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neobomb · 6 months

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

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! virgin! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. please read part 1 before reading this Word Count: 1.6k [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, unprotected sex, corruption kink, noncon, fingering, creampie, loss of virginity, MDNI, smut smut smut Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair bc it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name. donghyuk, hyuk and haechan are all haechan. for the one person who wished to be tagged: @got-sum-badhabits © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Please, Donghyuk, stop...” Haechan gently breaks the kiss, his eyes locking with yours in a tender gaze. His fingers delicately weave through your hair, brushing the strands that softly kiss your shoulders. Tears wells in your eyes as he tightens his fist in your hair, tugging harshly until you hiss through gritted teeth, your eyes looking up at him with the same innocence he is awfully familiar with.

“I stole your first kiss, didn’t I?” he says as his lips form a deranged smile. You find yourself in a state of paralysis, words eluding your grasp, unable to sculpt the sentence you so desperately seek. You muster all your willpower, attempting to dodge his lustful gaze by avertedly turning your head down.

“Too bad you can’t take it back now.” he says, yanking your head up, letting a loud intake of air grace through your lips. His hands make its way down your shoulders and up to your delicate throat, his thumb brushing the wounded areas marked by his fingerprints.

“It’s too easy.” he inspects his work on your throat, feeling how the skin gently rises as you gulp in nervousness. He is accustomed to your episodes of panic, especially when he would hold you up against your locker, but never had he seen it manifest quite like this.

“that I can just take your life away in a heartbeat if I wanted to.” His fingers intertwined tightly, securing a firm grip around your throat once again. He grins with delight as your eyes widen, your body shaking erratically from fear.

“God, you’re so pretty like this” he says, tightening his grip around your neck. “Even with your short hair you look so fucking pretty.” Despite his dislike for your decision to change your haircut to suit Jaehyun's tastes, your beauty remains undeniable. After all, it was your radiant beauty that drove him crazy, making him go to immeasurable extents to gain your attention. Even with your life in his hands at play, deep down, Haechan knows that you’re the one in control.

“Strip for me, baby” he whispers into your ears, making shivers travel down your spine. “If you want me to spare your life, you do as I say” he reminds you. You have no choice but to slowly bring your hands up to the collar of your shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. As your fingers graze the final button, a brief pause of hesitation halts your movements, but his tightening grip around your neck tells you to continue.

You let your white button-up shirt drop to the floor, leaving you in your slightly see-through lace bra that compliments your skin tone perfectly. His favorite, he thinks to himself. Haechan pauses, taking the opportunity to truly observe you up close—a contrast to the distant glimpses through your bedroom window he's been accustomed to until now. His dick becomes painfully hard at the sight.

You slowly bring your hands to your back, struggling to find the hook of your bra clasp. Without hesitation, Haechan moves swiftly, his free hand goes behind your back to undo your bra before you let it slip off of your shoulders and down to the floor. You feel awfully exposed in front of him. Instinctively, you bring your hands up in an attempt to shield your body from his gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, baby” Immediately, he brings your arms behind your back, locking them in place by your wrists. “Now, take off that skirt of yours without hiding from me.” he demands, releasing his grip around your wrists, letting you slowly push down your skirt and panties onto the floor in one swift move.

He pauses, allowing himself to fully appreciate the breathtaking view of your completely naked body. He makes sure to scan every inch of your body with his eyes, making sure to commit every detail to memory with deliberate care. The feeling of your body so close to his will remain etched in his mind.

“Perfect baby, you look so fucking perfect.” he whispers before stealing another lustful kiss from your lips, hand still around your neck until this very moment. With his free hand, softly cupping your clit, brushing one finger up and down until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You desperately try to muffle your moans into the kiss while pressing your thighs together from the discomfort.

“So pure, so untouched. All for me to destroy.” he whispers as his lips make their way down your body, ensuring that visible love bites mark every place his lips have visited. He releases his hands from your neck, restoring the rhythm of your breath to its natural, steady pace. To your relief, you’re no longer suffocating.

Just as his lips were almost brushing against your clit, you gather every shred of valor and prepare to voice your thoughts. “You’re a pervert” Your speech stumbles and gets trapped in your throat while your chest begins to heave with quick, irregular breaths at the realization of his actions.

“What a big mouth you got, baby girl?” he says, his eyes lift to meet yours, wide with astonishment. “I was about to go easy on you, baby. I wanted to make you cum with my lips.” Immediately, you regret ever saying those words, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing to simply vanish into nothingness.

“I won’t be gentle now” your eyes widen before he grabs you and pins you to your desk, leaving your ass up in the air for him to smack. For a moment, he stares at your naked ass, brushing his fingers over the red handprint he just made. He spits into your hole to lubricate it before leaning over you and lining his length up with your hole. Without any warning, he pushes his dick into you in one swift move. You sob, eyes tightly shut from the discomfort.

You feel tight, wet and warm around his cock. He can’t help but push until he settles balls deep inside of you, wanting nothing more than for you to feel every inch of him before he starts moving at an uncomfortable fast pace. He tips his head back to the ceiling, and moans your name.

“Fuck… Pussy so tight…” His voice was strained with arousal as your nails dig into your desk. Moans progressively loader as the speed of his thrusts increased. The contents of your desk cascade onto the floor as a result.

“Hyuk, it hurts…” you say in desperation. The sweetness in your voice gets him to rub circles on your clit, to which you force yourself to focus on rather than the constant painful stretch. His hips are still slapping into your ass loudly at a brutal pace, making you squirm below him. He is making it clear that he intends to show you no mercy. He wouldn’t be able to hold back even if he wanted to.

“Stay still.” he growls as he brings his hand from your clit to further press your upper body to the wooden surface of your desk. He feels your juices mixed with a hint of blood in a diluted reddish color, oozing out of you, coating his cock with every thrusts. Just from feeling your pussy pulse around him, he is certain of your growing ease.

“You want to be Jaehyun’s so bad, huh?” he hiss, knowing that his thrusts get sloppier. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess and you could do nothing but let him ram his dick into you. “What would Jaehyun think when he sees you beneath me like this?” he leans forward to tell you. Even though he is extremely close to reaching his own climax, he forces himself to keep the rhythm steady, determined to make you reach yours first.

“You’re mine. I’m gonna keep you like this forever.” he says. From the gratifying hum that just escaped your lips, he is convinced that you have surrendered to the thought. And with a few more thrusts, your eyes roll back as you grasp for something to ground you. He grabs a tight hold on your hips, nails digging into your skin to keep you from escaping your orgasm.

He watches you come undone, feeling your walls clam down on his cock. He can’t help but completely stand still, observing your trembling body. He leans down and whispers “Don’t move”.

