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All of this perv! Talk is getting me đŤ đ¤¤
I love the way you write Chan but how do you think the other boys would be as pervs
I feel like Han would be the nastiest perv
Seungmin would be secret like taking upskirt photos and stuff
Minho would be possessive as hellll
But let me know what you think, doesnât need to be a full think if you want just some thoughts
Love the work you put out, canât wait for more!đ§Ą
If itâs available can I be đ§Ąanon?
first of all, thank you so muchđĽš
and YES omg, i agree with you completely. jisung and minho (i think) would be the nastiest and would be the only two with absolutely no shame in what theyâre doing (especially minho hehe).
jisung holds first place for panty stealing and shows no remorse when he encounters you looking for them! i can picture him purchasing a cute gift box that contains all your stolen underwearâarticles of cotton and lace fabric messily shoved in there.
he also definitely takes photos of you in compromising positions and fists his little cock to them, moaning and whining loudly, with zero intent to secrete what heâs doing.
and seungmin taking up-skirt photos omg. he finds you so captivating when youâre dressed up girlishly, and skirts are his absolute favourite, not only because you look so lovely, but because youâre extra accessible. he canât help but stand behind you, pretending to look for something as he takes quick photos of your covered cunt to keep for later (he prays one day that heâll catch you naked under the skirt).
i can also see seungmin grinding his hard-on against your ass whenever youâre sitting on his lap, sighing and squeezing your hips firmly as you look behind to stare at him curiously.
minho would be so possessive, oh my gosh.
i can picture him trying to figure out your cellphone password in hopes of discovering nudes in there when youâre not around.
once he ultimately figures it out, he steals your phone as youâre sleeping and impatiently unlocks your hidden photos, his cock swelling upon uncovering hundreds of photos of your tits and cuntâphotos of you in lingerie, videos of you fucking yourselfâholy shit, he thinks, were you always such a fucking slut?
he immediately sends them to himself and deletes the chat afterwards to keep you from finding out.
after scrolling through all of your photos and having his fair share of pleasure jerking himself off to all of them, he looks through the rest of your phone late into dusk, dedicating hours to examining your messages, social media, etc. who just followed you? who did you just call?
he feels himself grow irritated with the number of men you speak to, not many to the average individual but enough for lee minhoâyou didnât send any of them your nudes, right?
whatever, whether you did or didnât, you certainly werenât going to anymoreânot when heâs blocking every single man heâs concerned about from your phone. heâll confess to you soon anywayâyouâre already his, as far as heâs concerned.
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OMG I LOVE UR WRITING, YOU GOT ME STAYING UP TILL 3 IN THE MORNING TO READ UR FIC<33
I was also wondering if you could write yandere fic for saebyeok, when her and the reader are dating, but then the reader finds out she has been killing people that are close to her and trys to break up with her but ends up getting kidnap by her.
I know it's a lot for detail, but I would very much appreciate it if u wrote about it<33
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Sae-byeok was never one for grand gestures. Her love was in the small thingsâthe way sheâd carefully tuck your scarf around your neck on cold mornings, her habit of silently refilling your water glass before you even noticed it was empty, the protective way she always walked on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic. She made you feel safe. Cherished.
But that safety began to feel like a cage when the people around you started disappearing.
It began subtly. A friend from work, Jisoo, stopped answering your texts after Sae-byeok had glared daggers at her during dinner one evening. Then Minho, your old classmate who had a knack for teasing you, was suddenly "out of town indefinitely," according to his sister. And then there was the broken leg your coworker Hana mysteriously suffered after you mentioned her in passing to Sae-byeok.
You wanted to believe it was all coincidence. You really did.
But there was the way Sae-byeokâs eyes lingered on people too long, her lips pressed into a thin line whenever you laughed a little too loudly at someone elseâs jokes. There was the time she came home late, her sleeves damp and her expression grim, brushing off your concern with a clipped, "Just a rough day."
The final straw was Jisooâs disappearance. She was your best friend, someone who had been like family to you since childhood. When you mentioned your growing worry to Sae-byeok, her response was chillingly indifferent.
"Maybe she had problems you didnât know about," she said, her tone light but her eyes cold.
You spent that night piecing together the fragments of your uneaseâthe disappearances, the injuries, the way Sae-byeok always seemed to know too much about your friendsâ lives.
It wasnât until you found the blood-stained scarf stuffed at the back of her closet that your suspicions solidified into a horrifying truth.
The confrontation happened the next night. Sae-byeok returned home, her face lighting up when she saw you waiting for her in the living room. But her smile faltered when she noticed the scarf clenched in your trembling hands.
"You killed them," you said, your voice breaking. "Jisoo. Minho. Everyone. It was you, wasnât it?"
Sae-byeokâs face remained eerily calm. She stepped closer, and you instinctively backed away.
"They were bad for you," she said simply. "They didnât deserve you."
"Deserve me?" you repeated, incredulous. "They were my friends! My family! You had no rightâ"
"I had every right," she snapped, her calm facade cracking for the first time. Her voice trembled with emotion. "They wouldâve taken you away from me. I couldnât let that happen. I wonât let that happen."
Your heart pounded as you realized how deeply her obsession ran. "I canât do this anymore, Sae-byeok," you whispered. "Weâre done. This... this isnât love. Itâs sick."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Sae-byeokâs dark eyes bored into yours, unreadable and unrelenting. Then, she smiledâa small, heartbreaking smile that sent a chill down your spine.
"Youâre upset," she murmured. "Youâre not thinking clearly. Youâll see... this is all for the best."
Before you could react, she moved faster than you thought possible. Her grip on your wrist was like iron as you tried to pull away, panic surging in your chest.
"Sae-byeok, let go!" you shouted, but she didnât budge.
"Youâll thank me someday," she whispered, her voice soft yet resolute. The last thing you saw was her determined face before the world went dark.
You woke to dim lighting and the smell of lavender. Blinking groggily, you realized you were lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your wrists were bound with soft fabric, tight enough to keep you from moving freely but gentle enough not to leave marks.
Sae-byeok sat in a chair across from you, her posture relaxed, as if she hadnât just kidnapped you. Her gaze softened when she saw you stirring.
"Youâre awake," she said, a small smile gracing her lips. "I was starting to worry."
"Sae-byeok," you rasped, your throat dry. "What is this? Where am I?"
"Somewhere safe," she replied. "Somewhere no one can hurt us. Or take you away from me."
