#dangerous Love

[sweetjirai]

[anti-kawaii-daily]

Today's Anti-Kawaii Character of The Day is Runa from the oneshot manga, Dangerous Love!She wears Dark Girly most of the time but she does wear China Kei at the Cafe where she works, she also fits into the Yandere archetype!

[gennsoup]

Love had indeed come armed to the teeth with an envoy brandishing a hate-infused sword its haft carved in cruelty

Gerður Kristný, Bloodhoof

[aalmaluar]

just a little frame from my future short animation

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PATREON // GUMROAD // YouTube // Instagram

[pink-yuri]

♡ Dangerous Love ♡

[j-fashion-wearer-otd]

Today’s J-fashion wearer is Runa from Dangerous Love! She wears dark girly!

[oyunjae]

Yunho posing by a red phone booth hahaha he KNOWS xD he also posted a small red phone booth on his story lol

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Dangerous Game in Berlin 1/2

X Men Masterlist

X Men Masterlist 2

Part 2

Y/N is new to MI6 and young, barely in her mid-twenties. But that doesn't stop her from earning her place. Her first major mission takes her to Berlin, where tensions are high, and the powers of the Cold War face off one last time. By her side: Lorraine Broughton, a veteran MI6 agent known for her cold efficiency and ruthless approach.

“David Percival,” Lorraine states curtly as they move through the narrow streets of East Berlin. “Our man here. But listen, Y/N, I’ll only say this once: don’t trust him.”

Y/N looks at Lorraine curiously. “And why? Does he look so dangerous that you're afraid?”

Lorraine rolls her eyes. “It’s not about how he looks. He’s a master manipulator. Make no mistake, he’ll try it on you.”

Y/N smiles confidently and shrugs. “Well, I’m not that easily impressed. Maybe I’d like to see if he’s really as good as they say.”

Lorraine gives her a sharp glance. “This is not a game, Y/N.”

But Y/N’s curiosity only grows. In her short time at MI6, she’s learned that the ones she’s warned about are often the most interesting. And then there’s this underlying tension—she suspects she might have some fun with Percival.

When they finally meet David Percival, her suspicion is confirmed. He waits in a dark corner of a rundown bar, a cigarette between his lips, his posture relaxed. He seems as if he hardly cares, as though he’s seen it all a thousand times. But his eyes are sharp, alert.

“Lorraine,” he greets her with a slight nod and a smile that promises trouble. “Always a pleasure.”

Then his eyes move to Y/N, sizing her up from head to toe. “And who’s this? Fresh blood?”

Y/N raises an eyebrow confidently. “So fresh, I’ll soon outrank you.”

David laughs, and it sounds genuine. “Bold. I like that.”

Lorraine remains serious, ignoring the verbal sparring. “Cut the crap, David. We’re not here for fun.”

“You always say that,” David replies casually, his gaze never leaving Y/N. “But I haven’t seen anything this fun in a while.”

Y/N feels a grin creeping across her lips. “You know what they say - in the end, the best people laugh. And that's usually me."

David tilts his head slightly, his eyes flashing with amusement. “Interesting. I’m looking forward to the show.”

Lorraine sighs. “Y/N, focus. David is no friend.”

But Y/N ignores the warning. There’s something about Percival that fascinates her—maybe it’s his unpredictability, or the fact that he doesn’t care what others think of him. Whatever it is, she can’t deny that she finds him intriguing.

In the days that follow, they work together frequently, and Y/N makes no secret of challenging Percival whenever she can. Her comments are provocative, sharp, and she senses that David enjoys the dynamic as much as she does.

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” David murmurs one night as they stand alone in an abandoned warehouse after a successful mission.

Y/N grins confidently. “I thought you liked it hot.”

David chuckles softly, his gaze intense. “Oh, I do. But you should be careful. Some burns don’t heal.”

Y/N steps closer, her eyes locked on his. “Maybe I don’t want them to heal.”

David smirks, his mouth curling into a crooked smile. “You’re different from the others. People usually don’t like throwing themselves into the abyss with me.”

Y/N leans in slightly, her voice low but bold. “Maybe I like the thrill. And maybe I’m not planning on being intimidated by someone like you.”

He suddenly grabs her, his hands firmly around her waist, pulling her roughly against him. “You’re pretty brave for someone who just started,” he murmurs, his voice dark with desire.

