#yandere gangsta

[midnightlee25]

22. With Worick Arcangelo with him being the one speaking.

Please and thank you ☺️

Yandere says: Is there a problem here, gentlemen? - Worick Arcangelo

Worick stared down the four men from the opening of the alleyway. 

Just a few moments ago Worick had been following his darling home from work late at night. After all, Ergastulum is filled with people who just want to cause others pain before taking everything that person has. He saw the men grab his darling and pull them into an alley in order to rob them. The men had glared at Worick before realizing he was one of the handymen. Of course the glint they saw from one of his hands also made a good deterrent as they ran off. Worick would haunt them down with Nicolas later but for now his darling needed him.

“Don’t worry sugar, I'll walk you the rest of the way home.” He said after calming them down. He didn’t give them a chance to answer as he pulled them close and started walking down the street. 

His darling still too in shook to realize they had never showed Worick where they live.

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Yandere Alphabet: Nicolas Brown

Guys! Guys! This was so self-indulgent you wouldn´t believe it. I just, I just love that dude!! I mean go and take a look at him. He just everything! I love him so much! But the show - It´s "Gangsta." btw - never got that much attention, and yet I adore it so much!!

Nicolas Brown

He is someone that was always heavily ostracized, barely seen as human, and most of the time, the way people treat him also reflects that. Sometimes, he sees himself only as a rabid dog on a leash, because nothing else could justify how others interact with him. Get ready for some angst, because this man is riddled with trauma, and will definitely bring it with him.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

One thing, he always manages to do, without fail, is to be close to you when you need him. It makes you wonder, if he just that attuned to you or that sensitive for when some ones mood is about to drop. You always hope, that it´s just the former, but know, that the latter probably already saved his life before. He can soothe your fears with ease. It doesn´t matter if he just standing a bit closer to you, his presence comforting you or if he gently touches your arm. Still, he gives you space when you need it. It what makes his presence never feel overbearing. His affection shows itself in the way, he pays attention to you. The way he tries to make you smile, and shoots one of his own crooked smiles back at you. His affection show itself in him being kind.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Even though Nicolas is on the smaller side, he is still able to draw an imposing figure. He also has a mean face, and he knows it. For him, it´s easy to chase people away. He know how to be intimidating, and he isn´t afraid to be as well. One thing, that will always be true, is that he will match the aggression level of the other person, if he won´t be worse than the other person. He won´t shy away from a little blood or a good fight. Sometimes he even enjoys it. He grew up as part of a mercenary group, he kills for a living nowadays. And quite frankly, it is Ergastulum. It´s almost expected in a place like this, from a guy like him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No matter what happens, he will not mock his darling. Not for their tears, not for their fear either. Though, he is a bit clueless, why they are so suddenly afraid of him. It happened before with other people, sure, but he never expected them to be like this. Especially, because they already knew him from before. But he can be patient. He is willing to simply wait it out. There a quiet a few difficulties communicating, but nothing that can´t be figured out. It´s not like topics like these came up in conversations between you two before. He tries to be as kind as possible, because he doesn´t want to scare you further. Especially because there is no need for that. Though, he will be annoyed, when he is attacked by you. And because of his gruff nature, annoyance may quickly look like rage.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is awfully familiar with how it feels to be treated like something lesser. Because of that, he will try his best to avoid these actions, these mistakes in getting your affection. Though there are still some things, that he deems too important to get your counsel on. He will lock you up. He will hide you away. Because he is afraid. He knows what kind of people he interacts with. There is no way, that you would be safe. He is afraid that someone would kill you. He doesn´t mind being out with you. But the thought of you being alone out there, is absolutely terrifying for him. Because of that he will teach you how to fight. It doesn´t matter to him, if you want to learn or not. He will make you. Also expect to learn how to sign. Because while he still understands most of what you´re saying, and he can still talk. Well, he likes sign more, and quietly frankly, that´s enough reason for him to teach you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

While he finds it incredibly difficult to open up to you, he still tries to. Sometimes, he has trouble expressing himself in a way, that you both will understand. He doesn´t know the words, and because he learned to sign so lately in life, it sometimes doesn´t feel quite right either. There will always be a language barrier between the two, even when both of you try their best to understand. In the end, he just wants to lean against you sometimes. Sitting close to you and holding your hand. Taking the same comfort in you, that you sometimes take from him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

If he is to be honest, he is disappointed by your reaction, but also never expected anything different either. Though he does get annoyed by your continued aggression towards him. It´s not like you did that before, so he doesn´t understand why you´re fighting him on everything now. Over time he will get short and kind of snappy with you, because he just can´t stand it, that you seem to suddenly fight him over everything. He expects it at this point, yes, but is doesn´t mean that he becomes suddenly okay with it.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This could never be a game for him. He will break with the knowledge, that you try so hard to get away from him. It destroys him. He tries so hard to make it good for you, and to see it all so quickly disregarded, hurts him deeply. Even with all of his sharp edges, he tries to be soft with you. He breaks down before you, apologizing to you, over and over again. Please, never try something like this again.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably, the one time he couldn´t shield you from his reality. When he couldn´t hide you any more, from the bloody desperation he comes from. When he couldn´t keep you away from the truth any more, from his fate, that would haunt him till the end of the time. When it slipped his notice, when he was telling you about his weakest points in his life. About that time, where society had beaten it into him that he can never defend himself. The realization of it all, the recognition of his behaviour, hurts more than anything else.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He knows, that he already is living on borrowed time. His days are counted, and he doesn´t has much more in him. Add to that his constant abuse of Celebre, and he has a situation on his hands were the chances of his continued survival grow slimmer each day. One day the constant overdoses might actually kill him. He knows all of that. He knows. Because of that, maybe even in spite of it, he only wishes for a bit of peace with you. He greets every day, as if it might be his last, because for him, it very well might be.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

