuff, I didn’t mean to write so much with this one but oh well

Imagine you’re at a party with your best friend, he’s always been there through thick and thin, maybe you do have feelings for him but you’ve never once spoken up about them or even hinted at it other than a few goofy smiles on your face every-time he complimented on how you looked.

It’s impossible to even try to speak up! Especially with his bitchy girlfriend who seemed to have it out for you since day one, even though you’ve never given her any reason to worry.

That’s why you tried distancing yourself, well, tried to.

Here he was, bringing you to a party and insisting the two of you had to go and hang! You haven’t accepted any of his offers in weeks..! He was practically dying to just pop up in your house and force a hangout. The two of you were always so close after all!

So you caved, following him around in a party, it wasn’t even your environment but you decided that you weren’t going to be grumpy. You shouldn’t have completely shut him out anyways.

You held onto his hand as he led you through the busy crowds of young adults, many with red cups that must be containing strong alcohol, that would be the only reason why so many pairs of strangers were shamelessly making out.

He took you to an empty room, wanting privacy to have a chat even though a house party was hardly appropriate for a serious conversation. He just wanted to see if you were doing okay before getting drunk.

“So? Why have you been ignoring my calls and texts?” He pouted, closing and locking the door, you were glad the house had many rooms to hide in but now this didn’t seem like a thing to be glad about.

“cause.. y’know?” You looked up at him as you sat on the bed, hoping he wouldn’t make you verbally say it, his disapproving look just made you mirror his slight frown before sighing. “Cause, your girlfriend. She doesn’t like me y’know? I dunno why..” You declared your innocence.

Even though your guilty conscious told you that she had reason even if she had no proof or sights of it. You liked him. You had a big fat crush on him.

“What? Is she being a bitch to you? I’ll break up with her if she is” He let out a sigh of relief, he thought he did something majorly wrong, he was glad that it wasn’t something bad. He could get rid of his girlfriend in the matter of seconds if you so asked.

Only reason he got with her was because he needed to distract himself from his growing obsession with you. It was to the point where he wanted to be with you, every moment in each day. He couldn’t get enough of the time the two of you spent together. He became greedier and greedier with each week passing.

It started around 2 years ago and it was probably unhealthy, but he couldn’t stop himself so he decided on distracting himself instead of addressing his feelings.

“Nono, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get in-between the two of you” You had a worried look on your face, you didn’t want him to ruin his happiness just for yours. He was a devoted best-friend but to do that to himself and his relationship was being too loyal.

His blissful personality and morals was probably what made you like him so much in the first place.

“You’re not getting in between anything, honestly she’s been such a jealous bitch with everybody, I should’ve known she would try something with you” His fists clenched then relaxed, leaning in to reach for your face.

“I really care about you..” He held the side of your face, speaking like a lovesick boyfriend, it caused your face to heat up, he obviously didn’t mean it that way! Stop blushing stop blushing! Please stop!

He smiled when he saw how flustered you looked, finding some amusement out of such a serious talk.

“Why are you so red? Are you gonna finally confess your feelings for me?” He giggled, his teasing tone dancing around like nothing mattered other than you.

“Shut up!” You practically whined out.

“I just.. didn’t expect you to say that” You pushed his face from being so close to yours, turning to deflect the increasing tension. You really didn’t predict him to catch you off guard enough to tease even further.

“Awe, cmon lemme see that face of yours” He cooed, leaning towards you to see how you looked. You slightly pushed him with a playful laugh escaping your lips but he was determined to see the beautiful look on your face. The two of you pushed and pulled until a slip of the arm cause you to fall back with him on top of you.

Your chest rose up quickly and then slowly back down. He almost mimicked your quick breathing. He grinned at how you looked under him, needing no words to fluster you any further.

“Stop teasing me so much, you know it works everytime” You mumbled, looking away. He softly turned your face to view his, practically begging with his eyes for something you knew you wanted as well.

The way your eyes darted to scan his face before closing your eyes and pulling him towards you only excited him to greater lengths. He cupped the side of your face while he pushed his lips against yours, the heat between the two of you growing more and more.

Until the two of you gasped for air between each deep kiss shared. He put you in his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed. You leaned towards him, working your tongue inside of his mouth as he did to yours. His arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you close when he needed it. You arched with his touch on you, almost instinctively.