Y/N lets out a soft laugh. “Or maybe just smarter than you.”

David leans forward, his lips so close she can feel his breath on her skin. “Bold and cheeky. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Of course,” she replies with a mischievous smile. “But I bet you like it.”

He mirrors her grin, and then his lips crash onto hers, rough and possessive. Y/N doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss, her hands sliding into his neck, pulling him closer. David seems surprised by how much control she takes, but it excites him even more. His grip tightens, his kisses growing more demanding as if trying to prove that he’s the one in charge.

“You should know,” he murmurs between kisses, “I’m not the kind of guy who’s easy to tame.”

Y/N laughs softly, her lips still against his. “I’m not trying to tame you. I’m just curious to see how far you’ll go before you lose control.”

David growls lowly, clearly enticed by her challenge. “You have no idea how far I can go, sweetheart.”

Y/N pushes him back slightly, looking him straight in the eye as she provocatively wipes her lips. “Then show me.”

For a moment, David seems to pause, then he grabs her again, his lips crashing down on hers with an intensity that nearly knocks her off her feet. But she doesn’t back down an inch. Instead, she pushes him against the wall, giving him exactly what he’s asking for—wild, untamed passion.

When they finally pull apart to catch their breath, they stare at each other, the tension crackling between them like an invisible thread.

“You’re crazy,” David murmurs.

Y/N smiles boldly. “Maybe. But you like it.”

David laughs, his forehead resting against hers. “Damn right, I do.”

[ladygwyndolin]

[andimoon]

can i get 9 with baekhyun please? thanks so much!!!

Hello, lovely Anon! Since the vibe wasn’t specified, I decided to try something melancholic for this one! Thank you for your request! I had fun writing this one!! I hope you enjoy! 😁

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: TW: mentions of a toxic relationship, dangerous love.

Baekhyun X Reader

Neighbors AU

Melancholic Angst

9. “I’m not wasting my time on this.”

It felt weird to be single again. Your last relationship ended a few months ago and the odd solidarity was difficult to get used to, but it was so nice to get away from the piece of shit that was your last partner. It was never mutual, at best you were a glorified servant to that person and over time your resentment built for them until one day you just snapped. And it was ugly.

The tears, the screaming, the pushing them out of your home, throwing their belongings at them and slamming the door in their face. The entire neighborhood heard your break up and it was fucking bliss. Finally you were free of the shackles you had for years. But now, months later, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Sure, you had work, but for so long you weren’t allowed hobbies or interests, and it was scary to get back into the dating scene. You ran the risk of meeting someone similar and you would much rather be single than go through that again.

After the anger subsided came longing. The desire to have someone love you and hold you the way you had always craved. This was always how your cycle of reminiscing started; pain, anger, longing, memories, and the craving of things returning to the way they were in your childhood. The sweet memories of running through the school halls with your friends, gossiping and talking about the hottest students, the way you were so certain you’d marry one of them and the awkward flirting that came with that certainty. Everything was so simple back then. You wished you had enjoyed more of that time.

Your days were mondain as they passed and eventually the stuffling apartment was too much to handle and you agreed to an evening out with your best friends. You listened to the music you weren’t previously allowed to, yelling the lyrics at the top of your lungs into the shampoo bottle as you got ready, your own private rebellion and it felt liberating. This night was about you taking back everything. This night was entirely about you, and you would not let anything get in your way. You wore the clothes you weren’t allowed to wear, ecstatic that the dusty pink cocktail dress still fit. The weight you’d gained over the years filled out the fabric in such a flattering way you were surprised. It looked good, which meant you were going all out. Makeup, heels, even your most expensive purse. All things you hadn’t used in years, and you felt like a celebrity. The confidence that exuded off you was like nothing you’ve ever felt.

You listened to the click of your heels, smiling in satisfaction as you pushed the button to the elevator and waited. The buzz in your hands read a small message from your friends, they were on their way to the club and would meet you shortly. It felt so nice to finally be leaving your house. Not only that, but looking like the goddess you knew you were.