While he does get jealous, and that very easily on top of that, he doesn´t lash out. A lot. He has a bit of self-control, but him losing it in a jealous fit, might be dangerous to the people he loves. Because of that, he tends to internalize most of his emotions, only to let them run freely, when he actually gets into a fight. And when he fights it gets ugly quickly. Usually though, he will still shout something, that will make it clear, that the two of you belong together. Pulling them closer towards himself.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Nicolas around his darling is gentle and quiet. He is nonintrusive, and generally finds ways to organically introduce himself into your life. In the end, he never tries to insert himself in any aggressive way. It almost seems like you met him someday, and he became a really good friend over some time. Most of the time, it´s quite obvious, that Nicolas seems to enjoy your attention. Or rather, that he enjoys your company.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He is someone, that watches from a far. He acts like a shadow, that can´t be quite shaken off. Persistent and focused. Sometimes, you can see him in your peripheral but never directly. This can be quite unnerving. In the end it will be Worick, that has to introduce Nicolas to you. After that, Nicolas tends to flirt with you, though with his face you can never quite tell if he truly means it. Somewhere in the distance though, you´re sure you heard how Worick let out a little despaired filled sigh.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He tends to be a lot more closed off in public. A permanent scowl etched onto his features. He is quick to become snappy and easier to bring to rage. At home, or rather around his few loved ones, he becomes quieter. He seems to loose his sharp edges, as he becomes softer. Gentle and kind. In general it´s very easy to see how the stress seems to leave him, as soon as he steps into a safe space. How his face relaxes and his posture slums. As soon as he comes home, he steps out of his constant defensive stance. The hard shell falls away to reveal a bleeding heart.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Nicolas isn´t really a fan on the whole punishing thing. While he tends to get a little snappy, when you annoyed him for long enough, he never outright does something to you. He becomes a bit shorter with you than usual. When he is angry at you, he tends to show you the cold shoulder, leaving the room, shorter answers than usual. The distance he keeps in that moment, is meant to keep you safe from him. He doesn´t want his temper to boil over at the wrong moment. He is very aware of the fact, that he could easily kill you and it wouldn´t even take any real effort for him. He will stay like this, till you apologize, but only for the very specific thing, that annoyed him. Only then he will be able to calm down again. Don´t worry, he will tell you what it was beforehand. He wants you to make it clear when something bothers you, and he will do the same.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He confines them out of what he perceives as necessity. No matter, where he goes, he´s bound to have enemies. Not only does he put himself into a dangerous situation with his job, but he is also a twilight. There a far too many people out there, who would come after them alone for that. The moment, he started to associate with them, their life was in danger. You may not know these things, but he does.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Nicolas has the patience of a saint for this specific instance only. He can wait. Over time though, he will get anxious, because he knows, that his own time is running out. Still, he can´t bring himself to forcefully push things along with them. He enjoys how peaceful live can be, when he is with them. Just living for once. Not in a hurry.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No he will not move on. No matter what happens he is caught up on them. He would still search for them, not to be close again, just to see them. While what happened hurt him, he will still accept this very clear rejection for what it is. It´s not like he does have the time for falling in love again anyway. He would always still cling to them. Sooner rather than later you should expect a blond to knock at your door, that can´t stand to see his best friend moping around like this and a gun to your face, a threat spoken with a voice like silk and a charming grin to match. It never really was Nicolas one had to watch out for anyway. Not when it came to you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

There is one thing you should know. Be aware that his health is declining. It´s getting worse every day. His body is slowly deteriorating. There is no way he isn´t aware of that as well. It also becomes clear that, he will always suffer for you as you do. All of this means, that he would let you go in a heartbeat if this was truly what you wanted, but can´t bring himself to regret grasping at what little joy he has in the world. At least just for a moment longer.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Just one look at his life will lay the blame firmly in his childhood. His father wasn´t great by any means, and it really didn´t help, that he was treated like property. Still is, in some circles. Nothing Nicolas has ever experienced taught him a healthy outlook on anything. Love has always hurt him, so isn´t that what it´s supposed to do? He wouldn´t know a good coping mechanism if it bit him. Another factor is, that Worick is shameless in enabling him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn´t feel comfortable seeing his love wearing themself out like this. Somewhere, he thinks he can almost recognize himself in them, and it scares him. He knows, that these fits are a sign of your mental health declining, and he is helpless in watching it happen. Because of that, he will rope Worick in to help. His friend managed to help him, surely he will be able to help them as well. He doesn´t know what to do any more, and he is afraid of what might happen next.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Something different about him is that he absolutely aware of his own mortality. He is also very careful around his darling, because he can´t see himself treating them badly in any capacity. Another thing is, that he waits to pursue then in an unhealthy way, till he gets the confirmation from someone, that it would be okay. Nicolas absolutely gets encouraged by Worick half of the time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He always wants what it best for them. No matter what. This is the only way out for you. Only if you keep playing from the angle how it would be so much better to apart from him, you can escape him, while he still lives. Another thing you should keep in mind is, that you will outlive him. Nicolas doesn´t has that much left, and he knows that the people he loves will outlive him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

With Nicolas it will be an accident, when his darling gets hurt. He really isn´t a fan of hurting them at all. Even would prefer if it never happened at all. Still, sometimes accidents will happen regardless of what everybody wants. Maybe you got targeted because of him or he underestimated his own strength. Regardless, he will feel guilty about it.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He likes his love quite a lot, and is most of time content to just watch you from the shadows for a long time. He doesn´t need to hang all over you all of the time. Small conversations are fine with him. Meeting every now and then, as long as can still see you. All is fine. It has to be fine. In the end it´s Worick who gives him a push. To finally act upon what he is feeling all of the time. He is trying. Oh, he tries so much.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He is quite capable of pining forever. Nothing you do will make him snap. He can wait. He can be patient. He can, painfully awkward the whole time, dance around the subject with you. Sometimes, he is even so good at it, that you won´t realize that you spent hours with him, even though you just met on the street. He snaps, only when he sees, that even though he is willing to stay away from you, people still come for you. When he unknowingly puts you in danger. It also doesn´t help, that Worick, also none the wiser, is enabling him at every opportunity. Reassuring Nicolas, that he indeed „deserve nice things in your life! Stop being such a stuck up, and get ´em, tiger!“, and will hide a body, or several, when it comes to his best friend.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

People, especially his father, have tried to break Nicolas before. He would never inflict the same cruelties onto his darling. He wouldn´t even be able to do it. It would be too much for him. He strongly believes, that the ones he loves, should never have to experience the same pain, that he went through. He will always do his best, to shield them as good as he can. They should never have to bear the same scars. Not on their body. Not on their mind. Not on their soul. He will personally see to it, that it can never happen.

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My focus has been kinda all over the place with my writing lately and I need to re-center. 🙃 And I figure what better way to do that than to see what my people actually want from me!

I'll leave this up for a week so I can be workin' on some stuff in the meantime. Y'all be sho to let me know na'. 🤨

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[suiana]

yandere! ice skater and first time skater reader. gang this is so gangsta!!! imagine going onto the skating rink for the first time and falling constantly like a little kid 😂😂😂 u even have a helmet and one of those seals 😂😂😂 meanwhile yandere! ice skater (who's also your longtime admirer) is literally an olympic skater that makes doing jumps and axels look easy.

"AURGH-"

"oh dear, shall i help you?"

the ice skater gracefully glides over to you as you fall onto your ass for the fifth time since you fell onto your ass. you came in ten minutes ago.

he meticulously adjusts your position, teaching you the basics while holding onto your hand as he encourages you.

"well done, you're doing great, sweetheart. yes, just like that..."

by the end of your little lesson with him, you could hold yourself up for at least ten minutes!!!! wowzers!!! you thank him gratefully before trying to skate off...

only to realize that he was still holding onto your hand.

"where do you think you're going? i never said our lesson was over, did i?"

?????

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

- requests will take a while as i have so many at the moment!

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[🕷️] 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

Toxic!Armando traits in a relationship.

Armando as a boyfriend: the 5 love languages!

How he would act when having a crush on you!

How he gets your attention!

How he would be when you reveal that you’re pregnant.

Polar opposites!

how he is in a relationship

armando as a yandere

armando in an age gap relationship

how he takes care of you during pregnancy.

how he would be once you’ve given birth to his child!

A-Z nsfw - how he would be in bed.

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[🕷️] 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

open a window!

7PM, Friday

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[🕷️] 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒:

the unwanted man

forbidden love : part 1 , part ?

a little help

flames of love

the girl is mine!

reflection

gangsta

gone

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[🕷️] 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒..

- 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈:

episode 1

- 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃:

🕷️ episode 1

🕷️ episode 2

[pynkgothicka]

Ｇａｎｇｓｔａ ＪＪＫ

Ask/Req-Should do one where OC basically gets taught all her life skills from Jungkook(maybe) and he can mold her anyway he wants- wether it’s cute and innocent, or just oblivious. Maybe OCs parents were never hands on in the slightest and that left her to group up with only Jungkook there for her

Synopsis- Jungkook’s soft spot is you. The love of his life, someone who was given to him and will love him forever and through all his days.