You twist your head to catch a glimpse of him, your gaze awkwardly angled to the side. With each passing moment, his sense of relief grew, sensing your surrender. He could feel the weight of your defeat and the shame of realizing you were powerless against it. How pathetic, he thinks to himself.

“Look at you.” he growls as his hips start to move again, pounding his length in and out of you.

“I can break you so easily” He released a deep, guttural groan. Soon enough, you feel his cock twitch against your walls as he starts to fill you, making certain that his cum is securely pushed in the depths of your womb. Slowly, he pulls his softening dick out with such precision that not a droplet dares to spill out of you.

"You belong to me now" Haechan remarks, his smile carrying an unsettling edge, recognizing the helplessness in your eyes. The gleam of amusement in his expression was unmistakably genuine.

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

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yankpop · 9 months

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Yandere NCT Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes.

These are DARK/YANDERE works so READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning. I do not support any of these toxic behaviours.

Reader is always female.

DRABBLES/IMAGINES

◼ You say you hate him ( Mafia! Taeyong )

You tell you captor that you hate him and that was not a good idea.

◼ You try to break up ( Johnny )

Your attempt of breaking up with your boyfriend doesn’t go so well.

◼ He cheats on you (Jaehyun)

You catch your boyfriend Jaehyun cheating and try to leave him, but things take a surprising turn. (Requested)

◼ He meets you (Jisung)

Short and older Y/N (Requested)

◼ He breaks in (Haechan) + Part 2

Haechan gets tired of waiting for you, so he breaks into your apartment.

◼ Sweet moment (Shotaro)

Just a small sweet moment between you and Shotaro (requested)

◼ He’s an online stalker (Taeil) + Part 2

You have a very dedicated online stalker and he’s not going anywhere.

◼ Voyeur Yuta

Yuta has a thing for spying you from afar. (Requested)

◼ Hurting himself for your attention (Jeno)

You help out a friend who’s hurt by an accident, but little do you know that it was no accident.

◼ You go on a date with someone else (Jaemin)

Your best friend doesn’t take it lightly when you lie to him about going on a date with someone else.

◼ OT6 (Dream)

Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

◼ Overprotective during your pregnancy (Kun)

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

College Universe

◼ Bully Mark + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 4 + Part 5 + Part 6

Mark wants to take you to prom and he won’t take no as an answer (Requested)

◼ ?

REACTIONS/SCENARIOS

127

◼ You only speak English

◼ When you wear revealing clothes

Dream

◼ You fake being sick

◼ You lie to them

◼ You ask them for a pregnancy test

◼ You’re dating another member

◼ Forcing you to marry them

◼ Fake chats #1

◼ You curse at him (Make a wish unit)

◼ You’re on birth control (Make a wish unit)

◼ You hurt them to escape (Let’s play ball unit)

◼ You want to become an idol (Let’s play ball unit)

◼ You realize how toxic they are (90′s Love unit)

◼ Other member notices his yandere behavior (From Home Unit)

WayV

◼ Not wanting them to hold you

MTL (Most to Least)

◼ To kidnap you (Dream)

◼ To become controlling fast (Dream)

◼ To spoil his s/o (127)

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hydroyaksha · 1 year

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Soleil’s fic recs

EXO:

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

Kyungsoo- hogwarts! “Spellbound” @whimsical-ness

Sehun- X-EXO! “GREED” @/quokkacore

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

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

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

STRAYKIDS - [separate link]

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

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

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

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

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

Hyunjin - mafia! “Ice” @healinghyunjin

Hyunjin - mafia! “Not a stranger” @straywrds

OT8 - ABO! “No control” @cherryeol04

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

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

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

Lee know - hogwarts! “Green flames” @streetlight11

Jeongin - android! “Alive” @rainy-bangbeom

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

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

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

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

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

NCT:

OT23 - yandere! Cult! “Connect” @mymoodwriting

WAYV:

OT7 - yandere! “Awaken” @/mymoodwriting

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

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

NCT127:

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

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

Jaehyun - Dog hybrid! “Competitive spirit” @flowerboykun

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

Jaehyun - hogwarts! “Head over brooms” @sehunniepotwrites

NCT DREAM:

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

Haechan - yandere! “Inseparable” @mint-yoongi

Jaemin - athlete! “on the rebound” @lunena

Jaemin - “Crazy in love” @mayaflowerxs

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

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

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

Haechan - uni! “Learning languages” @tonicandjins

NCT TOKYO:

Sungchan - superhero! “Through the webs” @yutafrita

ENHYPHEN:

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

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

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

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

TXT:

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

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

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

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

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

BTS:

Taehyung - Android! “A human touch” @snackhobi

SHINee:

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

THE BOYZ

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

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fromyanderewithlove · 7 months

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TOP 10 FAMOUS YANDERE IN ANIME

When we watch anime, we encounter a rich tapestry of characters, each one embodying a specific archetype, a trait, or a stereotype. However, few character types have captured the imagination and morbid fascination of fans quite like the yandere. At first glance, they might seem like the ideal partner – loving, attentive, and utterly devoted. But, hidden beneath that veneer of affection lies a dark undercurrent of obsession, madness, and sometimes, violence. As we journey into the world of the yandere, tread lightly, for love here isn't just blind—it's often dangerous. Join us as we delve deeper into the psyche of some of anime's most iconic yandere characters, exploring the twisted love stories and the fine line between passion and possession.

1 Yuno Gasai from "Mirai Nikki" (Future Diary): Yuno's extreme love and obsession for Yukiteru Amano are central to the story.

2 Kotonoha Katsura from "School Days": Kotonoha's descent into madness due to her love for Makoto Ito is one of the most memorable aspects of the series.

3 Shion Sonozaki from "Higurashi no Naku Koro ni" (When They Cry): Driven to madness by her love for Satoshi Houjou.

4 Rena Ryuuguu from "Higurashi no Naku Koro ni" (When They Cry): While not a traditional yandere, her intense behavior, especially in certain arcs, qualifies her for the list.

5 Satou Matsuzaka from "Happy Sugar Life": Her obsession with Shio Kobe, a young girl she believes to be her one true love, defines her character.

6 Kurumi Tokisaki from "Date A Live": Her yandere tendencies are especially evident when she's around the protagonist, Shido Itsuka.

7 Ayase Aragaki from "Oreimo" (My Little Sister Can't Be This Cute): While more of a yangire (a character who snaps suddenly out of jealousy or irritation), her obsessive tendencies can't be ignored.

8 Kaede Fuyou from "Shuffle!": Once the truth about her past surfaces, her yandere nature becomes clear.

9 Misa Amane from "Death Note": Her obsessive love for Light Yagami and willingness to do anything for his sake place her in the yandere category.