As you fumbled with his belt, he stood up, bringing you to the soft carpet as he helped undo his belt, you sat on your heels before shifting your weight on your knees, looking up at him with nervous eyes at his boxers showing his obvious erection.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I don’t want to do anything you wouldn’t be okay with” He pat your head, soothing the nerves you had, it practically seemed impossible not to. You loved him way too much to stop.

“I want to” You mumbled, feeling a little shy but slid down his boxers to reveal his cock. “I want to do this with you” You clarified, his cock pressing against your cheek as you rubbed it up and down with your hand.

He wanted to melt at the sight of how cute you looked, looking up at him, your puppy dog eyes filled with love and anticipation. He could die happy if he saw this view everyday.

You continued the forward and back movement as you tightened your grip, gaining the courage to lick his tip, he seemed to relish the feeling but the sensitivity made him look away with lustful blush on his face. He covered his heated face with the back of his hand, looking down at you with a shaky smile.

You knocked the breath out of his lungs when you put him inside your mouth, whimpering against the size that almost suffocated you for a second before you relaxed and started sucking him. He felt like his self control was slipping through his hands like sand. There was no way he could survive tonight without fucking you until all you could say was his name, and his only.

“Please don’t make that face” He whimpered out, trying to stop himself from thrusting forward into that sweet warm mouth of yours. “It’s too much, you’re gonna make me lose it” His large veiny hand brushed through the hair on the top of your head.

A muffled giggle escaped your mouth, your lips still wrapped around his cock as you sucked and licked every area you could. Even though it just started he could feel his thighs become jello already. He softly thrusted himself inside, trying to be as gentle as he could with his patience. He's had enough trouble over the years trying to keep himself from obsessing over you like the last drop of water in a desert.

“Fuck I love you, I can’t get enough of you” He groaned under his breath, feeling your throat tighten around his cock, he can’t even imagine the feeling of your hole doing the exact thing but suffocate him even more than now. He could feel himself losing it as your tongue still moved around to lick every spot you could reach.

His grip on your hair tightened, thrusting becoming more insistent. You pressed your hands against his thighs as you tried focusing on taking every inch available. He cooed sweet compliments as you moaned with his cock sliding against your cute little pink tongue.

“You look so pretty, so good, can you feel my dick twitching against your tongue? How I grasp onto your hair while I fuck your mouth. God.. you’re so good” He rambled, trying to praise you while the pleasure overwhelmed him.

He attempted to shove his cock as deep as possible, letting you salivate over the feeling of him using your mouth until his cock trembled for the last time against your tongue just to fill your senses of his cum. You could taste it, smell it, feel it. It was addicting how bittersweet it tasted.

You coughed once he slipped out of your mouth, swallowing his seed before he brought you up into his lap, sitting on the soft bed draped with blue sheets.

“You’re amazing baby, I’d do more with you but I don’t want your first time be here. When we get home I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow” He was already hard thinking about all the positions he could put you in.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #taken male yandere #or is he? #yandere x reader #flirty yandere #yandere Drabble #yandere ideas #yandere friend #yandere bsf #bsf yandere #yan bestfriends #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere bestfriend #yandere best friend

[ultrone]

𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

i only write for young nat. she’s +18 in all smut content.

click here to see yellowjackets masterlist.

⋆ ꉂ one-shots — 2k+ wc

hunting lessons : post-crash — nat teaches you how to hunt.

black star : pre-crash — nat and you hate each other, and it's starting to annoy the rest of the team. so, they decide to forge an intervention by locking y'all up in a room together.

under the pale moonlight : post-crash — after the crash, your friends with benefits arrangement with nat takes an unexpected turn. the two of you become inseparable, seeking solace in each other's company and ignoring the past that tied the two of you together—will the feelings you once concealed resurface, or remain hidden under the surface?

all eyes on you — jealous!perv!nat spies on u through the gym’s surveillance cameras and gets jealous of lottie.