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Mobster! Jungkook x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - No one!

Tags and Warnings - Murdered Parents, hints towards a dark relationship, some smut

Authors Note - This took me so long! I’m sorry guys!!

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jungkook was the kindest guy you had ever met. He was easily the love of your life. Even if you were in college with no one else, there was nobody in comparison to him. How he shielded you from the world he preached about being so evil, the man who saved you from your family. Jungkook would go leaps and bounds for you.

You stood in deep thought, awaiting his arrival to get you from the university grounds, the icy winter air swirling around you. At last, you perked up to only hear the rumble of Jungkook's loud motorcycle engine.

You smile as you see him whip his motorcycle into the parking lot. His leather jacket and ripped denim only make the man you adore even more attractive. His bike slows down in front of you; he takes off his helmet, revealing his black hair.

His shirt was covered in sweat as he gave you a signature smile. “Hey baby, I'm sorry I was late."Hey baby, sorry I'm late," he said, shifting to let you on. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

You mumble softly, "It's okay, I know you won't forget about me." You take a deep breath of his jacket, the scent a mixture of weed and spearmint. The odor would make others nauseous, but you find it comforting and familiar. “I just can’t wait to make it back to your place.”

🏍️

Jungkook fed you cotton candy grapes as you lounged in his apartment, making sure to cater to his one and only. With one hand scrolling mindlessly through his phone, his other hand brought the grapes to your lips, the tips of his tattooed fingers brushing over them each time, eliciting giggles from you with the sweet gesture.

Jungkook's loving gaze met yours, and he smiled. "Are you staying the night again?" he asked, putting his phone down to give you his full attention - something he had done for most of his life.

"I'm not sure if my parents are home right now," you say quietly to your boyfriend. “Besides I don't want to go home, my dad's being well himself again.” His gaze turns soft with understanding, and he feeds you another grape to sweeten the sorrowful moment. As the sweetness spreads across your tongue, you feel the sadness fading away. Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. His hands trace the curve of your body tenderly.

He understood how your parents mistreated you, ignoring you to indulge themselves as if you didn't belong to them. Yelling at you and shoving you aside to satisfy their desires - that was typical of mafia parents, and he would know. But now he led his gang, and he vowed he'd never treat you as cruelly as others had. He always made sure to distract you when your mind wandered to such thoughts.

While kissing your neck, he slid his hands over your backside, eliciting a blissful yet pleading whine from you. "Koo, remember no hickeys," you said softly. With a sigh, he detached himself from you.

“Fine no hickies, but I want to ruin you, baby.” He says snickering and pulling off your shirt. his mouth attaches to your breast as he moans around it. His lips suck on your areola, tongue lapping at the exposed breast. You let out languid moans as your hands go to his shirt, pulling it over his head as he pulls away. His eyes stared at you as you looked back panting.

You go to unhook your bra, revealing yourself to Jungkook. “I'm so needy for you.” You mutter into his neck littering the skin with kisses and hickies. He lets out a groan, his hands moving to dig into your ass. Small crescents form and you let out a lewd groan. “Don’t ever leave me Koo…”

"You know I could never replace you, for no one could ever be good enough to take your place," he said poetically, connecting your lips once again.

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After fulfilling his promise to ruin you, Jungkook put you to bed as he had urgent business to attend to. Not wanting you anywhere near his work, he made sure to leave you be. With a kiss on your forehead and lending you his jacket for comfort, he left.

Jungkook sat in a chair, glaring at your parents, whom he had kidnapped and brought to the base of his operations. As your mother stirred awake, his eyes narrowed. "Welcome back to reality," Jungkook sneered as he approached her chair.

"Jungkook? What the fuck is this?" Your mother hissed angrily. She tettered in her chair. He smiles as he places his finger on her lips. He then pulled out a gun and shot her dead in the head. He never had a problem with her, nothing too serious to be upset about. The quicker she was gone, the easier things could be.

But him.

He was the one who neglected the person to whom he had devoted all of his life. So, with his wife gone, everything would be much more satisfactory when he made him pay.

Speaking of, he watched as your dad stirred awake. His eyes went to the side of him seeing his wife was dead, a bullet going straight through her head. “God no. Please no… not her.” He mumbled before struggling in his seat.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” Jungkook mumbled going behind him. His hand went to the back of your father's neck, the grip hurting before he started to squeeze. “Seems kind of unfair doesn’t it?”

Your dad started to rage internally. “Y-You killed her? Why we gave you everything you could've ever wanted, shit you practically own my daughter what more could you want?” He said as soon as Jungkook's grip let up. He watched in horror as the man just laughed, all Jungkook could do was laugh in his face.

“You still hurt her though. How could you just leave your daughter like that… just having to settle with being around me? You are actually kind of lucky that she loves me. But I mean it's not like she spent any time with anyone else.” Jungkook started to walk around your father, taunting him with nothing but his thoughts. “She loves me, practically worships the ground I walk on. I mean thats a benefit for me, but pretty shitty for you. I get to finally kill you for all the pain you caused her.”

Your father started to scream and Jungkook allowed him. But finally, he had enough before stuffing the man's mouth with a towel filled with gasoline. “Scream and you’ll choke. I mean no one heard you but it got annoying pretty quickly. Now Shh, and let me do what I have to do.”

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“Koo? Where did you go?” You mumbled feeling strong arms wrap around you. You leaned into his touch groaning at the comforting feeling of his skin on yours.

“Had to take care of something, sorry for leaving.”

“It's fine, just tell me beforehand.”

“Of course, I love you.”

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[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ You’re the one who brought the dawn to my eternal nights. ❞

Ω!reader x α!jeong-hyun | omegaverse AU, fluff, NSFW | sub. bttm. reader (AFAB) | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 4k

warnings: graphic description of violence, mentions/descriptions of CA (physical, mental, emotional), mentions of dog attacks, guns, power imbalance, yandere tendencies, mentions of drugs, stalking, mentions of torture

masterlist: how you met (mob yanderes) : pt. 1 (K.JH)

authors note: @xuxitheii come get your meal "...(Y/N) could be a performer/singer at a gentleman's club..." *song on repeat: Gangsta by Kehlani (spec. the flashback version)

* YN is described as wearing more fem. clothing as he performs

He doesn't understand why he is the way he is. If Jeong-Hyun could voice his thoughts in a more concise manner, he would tell others that though the life he leads, with death awaiting at every corner, was perfect for him — he wishes he could do anything else other than this.

That, although, he is a violent man he only ever uses it as a necessity; a reaction, a defense.

A dog does not bite for no reason.

But he is not a dog.

He is a man.

Seo-Yun tells him this with such a kind smile, his heart hammers out of his chest each time she does. Jeong-Hyun doesn't understand why it does that.

When he was a child, he'd been thrown into the dog fighting rings as the opener. The new top dog would snarl at him, foam at the mouth as it barked while he cowered into a corner that did not exist. The men and women who cheered from above him, around him, disorientating as his pumping veins all but thundered with each beat of his heart.

The lights, the announcer yelling into the microphone, the beer cans thrown into the ring to push him out into the centre — and if that didn't work, the electric cow prods they'd jab at him from every side until he leapt into the rabid dogs maw.

That would get his heart racing the same way.