Tears burned your eyes as you struggled against the bindings. "This isnât love, Sae-byeok. You canât keep me here!"
Her expression hardened, the gentleness in her eyes replaced by something far darker. "I canât keep you here?" she echoed, her voice dangerously low. "Do you think Iâve done all this for nothing? Iâve killed for you. Iâve bled for you. And you think you can just walk away?"
Her words sent a shiver down your spine. "You donât have to do this," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. "Please, Sae-byeok. Let me go."
Her expression softened again, but it was almost worseâher love was twisted, her obsession suffocating. She leaned forward, cupping your face in her hands.
"You donât understand," she murmured, her thumbs brushing away your tears. "No one will ever love you like I do. No one else deserves you. Iâll keep you safe, even if it means protecting you from yourself."
You sobbed as her lips pressed gently against your forehead, the act so tender it felt like a cruel mockery of love.
Sae-byeok pulled away, her dark eyes gleaming with a terrifying mix of devotion and determination. "Youâll see," she said softly. "Youâll thank me one day. When you realize that weâre meant to be."
And as she stood to leave, locking the door behind her, you realized that there was no escapeânot from Sae-byeokâs love, nor from the nightmare sheâd made of it.
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Pairing : Yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : yandere themes ; basically a forced pregnancy ; late term pregnancy complications ; Minho is like, the worlds worst narcissist in this ; let me know if there's more ; Word Count : 6.9k A/N : The amount of research that I did for this one is crazy, but I also learned a lot so... building knowledge while writing fanfic is a plus! This request has been in my ask box for probably over a year and a half now, so... I hope that whoever requested it... I hope you enjoy! (Also, this was supposed to end WAY worse... But you all weren't ready to be sucker punched with sadness, so...) Request : Anonny : Pregnant with yandere leeknow/ yandere leeknow as dad Aaaangst
In The BeginningâŚ
âMinhoâŚâ You called timidly from the bedroom, the way you called for him was about the same volume as when someone would talk regularly to a friend. When you spoke it was nothing more than a mouse-like whisper, always scared of what would happen if you raised your voice a little too much. Your doting boyfriend came into the bedroom, his hair tousled and wet from his shower, his eyes always seeming to carry a seductive look, dark and hungry for you at all times. âM-MinhoâŚâ You spoke his name again, this time more nervous now that he was standing in front of you.Â
A chuckle built in his chest as he sauntered over to you, water wrinkled fingers that were warmer from the hot water he had been standing under, trailed across your cheek, one finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up as he towered over you. âMm? What do you need, darling? Are you hungry? Thirsty? I know that last night was quite⌠exerting for youâŚâ He teased, and you felt your body heat up at the mention of the sinful activities you had taken part in the night before.Â
âUhm⌠n-noâŚâ You stammered, blinking a few times as you seemed to lose your train of thought constantly when he was standing so close to you, looking at you as if you were a delicious meal that he couldnât wait to get his hands on. âWe⌠We didnât use protection and⌠Usually youâd get me a⌠a plan B pill and⌠I just was wondering if you had gone and⌠and gotten it by now?â You were always so nervous around him, still not quite sure what made him tick. One second he was happy, or at least he seemed happy, and then the next he was going through an outburst that had you locking yourself in the bathroom until he came to the door apologizing and giving you the same spiel that he would never do it again. You hated when things got like that, you tried to avoid getting him to that point at all costs.Â
âI decided you donât need it anymore.â Minho spoke nonchalantly, as if he was the one who could make that decision for you. Your mouth opened to protest, and he stared at you, waiting for you to say something, anything that would give him a reason to lash out. Itâs like he wanted a reason, he wanted to go off on you, like he enjoyed seeing you scared, enjoyed being the hypocritical hero when he comforted you after making you cry. âThink about how wonderful it would be, to have a part of me growing inside of you⌠youâd be mine, all mine. Youâll never leave meâŚâ His hands moved down to your stomach, as if there was already something in there. âIâll pick up tests in about 2 weeks, I want to be right here when you take them and read the results.â
The First SignsâŚ
Sitting at the dining room table, the chicken still in your mouth after you had taken a bite, an awful sensation washed over you. A sort of sickness that you couldnât fight back, and an urge to throw up that you couldnât breathe your way through as you usually would. âMmâscuse meâŚâ You mumbled through the palm of your hand that was clasped over your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it as your body practically folded over the toilet.Â
âDarlingâŚâ Minhos soft cooing from the other side of the door had goosebumps forming on your skin. When he cracked the door open, you could see a rather excited smile beginning to spread across his face. âAre you alright?â The juxtaposition of his expression and his words made your head reel. He looked too happy for someone who had just watched their girlfriend throw up all of their dinner. You nodded your head in response, making sure the contents of your stomach were cleared out before taking a few steps to the sink and washing your face and then rinsing your mouth out with water. âI thought you loved that chicken⌠Hmm, I wonder why it would make you sick all of a suddenâŚâÂ
He stepped into the bathroom fully now that you were done being ill, the nausea seeming to be completely gone now, as if it hadnât been there at all. You knew exactly what he was insinuating, and while it might seem that way, you werenât ready to accept that it could be what he was thinking, you didnât want to accept it. âI think they just changed the frying oil or somethingâŚâ You excused, dabbing at your lips with a bit of toilet paper before exiting the bathroom, Minho right in tow. You couldnât be pregnant, that would make him all the possessive, all the more obsessive and overbearing. You wouldnât be able to ever leave, not that you were able to do that now anyway, but it would be so much worse. You probably wouldnât even be able to look at the windows without him lecturing you. No⌠pregnancy wasnât an option for you.Â
As you stood at the sink, getting a glass of water from the tap to wash out the taste, Minho stood behind you, his hands placed gently on your stomach. It was the softest he had ever touched you, but you knew that it wasnât exactly for you, it was for the little demon spawn that he assumed was inside of you. âDoes my baby not like the fried chicken? Hmm? Whatever you want, daddy will get it for you⌠As long as your mommy tells me.â How could he sound so sweet? It was gag inducing, how he pretended to be so caring when he was practically trying to hold you hostage using a potential child.Â
The next days were the same, the sudden nausea not even having the common courtesy to creep up on you, instead, hitting you full force, barely allotting you enough time to run to the bathroom or the trash bin to vomit. It didnât matter what you ate, each day at the same exact time, it was always the same. You could see the light in Minhos eyes growing brighter each time it happened, but you were in denial, and you quite liked being in that state. You didnât want to accept that there was a very real, very high possibility that you were now carrying his spawn. âI must be coming down with somethingâŚâ You mumbled, resting your head in the palm of your hand, suddenly feeling exhausted, as if you hadnât slept in days. It was another sign, another symptom, you knew that, but you hoped that Minho would overlook it.Â