10 Sekai Saionji from "School Days": Her actions, particularly towards the end of the series, reveal her yandere nature.

As we conclude our journey into the captivating realm of yanderes, it's evident that these characters are more than mere vessels of madness and obsession. They embody the age-old debate of how far one might go for love and at what cost. Their stories serve as cautionary tales, reminding us of the thin line between affection and fixation, devotion and domination. While the yandere archetype may be a product of fictional storytelling, their essence resonates with many, leaving an indelible mark on the anime community. We may not always agree with their methods or their motives, but the yandere's complex blend of love, fear, and fervor will continue to intrigue and haunt us long after the screen fades to black.

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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Yandere!JisungxGN!Reader (I wrote this with the reader being male in mind but I didn’t use any pronouns for the reader)

Also, I’m thinking about do a little challenge to force me to write more. My idea are fics of the dreamies based on the 7 deadly sins and maybe even the 7 heavenly virtues and both will be yandere. So yeah lol

Jisung scowled as he heard that word leave your lips.

Friend

Why did his heart stung whenever you would call him your friend?

He knew why though, it’s just that he didn’t want to admit it. He was too afraid to.

Love wasn’t something Jisung knew a lot about.

Mind you, he wasn’t naive.

He’s a very flirty guy and he took of advantage of his deep voice, good looks and his tall height to get whatever he wanted.

Yet when it came to you, you saw pass all of that.

Hell, you didn’t baby him like most even though you were only a year older than him.

You were different and he liked that.

But that’s the thing, he thought it was just a ‘like’ kind of thing, not a ‘love’ kind of thing.

Maybe he fell for you without even realizing it…

“Jinsung are you listening?”

“Y-yeah! Yeah.” He snapped out of his thoughts.

“Okay. Tell me what I was talking about.”

Jisung’s mind went blank as he stuttered over the phone causing you to laugh.

God… do your laugh always sound this beautiful?

He began laughing along with you out of embarrassment.

Was your laugh always this infectious too?

“I said that you should come to the museum with me next week. I wanna look at Ancient Greek artifacts.”

“Oh yeah. You’re majoring in Ancient Greek studies right?”

“Yeah.” And Jisung smiled as he heard the smile in your voice.

“I love my major a lot. I don’t know what job I’ll get with my degree but at least I’ll know a dialect of Ancient Greek by the end of it.” You laughed.

“Do you know what you can do with it?” He asked, leaning to where he was half resting on the wall and half resting on his bed.

“Oh, I do. I just don’t know what type of career I want yet.” You sighed. “I wouldn’t mind being an archivist or a librarian. I always wanted to be a librarian.” You chuckled.

“I’d go to the library if you were the librarian.” Jisung smirked.

“Is that so?” And he knew your eyebrows were raised and by your tone of voice, he knew you were about to poke a little jab at him.

“Well maybe I should become a librarian just so you can start reading more.” You laughed, causing Jisung to laugh once more.

“Oh? I gotta go. Eric is here.”

Jisung’s face contorted back into a scowl.

“I’ll talk to you later Jisung. Love you big head!”

“Love you too.” He sighed.

You hung up and Jisung took off his headphones and just stared at his phone, his grip on the device becoming tight.

What the fuck did Eric had the he didn’t?

Was it because he was muscular?

Handsome?

Jisung saw himself as handsome too but he had a boyish charm to his handsomeness while Eric was simply flat out of handsome, similar to how people saw Jeno.

If he could, he would mold himself into the man that you want just so you can want him…

Because he wants you.

But then a thought suddenly popped into Jisung’s mind.

If he wasn’t going to become the man that you want, well then he’ll just become that man that you need.

And that meant having to get your boyfriend out of the picture by any means necessary… without you finding out of course.

#yes you’re boyfriend is eric from the boyz cause I think he’s pretty handsome #and he was the first dude that popped into my mind while writing this #yandere jisung #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct dream x male reader #nct dream x reader #nct x male reader #nct x reader #jisung x reader #jisung x male reader #yandere park jisung #park jisung x reader #park jisung x male reader

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neonacity · 2 years

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NOCTURNE: RENJUN X READER | CHAPTER 3

PAIRING: YANDERE! RENJUN X READER

NOCTURNE: A DREAMY PIECE OF WORK RELATING TO THE NIGHT OR DARKNESS IN GENERAL.

“And what if… It is the villain you fall for? What then?”

Genre/Warnings: minor character death, yandere/manipulative Renjun, cheating, abusive relationship dynamics/marriage. Smut. Oral (M receiving), questionable consent—Renjun is an incubus here, so he influences people, but nothing is truly forced. Minors, do NOT interact.

This is the third part of my Dark Fairytale series with Dream’s 00 line and exists in the same universe as Haechan and Jaemin’s stories (links below). Please read the previous chapters to understand what’s happening.

> CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

Orphic | Haechan x Reader | Royalty!AU

Nighted | Jaemin x Reader | Vampire!AU

Summary:

Renjun’s nature has always given him assurance over one thing: that regardless of which century or lifetime he lives, he’ll never run out of love and affection from anyone he sets his desires on. As a Gancanagh—a fairy born to seduce and claim mortals—he was designed to be the object of lust and want of everyone, which is why it felt like the universe was finally punishing him when he finally came across the only woman he could ever want, but never have.

"You have a wonderful rose garden, Ma'm."

Your eyes lingered on the walls of the flowering bushes that towered over you as you wove through the sprawling hedge maze. You have heard of stories about the beauty that is the Huang manor before, but no carefully picked adjectives could have prepared you for the level of majesty that stretched now in front of you. Even the woman walking just a few steps ahead seems to fall perfectly in the beauty of the moment, her steps light and graceful as she led the way deeper into the heart of the garden. The lady gave a soft laugh in response to your wonder as her own gaze also touched the lush blooms she passed.

"The first few buds were a gift from the former King. They are the exact same roses that the castle still has in their garden. He gave it to our family when Yun was born."

Your attention snapped back to focus at the mention of that information. You have been so engrossed in appreciating the beauty around you that for a good moment, you have forgotten the knot of nervousness that has been weighing heavily on your stomach since you stepped foot into the grand manor. When you started your day, it absolutely did not cross your mind that you would be spending it doing impromptu portrait work for the High Lady of this house—the very matriarch of the Huang family herself. Your nerves were absolutely frazzled when you got the invite, but of course your mother was only far too elated upon knowing the piece of news. And while you aren't that clueless about the possible implications of this stretch of an offer—especially after the night of the masquerade ball—your assumptions only served to make you even more on edge about this interaction.

"It will be such a great honor to use this place as the backdrop for your portrait then, Madam…" you said, your voice sounding a little bit more careful again. The lady seemed unconscious of it at the very least as she smiled.