That visceral fear. It was a familiar emotion for Jeong-Hyun. Fear was a friend, a constant, the tremors in his hands, the clenching of his jaws, the scars on the insides of his cheeks.

Seo-Yun's kindness brings him fear and he does not understand but he cannot say this out loud.

Why? He doesn't know.

But when fear is not a constant, other emotions tentatively make way to the top. These, comes with wants rather than needs. Jeong-Hyun finds himself wanting things outside of needing to survive a fight, or of stomaching down the gruel he was given once a week.

Now that he can breathe, he can want and Jeong-Hyun is floored by this.

Seo-Yun provides whatever he wishes. A landed house with an open concept interior, soft clothes for when he is home, things he'd need for the pack of strays he adopted. When he is hurt, she hires the best doctors who stick needles into his inner elbows and with each lazy drop of the thick liquid it makes Jeong-Hyun’s nerves cool into beautiful numbness.

The money he gets doesn’t exactly hinder his wanting either. He can simply flash some of the notes and suddenly everyone bends over backwards.

Everything seems more feasible and within his grasp. His dream of simply surviving now a mishappen...blob.

A blob that has no shape. No colour. No ideals. No goals. He simply fulfils his sister's wishes because he loves her and can clearly see her dream in its vivid colours.

Then, as if the world had finally listened to his incomprehensible thoughts, you came into his life.

It was night time  — most of Jeong-Hyun's activities is when the sky is dark  — and he'd been accompanying his sister in her discussions with some drug lord.

Swaying favours, swapping fielty, trading a few secrets and cash for more access.

The usual business.

Jeong-Hyun hated the entrance of it. The narrow pathway between two buildings, climbing down the stairs into an even tighter foyer, before being let in. Even then, the tightness does not dissipate.

This gentleman's club — with it's heavy red drapery along the walls that reek of cigar and artificial fruit flavoured smoke — and the yellow and dim lighting that was meant to be moody...

He saw it as nothing more than headache inducing nuisances.

Secrecy was a must considering what goes on beyond these doors.

Gambling, prostitution, drugs, money laundering — the whole nine yards.

But fuck, couldn't they afford a bigger spot?

Seo-Yun glanced his way, then to his curled fingers and white knuckles. They meet their gazes. He offers a grimace, his left eye twitching just slightly, and shakes his head. Being uncomfortable was the norm for him before Seo-Yun. He can perserver. There was nothing here that he wasn’t used to.

The girls here knew better than to lay hands on him.

Or perhaps they were too frightened with how intimidating he was. With his broad shoulders and imposing height, his good eye shining in the low light; he wasn’t shy about flooding his space with his scent either.

Jeong-Hyun didn’t give a shit if it was unseemly or ungentlemanly. If it got the message across that he wasn’t someone you shoved around — he didn’t care if it made noses curl or cheeks turn red.

The girls, however, crowded his sister.

Her scent was more muted despite the core of it being alpha-like. A musk that all alpha’s equally shared as a base note. She grinned, using her tall frame to make them coo as they hung onto her arms.

She’d always been so nice to the whores. Jeong-Hyun rolled his eyes, air escaping through his nose as Seo-Yun tucked some hair behind one of their ears, purposefully ghosting her wrist along their jaw. Their brain basically exploded, pupils growing so wide it made Jeong-Hyun think of a rat’s shimmering eyeballs.

Seo-Yun gives them a lipless, yet coy, curl of her lips. No teeth in sight, demure in their presence. It helps that they're familiar with her cues. Afterall, this was not their first time visiting this establishment.

But tonight was different. Because, once again, this was the night everything changed for him.

They were seated in the VIP area, tucked in a cove to ensure privacy whilst still having a clear unblocked view of the stage. The curtains lifted just as they sat down, Jeong-Hyun spreading his legs as a clear sign of impoliteness. His gun holster peeks from his leather jacket.

There’s the strum of a bass guitar. The echoing twang making him unclench his jaw as he turns his head to face the stage.

You were a sight he’d never seen, and he’d seen plenty.

Gaping bullet holes. Guts spilling with billowing steam as insides meet the outside. Ears and fingers torn apart. Heads splattered open on the concrete. Brain matter swirling down the concrete of a butcher shop.

All that horror dissipates into smoke.

You were dressed like an angel. An angel for gangsters like himself, anyways. No snowy white wings and cherub rosy-dusted cheeks and tight blonde curls.

Instead, you had elbow-high gloves that were beaded with pearls around the seam. The flesh of your thigh has a tantalizing shimmery hue of your skin tone, twinkling faintly as you swayed your hips and shimmied your fur-covered shoulders.

Did you know you pout every time you sing into the microphone? Nothing majorly obvious, but he was enchanted by the colour of your gloss and how soft your lips looked.

He noticed.

He remembers hearing your voice lift every time you smile as you sing. How adorable the crease between your eyebrows was as you crooned to the audience.

When you started to walk off the stage, he had to stop himself from snarling as the alphas in the crowd began cheering and whooping. Seo-Yun’s hand on his nape makes him damn near short circuit.

She’s staring at him with her brows furrowed. It’s his scent. That sharp, spicy, scent of a displeased alpha — he’d been seething so much the girls were cowering next to his sister.

Jeong-Hyun was an uncaring asshole but not a heartless one. He offers a grimace as an apology, uncurling his fists and turning his head around again only to be met with the sight of your gloved hand.

You’re singing. He can lip-read you from how close you are, and he can feel how warm you actually are — from the stage lights most likely. But most importantly, Jeong-Hyun can smell you.

That haunting smell of rare flowers blooming under the moonlight, hidden in their own utopia away from mankind. You smile at him, sweet and coy and insincere. This was just a transaction to you after all.

He brings his knees closer together, the bump of his throat bobs. You rest your hand on the collar of his jacket, leaning down and whispering the lyrics the song into his ear/microphone.

You're new to this place.

None of the other 'entertainers' dared to place hands on Jeong-Hyun. He wasn't fond of strangers invading his space, despised it really, and he had no problems letting it show. Yet, as though under a spell, he does nothing as you brush a hand to his chest.

Your voice echoing sin, your breath causing his mishappen ear to redden as his sullen skin flushes. When you pull back, he expects to see at least a smidge of disgust.

He wouldn't fault you for it. His years growing up inside of a dog fighting ring had not left him looking pretty  — his teeth were exposed on the left side of his face. Skin ripped off after a particularly rough day with an adrenaline-pumped mutt. His left eye was milky, perpetually tugged back from the scarring, there'd also been the pinkish scar across his neck. That'd been man-made, and you had probably felt the way it dipped and caved like a canyon across his skin.

The reason he wears gloves was because of the other scars too. Chunks of flesh missing, divots, messily stapled fingers.

Jeong-Hyun was a beast. He expects to be treated like one.

You smile at him. Lips parting to show just a sly of teeth, curled lashes making the stars in your eyes shine brighter as you peer down at him. There's just the slightest wisps of steam coming off your skin from the stage light behind you, but you seem completely unbothered by this.

His pupil constrict into slits when he feels your gloved hand trace upwards, grasping onto your wrist so harshly he sees your brows twinge in pain. Yet, you continue to sing. His grip doesn't loosen, keeping you awkwardly in place.

The show must go on.

He's held your wrist away from his neck, but your fingers stretch and his shock is written across his grotesque face. They stroke faintly on the underside of his chin  — a brush, a featherlight touch.

You use his shock to your advantage. As his grip falters, you swiftly slip your hand away and turn your back to him.