âWell it has been 2 weeks, more than that actually, my darling.â The smile that he was was nothing short of sinister as he ran to the bathroom and returned with two boxes in his hands. You knew this time was coming, you had been dreading it, hoping that you would get your period at any moment now. It never came though, and you were terrified of what the tests would undoubtedly reveal once you took them. âIâm sure taking them would answer a lot of your questions⌠HereâŚâ He slid the boxes across the table, but you refused to even look at them, instead staring out the window, trying your best to block out everything that he was saying. You didnât want to be pregnant, not by him at least. How could you even be happy bringing a child into this type of lifestyle? âDarlingâŚâ He murmured the pet name softly, but rough hands suddenly gripped your chin, turning your attention to him fully. âTake the tests. Now.âÂ
You huffed loudly, pushing yourself away from the table and snatching the boxes up before rushing to the bathroom. You knew well enough that if you didnât get there in time and lock the door, heâd probably try to come in and watch you take them just to make sure you werenât fabricating the results. It would have been a good idea, but you knew heâd notice. There was no way you could just run the test under the sink water and pretend they were negative. Itâs not like heâd let you go if they were anyway, heâd just keep trying and trying⌠and once you started showing⌠Heâd probably be more pissed off that you lied to him.Â
âYouâre taking quite a while in there⌠Do you need help?â The question was genuine, but you glared at the door, knowing that he wouldnât see it. It was the only time you could make those kinds of faces at him without being reprimanded for it. The tests laid on the back of the toilet seat, and much to your dismay, the second line showed up faster and darker than you ever expected it to. âFuck!â You thought to yourself as you unlocked the bathroom door and flung it open, slipping past him as he rushed in. He was too preoccupied with being excited over the tests to focus on you, at least for right now. All you wanted to do was sleep and hopefully wake up from the nightmare that you had been living in for the last 3 years.Â
The First TrimesterâŚÂ
There was no bond forming. For the most part, you tried to forget that you were pregnant at all. It was easier during this stage. Other than the nausea and the exhaustion and the slight pulling and pinching sensations youâd feel in your lower back and upper thighs, all things that you could write off as any other reason, you didnât feel pregnant. You were still in denial, you didnât want this. Minho wanted this, and he was the only one happy about it. This was the happiest you had seen him though, he was absolutely elated, but he was also overly protective, which was becoming a real pain in the ass.Â
âI can get dressed on my own.â You muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help you pull down your shirt after you had just put it on. âI really donât like the hovering, itâs making me uncomfortable.â Were you allowed to be honest with him now? Would he excuse it as your hormones going crazy because of the baby? He wouldnât yell at you, right? Not when you were in such a fragile state. He reached out further, grabbing your wrists, rather tightly, and pulled you towards him. Of course, he wouldnât dare try to be so rough anywhere around your stomach, but everywhere else was still fair game.Â
âYouâre carrying my child, and as long as you are, I can hover as much as I like.â He hissed, and even though you didnât like his tone, you were grateful that he wasnât yelling. âI know you donât want it. Youâd probably be overjoyed if you miscarried. I wonât allow that to happen though, so just be good for me, let me help.â His expression immediately shifted, his head tilting to the side as the most innocent looking smile had his teeth flashing up at you. It was like whiplash, it made your head hurt. âSo what would my babies like to eat today, hmm? Are you craving anything in particular?â He cooed, although his attention was still primarily focused on your stomach.Â
Any other woman would want a man like him, a man that treated them this way and got this excited to find out they were pregnant. Any other woman could have him and all of his psychopathic tendencies. âIâm craving a nap.â You snapped, and you watched his nostrils flare out at your disobedient tone, but he didnât say anything, instead getting off the bed and yanking the covers back for you, waiting for you to climb onto the mattress before carelessly throwing them back over your body. âThank you.â You mumbled, rolling over onto your side so that your back was to him, tucking the covers around your chin and squeezing your eyes shut. It wasnât just the raging hormones that tired you out, it was Minho too, him more than anything honestly. Living with him, well, no, not living, being stuck with him, was the most exhausting thing ever.Â
âIâll wake you up for your vitamins and for lunch.â He said sternly, more like a strict caregiver than the father of your unborn child. You hated him. You hated that he did this to you, that he chose you to be the object of all of his desires. Why did he choose you? He still hadnât told you why, he just insisted that you were the one that he wanted. Now you were carrying his child, and you feared that youâd truly be stuck with him forever. What did you do to deserve that?Â
The Second TrimesterâŚ
Most women would get an ultrasound at around 9 weeks. However, you had yours at 20 weeks. You didnât go to a doctors office, instead, Minho had the doctors come to you. Even still, he didnât want you leaving the house. Before the doctor was even allowed to see you, he had to sign an NDA, with Minhos reasoning being that he was an idol, and he didnât want the public to know about his fiancĂŠes current condition. You still didnât know when you had gotten engaged, but apparently it had happened at some point before the doctor's arrival.Â
Seeing your baby on the screen made it impossible to deny that you truly were pregnant. It also made it hard for you to hate it as you during your entire first trimester. Was it truly the babyâs fault that their father was crazy? Did itâs fathers behavior make the baby inherently evil? No⌠of course it didnât. The baby was still a part of you, and you were a good person. You wouldnât allow your child to grow up to be like Minho. âItâs a girl.â The doctor said, pointing to the screen as if youâd understand what you were being shown, but Minho was mesmerized by what he was seeing, his jaw slacked in awe.Â
âThatâs my daughter⌠Our daughter? Really? Is she healthy?â It was Minho asking all the questions that most women in your position would be asking. You were too caught up in your own thoughts though. A baby girl, you were carrying his daughter. Sheâd be more like you, right? Maybe having a daughter would change the way he is, heâd become normal, a man that you could actually love and welcome having a family with. He wouldnât want his own daughter to be with a man like himself, right?Â