"My youngest son, Renjun, was actually the one who suggested the idea. He has mentioned your wonderful work to me so I thought, why not invite you to do my portrait? I am due to have one sooner or later anyway."

You were thankful that the woman was walking a little ways ahead of you, otherwise, she might have caught the way you paused for a breath as she mentioned the boy's name. It has been a good few weeks since that last dance at the ball happened, but the memories came flooding back to you quickly, almost by force. The pointed grip on your hips… The lilt of his lips as he smiled at you… The way his gaze ghosted over face… Every memory of him holding you that night crowded your mind again like an unwelcome visitor. Renjun has never touched or spoken to you in a way that is offensive or unacceptable to society's standards, but there has always been that shadow in the way he looks at you that has always triggered the primal need in your gut to flinch and flee. It was the reason why you've been elusive towards him for quite some time now, but lately, you felt that something has changed in the past few times you've been in each other's radius. You couldn't really put your finger on it, but it's almost like some switch has been flipped…

And now all walls that had been holding him back are gone.

"That is… very nice of him. Especially since he could have done it himself. My work pales to his craft if I must say… He is the best student in our class," you said softly, careful not to let any of your current emotions leak to your tone. Lady Huang seemed pleased at your comment as she gave a soft hum of approval before finally stopping her leisurely pace. You paused as well, and that's when you realized that the two of you have reached the heart of the maze, a clearing of considerable size with hedges of roses higher than the ones you've passed earlier. A fountain made of white marble was set in the middle of it, spewing water so clear that it sparkled under the sunlight.

"So I've been told. I've also heard a lot of stories about you from my youngest son… Which brings me to the second reason why I invited you here."

If you were apprehensive earlier, then you were absolutely petrified now. You have an idea of where the conversation was going, but your awareness did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. Surreptitiously, you clutched the edges of the painting bag that you brought with you while waiting for the woman to finish. She was looking at you with softness in her eyes, an emotion that seemed so alien to you, having not received it before from your own parents.

"I am going to cut to the chase. Darling, I'm sure you know about my oldest son's preference towards you. Yun is very fond of you, and as his mother, I only want to give him happiness. If I may ask… And excuse me for my bluntness, but are you considering him to receive your hand, sooner or later?"

The heat that has overcome your whole face was swift and unforgiving. You ducked your head a little to your chest in a hopeless attempt to at least try and hide the redness of your cheeks.

"I… Lord Yun has not really… Talked to me about this."

It was not a direct answer, but Lady Huang is known for her persistence as much for her beauty. She took a step closer towards you now and took one of your gloved hands in hers.

"He hasn't because he knows you have a number of suitors. It is a well-known fact among the circle of debutantes. My son, unfortunately, is a very accommodating person, almost to a fault. I know he wouldn't want to step forward unless he knows that you have considered the others. But have you, my girl? I know it is not in my position to ask you this, but please give my heart some comfort. I only want my boy to be happy."

It must be the maternal instinct that she is honestly exuding, but something about the words of the woman tugged at your heartstrings. You know in yourself that you are not in love yet with her son, but the honesty and sheer care in her eyes made you want to yearn for something similar for yourself. You stared at her now, eyes bouncing over her graceful features, until something inside of you clicked. Slowly, you turned your hand so that you were holding hers instead.

"Lord Yun is a wonderful man, Ma'm… It would be such an honor for me… to receive his affections."

It was not a straightforward reply, but it was enough for the assurance that she was looking for. Lady Huang's face lit up, her smile so genuine that you can't help but return the gesture to her as she squeezed your hand gratefully. It was an intimate moment of woman to woman, a mother talking to a daughter. Despite yourself, you felt your heart soaring, as if you've finally found a safe space to land on.

"That eases my heart. Thank you. I promise I will not get in the way of your courtship, but I hope you indulge me for saying this early. My dear…"

"I am excited for you to be a part of the family."

******* "So? When am I going to have a sister-in-law?"

Renjun's voice was light and casual as he moved the knight piece over the chessboard calmly. Across from him, his older brother glanced at him with a slightly surprised look before bringing his eyes back to the game with pointed effort. He could almost taste the flustered emotions of the older male at the tip of his tongue, a bitter one that he swallowed behind his calm facade. A moment passed before Yun answered, the man's voice low and almost unsure.

"I have not decided yet. I am giving her time to consider her situation."

"Do you mean to say, you are giving her other suitors a chance to whisk her away from you?"

The sharpness of the truth in his words made the other man slightly wince. Usually, Renjun would toe around his statements for the sake of keeping up the facade of the perfect brother, but he has been incredibly impatient recently. For his own sake, he cannot keep back his own plans anymore just because of the cowardice of another person.

Yun frowned now as he moved a bishop across the board. It is obvious that he has become distracted, because Renjun easily ate the piece with his rook.

"I simply do not want to force myself on her. She has a lot of suitors and I want to make sure she has thought about it well before I offer her the question."

Renjun leaned his head slightly to the side before slowly leveling his gaze towards his brother. Now, he had never particularly hated the man before—he had done a pretty acceptable job of tolerating him in his opinion—but he also had never been fond of his personality as a whole. Yun is so… very much human. Always restricted by what society says is acceptable or not, afraid to inconvenience someone for the sake of being perceived as nice. They were qualities he had never understood, even as a Fae trapped in a human shell. It was irritating for him, how people can't just seem to claim what they desire.

"Did you not make a connection with her during the last Ball?" He asked innocently, his eyes skillfully hiding away his real emotions. The way the man turned red in the face in front of him almost made him puke.

"I… did."

"I think so too. I have watched the two of you from afar. I can't speak for her, but I think anyone with a working pair of eyes can see that there is some… interest there."

Yun looked at him, a hopeful look on his face.

"You think so?"

Renjun smiled charmingly despite the jealousy twisting his stomach into knots. It takes him everything not to lean over and tear the other man's heart off his chest every time he remembers how she looks at him, but he has to control himself… Because this is all part of his carefully plotted plan. For him to get to her, Yun has to tie her to their family first.

"Yes. Which is why I don't understand why you are hesitating. I applaud you, hyung, for giving her space. But don't you think it might also be sending her the message that you're… not really that serious about your intentions?"

A look of slight worry overtook the older Huang. Renjun internally smiled behind his casual mask, knowing full well that he had caught him in his web. He may be human now, but evne the strongest spell cannot entirely take a Gancanagh's power of seduction over words.

"That's not what I… I did not mean to…"

"I know... But it might be the message she is getting. I'm just saying," he shrugged as he pressed the dial on the chess counter to urge the other to make a move. Yun did, but barely, his hand moving his last remaining knight over the board in the midst of his distraction. Renjun's eyes dropped on the pieces briefly, before smiling secretly to himself.

"I have never considered that. Do you think I should…"

"Ask her? I don't know. Are you confident that you are the best of all the men vying for her hand?"