⋆ ꉂ drabbles — 1k to 2k wc

spider lottie x black cat nat x ordinary reader : au

settle down

⋆ ꉂ blurbs — wc less than 1k

soft make-out sesh with nat : pre-crash

nat comforting you late at night

mean girl lottie and bsf nat

⋆ ꉂ headcanons — bulletpoints

dating nat scatorccio : pre-crash

her reaction to being jealous, simping and angry

yandere nat scatorccio : pre-crash to post-crash

drummer!gf!nat : au

older sister nat : pre-crash or modern au

nat scatorccio with soft princess-like gf

vampire!nat

fuckgirl!nat / fuckgirl!nat falling in love w reader

protective!nat x pregnant!reader

⋆ ꉂ tags

nat scatorccio thoughts — contains every ask i’ve answered that is related to her.

#nat scatorccio masterlist #natalie scatorccio masterlist #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x you #nat scatorccio x y/n #natalie scatorccio oneshot #nat scatorccio oneshot #nat scatorccio headcanons #natalie scatorccio x y/n #natalie scatorccio x you

[yandere-writer-momo]

i have a cute hc platonic yan dorian idea

Imagine reader is baki's bsf. Reader and Dorian meet up with each other and they both grew bond found family in each other.

Just funny how would it be when Reader wants to introduce Baki to Dorian but reader doesn't know Dorian's real identity and Reader casually introduce dorian to him

"Baki, meet pops. He is the one im talking about"

reader is just : 😊 while baki is like : 😦

Dorian is such a cute little old grandpa after the fight with Retsu so I’m head canoning him as the after effect. So we’re continuing from my last head canon as you being friends with Dorian even after his accident… with a side of yandere platonic Baki

Here’s some food @doriansear

Yandere Baki Head Canons

Being friends with Dorian (continued)

You bring Baki to the psyche ward with you to meet the lonely, old man you befriended at your maid cafe job.

“Dolly!” Baki almost punched Dorian in the face when the old man came hurtling toward you to hug your legs, just like a child. What the hell?!

Baki would be shocked to stay the least when you introduce Dorian to him. Baki immediately gets into a defensive position as you shriek at him. “Dorian is mentally handicapped, how could you do that?”

Baki is she’ll shocked to say the least to find out you’re friends with an ex convict but Baki can tell that there’s not a thought behind Dorian’s blue eyes.

Baki observes your interactions with the handicapped man and he relaxes. It’s insane to him how a convict with a reputation like Dorian is now reduced to the mind of a child… it’s sad. Baki almost feels bad for him. Almost

Baki is a little jealous of how much you dote on the giant man. How come you don’t dote on him like that? You always jokingly call Baki your little brother so why don’t you bring him candy?

You read a picture storybook to Dorian as the older man laughs and claps his hands. It’s like you were taking care of a little kid. It’s warmed Baki’s heart but at the same time, he was jealous

Baki watched as you played patty cake with Dorian and you gifted Dorian new clothes for his doll. It was like Dorian was your little brother Baki was your little brother

After the two of you left, Baki turned to you and asked if you had any candy left. Baki wanted you to spoil him too… just let him be your little brother. Stop giving your attention to a man who didn’t even know who he was anymore…

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere baki #yandere fic #female reader #baki #baki dou #grappler baki #baki headcanons #Dorian baki #Kaioh Dorian #kaiou Dorian #baki hanma x reader #angst #yandere platonic #yandere x reader #yandere x you

[8myass]