The doctor turned up the volume on the little tv, a rapid pulsing sound filled the room, both you and Minho were silent as you listened. âSheâs healthy, very healthy.â The doctor said, smiling to both you and Minho. You were⌠happy. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at the screen, watching the baby squirm around, and you couldnât wait to be able to feel her moving beneath your skin. âIâll print out the pictures and then be on my way. Iâd like to make another appointment for next month though, make sure she continues growing the way she should. I also want some bloodwork from youâŚâ He motioned towards you, and you swallowed thickly, looking at Minho who looked slightly annoyed at the doctor's pushiness. âDonât worry, thereâs nothing wrong, we just like to make sure that thereâs no underlying problems. Better to be safe, right?âÂ
His words had you tensing up, your hands moving down to your stomach, rubbing over the small swell that had begun to form as your daughter grew bigger. âWhy⌠Why would there be underlying problems? What could be wrong?â You squeaked out, not wanting to look up at the doctor, worried that his expression would give you a silent answer, one that you were scared to know. Minho was still, like a statue, only his eyes moving between you and the doctor, but there was no answer, just a soft sigh and a gentle tapping against your hand to try to calm you. The gesture was supposed to make you feel better, but you heard Minhos teeth gritting together.Â
âItâs just precautionary. This is your first appointment since youâve gotten pregnant. Itâs to make sure both you and the baby are healthy and that there are no problems now or in the future. From what I see though, you and your daughter are perfectly fine. You have nothing to worry about.â Your hand was held lightly by the doctor who offered you a reassuring smile, but before you could thank him, Minho was, quite rudely, ushering him out of the room and shutting the door. On the other side of the door, in the hallway, you could hear Minhos aggrivated voice, low enough that you couldnât make out what he was saying, but you could feel it, reverberating through the walls and the floorboards. He was talking so fast that the doctor didnât have a chance to speak, and before you knew it, the front door was slammed shut and then Minho was storming back into the bedroom.Â
âTouching you⌠Holding your hand⌠Who the fuck is that guy?!â Minho growled as he shut the door behind himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door. âYou donât need any more fucking doctors. You were doing just fine without them. Thereâs nothing else we need to know anyway. Our daughter is healthy and thatâs what matters. Thereâs no need to have some touchy ass fuckwad coming in here, looking at you⌠Ugh!â You could see the heat radiating off of him, he was beyond angry, he was absolutely irate, and while you didnât want to push him any further, what the doctor had said prompted you to speak up.Â
âMin⌠HoneyâŚâ It was an attempt to soften him up, you never called him that, not unless you were trying to get him to agree to something. Most of the time it never worked, but it at least would keep him from going off as rashly as he would without the pet name. âWhat if there is a⌠a problem⌠I think we both should know. We donât need to keep him as our doctor⌠We can find someone else⌠But I think the bloodwork is important.â You sat up on the bed, trying to get a better look at him, trying to read his expression, but he was completely blank. âMinhoâŚâ You tried to get his attention, unaware that you already had it fully and he was just deep in thought.Â
âNoâŚâ His hand was held out, one finger up to silence you as a chuckle was huffed out of his parted lips, his breaths coming faster and faster as he pushed himself away from the door. âI know what youâre doing. I know what this isâŚâ The pet name didnât work, nothing would work, he was already angry as it was and you were simply making things worse. âYou want him to come back⌠You want him to take you away from me. Thatâs what you want. I know you! Youâve wanted nothing but to leave since youâve been with me! He canât have my fucking daughter! And he sure as hell canât have you!â He climbed onto the bed, straddling you and holding your face between his hands. It wasnât exactly painful, maybe you were numb to the pain it might have caused at first, but now you just found it annoying. âWhat do I need to do to make you stay!?â He shouted, his breath fanning across your face with every word. Itâs like he was using all of the air in his lungs to enunciate every syllable.Â
âMinho, stop it.â You whispered, knowing that the wrong word, a wrong look, saying it in a way that he didnât like, it would only have him spiraling deeper and heâd drag you right along with him. âPlease⌠h-honey look at me⌠Iâm not trying to leave you⌠I just want to know that me and the baby are healthy, that thereâs nothing wrong. I donât want anything to happen to either of us⌠I want her⌠Honey, I want a family with youâŚâ Sure, you were really sugarcoating it to try to get him to calm down, but you also really needed to know that everything would be okay. The last thing you wanted was for something to happen to you and him blame your daughter for the rest of his life or vice versa.Â
His hands dropped down to your shoulders, his body now shuddering, although you didnât know if it was because he was about to cry or if he was just shaking with anger. It was always hard to gauge his reactions or how he was truly feeling. It had you on edge all the time, and you felt like a tiny rodent, cornered by a feral cat. âNothing is going to happen to either of youâŚâ He mumbled, his head hung low, his hair curtaining his face. âStupid fucking doctor, putting that shit in your head, scaring my darlingâŚâ This wasnât what you wanted, his anger once again shifted towards the doctor who was just trying to do his job. âDo you really think Iâd let anything happen to you and our baby?â You shook your head, of course he wouldnât let something happen to either of you, not because he cared, but because he couldnât fathom the thought of not owning you anymore. âYouâll be just fine, darling. Youâre overthinking what that jackass said.â And with that, itâs like all of the anger washed away, a sudden wave of calmness rinsing him clean of the negativity. âLetâs get something to eat. My girls are hungry, arenât they?â He pressed a kiss to your forehead before shifting off of you and off of the bed, grabbing your hand and carefully helping you up to your feet. The sudden shift had you feeling dizzy, but it was welcome, at least he wasnât yelling at you.Â
The Third TrimesterâŚÂ
Something was wrong, although you werenât sure what it was. The ongoing nausea, the headaches, the blurred vision, you knew there was a problem. All you could think of was the argument that you had almost 15 weeks ago, wanting to at least have bloodwork done to make sure you were okay, but of course Minho had denied you of the simple procedure. If anything happened to you, it would be his fault, but he wouldnât look at it that way, no, it would be someone elseâs fault, it always was whenever he fucked up.Â
âSomeoneâs tiredâŚâ He whispered when he walked into the bedroom where you were still laying. Itâs not that you were actually that tired, you just couldnât move without feeling sick. When he pulled open the curtains, you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning loudly as the bright sun only amplified the raging headache you were already suffering through. âSorry, darling. Canât lay in bed all day. Gotta get you up and moving. Come on.â He yanked the covers back and his eyes landed on your feet which had become so swollen you could barely even fit them in your slippers anymore. âWhat happened?â He whispered, although there was a slight panic in his voice as he gently grabbed your ankle and lifted it, looking over the extremity for any signs of injury.Â