"Are you alright?" Seo-Yun speaks from his side. Watching him as he stares at you climbing back on stage, the left side of his face was harder to read. But she can tell he's clenching his jaw, nostrils flaring.

But he wasn't angry. Not the slightest bit.

It was no surprise Jeong-Hyun missed a few important milestones due to his childhood. Of course, Seo-Yun had hired the best doctors to rectify that and for the most part, he's been acclimating just nicely. But complicated emotions always escapes him. Instincts often wins over for Jeong-Hyun.

You were the first person in his life that had made him feel no fear  — you made him feel unabashed desire.

Ideally, you'd prefer to perform in a proper bar. One with less shady figures. Where the men with tattoos aren't so shameless in showing off the knife sheaths near their waist. But it's tough to be a singer in this day and age. Bills, bills and more bills.

Not to mention loan sharks.

You don't understand why fate had decided to put you through these battles  — to make your father pass and graciously leaving you with nothing but his debts. It royally pissed you off. People tell you to not speak ill of the dead, but fuck him.

You hadn't been rolling in dough before he decided to drop dead but you'd been fine. Living in a small, closet-like, apartment near your college; working part-time here and there and then busking at night. Life hadn't been easy but it'd been simple.

Now? You were here in a room full of the scum of the Earth. You didn't even want to imagine what they do for a living. You were just grateful that you'd been hired here  — the pay was enough to keep the loan sharks from banging onto your poor door and splashing red paint all over your entrance. You had to drop out but you can always continue once you survive this.

Because that's all that matters now. Surviving.

So even if you're pulled into the lap of some gangsters lap or have your nape be grabbed at as you sing and twirl around the room in a true Jessica Rabbit-esque fashion, you endure.

Because you'd rather be groped than be dead.

You deserved to be alive, goddammit.

At least you weren't like the other omegas 'entertainers' in the room. You didn't think yourself as above them, not at all, but you were grateful your shady contract didn't mention any backroom work.

Tonight, like most nights, began with the curtains raising to reveal you. The  — in all the ways that count  — untouchable omega in his sparkling outfit of feathers and velvet. You sing and dance, walk down the stage to the wolf-whistles of many, and make your way through the room.

A few familiar faces stick out. The man with the lip scar grips your waist as you walk past and you look at him from over your shoulder, pretending to be delighted at the sight of him uncrossing his legs to show the tent in his pants.

Pig.

Then, there, at the more VIP tables. A woman in a red dress, surrounded by other omegas all fawning over her. Next to her, an imposing figure.

His profile was so beautiful. His nose had a subtle curve, the tip more round than sharp, and his strong brows complimenting the deep-high crease of his double eyelid. Such a strong jaw, inky black hair tousled but in the way that makes him look like a boy rather than a gangster.

With his legs spread, and his broad shoulders. His gloved hands crossed over his chest. You place yourself between his knees and when he turns you're momentarily caught off guard.

Holy. Fuck.

You'd seen scars before. Missing fingers, milky eyes, nicked lips, tattoos having a streak of pink flesh forever ruining it. This guy must've royally pissed someone off to have his fucked up like that. Despite that, as his good eye processes you're in front of him, he clams up like a shy school girl.

No slimy smirk, no rough hands gripping at your ass, no flare of scent. His cheeks are dusted with pink and his mouth gapes. When you touch him, he stiffens just slightly, but he keeps his hands to himself. Behind you, the bassist's fingers stutter, missing his rhythm for a split second before smoothly recovering.

Leaning in, you continue to sing right into his good ear, feeling the scars on his chest through the thin shirt. Which gives your nimble fingers to the chance to feel the leather straps he had and your eyes widen.

Fuck, he must be some sort of legend here, huh? Sitting in VIP, having a fucking gun on him.

You glance at the woman behind him and you suck in a quick breath as she narrows her eyes at you. The girls around her all shoot you concerned expressions, lips pursing as they ping-pong between you and the scarred man beneath you.

Oh, shit. Were they together or something?

You pull away, attempting to keep your heart calm as you continue to play off this entire act as smoothly as you can. Lifting your hand upwards, just to tease his Adam's apple and then turn away.

But the second your hand is past his collarbones, he reacts. His grip is deadly. Your bones wheeze under the pressure and the leather gloves he wears creak along with it.

Be calm, you tell yourself. He can't shoot you in the middle of a show in front of everyone...can he?

Cold sweat beads down the back of your neck. Still, you keep your composure.

The show must go on.

He looks at your face and falters, so you offer his chin a quick brush as thanks before you swiftly turn to walk away. Your heart racing in your chest. The stage, the stage is safe.

Not if he decides to shoot you from there, you think solemnly. You shoot him another glance, and your gazes clash together. His hands are on his lap, gripping his knees instead. Far away from his gun.

You're safe.

You're safe.

You're safe.

The curtains close and you close your eyes, placing a hand over your chest as you grip onto the microphone stand. A hand grabs at your shoulder and you barely suppress the yelp when it spins you around. It's the bassist, a tall lanky alpha with his wavy hair always neatly slicked back. The entire band is standing, making their way to you with concern so evident between the crease in their brows.

"Are you fucking stupid?"

Instantly, their concern makes you annoyed. You smack his hand away and frown. You put the microphone back in its place and take out your in-ear, sighing tiredly as you walk past them.

"No, I'm not stupid, hyung." He chases after you behind stage, his bass still slung across his neck.

"Then you must be suicidal! Do you know who the hell you just groped?" Your shoulders raise and your cheeks warm. You turn to glare at him, tugging away that stupid feathered boa and scowling.

"I didn't fucking grope anyone! Shit, what's the big fucking deal? I didn't know he had a girlfriend, or wife, or madam, okay?" He shakes his head and takes steps towards you, hands raise as he emphasizes his shock.

"That's Kim Jeong-Hyun. Kim fucking Jeong-Hyun. And the woman behind him? That's his sister, Kim Seo-Yun."

"Ha-Joon-hyung, there's a million fucking Kim's in this country. Gangsters don't have a gangster-pedia, I don't know who they are, nor do I care," you say exasperatedly. Ha-Joon's hands flap around wildly for a moment as he stutters, trying his hardest it seemed to not just grab your shoulders and shake you around.

"Hyung, I'm really tired  — " you turn " — and I'm not interested in knowing who they are. I'll just avoid them next time, okay? I've got an early shift tomorrow, see you."

Ha-Joon's hands drop to his side as he stares at you walking away.

"...He's fucking crazy...that kid is fucking crazy..."

A week or so after that, your life continues as normal. Your legal part-time job had been uneventful. Not much customers, and the few that were there had been polite. You hope your shady part-time job was as mundane. Arriving through the back of a seafood restaurant, you greet the dishwasher who'd been smoking as he crouched under a flickering light.

"Hey, got any leftovers from tonight?" he nods, offering you a smile as he stands. "Got some packed away for you already, left it in your room."

You beam up at him, thanking him and slipping under his arm when he opens the door for you. The restaurant was winding down, cleaning up and preparing the drunkards that'll meander in. You greet a few familiar faces, expertly getting out of their way until you finally reach the door that leads you underground.

Your room was tiny. A vanity squeezed in with one flimsy rack of clothes and a poorly ventilated bathroom. You find your dinner awaiting you and eagerly sit down to feast. But then something catches your eye.

Flowers were normal. Not wanted but easy to get rid off.