You heard steps behind you and the quiet click of a door opening. With curiosity you turn to see your neighbor standing just outside his apartment, openly gawking at you with a large garbage bag in hand. Baekhyun had been your neighbor since you moved into that home. Long before you got into a relationship, and your friendship with the man was an odd one. He was often busy and didn’t leave his home outside of work. Yet on the holiday’s you’d been left alone he’d come celebrate with you. He’d smell your cooking and ask if you could trade ingredients. He’d spend hours at your house just talking and watching shows with you. At first you thought he liked you, even asked him about it one Christmas Eve.

“I think we’re both lonely,” was his response, “Lonely people have to stick together, right?”

You guessed that was that. Over time he became one of your closest neighbors, but he was out of town during your breakup. He must’ve just returned. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. You knew you looked hot, but having that extra confirmation burned into your chest, already feeling drunk off the power you felt, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The elevator dinged with life and the doors parted for you, shuffled footsteps stepped in with you.

“Damn, girl. He’s finally taking you out?” He was still admiring you and you refused to look, keeping your eyes forward as you fiddled with your purse. The bag smelled awful, how long had he waited to throw that away? You hoped it hadn’t been sitting in his apartment for the six months he’d been away.

You knew this topic would come up with Baekhyun at some point, so you normalized talking about it. Telling yourself in the mirror and as you did your laundry, reciting the words between emails at work and the words flowed naturally, “We broke up three months ago.” Still your throat tightened and you inhaled a breath. Your makeup was expensive and took two hours to get perfectly. There was no way you were going to cry over your years of lost time so you needed to move on quickly, “My girls are taking me out tonight so I’m gonna enjoy myself.” The silence was uncomfortable. You suddenly wished you had taken the stairs. Why was he so quiet? Sneaking a glance, you saw his face serious, eyes glued to you but he didn’t seem present. “Baek?” He blinked and cleared his throat, gently scratching at his temple.

“Sorry,” another soft cough, “That’s great. Guy was a piece of shit anyway. You look amazing.” He tried to hide it but you could hear the stiffness in his voice. You didn’t want to think about it, tonight was your night and you didn’t want to get caught up worrying about Baekhyun and the nasty trash bag he had been so inconsiderate enough to bring into that enclosed space with you. Not tonight. The doors opened into the quiet lobby and you stepped out, desperately needing the fresh air.

“Thanks!” You flashed him a smile, “I’ll see you later, then! Have a good night.” Something about the look on his face and the stiffness in his voice lingered in your mind as you made it outside of the complex, hailing a taxi and setting into the empty backseat all on auto drive. Why did he act like that? You told the driver where to go. He didn’t like you like that, right? Then why? ‘Lonely people have to stick together, right?’ Maybe he thought you were looking for another partner? Thoughts took up the entire ride, only when you heard the older man calling for you did you return to reality. Tonight was your night. Nothing would get in your way. All you needed were a few drinks to loosen up and maybe if you were lucky you could find a lover for the night. You had needs, after all.

Luckily your friends helped you skip the line and enter quickly, a table filled with drinks and snacks for the small group to thrive for hours. Erratic lights danced over the entire club and you could feel the buzz of music and voices against every bone in your body. How many drinks did you have? You’d lost count by the end of the night. It was well past midnight and your friends decided enough was enough. You all went your separate ways and the ride in the Uber was comfortable but the constant shaking made you slightly nauseous. How much further was it? Your head felt heavy on your neck. It was suddenly hard to hold it up and your back caved under the weight, flopping you to the side of the back seat. It was so comfortable you could almost fall asleep.

Fall asleep? In a stranger's car? You knew better than that and your determination to survive the night pulled your back. Your mother would praise you for being such a smart child in this situation and that brought a smile to your face. Someone called your name. “Mom?” With a glance to the side and you see your neighbor. He opened the Uber’s door, helping you out of the car. Even in sweatpants and a t-shirt he was handsome. White and black hair ducked into the car to get your bag. How sweet, he knew how expensive it was. How could you forget such an important thing?

Suddenly his brown eyes touched yours and he was coming closer, you groaned at the icy hands that held your shoulders. Your toes felt hot and stung as he led you back a few steps before pushing you down into a nearby bench. He dropped to his knees and started undoing the straps of your heels, your foot was bleeding on the side. It must’ve been a blister. It had been so long since you wore heels that you just assumed pain like that was normal. It hurt and it made you slightly sober up.