âI think⌠I thinkâŚâ You kept starting the sentence only to be left practically winded after only saying two words. âProblemâŚâ You settled for one word, hoping that it would get your point across and that heâd take some kind of action. He blinked a few times, backing away from the bed, his hands running through his hair as he seemed to be fighting an internal battle with himself. âPleaseâŚâ You pleaded, your hands cradling your swollen stomach. If not to help you, at least to help your baby who he seemed to want more than anything.Â
âShut⌠Shut up! Iâm thinking!â He screeched, suddenly pacing back and forth as his breaths came out sharply, sounding more like whistles as they came through pursed lips. âWhy would you let this happen! What even⌠God dammit!â He shouted, his fist colliding with the wall in an act of frustration, and even though he was fully across the room, you jumped at the sudden act of violence. He would never hit you, no matter how mad he got he had never actually hit you, but when things got this bad, you always feared just how far he would go or how far gone he was. âWhat am I supposed to do?! Take you to the hospital?!âÂ
Yes. Yes, thatâs exactly what he was supposed to do to keep both you and your daughter from potentially dying. âIf I could just⌠have her⌠get her out⌠we could be⌠okayâŚâ You said breathlessly, and he whipped around in your direction, his eyes wild and crazed. It truly seemed like he was losing his mind. âMin⌠I donât want t-⌠to die⌠pleaseâŚâ You begged, the sudden onslaught of tears only making it harder to breathe.Â
âFuck! You think I want you to die!? You think I want that!?â He questioned, and soon his hands were back in his hair, tugging at the ends as he let out a loud scream. âThis is exactly what you wanted, isnât it! Itâs what you wanted to happen! You wanted to leave me so bad! Youâd rather die than be with me!â He was once again blaming you, yelling at you for something that you didnât even understand at the moment. You didnât know what was happening, so why the hell was he attacking you for it? âSuch a fucking bitch! God! Fuck! Get up!â You were being⌠belittled⌠insulted⌠cursed at for⌠dying? At least if you did die, you wouldnât have to deal with it anymore. You wouldnât have to deal with him anymore. But did you really want to leave your poor baby with someone like him?Â
Getting up was a daunting task, it took you longer than it usually would just to swing your legs over the side of the bed. Every small movement made you feel like you had run a marathon, your breaths becoming more labored, your vision becoming spotty, and the urge to vomit became more of an oncoming threat as the bile from your otherwise empty stomach rose to your throat. There was no time to get to the bathroom, you werenât even on your feet yet, and before you had any time to even warn Minho, you were doubled over, heaving up the acid that burned your throat on its way out. He watched, not coming close or helping you, but he watched, his lips parted and his eyes blinking rapidly as if what he was seeing wasnât true. âSorryâŚâ The word was spoken in a single raspy breath, your head hung low with both shame, embarrassment, and pain. Your throat was scratchy now, and it felt like fire was being held against the back of it. Tears pricked your eyes and snot ran down your nose, stopping at your upper lip, and you didnât even have the energy to wipe that away.Â
âWhat happenedâŚ?â He asked, his voice once again soft, laced with the false tone of worry. It used to make you think he cared, but now you knew it was an act. It was all an act. âLetâs⌠Letâs goâŚâ He said, his voice wavering. He truly didnât know what to do, but he knew that he didnât want to do this. Itâs not like he had a choice though. You looked awful, like you were already standing at death's door, and that terrified him. He had seen you sick before, but he had never seen you like this. âC-Can you walk? Do you need⌠Uhm⌠ShitâŚâ He was tripping over his words, but when he saw you try to get up on your own, he rushed over, his arm wrapping around you.Â
Looking at you this close, he could see that your face was swollen too, and beads of sweat lingered on your forehead. âShe hasnât moved⌠Min⌠Iâm- Iâm scaredâŚâ You whimpered, and he pulled you closer to him, letting your body fall against his side, trying to take all of your weight as he walked you towards the front door. âMinâŚâ You breathed out his name, your head falling against his shoulder. He hummed to let you know he heard you, grabbing everything he needed with one hand as he walked through your shared apartment. âIf you have⌠to save any of us⌠save her⌠save the babyâŚâ You wheezed, all of your weight falling against him, everything that he had been carrying was dropped immediately to catch you.Â
âNo⌠no no no! Stop talking like that! Stop it!â Minho shouted, his voice trembling from the sobs he tried to hold back. âIâm not losing either of you, dammit! I-âŚâ He sniffled softly, and while your eyes had been closed the entire time, trying to block out the light that shone through the window in the living room, you could feel his eyes on you. âI love you⌠You know that, donât you? Iâm not⌠If anything happensâŚâ The thought was stopped before he could get the words out, but you were stuck on the three words he had said prior. Love was such a strong emotion, you hadnât felt loved the entire time you had been with him, and he had never said it before now either. Did the thought of you being gone forever make him change? If you did make it through, would he go back to the way he was before? Maybe death was the only escapeâŚÂ
Iâll Make You StayâŚÂ
There was no way the doctors would make him choose⌠It couldnât be that serious. You were absolutely fine, right? He hadnât noticed anything wrong until today⌠or were you just that good at hiding things from him? Why would you hide something like this from him? Were you afraid of him? Why were you scared of his love? He just loves you so much! Whatâs wrong with that? He wanted you to be with him forever, he wanted you to be his darling, why did you make it seem like that was so awful? Heâd show you that you could be happy, that he could make you happy, you just had to stay with him, you had to stay.Â
âWhy canât I go in?â Minho asked once again to the nurse who slipped out of the room. Each time he said it he was more irritated than the last. He just didnât understand. What could be so wrong that he couldnât be there for the birth of his daughter? Every time, the nurse would just sigh, getting more agitated with him. âIâll just go in then. You canât keep me from seeing her. Thatâs my wife, thatâs my daughter! If you wonât tell me whatâs going on then Iâll just-âÂ
The nurse cleared her throat, although it sounded more like she was groaning. He tried not to let it bother him the way it usually would. He had far better, far more important things to worry about than the bitchy attitude of the nurse. âShe didnât want me to tell you. Iâm trying to respect her wishes. She wanted to be alone.â The nurse explained, but it only stirred up more questions in Minhos now overactive mind. What was the reason behind you wanting to go through this alone? Did he not have a say in being able to watch his daughter be born? It was unfair, and once everything was over with, heâd be having a talk with you about how rude and humiliating it was for him to sit out in the hallway while you were delivering his child. He opened his mouth, not even to speak, just to breathe, and the nurse started talking, as if she assumed he was just going to continue complaining. âBoth of them are not well. The last thing I wanted to do was go against what could possibly be her last wish. Are you understanding now, sir?âÂ