These were not flowers. You stared at the box for a moment. Chocolates? No. It's a wide box. A lot of chocolates? Sighing, you reach over and stare at the unfamiliar logo on the box, picking up the note it came with.

Keep u safe - K. JH

You blink a few times as you stare at the messy handwriting. When you look at the box again, you are torn between feeling relief that you hadn't pissed him off and feeling a bit scared that you'd apparently caught his eye. When opened, the box reveals a fucking knife. Not an ordinary kitchen knife either. It was a proper fucking knife — for hunting. Animals and people. The blade was shining under the bulbs of your vanity; the handle rough and hefty and dark. You drop the lid, taking a step back only to stiffen as a familiar voice speaks from behind you.

"Fucking weirdo, right?"

"Boss!" You turn and bow at the waist, he regards you with a smile and nod. You straighten up and turn your attention to the fucking knife on your desk sitting all pretty and safe. Next to it seemed to be its sheath, along with some sort of straps.

He bought you the whole fucking set?

"What kind of alpha gifts an omega a fucking knife? Kim fucking Jeong-Hyun, that ugly bastard," he enters the already too small room and you bump into the clothing rack to give him room. He lifts the knife and whistles, eyeing the sharp edge.

"...Do you wanna take it?" you wonder as you watch his face from the mirror. He cringes, tilting his head and hissing through his teeth as he uses the mirror to glance your way too. "And lose my fucking hand? Hell no. If any of his sisters men sees me with this? I'm as good as dead."

He slips the knife into its sheath, carefully putting it back in the box then kicking the fallen lid to your feet. He notices your dinner and picks up the plastic bowl, taking the lid off and taking a sniff. He leans on the table and shamelessly grabs the plastic spoon in the plastic to take a bite.

"I forgot to tell you not to get in their way, my mistake. I thought with a face that ugly you'd be too scared to get close anyways." He speaks through mouthfuls of rice. You lose your appetite.

"Who is he, sir?" you shifted your weight from one foot to another. He chews, swallowing thickly then answers.

"His sisters monster. Her hellhound. Nobody has any idea what hole those two freaks crawled out of, but they've been killing entire fucking gangs in the 3 years they're here. Entire bloodlines." He points the spoon your way, splashing some soup your way and you flinch as some rice sticks to your cheek. You frown, he ignores it.

"3 years, fucking insane! Burning down buildings, painting entire towns red until the leader puts his head on the floor and submits. Fucking brats, she doesn’t even use honorifics when speaking to me. That bitch."

Okay, perhaps you should have listened to Ha-Joon.

"You know I heard that once he cut off someone's arms and legs and left them crawling on the ground? Sicked his dogs on them. Heard that poor bastard's dick got torn off by some German Shepherd."

Your appetite was officially gone and your face was surely a shade of green now. He glances at the box again, shaking his head as he takes another hefty bite of your dinner.

"He give a note or something?" You squeeze the card in your hand and slip it behind you. He scoffs as you shake your head. "Yeah, thought so. 'pparently he's dimwitted. Just stay away from him next time, yeah? Hurts my heart just thinkin' of your pretty face getting ripped apart."

He pats your shoulders as he walks out. Well, there goes your dinner. For a moment, you take a moment to process what you’d been told before you reread the note in your hand.

Keep u safe — K.JH

After that night, like some ironic joke, you haven't felt safe. You feel followed. Everywhere you went, you were certain someone was there to watch. In the beginning, when the hairs on your neck prickled in the middle of your part-time job of serving people food, you thought that it was just paranoia. But then, then, you start seeing them.

Men in black caps and face masks. Women with their phone camera always tilted your way. Just in your peripheral, always avoiding your gaze and smoothly slipping away when they know that you know.

That knife was still in its box, you refused to use it. Keeping it under your bed out of all places. But lately, you swear all you can think about when you're at home is how its just right there.

Keep u safe.

Did he know something you didn't? Was he actually just trying to give you a fighting chance against these pro-stalkers? Or were you losing your goddamn mind and the stress was getting to you?

A month of this and you were already contemplating carrying a weapon that'd just get you in more trouble. What did you know about handling a knife like that?

You were scared of nicking your knuckles whenever you were cooking. Did he think you would just magically understand how self-defense worked?

You knocked on Ha-Joon's door. He's been expecting you so he opens with no trepidation. You had a backpack and a duffel bag, greeting him politely and he allows you inside his home. It's nothing grand but he had a guest bedroom and he pitied you enough.

"Thanks, hyung" he shuts the door behind you and sighs. "Don't mention it."

He was a scaredy cat but he couldn't let you keep this up. You'd been sleeping in the room backstage, putting on more concealer and constantly gazing off into nothingness. One of the band members had offered you cocaine and the second he saw you even contemplating it he knew you were at your wits end.

It's one thing to keep gangsters entertained, it's another to be dirtying your hands with the same filth.

He leads you to your room, hoping that sleeping under the same roof as another person would give your anxieties some reprieve.

You place your things down and sit at the edge of the bed, swaying a bit and he bids you goodnight for now.

When the curtains raise, he's there. Right there. In front of you, looking up at you. His sister was nowhere in sight. Instead, there's a pack of men and women behind of him. They're not even looking at you, they have other omegas or betas hanging off their arms and seem intent on keeping their gaze away from you.

He's staring at you. Tilting his head slowly, the left side of his face kept hidden in the shadows and you try to keep your heart calm but when he looks at you like that — like he wants to swallow you whole.

The lyrics slip your mind, so you play it off by glancing at the band instead and moving your body to the beat.

Breathe, you remind yourself. You're fine, you're okay, you're safe.

The flash of gore erupting behind your eyelids with every blink was not helping. Your imagination runs wild, conjuring the image of a human torso wriggling desperately on the ground as dogs viciously ripped into him as he screamed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, inhaling sharply as you shakily bring the microphone to your lips. Don't tremble, don't let your voice waver. The boss was going to cut your pay if you fuck up.

When you turn to face the crowd again, Jeong-Hyun isn't looking at you anymore. He's signing to the man closest to him, his movements short and concise. The man, who wore sunglasses, nods and then stands. He disappears into the crowd.

You slip down from the stage, as per your routine, and feel instantly trapped. The pack of his men were like maze walls, cold and uninterested. When you approached, they curl their lips in a quick huff, turning their head away and your hand hangs in the air dejectedly. The prize at the end of the maze was obvious. He was waiting for you, looking at you from over his shoulder as you feebly attempted to find someone else anyways.

It was beginning to look pathetic. Every time you did attempt to head over to the leering alphas in the back, you found long legs blocking your way.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

You put a smile on your face and float to his side. He doesn't smile, doesn't leer, he fucking blushes. Your brows twitch but you place a hand on his shoulder and move to sit on his lap. He instantly moves to keep you steady, hand floating away from your waist and you wonder if the stalkers were truly his doing.

What kind of mobster is he? Surely a 'hellhound' would be more vicious in their pursuit. You press your chest to his shoulder, curling one hand behind him and brushing his untainted skin. He faces you and his eye was glimmering like molten gold.

When you brush under his jaw — being wary of his neck — he lashes tremble. His gaze softening at once. You experimentally cup his cheek, and he all at once leans into your hold; like a puppy.

You're stunned.

Keep u safe.

There's no way these strange men and women were because of him. It's not like he's the first person to send you gifts — although he is the first person to send you a fucking knife as a gift — and you do interact with dangerous people nightly. Perhaps he really did mean well. In his own weird way. You continue to sing on his lap and he looks up at you like you're the moon.