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‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ 8myass main (nct) masterlist ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ +:ꔫ:﹤ side masterlists: riize, seventeen, stray kids, txt, (g)i-dle, aespa, blackpink, itzy ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ m - mature, f - fluff, s - suggestive, a - angst ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ｗａｙｖ　映ゾ気. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ｑｉａｎ　ｋｕｎ　ハヮ扱. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｄｏｎｇ　ｓｉｃｈｅｎｇ　オュば. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｗｏｎｇ　ｙｕｋｈｅｉ　ル ア. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｘｉａｏ　ｄｅｊｕｎ　内移猿. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｗｏｎｇ　ｋｕｎｈａｎｇ　げ河ゐ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ smiles [yandere!idol!dery] a, m ｌｉｕ　ｙａｎｇｙａｎｇ　扱竹よ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｏｔ７　ぎ穏生. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ｎｃｔ　ｄｒｅａｍ　悦にナ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ｈｕａｎｇ　ｒｅｎｊｕｎ　ソ誕ド. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｌｅｅ　ｊｅｎｏ　クのぺ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｌｅｅ　ｄｏｎｇｈｙｕｃｋ　ぽレカ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ hate sex {req} [enemy!hyuck] a, m ｎａ　ｊａｅｍｉｎ　ツ越゠. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ camera [yandere!jaem] a ｚｈｏｎｇ　ｃｈｅｎｌｅ　悪為な. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｐａｒｋ　ｊｉｓｕｎｇ　゠ーぜ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ restraints [yandere!ji] a, f all your fault [yandere!ji] a ｏｔ７　ぎ穏生. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ｎｃｔ　１２７　キ鉛バ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ｌｅｅ　ｔａｅｙｏｎｇ　握猿何. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｍｏｏｎ　ｔａｅｉｌ��英偉め. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｊｏｈｎｎｙ　ｓｕｈ　あヺも. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｎａｋａｍｏｔｏ　ｙｕｔａ　ヶ営ぷ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｋｉｍ　ｄｏｎｇｙｏｕｎｇ　れフ永. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｊｅｏｎｇ　ｙｏｏｎｏｈ　化ゴ尉. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ sunshine {part of jae's bday event} [stalker!ex-bf!jae] a, f "soft" bf texts {↑} f, m sweetheart {↑} a, f valentine {↑} a egotistical {↑} a, m ｋｉｍ　ｊｕｎｇｗｏｏ　の怨が. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｍａｒｋ　ｌｅｅ　可ッ科. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ caretaker [bsf!mark] f ｏｔ９　緯フ浦. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ｎｃｔ　ケ炎エ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ｏｔ２１　ゑりリ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｏｔ２３　わザア. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

ｓｅｒｉｅｓ　エラ嵐. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｈａｒｄ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ　のハヒ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｓｏｆｔ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ　イ縁緯. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｈｅａｄｃａｎｏｎｓ　艶委ゆ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet! ｄｒａｂｂｌｅｓ　ータイ. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ nothing here yet!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

#nct jaemin #nct fic #nct hard hours #nct fanfic #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct u #nctzen #nct #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 2023 #nct angst #nct dojaejung #nct dream fake texts #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream smut #nct dream smau #nct dream x reader #nct fake texts #nct fluff #nct haechan #nct imagines #nct jaehyun #nct jeno

[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [mark lee]

Toxic! (yandere ish) possessive/jealous! bsf!Mark x nerd! innocent!reader, hints of Jaemin x reader. Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, inappropriate behaviour, MDNI, there will be smut in other parts First part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Word Count: 1.1k Summary: Your best friend Mark doesn't like it when you go out on a date. © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Who did you go on that date with?” Mark's voice was tinged with impatience. You paused, your attention torn between the problem sheet in front of you and his probing question.

“Seriously, Mark? Now’s not the time.” Your voice was weary, the familiar topic weighing on you.

“Look, Y/N, we’ve been inseparable since we were kids. I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me everything.” His voice softened, his desperation evident. There was always a buzz of curiosity about you, mainly because dating was never your focal point. Your peers saw you as a diligent student, so engrossed in academics that romance was a distant thought.

Taking a deep breath, you met his eyes. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But promise you won’t overreact.” You knew Mark all too well. Over the years, you'd come to understand Mark's protective streak. It wasn't just about keeping suitors at bay; it was deeper than that. He was ever-present, casting a watchful eye over anyone who tried to get close. Sometimes, you wondered why you tolerated his constant presence, but a part of you appreciated the bond you two shared. After all these years, he stuck to you like glue.

“I went out on a date with Jaemin last friday when you were on your way back from Canada. He took me to his favorite café. That’s all.” you blurted out. For a moment, the room felt still, the weight of your words settling between you.

“I was just curious, you know.” he murmured, his gaze drifting to your lips. “I was away for two damn weeks and you’re already looking to replace me.” Confusion clouded your eyes as you met his gaze. A tangible hint of betrayal was evident in his expression. You could sense the tension building between the two of you. “Mark, don’t say it like that. You know that you’re irreplaceable to me.” The pain in his eyes was unbearable, and you wished you could take back your words. Regret surged through you for having shared that piece of information with him.