Your⌠last wish? It sounded like you were dying⌠It couldnât possibly be that bad⌠Is it? Why would you want to be alone during a time like this? How could you leave him this way? Do you not even care about his feelings? Itâs like you want to make him miserable! All he wanted was to have a family with you, to make you stay with him forever, and now youâre trying to get away by dying!? You were so selfish! Why couldnât you just be healthy?! He had done everything right. He made sure you ate and had your vitamins and did daily exercises and that you always got enough sleep. If anything happens to you and the baby⌠It would be your fault! It would all be your fault!Â
âAn early blood test would have shown that this was a possibility. It would have potentially kept this from happening. If she was getting proper appointments, this would have been caught before it got this bad. Who was her OB?â The nurse asked, her clipboard resting against her forearm, her pen held in her other hand, as if she was waiting for the information to jot down. The mention of your doctor had his mind pausing for a split second⌠This is why you needed the bloodwork done? Why had no one told him that back then? Why was he not informed of the risks that would come along if the bloodwork wasnât done? This still wasnât his fault though⌠No, the doctor should have talked to you and him more about the benefits of getting early bloodwork done.Â
It was the doctors fault⌠If he hadnât been so touchy with you, it wouldnât have been such a big deal for him to come back and do the bloodwork. It was all the doctors fault, and if something were to happen to you or the baby⌠Minho would make sure that the doctor paid for it. He told the nurse the doctor's name, trying not to let his smile break through the mask of sadness that he was wearing, but it was hard. The thought of getting that guy to potentially lose his job, it was nice, and he couldnât help but feel a little⌠overjoyed, knowing that if anything were to happen to you and the baby, it wouldnât be in vain, at least the doctor will suffer as well. âI guess Iâll⌠wait out hereâŚâ He said, the frown once again returning to his face as he dropped down into the chair beside your door. It was still hard not being in there with you, knowing that so many people were looking at you, touching you⌠He felt like he was going to lose his mind, and the only way that he was keeping himself slightly sane was by constantly telling himself that he could potentially lose you and his daughter if those doctors didnât help you.Â
He was in and out of sleep the whole time, his head falling against the wall and his eyes drooping shut, only for them to shoot back open whenever an alarm would go off, looking up at the light above your door to make sure it wasnât for your room before drifting back to sleep once more when he realized it wasnât. It had been hours, he finally stopped counting after the seventh, when the door finally opened and one of the nurses, different from the one before, walked out. There were dark circles under her eyes, she looked frazzled and exhausted, but there was no urgency, there was no sadness⌠Was everything okay? Would he be able to keep you and his daughter? âSirâŚâ She started, and Minho sat up straight, his eyes hopeful as he looked up at the nurse. âI donât want to sugarcoat anything, I donât want you to get excited just yet⌠Although your wife and the baby are⌠alive⌠That doesnât mean that things are⌠okay.â It was like all of the hope was drained from his body immediately, even after hearing that you were alive⌠How could you still not be okay?Â
âWell⌠whatâs wrong? What happened? I mean⌠I need some information here!â He was trying not to get worked up, but the way the nurse seemed to be beating around the bush was highly aggravating. For Christ's sake, heâs your boyfriend, the father of the child, and she was talking to him like he was some nobody. He deserves⌠No, he needs to know what happened! âHow is she not okay? Is the baby okay? Come on, tell me something, dammit!â He didnât care if she was tired, or if she was emotionally worn out after helping you. Thatâs her damn job, and part of it is telling him what the hell is going on.Â
She sighed loudly, clearly not happy with the way that Minho was talking to her, but he didnât really care for that either. He wasnât even allowed in the damn room, the least she could do was tell him what had gone on while he was locked out in the hallway. âThe mother had preeclampsia which advanced to class one HELLP, which I will not go into full detail about, a simple google search will tell you what it is, but I will say that she had the most severe case of HELLP that I have ever seen in my years of working here. We were at a point where we worried that we would have to choose whether she lived or the baby lived. She had to have blood transfusions before we could even deliver the baby, she was in the early stages of kidney failure, and while we were in the process of trying to help the mother, the baby went into respiratory distress. We had to do an emergency c-section, which wasnât easy because we were worried about hemorrhaging, which did in fact happen. The baby is currently in the NICU, she is underweight, we have to do tests to check her platelet count, sheâll most likely be in the NICU for a couple of weeks, and thatâs minimum, especially if her platelets arenât normal. The mother needs to stay because we have to make sure she doesnât have any other underlying health issues, and we need to monitor her closely because the first couple days after delivering a baby with HELLP syndrome could be fatal. So yes, the mother and the baby are alive⌠But they are in no way, shape or form, okay or healthy enough to come home anytime soon. Does that answer your questions, sir?âÂ
Minho didnât know what to say, he didnât know where to start. He didnât understand anything that had been said to him, all he knew was that it was bad and that you wouldnât be going home with him. How could you let things get this bad? Why didnât you tell him? Surely you must have felt ill or something when this was all going on? And that damn doctor⌠Why did he have to touch you? Why did he have to make him so angry? If he had just been a normal doctor, he would have been allowed to come back and do your bloodwork. This all could have been avoided! It wasnât his fault. It wasnât! How was he supposed to know that something like this could happen?! He had never read anything about this online! He didnât know something like this could happen! It wasnât his fault!Â
âAnywayâŚâ The nurse spoke once more, taking Minhos silence as an opening. âSheâs resting, they both are. Thereâs going to be doctors in and out of the room constantly, so, if youâd like to go in there, you can, but I wouldnât expect to get any rest. If I were you, Iâd honestly just go home, get some sleep, and come back in the afternoon. Theyâre not going anywhere, itâs going to be a long road ahead of the both of them⌠And you need to get as much rest as possible to prepare for it.â And with that, she walked away. He was left alone in the hallway with his thoughts, the faint sound of a heart monitor beeping just beyond the closed door to your room was the only sound he could really focus on.Â
You were alive⌠You had stayed⌠You werenât leaving him. He would have his family, and he would have it with you, his perfect darling. Nothing like this would ever happen again, he had his baby girl, and he had you. The two of you were all he needed. Once he had you and his baby back home, heâd make sure he never had to let you out of his sight again. You were going to stay with him, he would make you stay. Thatâs why he wanted the baby in the first place, and in the end, he still got exactly what he wanted.Â
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Okay hear me out can I request yandere skz whose darling hates/refuses to even look at them and says mean things to the boys in order to get them to leave her alone but it has the opposite effect
Are you defying me, darling?