The silence that followed his question was brief, but loaded. Yun pursed his lips as a frown settled on his features.

"Yes. I am."

"There you go. I think that is the only answer that you need. I can't force you to do anything, brother, but personally…" he slowly lifted his own knight and rested the piece gently over a block on the board. "I think you will be the perfect pair."

The other boy was so distracted wading through his own thoughts, that he failed to notice how his King piece was taken by his last move. Renjun's lips tipped to the sides as he knocked it over effortlessly with his knight.

"Checkmate, by the way. Don't ever let your eyes off the game, hyung. Take it as advice from a man… to another man."

******* The way the sun reflected off the paper you were working on made you smile. You were sitting in the middle of the garden where you usually have your art classes, trying to finish off a quick practice piece using watercolors. It was a Sunday so you have the place to yourself, surrounded only by the gentle chirping of the birds and the soft rustle of trees swaying in the wind. Days like this are your favorite part of the week, because it is the only time you can escape your manor without your parents pressing about your activities. You were far too engrossed in the peacefulness of the moment that you didn't notice the gentle creaking of the gate separating the garden from the rest of the academy. Humming softly, you reached over to dip your paintbrush on your small palettes of color to continue your picture, oblivious of your surroundings.

"That is a very pretty landscape."

The sound of a soft voice from behind you made you suddenly turn around in surprise. It took you a good few seconds to gather yourself, the newcomer taking the chance to cross the distance to where you were sitting. Rising from your spot under the tree, your hands quickly gathered your skirts around you just in time for the man to finally stop at a polite distance from where you are. You were so stunned, that you forgot to give him your usual bow of greeting as he waited for you to speak.

“Lord Yun… Why are you…”

A slightly sheepish smile flittered over the man’s face at your question. He briefly looked away, before glancing at the ground in front of him.

“I visited your manor today, but your mother told me that you usually spend your Sundays painting. She said I might find you here…”

You didn’t give any immediate answer. Of course your mother told him where you are. Silently, your heart rate started picking up as your mind tried to go through the possible reasons behind his sudden visit. A part of you berated you for possibly overthinking, but you cannot deny the pressing feeling in your gut that made you fidget your fingers underneath the pleats of your skirt. Yun probably noticed, because for a moment, he looked actually guilty for showing up unannounced. However, a look of determination took over his features as quickly as the doubt came, and he took a moment as if he was gathering himself before he spoke again.

“My Lady… I do not want to make this longer than it should. I have told myself that I want to give you time to think over my offer, but recently, I have realized that I might lose you should I remain passive about my feelings,” he paused and took his hat, gripping its brim with his fingers. Unconsciously, your eyes shot straight to his face. You thought you felt your heart stutter upon seeing the genuine emotions that have overtaken his features.

“I have no wish of forcing myself on you, but I just want you to know that I adore you, and that I… I would wish nothing more than for you to accept my offer for marriage, if that is what your heart so wishes, too. I… will understand if you give me no for an answer, because a rejection will also be better than this silent dance I’ve initiated for quite some time.”

You were absolutely speechless. You knew what was coming, but it did nothing to calm down the erratic buzzing inside of your head. All of a sudden, it was like everything was happening all at the same time, similar to how one’s life would flash in front of someone’s eyes in the midst of a momentous occasion. Questions overlapped in your head, too quick and fleeting for you to catch and comprehend.

Do you love him? Will this make you happy? What will come out of this?

Will this save you…? Or will jumping into this be your ruin?

You don’t know how long you stood there. It must have taken seconds, maybe a full minute, but for you the moment felt like it lasted forever. Then, just when you thought your head would split from all the thoughts, everything stopped to dead silence, until your consciousness fixated on one thing.

No, you don’t love him.

But you can learn to do it… In time.

“Are you… Asking me to marry you, Lord Yun?” you asked softly, voice steady albeit quiet. Your question rendered him speechless for a heartbeat before he finally gave a nod.

“Yes, my Lady… I am.”

“Then perhaps you can ask me again… More clearly this time?”

The way his face changed from shock, to realization, then back to nervousness made you give the slightest of smiles. You did wait for him to politely speak again, however, your gaze on him more steady this time.

“Will… you marry me?”

The corners of your lips twitched as your smile widened. In that moment, you decided to embrace the uncertainty of it all and focused instead on how your fate will be changed from the point on. When he finally returned the smile, you knew you’ve made the right decision.

“Yes, my Lord. It will be such an honor to be your wife.”

******* “How cruel… Is the girl still alive?”

Renjun barely looked around from his position on the loveseat at the crooning voice that came from the open window. Below him, slumped on the spot on the floor between his legs was a woman, loose hair splayed messily all over her face. The flickering light from the fireplace barely illuminated the form of the girl that clambered from his windowsill, her expensive gown covered by a dark coat that allowed her to blend in the dark. There were no jewels that decorated her hair at the moment, but the unexplainable glow that clung on her as she walked casually over to the edge of his bed, directly across from where he sat, betrayed her affinity to the ethereal and the supernatural.

“Why are you here? Is the King not fucking you well enough that you had to climb over to my bedroom, My Queen?” he asked, voice steady even as his breath hitched from the way the girl bobbed her head slowly around his length. His visitor merely chuckled, unphased by the act happening in front of her.

“I heard the news. When is the wedding happening?”

Her taunting voice almost made him stop. He only stuttered for a second, but he took the moment to weave his fingers through the hair of the woman knelt in front of him and used the leverage to push her head deeper down his cock. The girl choked, sputtering from the way his length invaded her throat, but did nothing to fight it off. It was obvious from the way she limply slumped closer that she was too far gone to even bother. Instead of giving her mercy, Renjun—now irritated for having to do the work—tightened his hold on her and used his strength to move her head to his desired pace. Humans... They are always so disappointing in this regard. They are always so passionate and fiery at the start, but they break so easily and turn into useless dolls. Despite his discontent, a low groan left his lips now as his balls twitched, heavy and ready to spray his arousal down the column of flesh squeezing around his length.

“Not soon enough for my taste,” he said through gritted teeth as his pace turned even more brutal. A soft whimper came from the woman as her nails tried to find purchase on the soft rug under her. The Queen raised her brows curiously, ignoring the sounds. Renjun caught her expression and shot her a look before tipping his head back against the leather seat. With no warning, he pushed the woman’s head hard against him, her nose pressed against his lower stomach. A sound of pleasure escaped from deep in his throat as he unloaded himself inside her mouth until his juices leaked from her lips. He kept her there for a few more seconds while he rode his high before finally loosening his grip, the girl finally slumping right at his feet, unconscious. Eyes closed and head still tipped back, he waited for the current of pleasure to run its course throughout his body before he lazily tucked himself back inside his pants.