Monster? Him?

Perhaps the sleep deprivation and working yourself to your bones is starting to cloud your judgement but you reach behind and guide his hand closer.

He can feel it. The shape of the sheath and hilt, just under the slit of your long-dress. Not an ideal place, it’s too high. If you attempted to use it, the fur coat you wore would get in the way and you'd be wasting precious seconds. He flicks his gaze to your thighs and you can feel his gloved hands lift your dress. You squeeze your thighs, eyes widening in alarm but that deadly grip keeps you still.

He pulls the dress up and slips it over your unarmed thigh. The fur coat you wore is keeping it all concealed, so he slips his finger underneath the top band around your thigh.

Too fucking tight, Jesus Christ.

He tugs and your thighs jerk. He fixes it one-handed, seamlessly loosening it and tightening it just right. Your leg tingles in relief. The lower band is still the same, so he loosens it and tenderly strokes the hexagonal pattern that pressed into your skin. Then he fixes the knife, pulls it down so the hilt won't get stuck and just as you finish your song he slips the dress back in place and his hands float away.

When you stand, his eyes flutters close when you brush your wrist across his cheek; he takes a deep inhale and stares at you. If he could, he’d put your scent in a bottle. To savour forever. That mountain peak, that valley of rare flowers — his and only his.

Jeong-Hyun stares up at you. Honey and milk-coloured eyes glowing like the moon.

There's flowers waiting in your room this time. Dark red flowers, an unusual bouquet of exotic flowers. You shut the door behind you and inspect them, noting the card slipped between the petals.

Pretty like u — K. JH

This was a significant improvement from the knife. Your thighs prickle at the memory of his touch and you shake your head. Sitting down, you lean in to take a whiff and the blend of scents makes your ears warm. That base, a woody blend of oak and ash; a constant burning ember.

It smells like Jeong-Hyun. Kim fucking Jeong-Hyun.

He was strange. From his scribbly handwriting to his muted self; the scars on his face and body; the bashfulness he exhibits; the attentiveness he provides you with.

Those big hands adjusting the gift he gave you. Silent, admiring, courteous.

You place your arms on the desk and melt onto it, brows furrowed.

There’s no way you would ever catch yourself falling for him. You weren’t jetting to be some helpless omega ensnared in some mob romance. This wasn’t going to happen. You could imagine fucking him or being sweet with him, but could that actually happen?

You’ve had enough with loan sharks and now weird stalkers.

You just wanted to survive.

Shutting your eyes, you hide your face in your arms.

Just survive.

Everything will die down soon enough. Still, as you move to remove your coat and undress yourself — the sight of the knife holstered to your thigh as you stand naked in the mirror, it stirs something in your hindbrain. Your inner-omega, that stupid little shit, was incredibly pleased. Goosebumps spread as you remember his touch and you inch closer to the mirror.

You slip a finger under the strap and shudder. The flowers scent had permeated through the tiny room and you feel like he’s here. All over you. Close enough to feel how he burns.

Bowing your head, you curse under your breath. Slick was beginning to appear and you can’t risk stinking up this room. It’s a stupid risk and you aren’t fucking stupid. Not a damsel omega in distress.

Your stomach howling in hunger distracts you enough. Reaching for your casual wear, you hurriedly dress and shove the knife into your backpack. You glance over at the flowers as you open the door.

“...Fuck.”

The bouquet box is small enough to fit under your arm but not small enough to be inconspicuous. So you don’t flinch when the guy who guards the backdoor of the restaurant asks if you need him to dispose of it.

“Nah, these are way too nice!” you chirp out. At this, he pauses and raises his thick brow. Flustered, you bid him goodbye and rush to Ha-Joon’s idling car.

Pretty or not, you know how people would see it. An omega accepting an alphas gifts, twice now, was an obvious sign that the courting was being accepted. Ha-Joon’s displeasure at the sight of flowers was so obvious you send him a pleasing look he disregards.

“You’re really losing your head...”

“I’ll throw ‘em out! But not here, okay? What if he sees I do and he turns me into a human stick?” Ha-Joon’s face turns white and he mutters that you have an active imagination. But your lame reasoning has him reluctantly nodding so you count it as a win.

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of that bouquet under your arm had already made Jeong-Hyun’s heart flutter. He watches as Ha-Joon’s car drives off, hidden in the shadows as he takes special notice of his license plate.

You were accepting his gifts. His knife and his flowers. Jeong-Hyun felt his lips twitching and he pushed himself off the rough walls to continue keeping his eyes on the car. A lightness in his step that dissipates as he takes notice of an unnerving sight. The headlights of a car in the alleyway across from him.

Rationale should tell him this was most likely just a coincidence but his instincts bare its teeth. The car pulls out and goes along the same road that Ha-Joon’s had. He huffs through his nose, brows furrowed.

Trouble.

Jeong-Hyun’s knuckles whiten as he imprints the car's license plate to his memory.

Danger.

When it escapes from his sight, he turns sharply on his heel and makes his way to his own car. He gets inside, grinding his teeth together as he fishes his phone out from his jacket.

Keep u safe.

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. . . . . ╰──╮𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀╭──╯ . . . . .

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⁸ impact play + yujiro hanma [ baki hanma ]

⁹ stepcest + griffith [ berserk ]

¹⁰ glory hole + leona kingscholar [ twisted wonderland ]

¹¹ somnophilia + nanami kento [ jujutsu kaisen ]

¹² anonymous sex + nicolas brown [ gangsta ]

¹³ overstimulation headcanons + kanade yoisaki [ project sekai ]

¹⁴ pet play + gojo satoru [ jujutsu kaisen ]

¹⁵ free use + rui kamishiro [ project sekai ]

¹⁶ make up sex + kanata yatonokami [ paradox live ]

¹⁷ dumbification + sukuna ryomen [ jujutsu kaisen ]

¹⁸ pegging + dio brando [ jojo’s bizarre adventure ]

¹⁹ experience gap / power dynamic + pantalone [ genshin impact ]

²⁰ noise control + kafka [ honkai star rail ]

²¹ marking + lilia vanrouge [ twisted wonderland ]

²² breeding kink + toji fushiguro [ jujutsu kaisen ]

²³ choking + shogo makishima [ psycho pass ]

²⁴ failed tap out + cocolia rand [ honkai star rail ]

²⁵ cunnilingus + tomomi masaoka [ psycho pass ]

²⁶ foot fucking + jan valentine [ hellsing ultimate ]

²⁷ being possessive ( yandere ) + portgas d ace [ one piece ]

²⁸ deepthroat + roronoa zoro [ one piece ]

²⁹ anal + mammon [ what in hell is bad ]

³⁰ virginity loss + iori suiseki [ paradox live ]

³¹ finale !! sensory deprivation ( blindfold ) + leviathan [ what in hell is bad ]

[iwaasfairy]

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST additional tws added when the fic is posted !! proceed with caution, DARK CONTENT

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SET 1: 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔

001. IWAIZUMI ♡༘ TROPHY tw lobotomised reader, noncon 002. ATSUMU ♡༘ DECAY tw ddlg, forced threesome, patronization

SET 2: 𝐉𝐉𝐊

003. TOJI ♡༘ SPARKSTONE tw blood, noncon, mean dom 004. MEGUMI ♡༘ CADAVER tw wound fucking, somno, yandere

SET 3: 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐕

005. KAKUCHOU ♡༘ DROOLING 006. SANZU ♡༘ EXALT

SET 4: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

007. NAGI ♡༘ STAR 008. SHIDOU ♡༘ WHITE WHALE

SET 5: 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

009. NICOLAS GANGSTA ♡༘ SWOLLEN 010. TRIGUN ♡༘ DRAIN

.`♱🪦ѻ 𝖉0𝖑𝖑 ♱’¡!