The more you distance yourself, the closer they might become. Take it slow if you're unsure.
â ď¸ yandere theme, unhealthy obsession, and a lot moreâ ď¸
Hyung line, Maknae line
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Chan
Chan, your sunshine, your anchor â the very picture of gentleness. He opens doors with a smile, treats you like royalty, and knows exactly how to make you laugh. Yet, a knot of apprehension coils in your stomach because for all his sweetness, there's a line you never want him to cross. The air hangs heavy. You haven't spoken in what feels like hours, the silence a suffocating blanket. It started with a simple plea, a desperate need for some space, some time to breathe without the constant hum of his presence. The words tumbled out, harsh and ragged. "Can you just leave me alone, damn it?" The change in Chan is instantaneous. His smile vanishes, replaced by a coldness that sends shivers down your spine. A heavy silence descends, thick and suffocating. You steal a glance at him, and your heart plummets. His eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, are now narrowed lasers, fixated on you. The air crackles with a tension you've never witnessed before. Then, a deceptively calm voice breaks the silence. "What did you just say, sweetheart?" he asks, the endearment sounding foreign in this new context. It's clear he doesn't like what he heard, and a flicker of fear ignites in your chest.
You shrink back, your voice barely a whisper as you repeat, "I... I just want to be alone, Chan." But the damage is done. With a slow, deliberate movement, Chan closes the distance. He towers over you, his form an imposing shadow. He crouches down, invading your personal space, and gently, but firmly, cups your chin with his hand. You wince as his nails dig slightly into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's calm, almost too calm, and that terrifies you more than any outburst. His eyes hold you captive, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "I may love you," he continues, his words laced with a dangerous undercurrent, "but disrespect won't be tolerated. Remember that." Seeing the tear, a flicker of something crossed Chan's face â maybe regret, maybe anger. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Tears won't work this time," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He reached out, a single finger brushing against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You will explain yourself," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "And you will understand exactly why you don't get to ask for space from me."
Minho
Minho wasn't like other guys. He didn't crave grand gestures or whispered sweet nothings. No, Minho thrived on the spark in your eyes when he sent shivers down your spine with a surprise tickle or a whispered threat that danced on the edge of plausibility. The way you flustered, the stammer that replaced your usual sharp retorts when he'd corner you with a teasing question â that was his fuel. So, when you finally snapped, a glorious eruption after weeks of his calculated torment, a thrill snaked through him, cold and exhilarating. "Get away from me, don't touch me, you jerk!" you shouted, cheeks flushed a furious red. He'd expected the usual splutter of insults, a well-placed punch maybe, but this raw defiance, this unfamiliar vulnerability â it was intoxicating. Minho's smirk wasn't playful this time. It was a slow, deliberate twist of his lips, a predator recognizing a challenge in its prey. You wanted him gone? Perfect. He'd become your shadow, a constant reminder of the delicious chaos he reveled in unleashing. The way your breath hitched when he brushed past a little too close, the flinch you couldn't quite suppress when he materialized at your locker â oh, he'd savor every startled reaction, every muttered curse under your breath.
Perhaps you didn't understand him, and maybe that was part of the allure. Minho was an enigma, a puzzle only he held the key to. But that didn't matter. He thrived on the chase, on the unpredictable rhythm your dynamic had taken. Your pain, a byproduct of his gamesmanship, was a mere footnote â the price you paid for defying him. "Feeling spicy today, aren't we?" he drawled, his voice low and gravelly. He stopped directly in front of you, his face mere inches away. "Seems like somebody needs a reminder of who's in charge," he continued, his smirk widening. A single finger brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You wanted to fight back, to spit out a retort, but the words wouldn't come. The fear was a thick fog clouding your thoughts. Minho seemed to revel in your silence. He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper but filled with chilling promise. "We have plenty of time for you to learn your lesson." The enclosed space became a prison, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering tension. You knew this wasn't a game anymore. This was Minho asserting his dominance, and you were the unwilling participant in his twisted play.
Changbin
You clench your fists, heart hammering against your ribs. "Damn you," you growl, the words tasting metallic on your tongue, "don't come any closer, jerk!" Changbin's laugh echoes in the confined space. It's a sound you've never heard before, devoid of its usual teasing lilt and replaced with something darker, hungrier. This new side of him sends a shiver down your spine, both terrifying and...exciting? The thought is fleeting, pushed aside by the urgency of the situation. He ignores your protest, a predatory glint in his eyes. Each step he takes is a deliberate invasion of your personal space, until your back is pressed flush against the wall, trapped. His hands snake around you, pinning you against the cool surface. It feels like the room has shrunk, the air itself thick with unspoken tension. "So what, huh?" he taunts, leaning in so close his warm breath tickles your ear. "I can do whatever I want." His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's as if this sudden resistance has ignited a fire within him, a twisted competition to break you, to own you completely. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, a game suddenly unfolding before you. One he intends to win.
Shame burned through you, hot and acrid. You hated yourself for the traitorous flicker of excitement that had dared to ignite within you. Changbin's dark eyes, usually lit with playful mischief, were now narrowed with predatory intent. The possessiveness that radiated from him was suffocating. "This isn't a game, Changbin," you spat, your voice shaking but defiant. You met his gaze head-on, refusing to show fear. "Don't you dare turn this into some twisted dominance act." A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a slow, dangerous smile. "Dominance act?" he echoed, his voice low and silken. His thumbs brushed across your wrists, sending a jolt through you. "Perhaps," he continued, leaning in further, his breath hot against your cheek. "Or maybe it's just a reminder of who calls the shots here, sweetheart." His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of something you couldn't decipher passing through his eyes. Then, with a sigh that seemed to shake the very room, he released you. You stumbled back a step, breathing heavily, the air suddenly feeling thin. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, his voice back to its usual drawl, though a hint of darkness lingered. "Maybe we need a different kind of reminder." He took a step back, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. "A reminder of the consequences of defying me."