“If you came here to think that I would be upset about my brother’s upcoming wedding, then you’re in for a big disappointment,” he laughed softly to himself before finally moving his head again to train his gaze at the Witch Queen. The other slightly narrowed her eyes at him before realization dawned on them.

“You… told him to ask for her hand.”

He chuckled as he pushed himself out of his seat. Walking gracefully over the slumped form on the floor, he went to pick up the glass of whisky on the table by the fireplace and downed the golden liquid there in one go. He ran his hand through his hair as he watched the flames, untangling the knots that his earlier activities have caused.

“Of course, I did. I already told you, when a Gancanagh sets his eyes on a prize, we stop at nothing to get it. Surely, you must have already known that. It was how I captured your former lover in my web before after all.”

Renjun knew from the needles of cold that made the skin of his back prick that he had touched a nerve. It did not surprise him at all, not with the situation being the exact cause why she cursed him to be stuck in this human form. Instead, he simply smiled in satisfaction as the flames from the hearth threw shadows and light over the gentle features of his face that masked his true nature.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Piper. You will be putting a lot of mortal lives in danger.”

“That’s quite rich coming from a Witch Queen who cursed a whole kingdom to never-ending winter before. Now, my dear, do not act like you are any better than me. It was you after all who pushed me to do this. You are as guilty for what is yet to happen as I am,” he said as he turned slowly to face her. She was still only bathed in moonlight streaming from the open window, but it was enough for him to discern her expression from the shadows. Her face was blank, but the way her eyes burned couldn’t fool him about her real emotions.

“You must have thought I will come running around after her, trying to win her from my brother. That is foolish child’s game. Taxing and pointless. It might have worked on you when your King hunted you down, but a true hunter knows a better way how to capture their prey. You don’t seek them. You lure them right into your very own trap,” he crooned, voice as sweet as a siren’s call. When the light from the moon and the glow from the fire touched his face at the same time, they made his smile look angelic and terrifying at the same time.

“Family, as they say, is hard to escape. The moment she thinks she’s free from me, is the moment she becomes mine.”

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A/N: Yeah, so... It has almost been a full six months since I’ve updated this. I don’t know if anyone still remembers this story, but I had the sudden urge lately to jump into this plot again. So, here’s an update I guess.

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appleofthemoon · 1 year

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Psst,

Did you hear about the thing with Y/n?

Do you remember the girls who used to bully her before she became friends with Mark Lee?

The ones that went missing a few weeks ago after an all night Halloween party?

Yeah, them. Some people said that they saw Mark come in with an all white vampire costume to match with Y/n and then disappear for about 30 minutes before turning up again with red stains all over his costume.

He laughed when people pointed it out and apparently said “yeah sorry, got hungry and had to sneak a human, y’know how it is”

he “cleared” it up afterwards by saying he spilled red wine on his clothes.

But y’know what? I saw him. I saw him take those girls into a room and come out while wiping his hands. I heard their screams! No one believes me at all. But they’ll all know when someone discovers their bodies.

But… I’m pretty scared for my own life at this point. I think he might’ve seen me come out from the bathroom and now I can’t even walk alone at night without thinking about what might happen to me.

I just wanted you to know if something does end up happening to me.

Bye

w. alcohol consumption, allusion to imitations

aren't you used to it by now? people never believe what they don't see.

mark lee hasn't acted like himself these past few months. he used to be so shy, so cooped up in his room that he lost touch with social interactions. in fact, i know it took him several drafts before he sent his first message to y/n.

oh the ‘wine’ excuse.. it's a classic. of course everyone believed him, there was barely a living soul there who was in a clear state of mind, his darling included. he should be relieved about that too, because wine wasn't one of the offered beverages.

stupid boy. clearly, he was able to imitate everything but mark's intelligence.

come send in a rumor you heard !

#muse : mark lee.#yandere nct #yandere nct 127 #yandere nct dream #yandere mark lee #yandere kpop #nct blurbs #nct 127 blurbs #nct dream blurbs #mark lee blurbs

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goroaix · 2 years

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〘 Jeno thought they were perfect and, as such, so was everything associated with them. 〙

Jeno x gn reader. Mentions of obsessive thoughts and unhealthy mindsets.

Jeno was enamoured, his heart fluttering as he saw their pretty face looking back at him, soft lips pulled up into a gentle smile with a visage that was lit up with happiness. He adored how well the sun lit up their face and how they were nothing short of perfect.

I must have looked through their Instagram account a thousand times, he thought before gasping to himself, his crescent eyed smile reflecting in the screen of his phone. What if they had noticed his profile from how he rewatched their highlights daily, was always the first to like their pictures. Jeno wouldn't dare call himself in love if he didn't feel the urge to check their pictures every few hours.

Their aesthetic was warm and joyful and this was consistent across every platform and social media they had. He supposed this was the reason why he, too, felt warmth flood through his chest at the sight of them - whether it be through the screen or from their odd few neighbourly interactions as they passed each other by in the corridors of the flat complex.

However, seeing them in real life was much more of a rush, a terrifying thrill of adrenaline as his heart pounded furiously against his sternum and he felt his hair stick to his forehead due to perspiration. They always smiled so sweetly and the way they greeted him with a 'how are you today, Jeno?' had him dizzy and faint.

Jeno wanted them for himself. Perhaps it was selfish to want their simper to only be for him but he didn't care. He wanted to cherish their grin, to love them endlessly as he poked their cheeks and told them how much he loved them and their honey like personality. He swore he could taste sweetness on his tongue the moment they appeared and it was wholly addicting.

Another swipe through their profile and his legs swung behind him. A new picture!

It was of the sun and their face tilted towards the golden rays, bathing their features in angel-like light that had him struggling for breath. They were so, so gorgeous. The main colour scheme was brown, their clothes a monochrome shade and he colour matched it before storing the code to his locked notes app.

Jeno grinned again, the corners of his eyes wrinkling once more. He desperately hoped they would like the room he was decorating for them. It had all the colours they adored, some of which he had heard of through the thin walls that connected to their bedroom. He wanted them for love it; anything less than perfection was unsuitable.

And the best features of all, Jeno thought, were the industrial locks on the door and the soundproof walls.

#yandere jeno #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #yandere kpop

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ur-fave-is-yandere · 2 years

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All members of BTS

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neocentral · 4 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, mark x reader

mark feels guilty. he does. he really, really does. he’s disgusting. he’s vile. scum of the earth. the worst of the worst. the way he continues like he has no other choice when he knows he does. his apologies are sincere, they have to be because mark truly does feel guilty. tears are rolling down his cheeks, too. isn’t that proof enough? he’s probably crying more than you are. mark would even say that he has it worse than you do.