“I’ve come to realize that… I don’t even like him in that way. We're just planning to hang out as friends, that's all.” Even as the words left your lips, you knew Mark could see through them. That was a blatant lie, a desperate attempt to make the situation better. You’ve had a crush on Jaemin for ages, and you never expected him to ask you out. 

“Jaemin is the complete opposite of you. He’s too cocky and you’re very naive. He doesn’t deserve you.” A shadow of disappointment crossed Mark's face, his intense gaze making it difficult for you to meet his eyes.  

“You shouldn't surround yourself with people like him. He won’t ever be your true friend. Why isn't just having me in your life enough for you?“ A tear slowly fell from your eye out of sheer distress. The last thing you wanted was for Mark to feel undervalued. In truth, he meant more to you than words could express. No one knew you like he did. He would do anything for you. You did not deserve him. 

“I’m sorry, Mark,” you whispered. Gently, he cradled your face in his hand, brushing away the tear with his thumb. 

“You’re so pretty when you cry.” he murmured, his face moving closer. Just as your lips were almost brushing against each other, you turned your head, breaking free from his hold, refusing to give into whatever he desperately tried to manipulate you into. “You’re really hurting me, you know that, right?” he says in disappointment. 

"If by 'hurting you' you mean not letting you use this situation to manipulate me, then yes," you responded firmly, realizing the precariousness of the situation. The wetness of your tears was replaced by a steely resolve as you recognized the toxicity of his approach. “It’s both a blessing and a curse that we know each other so well” he smirked and continued to let silence fill the room for the next hour or two. 

"Did anything happen between you and Jaemin?" he asked, attempting to redirect the conversation and breaking the long comforting silence. “I bet he tried to kiss you.”

“No, I was too self conscious to let anything happen.” you responded, your pen moving steadily across your notebook, scribbling rounded shapes. 

“So you need someone you’re comfortable with. Someone you can fully trust.” he says in a husky voice while his hand grabs your thigh, slowly making moves up your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt. 

“Mark, don’t-'' you stop him. Placing both of your hands on his, pushing it away from moving dangerously close to your inner thigh. “Y/N, give me one good reason why we can’t continue this.” He grips onto your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. “We’ve been through this many times, Mark. I can give you a million reasons.” 

“You say a lot of things, Y/N” he whispers to you softly, closing the distance between the two of you once again. Mark is tired of hearing your nonsense. He is resentful of the confines of the title 'best friend' you assigned him. He yearns for you to see beyond those constraints, to envision a future with him. He desperately wants to be more than your friend, yet the fear of confessing and potentially losing you holds him back. It has been holding him back for years. 

“None of your reasons can explain the look you give me. I mean, you don’t look at someone like that unless you’re in love, right?” Your cheeks flush, taken aback by his ability to see right through you. Breathless, you find yourself entranced as his eyes flit between your lips and your gaze. His grip held your thigh so tightly, nails digging into your sensitive skin. 

“I’m scared, Mark. This feels weird.” you say while desperately trying to look away from him. Your attempts would ultimately fail as he brings his hand to cup your chin, forcefully turning your face to meet his. His intense stare is making you shake to your core. 

“The panic in your face does wonders to me” he says as he finally presses his lips onto yours, kissing you roughly. His endless passion pouring into the kiss made you swallow your meaningless innocent pleas in between kisses. You were unaware of the depth of his yearning, blind to the years of unwavering devotion he had silently offered you. He has been longing for you for way too long. His patience has run out. 

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[flwersgarden]

priscilla’s bsf + yandere elvis

note: i did this kind of fluffy and not so angsty, like the reader is a lil bit oblivious in this because i just need yandere elvis to love me rn - but! if you want an angsty ending, pls let me know! enjoy <3

there was this thing about elvis presley that drew you to him.

not just his good looks nor his fame.

it was the way he could charm you into anything.

you met elvis when priscilla introduced you to him. priscilla, your long time friend, wanted you to get along with him as she told you:

“ i want my best friend and my soon to be husband to get along! ” she said with a confident smile on her face.

you giggled, nodding your head. “ okay, 'cilla. ” she always got what she wanted though.