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: THESE FICS ALL CONTAIN TRIGGERING SUBJECTS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION

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[pennyellee]

Do you have any recs for other yandere fics that you loved?

Ofc! I can definitely think of few that struck my mind.

First and foremost @chaoticpuff17 - there is not a fic of hers I wouldn't be thirsting over. Queen of queens. A Dangerous Game is my personal favourite obviously but I cannot help myself and be thrilled for Amygdala ♥

The bouquet series by @deepdarkdelights is manifique, chef kiss writer (ngl another author I could re-read like hundred times and would feel like I’m reading it for the first time.)

@dalchiid and her fic Covetous, unique and perfect read if you’re looking for longer series or love vampire aus

@bang-tan-bitches Beloved and Exitus acta probat is a must when you’re reading yandere yoongi

@btsugarush Gangsta fic got me real good, love it

not completely yandere-ish but if ur looking for good recs I cannot omit @theharrowing and Collateral. Bombastically good, absolute banger, can’t stop the re-read train every time I wait for a new chapter. If you’re looking for a good poly fic+mafia fic, this is that b*tch

Chapter III of my fic Lacrimosa will be out soon ♥

lots of love 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Would they want their darling to become dependent on them or stay independent? - Gangsta

Completely depended on them:

Worick Arcangelo

Doug

Marco Adriano

Delico

Mixed (they will want them to be depended on them but doesn't mind some independence):

Nicolas Brown

Galahad Woehor

Dr. Theo

Independent enough to where they don't need to hold their hand all the time:

Alex Benedetto

Constance Raveau

[esthercore]

+˚｡⋆ 𐙚˚ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞!!

A very horny, fucked up and self indulgent paradise. So my angel, get cozy and tuck in for a cozy ride in the world of fantasy. Enjoy!!! Mwahh! MDNI!!

"Got me spinnin' like a ballerina Feelin' gangsta every time I see ya You're the king and, baby, I'm the queen of Disaster"

What Fandoms Do Esther Write For? Currently Honkai Star Rail as main, and am getting back in Genshin in 5.0. Furthermore, I sometime indulge in Stardew, DOL, and Wuwa fandom

How Often Do Esther Post? I Oscillate between obsession and disgust so expect a spurge of posts in one day, and radio silence next.

Kinks Esther Like To Read and write about: Degradation, Objectification, CnC, Leashes n Collars, Pet Play, Power Play, Cum Play, Semi Public, Dumbification, Oral Fixation, Anything to do with Boobs and Thighs, Breeding, Punishments, Forbidden Relations, Praises.

Who even is Esther? A very anxious CS student in her gap year. A 'gifted child' who sure as hell isn't gifted and struggles with the expectations of people around her and of her scholarships, and copes with being horny and writting and consuming angst and smuts. Her favorite tags are 'hurt no comfort,' 'yandere' and 'dumbification'.

Links: Masterlist | To Do | J.ai | AO3

If you haven't already after half my blog my blog filled with Aventurine content, Sunday is indeed my favorite character.

This is safe place for every safe and legal kinks!! Please don't send asks for things that will get me cancelled!

[kinkandkreep]

Hey hey y'all! 👋🏾 Just a friendly reminder that this is still a thing!

I've been more active on Discord lately for different reasons, and I just wanted to refresh this announcement just in case anyone who's new missed it. 😁

Ok, das all. Ari out!✌🏾

I just did a good thing

I don't regret this thing at all (though I probably will come to at some point 🙃)

Anyway...

I made a discord server!

It's specifically for me and my lovely readers to chat and hang. To keep things safe and myself sane, if you'd like to join, pm me your discord tag and I'll send you an invite directly.

This server is meant for my readers new and old, and we'll be doin' lots of fun voice chats and such over there, so if you're interested:

A.) Comment under/like this post

B.) Message me your discord info as mentioned above

I'll only tag this with the fandoms I write for so that people who are interested in my works for those fandoms can find both them and this.

Thanks, and I hope to see y'all there! 👋🏾😁

[starscabaret]

Yandere OC Songs

I tried to do a mix of genres and give everyone at least two songs. Thanks for the request <3

Southern Gothic! Yandere🪲 ★Babydoll - Dominic Fike ★She - Tyler the Creator Ft. Frank Ocean

Cowboy! Yandere 🐴 Lane ★7 Summers - Morgan Wallen  ★Blame It on You - Jason Aldean  ★You In A Honky Tonk - Randall King  Military! Yandere 🎖️ Aaron ★One Hundred Sleepless Nights - Pierce the Veil ★Lost in Japan - Shawn Mendes College Athlete! Yandere 🏀 Elizabeth ★Jealous Girl - Lana Del Rey ★All Your’n - Tyler Childers Hood Drug Dealer! Yandere 💸 Jaden ★Gangsta - Kehlani  ★Can’t Leave ‘Em Alone - Ciara Ft. 50 Cent Emo! Yandere 🦇 James ★In My Room - Insane Clown Posse ★Freak - Lana Del Rey  Graduate Student! Yandere 📚 Cynthia ★Salvatore - Lana Del Rey ★Playing Dangerous - Lana Del Rey

[yanderexbliss]

Everybody gangsta til their yandere gf starts acting like one, the fuck you mean you don’t want me to be completely obsessed with you. THATS MY JOB.

[dejwritesarchived]

୨୧ ۫ 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺 ﹕ ♡ ׅ

i will always prefer if minors do not interact with my nsfw content. i understand that minors read smut regardless and i can’t stop y’all from doing so, but pls don’t interact with my work. just read & go.

i write black fem reader content, meaning that each and everything i write..as if it’s a black woman. however, that doesn’t mean you can’t read it. just be mindful and not rude when indulging my content.

i don’t really do request since it already take me forever to update my own writing. but i do accept thirsts that i can bounce ideas off of.

i do not do or accept requests and i will ignore your ask if you send me an ask tbh.

message/inbox etiquette — before sending me an ask or message (anonymous or not) please be mindful that i am a human being behind this blog. i would prefer if you did not trauma dump on me without my consent. i don't think it's respectful to me or the people that follow me to have to see possible triggering things when you send an ask that involves serious topics. respect people's boundaries when you message them. i get a lot of asks and some days i do not feel like responding to them, please don't take this the wrong way.

writing do's: praise, degradation, dumbification, corruption, impact play, yandere themes, legal age gaps, breeding, spit, exhibitionism, choking,

writing don'ts: race play, age play, piss, incest of any kinds (this includes step-siblings), hybrid play, gunplay, knife play, feet kink

୨୧ ۫ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ﹕ ♡ ׅ

— links: twitter / ao3 / wattpad / kofi / recs / dejcore / colorings / char visual index — masterlists:

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — jujutsu kaisen

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — bleach

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — attack on titan

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — haikyuu

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — tokyo revengers

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — gangsta

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — fire force

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — webtoons/manhwas/mangas

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — video games

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — comics

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — misc

— selfships:  

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — shunsui & deja

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — choso & deja

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