“i know,” he says, running his thumb across your cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

mark still doesn’t have the strength to stop, his hips keeping their pace as he blubbers about how utterly sorry feels. because he does. he does.

“please forgive me,” he weeps, runny nose and wet lips pressing against your face.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to, baby.” mark grips your chin, giving it a light shake to get your attention.

you don’t have the strength to fight back. your weepy eyes meet his, your silent sobs picking up when you notice how distraught mark looks.

“really. you believe me, don’t you?”

your eyes flash with an emotion mark doesn’t like. even with all the emotions running across his mind, he still notices. you do believe him, don’t you? how could you not? mark feels guilty. he does.

“baby,” mark whimpers, cock throbbing, the coil in his stomach tightening. “you have to believe me. I couldn’t help it. you feel so good but…” mark pauses, a grunt forcing its way through the lump in his throat, which is caused by him feeling guilty. because he does. “but you kept it from me for so long. I waited and waited and you didn’t care.” mark watches your lips wobble, the emotion in your eyes unmoving, “I had to feel you again.”

“please forgive me,” he begs, ruthless hips sharing none of the remorse laced in his words.

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neowonderland · 12 days

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Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes.

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure.

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them.

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck.

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

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neobomb · 6 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [MasterList]

don’t expect content to be updated regularly bc im suffering enough as a 21 y/o engineering student A series about nct dream '00 liners + mork exploiting your innocence. Warning: mature themes Rating: 18+, mdni Genre: yandere, dark, mature, smut, corruption kink © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

Mark Lee Best friend Mark [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Huang Renjun Secret admirer Renjun [...coming soon]

Lee Haechan Bully Haechan [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Lee Jeno Popular Fuckboy Jeno [Pt.1]

Na Jaemin Academic rival Jaemin [Pt. 1]

note: i'm currently working on the renjun one but it's fucking terrible if i have to be honest. i just can't see renjun in that way. im leaning on just removing him from this series completely. also my mind is occupied with pt.2 for haechans version

#masterlist #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #give into things i (dont) want to

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yankpop · 1 year

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Yandere NCT Dream OT6

Summary: Taeyong tries to get between you and the boys and that’s something they won’t tolerate.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

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

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Kidnap/captivity situation; implied future murder.

AN: Mark's not here, so it's only the rest of the boys. Hope you guys enjoy this 💖

I'm not back, just trying to get rid of what I have in my drafts.

Your heart beats faster than you’ve ever experienced, both adrenaline and fear pumping into your blood.

You only catch a few glances of Taeyong, unable to have a clear view with Jeno and Jaemin protectively standing in front of you, the last one a little far behind so that your body is pressed against his, making you feel Jaemin’s body slightly shaking.

Despite the visual obstruction, you can clearly hear Haechan and Taeyong discussing, as they keep arguing back and forth. “You can’t keep her like this, it’s not….okay.”

Haechan scoffs with disdain at Taeyong’s words. “We’re not keeping her. She wants to be here, obviously.” You frown at hearing that, how could Haechan lie so easily?

Standing on the sidelines, Chenle vehemently nods in agreement while next to him Jisung has panic written all over his face with head going back and forth through the members. Over the time you spent with the boys, it quickly became evident that despite his high height, Jisung was a scaredy cat and hated making decisions, unlike Haechan.

“If she wants to be here, then why won’t you let Y/N say it herself?” You look at Taeyong’s direction, catching a fleeting glimpse of the man looking at you with evident concern in his eyes.

The unexpected eye contact makes you want to plead for help, and you open your lips to say something - anything -, until Jeno moves slightly to the side, effectively hiding you once again from Taeyong’s sight.

His words definitely stir up the group, Chenle and Jisung share a concerned expression as Renjun lets out an exasperated sigh and Jaemin reaches for your hand, tightly holding it without changing his position. This whole ordeal makes you feel conflicted, for one side you badly want to call out Taeyong to help you but you’re afraid of the consequences.

Especially because there are 6 of them but only one Taeyong.

What if they hurt him?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re gonna scare her away, Taeyong.” Renjun tries to intervene, supported by Chenle. “Yeah, you’re probably gonna try to change her mind or something.”

“You’re not gonna get anywhere near her.” Jaemin declares, his voice booming with determination. His words awfully resemble a threat, and the room temperature seems to drop immediately.

The message was clear.

They weren’t going to give you up, no matter what.

And they weren’t gonna allow Taeyong to take you away either. Something you already suspected, but now Taeyong is warned too.

Haechan keeps quarreling with Taeyong but you notice as Renjun turns around to whisper something at Jaemin, who sternly nods and signals Chenle to come closer, followed by a frightened Jisung. Giving you a final look, he pushes your hand into Chenle, his face void of any emotion as he mutters “Take her to the safe room. We’ll call you when it’s over.” his words make you panic, what was going on?

“What? No, guys, I-” You try to push away Chenle, only for him to grab your hand impossibly tighter, forcing you to follow him as he goes for the door exit. You hear some commotion behind you when Taeyong realizes what was going on, yelling at the boys to let you go. Anxiety boils inside you at the radical change of events, making it harder for you to breathe.

You turn your head behind, catching a brief glance of Renjun standing on the side while Haechan, Jeno and Jaemin surround Taeyong.

The vision only lasts a mere second but it’s enough to fill your heart with fear, making you trip on your own feet. Jisung softly pushes you from behind, compelling you to keep moving.

They force you out of the room, closing the door with a loud noise just in time as a fight immediately begins.

Taeyong’s destiny is evident, making you realize that their determination in keeping you is more powerful than you ever imagined.

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writingzen · 1 year

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CRAZY ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Mark Lee x reader

✧ Summary- making out with mark lee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God you drive me crazy”

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fromyanderewithlove · 7 months

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YANDERE SIMULATOR VOICE OVER SCRIPT: Info-Chan= All Recorded Lines as of 9/27/2023

Transcribed by Yours Truly <3

GAME INTRO- CONTENT WARNING:

Info-Chan-

"Warning: this game contains bullying, kidnapping, torture,

murder, suicide, graphic violence, partial nudity, kittens,

raw sewage, cooked sewage, microwave-ready sewage,

true nightmares, eldritch monstrosities, bald assassins,

DK mode, fake tans, Titans,

murderous ice fairies, impossibly strong punches, genocide,

Crusades, spooky scary skeletons,

(SUNG)"standing on the edge!"(SUNG)

zombies, vampires, succubi,

lewd manga,

busty pink-haired schoolgirls,

game-breaking bugs,

an overworked programmer,

and much worse."

{END WARNING}

[AYANO MEETS INFO-CHAN (CLASSIC SCRIPT)]

Info-Chan-

"Hey.'

Ayano-

"Do I know you?"

Info-Chan-

"I saw you stalking an upperclassman today."