“ but remember to be quite careful when meeting him. he is shy and sometimes he gets quiet all of a sudden, don't try to force him to talk or anything like that. just be patient. ”

“ gotcha. ”

but for some reason, when elvis shook your hand and smiled at you, you couldn't see the shyness that priscilla told you about.

you saw a fire in his eye when he saw you, a love tone in his voice as he spoke to you, a gentle touch whenever he touched your lower back to show you Graceland. you were convinced this was how he treated everyone in his friend circle, probably he was very loving?

priscilla also noticed this but she convinced herself it was because you were her best friend and her choice of bridesmaid so elvis needed to be liked.

elvis knew both of you were wrong. but, he benefited from the doubt you and priscilla had.

he was convinced priscilla was the one.

when he met her in germany he was sure that she was the girl of her dreams. she was happy with her too, loving every single moment of the relationship. he was so convinced that he bought a ring for her.

but you came to save him from his fall of grace.

you, with your shiny eyes and glorious smile, beautiful you who came to visit. but you actually came to rescue him.

so why can't he return the favor?

he could see you were this small thing that could be broken by anyone who dared to do it, so fragile that even a wrong touch of his hand could destroy you. thank god he knew how to read you, if not you could've been broken.

the mere thought makes elvis cry.

he needs to be your protector.

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a knock on your door distracted you from your hobby, standing up before opening it. shocked that the man of the world is standing right in front of you.

“ mr. presley? ”

elvis smiled. “ it's elvis, dear. ” he looked behind you. “ may i come in? ”

“ uhm, sure! ” you smiled a bit, making yourself to a side so he could enter your small home

elvis looked around your house, smiling as he noticed how everything in it described you to perfection.

you, on the other side, were scared.

did you made a bad impression? did he hated you? did he came here to tell you priscilla doesn't want to be your friend anymore? that you're no longer the bridesmaid?

a few tears appeared in your eyes as you asked. “ m-mr. pr-esley? ”

elvis, without turning, interrupted you. “ elvis, doll, i know you can do it. ”

he wasn't saying it as mocking you but as reassurance.

“ el-elvis. ”

he turned. “ good girl. ” the smile he had fell at the sight of your glossy eyes, making his way to yours with his hands on your cheek. “ oh, baby, what's wrong? did i said something wrong? forgive me, i swear that wasn't my intention, doll, you know me. ” he continued to say as you just shook your head, clearly missing how delusional he sounded at the end.

“ n-o, it's not that, mr- elvis! ” you took a step back, the closed space made you feel weird.

elvis instead grabbed your arms, caressing them while looking at you.

“ i just got worried- is this a bad visit? did you came here to tell me some bad news? ”

elvis chuckled. “ no, doll. ”

he wanted to hit himself, of course you would think that, he should've hugged you on the first place, he should've brought a nice present — this is the first time he's invited to your house, he should've known.

“ it's my fault, i should've been more careful. ” he soothed you, cooing whenever he could see new tears forming in your eyes. “ what i came here to say is that i want you to move to Graceland. ”

you looked at him, confusion in your eyes. elvis could feel his breath taken away by how beautiful your eyes are.

“ huh? ” was the only thing you could muster making elvis laugh.

“ is that a good huh? or a bad one? ”

“ it's just-... i don't know what to say. ”

this was such a quick thing to do. you just met him and he is inviting you to live with him?

i mean, you've lived with priscilla for a bit in your life. when she got in trouble with her folks and you had to be with her in this type of country house she had. but that was a long time ago! and it was just you and her, now if you move with them, it would be elvis and her.

“ well, w-what does 'cilla think? ” you asked, looking at the ground with confusion still written in your face.

elvis' face hardened. “ don't worry about her. i invited you. ”

his harsh tone made you look up. “ but she is-. ”

“ don't. worry about her. ”

a warning tone was in the first word, making you take a step back. elvis noticed it, he was scaring you.

“ doll... ” he sighed. “ you don't want to disappoint me, do you? ” with pleading eyes, he came closer, you, in your trance, just stood in the same place. “ i mean, priscilla wants you in her life but i don't know if i will allow her that if you disappoint me. ”

you looked at the ground, his words hitting you straight where he wanted.

“ but-. ”

“ darling. look at me. ”

you did as he told you, his hands in your cheek again as yours held your arms.

“ i want you in my life as well. ” he tilted his head, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “ because i know that you're a good girl. ”

he kissed your nose. the small act of affection made you weak in your knees. it reminded you of the affection you father would give you after keeping his affair on secret.