Brown eyes returned to yours after he removed your shoes. Baekhyun looked tired, his eyes slightly sunken in, and he was skinnier than before he left. His cheeks were less full and it made you kind of sad to see, you couldn’t help reaching out to touch his soft skin. You stayed like that for a moment before his fingers wrapped around your wrist and gently lowered it. “Can you walk? We have to get that cleaned up.” He looked around and said, "I don't want to leave you alone out here.” He cared about you. That fact wrapped itself around your heart and your eyes stung, your vision got blurry and you cried. For the first time in months you cried. Maybe you had too much to drink, usually you’d be mortified to shed a tear even in front of your friends.

Suddenly against something warm and solid and lifted up, you were on his back and Baekhyun brought you to his apartment. His warmth, his comfort, he smelled so good. You almost complained when he left you on his couch and disappeared somewhere into the apartment. His house was simply designed, lined with beautiful nudes and wood, and the couch felt soft under your touch. The colorful pillows made you happy to see them. You’d only been here a handful of times but it was always cozy to you. Your foot was aching distantly and you tried to ignore it. Maybe you’d been hurting longer than you realized.

Baekhyun came back with a small first aid kit and tossed a throw blanket in your lap before kneeling in front of you once more. “I was worried. You were out for so long.” His touch was so gentle as he cleaned your wound, so soft against your ankle, and the small pout on his lips as he focused. The way his eyes narrowed in as if he couldn’t afford to make a single mistake. Baek often dyed his hair for work but the white with black tips really looked good on him.

“You’re handsome.” The words came out before you could think about it and he instantly cracked a smile.

“I know.” He teased and finished wrapping up your foot, pushing himself up to sit next to you on the couch. That’s right, he didn’t think much of a compliment from you. You were just his neighbor after all. A neighbor he pitied and thought needed his help. “So,” he started after a moment. “You guys broke up? About time. I’m happy for you.” You hated the return to topic, all that drinking had gone to waste if you were going to continue to think about this. “Guess that means I can make a move now, huh?” That same teasing tone he always used was starting to irritate you. How could he say something like that so easily just to tease you?

You stood and gathered your things, suddenly much more sober than when you arrived. “I’m not wasting my time on this.” Now wasn’t the time to get involved with someone you knew wasn’t interested. “You don’t like me like that.” You weren’t used to that kind of honestly and after the words left your lips you felt a resounding feeling of dread. Those words felt forbidden, only to be kept in your mind but now he knew that you thought about that moment. You needed to get out of there. Now. Without looking at him, you beelined for the door.

“Who said that?” His soft tone made you stop, but he still hadn’t moved from the couch, clicking the little plastic box closed before he returned his eyes to yours.

“Lonely people stick together.” The words haunted behind your eyes and you repeated them to him. The way his teeth pulled at his lower lip was enticing.

“You were in a relationship,” he said, taking a few steps closer to you, but leaving enough space that you were free to leave whenever you wanted. “What else was I supposed to say? ‘Yes, I’ve been in love with you for years?’” You didn’t know if this was a joke to him, but he looked serious as far as you could tell. His words echoed in your ears. He’d been in love with you for years? What if this was all a cruel trick? But Baekhyun had never been cruel to you before.

Those chocolate eyes stared at you, that comfortable little smile on his lips, he was serious. “I don’t mind waiting. It’s a lot to ask all things considered. So let’s do things at your pace,” he slid his hands into his pockets, still allowing the safety gap between you, “I won’t waste your time. You deserve to be treated right, and I want to be that for you.” He hummed softly, “But I just want you to live your life happily. That doesn’t need to be with me. Just think about it?”

He was so honest. You could see the way his ears and cheeks flushed in nerves, but it seemed like that had been something he’d been thinking about for a while. It filled your stomach with butterflies and your heart was racing in your chest. “Okay.” Maybe you could learn to love again with time. And this time you’d make sure you were treated right.

[harupiacha]

【創作百合】危険な恋愛

[sun-square-moon]

Our love is a dangerous type of love. The kind of love you just know you’ll never fully recover from.

[darkromanceart]

"Their love was a dark and dangerous thing, but it was also the only thing that made them feel truly alive."

[sakurame]

危険な恋愛 | Dangerous Love

[pink-yuri]

♡ Dangerous Love ♡

[aitcport]

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