Ayano-

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Info-Chan-

"No, I wanted to give you some information about the girl he was with. Her name is Osana Najimi. She has a crush on him. She believes in the myth about the cherry tree behind the school.

Ayano-

"The myth that if you confess your love to someone underneath that tree on a Friday, they are guaranteed to accept your confession?"

Info-Chan-

"Correct. She's planning to confess to him next Friday."

Ayano-

"Why are you telling me this?"

Info-Chan-

"I would be happy if something bad happened to Osana Najimi. I think you might be the right person to give her what she deserves."

Ayano-

"Who are you?"

Info-Chan-

"I'm the person nicknamed Info-chan at school.

Ayano-

"I've heard rumors about you.

You blackmail girls and sell panty shots to boys.

Nobody knows your real name."

Info-Chan-

"The rumors are true.

If you ever need a favor,

text me a panty shot,

and I'll give you whatever support I can.

If you want to know personal information about anyone at our school,

just send me a photograph of their face,

and I'll tell you everything I know about them."

Ayano-

"You're disgusting.

Info-Chan-

"You're a stalker."

"If you want my help, text me.

If you don't care, ignore me."

You have one week until your precious senpai belongs to Osana Najimi.

I hope you make her suffer."

{END SCENE}

[CAUGHT TRYING TO SPY ON INFO-CHAN]

Info-Chan-

"I know you're there."

"Run along now."

"There's nothing for you to see here."

{END SCENE}

[INFO-CHAN REMOTE ACCESS TAKE OVER]

Info-Chan-

"Trying to Look up my information?

"Don't bother."

"There's nothing you need to know about me."

"You're a client."

"And I'm a provider."

"That's all we need to know about each other while doing business with you."

{END SCENE}

[UI ACTION LINES- INFO-CHAN]

CONCLUSIVE RESPONSE:

Info-Chan-

"Pleasure doing business with you."

PANTY SHOTS:

Info-Chan-

"you don't have enough panty shots to afford this."

2. INTERACTION RESPONSE:

Info-Chan-

What do you need?"

3.REWARD RESPONSE:

Info-Chan-

"This one's free. Don't get used to it."

[END SCRIPT]

Thanks for reading. Please Share. and like! <3

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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Deliverance

The woods were always eerily calm… but that could be because of the rumors in your town.

The rumors that one of the local woods were the home of an extremist Christian cult that kidnapped people who would go into their woods.

Of course growing up in the town, you and your friends would dare each other to go into the woods just like most of the kids and young adults did to the dismay of their parents and grandparents.

You and your friends would go into the woods, looking for the compound of the rumored cult only to find nothing… though one day, you and your friends came across something strange.

Well it was more like someone strange.

As you were playing around in the woods, you came across a boy who looked a bit younger than you.

You and your friends were around 10-11 while the boy looked like he could’ve been about 9 or 8 years old.

You stood together, walking close to the boy.

“Um hi.” Nina said, “are you lost?”

The boy stared at your group, a dullness in his eyes that honestly terrified you.

He didn’t look disheveled or anything. In fact, he was very well groomed but his silence and unreadable eyes… he was different from the other kids where just shy or quiet.

You all stopped in place, too scared to keep going forward.

Though you were scared, you didn’t like a small child being in the woods alone so gathering a bit of courage, you broke out of your pack and cautiously walked to the boy.

“Hey. Where is you’re mom and dad?” You asked him.

The boy didn’t answer and you walked closer to him.

“Are you lost?” You noticed how tensed his body was. “I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s just that you shouldn’t be here by yourself. You can get hurt. You can come with me and my friends and we help you find your mom and dad.” You gave him a small smile, offering your hand out for him to take.

A look of confusion broke onto the boy’s face.

“You’re not gonna hurt me? The leader tells me that the outside world will hurt me…” he finally spoke and his words came out in a tone like as if he was questioning something.

But his answer made you question what he just said.

“What? What does that mean?” And before the boy could answer a booming voice made everyone in the woods jump and before you could ask the boy what he meant, he ran off quickly into the opposite direction.

You sighed as the warmth of the Starbucks hit your cold cheeks.

You had just moved back to your hometown, growing tired of city life and wanting to live a more slow paced life again though you knew that you will eventually return to the city at some point, though you didn’t know when that would be.

Your town has changed drastically, turning more into a little hipster city and as you made eye contact with Nina, you smiled widely as you made your way towards her.

“Hey!” She said excitedly, getting up to greet you with a big hug.

You hugged her back, enjoying the embrace. You haven’t seen her in years since moving to the city and it was nice to be in her presence again.

She let go, taking her seat and watched as you took off your coat.

“God… Ya know, even though I know how you look now, seeing you in person… you’ve gotten really handsome.”

Your cheeks became warm and you bashfully laughed as you took a seat.

“Thanks.” You rolled up your a bit sleeves before placing your elbows up on the table and putting your head in your hands. “So what’s up?”

Nina laughed and you two soon caught up.

You knew that Nina had taken over her family’s farm and she was always talking about her frustration at how her chickens would get stolen from time to time and it just so happened once again the night before you came.

“I don’t know what to do. It’s not an animal, I already learned that fast and every time I set up a camera to see who it could be, my camera always get destroyed or stolen.”

A grin creeped onto your face as you said, “maybe it’s the cult.” And Nina hit you, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t joke about that!” She huffed causing you to laugh.

“I’m sorry, I won’t.”

“There’s rumors going around that the newer members are now trying to blend in just to recruit people.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. Something about “saving” more people that way. I heard there’s a new leader too.” Nina took a sip of her latte and quickly the topic changed.

As you and Nina conversed, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were being watched.

Looking around the cafe, your eyes gradually landed on piercing eyes… eyes that felt familiar.

You didn’t listen to your brain that was screaming for you to turn around, no, you kept eye contact with the man and Nina noticed, her own gaze following yours.

“Do you know him?”

You frowned in confusion.

“I’m not sure…” and you turn your attention back onto Nina.

The man whose piercing gaze lingered onto you for a bit longer knew it was you though you weren’t the girl he had met.

The girl that opened up his mind. The girl that stole his heart.

Such a small insignificant interaction to you held such a huge religious significance to the man.

Of course he needed to have you, girl or not, that didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that you were back.

You were finally back and now he can finally make you his.

And all you had to do was accept him as your savior. As your messiah.

#reader is ftm #I am rewriting that one fic that I wrote called join us #i actually wanted to turn that into a series but I felt like the writing was so bad so I decided to rewrite it #I will continue this #and this will have themes of religion mostly on the extremes of religion and how it can be distorted and abused #yandere mark #yandere mark lee #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #mark x reader #mark x ftm reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x ftm reader #nct x reader #nct x ftm reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x ftm reader

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