“ my good girl. ” he whispered, looking at you.

you smiled. “ okay. ”

elvis smiled too.

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when you arrived to Graceland, a few weeks later, priscilla welcomed you with open arms.

“ oh my gosh, look at you! ” she smiled as she hugged you, you giggling.

“ hi, cilla. ” you kissed her cheek before letting her go.

a hard hand turned you to look at elvis, who was standing behind you.

“ hi, doll. ”

you smiled, hugging him.

after that encounter with elvis, you promised to never doubt his intentions. he seemed like such a nice gentleman, helping you and priscilla and always being there for the both of you.

priscilla would sometimes joke about you being his little sister the first day you got there.

“ he loves you so much, boo. ” priscilla said with the nickname he gave you (because you were someone so easy to scare).

“ i'm glad because i also love him. he makes you happy and that's enough for me. ” you smiled, kissing her head before the both of you started laughing.

you loved the time you and priscilla had now that you lived with her.

but you could sometimes see her facade dissappear.

like when she was a bit drunk and sat with you on the fireplace. in those nights she would rant to you about everything. but this particular night, she was more drunk than any other time.

priscilla sat in the living room with you, you in the big couch reading a book elvis gifted you for your birthday while she sat in the chair next to it.

“ i didn't wanted you here. ”

that makes your attention go to her immediately, your head snapping to her side.

“ what? ” you ask in a whisper.

“ i didn't wanted you to be here. ” she gave a pause after every word. so you could understand. “ i don’t want you here. ”

you just stayed quiet. the fireplace wood cracking was a background sound you would grow to resent.

“ he was so... so annoying when i told him i wanted Graceland to be for me and him only. but no, no, no. ” she moved her finger before pointing at you. “ cute y/n had to live here too. ”

“ cilla, wha-. ”

“ don't call me that. ”

you gulped, the book in your lap feeling heavier.

“ you don't get to call me that after stealing him from me. ”

you shook your head. “ what are you talking about? ”

“ him! elvis! ”

she started to sob at the mention of his name, her beautiful hair now messy as her makeup ran on her cheeks. tainting what was once a pretty face.

“ you said you would support me, you would be there for me. that you wouldn't get in my way. ”

“ i don't understand. ”

priscilla scoffed. “ of course you don't, you dumb girl. ” she turned to the fireplace. “ of course you don't. ”

you looked at your book, your fingers playing with the paper. you felt so confused, hurt and sad. what did you do? you couldn't remember a single moment where you and elvis did something that could make priscilla think that.

“ that's why he loves you. ”

you closed your eyes, shaking your head.

“ because you don't know anything. because you're fucking stupid. ”

you stood up, throwing your book to the floor before walking out and going up to your room.

priscilla just sighed before looking at the book. her jaw clenched.

for my little girl. — EP.

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you woke up to the sound of screaming.

“ you wanna leave?! ”

steps passing through your room.

“ i said what i said. ”

a gasp. then the steps stopped.

“ you fuck everything up, priscilla, you know that? everything. ”

“ fuck you. ”

a slap.

“ fuck you, you and your stupid fucking whores! ”

the steps began again, you sat in your bed as you put on a coat; not wanting to go out in just your nightwear.

“ priscilla, this is ridiculous! ”

“ and you also stole my best friend. ”

that made you stop all your movements. the movements outside also stopped.

“ you're delusional. ”

“ no! YOU ARE! ”

silence.

“ why couldn't you just love me? i love you so much it hurts to see you preferring her over me. ”

“ it's not my fault you weren't meant to be mine. you were just a way for me to find her. ”

you take a step back from your door. surprised at the cruelty in elvis' words.

“ fuck you. ” priscilla says with such a sad tone you could feel yourself tearing up.

a door gets slammed, you almost falling from the impact.

a sigh, steps and a door closed.

you, with an open coat, sit on the bed.

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after that, elvis leaves, not bothering to knock on your door, just leaving a note underneath it and leaving. when you hear the main door close, you quickly get up and grab the note.

doll, i'm going to the colonel's office for some business stuff.

please, do not hesitate to call if you need anything.

priscilla had to leave to see her family, don't worry about it.

love you.

and then his signature.

you laugh with no humor in it, the bluntness of his lie even written in paper amazed you.

tears forming in your eyes as you look at the third sentence of the letter.

why is he lying to you? did he actually went to search for her? to bring her back?

all those questions in your mind makes you race from your room to the bathroom, emptying your stomach in the toilet with tears sliding down your cheeks, your anxiety making you sweat.

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after throwing up and cleaning it, you find yourself packing your things, the night before and this morning made you reconsider every single thing you did wrong.

elvis just wanted to befriend you. and now because of you he lost priscilla.

you were so absorbed in your own thoughts you didn't hear elvis entering the house nor him walking up the stairs.

“ doll? ”

you scream before turning around, a hand in your chest while the other one held your suitcase.

“ elvis. ” you gasp his name.

he doesn't pay attention to that, his eyes fixed in your suitcase.

“ what are ya doing, doll? ”

you look at the suitcase for a few seconds before looking at him once again. sadness invading your heart once again.

“ i-... i want to evade this argument. i understand you don't want me here. ” elvis raises his eyebrows. “ it's because of me you lost the love of your life... it's because of me that priscilla left. ”

“ doll. ”

“ she told me how much you appreciated me and i took it for granted, i could've done more for your relationship with my friend as a form of gratitude but i was just so comfortable here, i stopped thinking about her happiness- and yours, of course, and i feel so guilty because now you weren't going to marry her-. ”

“ y/n. ”

that made you stop, your bottom lip trembling.

“ i'm sorry. ”

“ don't be. ”

he walked to you, grabbing your hands in his. your attention in his electrifying blue eyes.

“ you can't leave me. ”

you just frowned, confused.

elvis was quick to speak again. “ don't leave me alone. ”

your heart broke.

“ you don't want me to be here all alone, right? i mean. ” he grabbed your cheeks. “ priscilla left me... am i going to lose you too? ”

“ no, no! ” you sobbed, your hands in his chest. “ no, you won't lose me! God. ” you whisper the last name, sobbing harshly. “ i'm so sorry, elvis, i swear i didn't meant to ruin your happiness-. ”

elvis cooed at you, kissing your nose as he hugged you. “ i know, doll, i know. you wouldn't do that to me because you're my good girl. ”

you hugged him tighter, sobbing in his chest like little you holding his father when he had to leave after your mother found out about his affairs.

“ forgive me, please, i'm so sorry! ”

elvis shushed you, kissing your head before breaking the hug.

“ i forgive you if you make it up to me. ”

you immediately nodded.

priscilla hated you already, you were sure of it, you didn't want elvis to feel the same.

“ you can be with me. stay with me. ” he kissed your forehead, then your nose and then your cheek, whispering to your ear. “ because you don't want me to be alone. ”

you shook your head, hugging him with your arms around his neck. “ i won't, i promise, i will help you, i will always be here for you. ” you repeated the same things your father said when he walked out the door with your mother holding you back from running to him.

elvis smiled, hugging you with his arms around your waist.

“ then i forgive you, baby. ”

you sighed in relief.

“ i love you. say it back. ”

“ i love you. ”

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years passed and now you find yourself with elvis performing on the international while you sit next to jerry in the audience, wearing a beautiful dress that matched elvis' white suit.

“ we have some special guests today, folks. ” elvis says into the mic.

you clap along the audience before smiling.

“ first, the most important of 'em all. my beautiful girl, my wife. ” he opened his hand and held it to your direction. “ y/n presley. ”

you felt yourself grow shy as the audience clapped and whistled, waving to some of them as if you were royalty — which you kind of were, being the wife of the king of rock 'n roll —, giggling when elvis winked at you.

as the performance came to an end, you almost ran backstage, squealing when you found elvis.

“ doll! ” he exclaimed with joy in his eyes, opening his arms and running to you.

you opened your arms as well, laughing when he lifted you up, kissing you with so much passion you felt like passing out.

“ how was i? ” he asked after breaking the kiss, with his lips still close to yours, looking at your adorable flushed face.

“ amazing. wonderful. ”

“ good. ” he kissed you again.

and you wouldn't want it either way.

even ignoring the hard gaze of the colonel a few steps behind you and the concerned face of some of elvis' friend.

after all, elvis will protect you from anyone and anything. except himself.

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