Hyunjin
Your outburst, a tirade fueled by pent-up frustration and veiled truths, had frozen Hyunjin. He stood there, a statue carved from confusion and a flicker of something darker. You spat out the final words, "Just get out! Leave me alone you jerk!" expecting a fight, an apology, anything but the unsettling silence that followed. He left, the quiet deafening and thick with unspoken threats. But the absence wasn't a reprieve. It was a predator stalking its prey. Every creak of the floorboards sent your pulse racing, every shadow a potential monster. Sleep was a distant memory replaced by a hypervigilance that left you drained. The bed felt vast and empty, the once comforting weight of Hyunjin beside you a chilling reminder of what you'd lost. Days blurred. The air crackled with a tension so thick you choked on it. Then, one evening, just as the remnants of hope started to flicker, Hyunjin reappeared. He wasn't the playful boy you knew. His eyes, usually sparkling with amusement, were now steely and focused. They scanned the room, lingering on you, assessing. Silence stretched, broken only by the shallow rasp of your own breath. "So," he finally spoke, his voice devoid of its usual warmth, "you want to be alone, do you?" It wasn't a question.
It was a challenge, a test to gauge your sincerity. You opened your mouth to apologize, to plead, but the words wouldn't come. The fear had lodged itself in your throat, a physical weight hindering any attempt at defiance. A slow, predatory smile spread across Hyunjin's face. "There are consequences for everything," he said, each word dripping with a chilling possessiveness. "Especially disrespect." Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You wanted to scream, to fight back against the oppressive atmosphere, but the fear kept you rooted to the spot. "I⌠I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. Hyunjin stopped in front of you, his face inches away. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making it difficult to breathe. "Sorry isn't enough," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will understand, one way or another, how much respect I deserve." He reached out, a single finger tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze. "We don't need space," he murmured, his voice a chilling caress. "We need understanding. And you," he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, "will learn exactly what that means." He wasn't angry, exactly. He was calculating, methodical, a predator who had finally cornered his prey.
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Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver! Lee Minho/Gender Neutral Little! Reader
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"Why did you stop walking?" Minho asked, standing behind you with his hood up. Your breath hitched, "What?" you whispered, turning your head. Minho tilted his head, "You. Why did you stop walking?" he asked, looking at you as if he spoke the obvious. The goosebumps on your arms sent you warning flags at his behavior. Minho chuckled lowly, "Don't scream," he whispered, covering your mouth with a cloth. You thrashed beneath his hold, adrenaline pumping in your veins. Minho grunted, holding the cloth firm, "Shh, shh, darling. Just go to sleep," he whispered, smirking as your body grew limp within his hold. "I'll take good care of you, darling. No one can hurt you ever again," he said, carrying your body bridal style.
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You stirred awake, "Where am I?" you slurred, looking around. Minho chuckled, looking over your crib, "Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You flinched from his touch, your eyes widened with fear. Minho chuckled, "Aww, such a jumpy little one. Don't worry, darling. Soon you'll warm up to me," he said, holding a familiar plush toy. You wavered at the sight, confusion and anxiety running through your brain. Minho cooed, "You're wondering how I got your special toy aren't you, darling. Oh, I can read you like an open book," he said, gently placing the toy next to your pillow. You gulped, clutching the plushie to your chest. "Aren't you adorable," Minho said, adoring the way you hugged the plush like your lifeline.
Minho stood straight, he stared down at you, "I know you have many questions, darling. And I will answer them in due time. But for now, I just want you to know that I've been watching you. Your situation twinged a saviour complex so to speak and I had to protect you," he said with sincerity in his voice. You glared at him, not liking the situation you've been put in. Minho chuckled, "Feisty little thing," he said, wanting to pet your hair but he didn't want to scare you further. "Take a look around, darling. This will be your room for a while. Oh, and one more thing. Don't panic when you can't move your legs okay? The drug will wear off with time," Minho said, leaving the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to lift your legs after his words but to no avail. Soft tears spilt down your cheeks, fearing the worst. Minho chuckled, watching you through the baby monitor, "So predictable," he said, grazing the monitor with adoration.
"Momma?" you called out, kneeling in the crib, your head barely peeking over the rail. Minho cooed, holding your bottle, "What's wrong, sweetheart. Did you get hungry?" he asked, shaking the warm bottle. You nodded your head, making grabby hands towards him, "Nom nom," you babbled, staring at him with dilated eyes. "Ahm, nom nom just for you," Minho said, lifting your out of the crib and over his lap. You snuggled into his chest, holding the bottle with both of your hands. Minho chuckled, teasing you with the bottle nip, "Aww, that's not your mouth," he said, gently feeding you. Soft suckles echoed within the room as he rocked your body close, "I never regret saving you, darling. Never," he whispered, holding you firmly, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. You burrowed closer to him, never regretting the day you gave into him.
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⧠Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader
⧠Genre: slasher au/horror/angst/smut
⧠Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.
⧠Word Count: 2.k-ish
⧠Warnings: If you don't like horror turn back now. This isn't graphic by any means but there are horror elements! Slight sadomasichism, full blown yandere vibes, mentions of toxic ex, mention of dead body w/ tame description, shallow knife wound (you don't get stabbed. no worries), knife/blood play, a lil smut because there's kissing/fingering/nipple play, pet names (babe, baby) a threesome happens but is only referenced, slasherfucker reader, reader's kinda losing it
⧠A/N: This is part 2 in a series. I linked the first part in the summary. Part 1 was dark and fluffy while this one is really dark and angsty. There's still romance but said romance is kinda psychotic. For the record, I'm in no way encouraging you to go out and have sex with two psychokillers. But if they're Minsung hot? I meaaaaan....
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Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, âOh but sweetie, weâve played your game. Donât you wanna play ours now?â
Street Fighter is a game. Monopoly is a game. Minho forcing you to hold a knife to his throat in the middle of their kitchen? This is unlike any game youâve ever played before. Against your better judgment, you throw caution to the wind and ask the million dollar question.
âAnd what are the rules to this game of yours?âÂ
Minho clicks his tongue, delighted at your morbid curiosity, âItâs simple really. If I can make my lips touch yours without the blade slitting my throat open I get a kiss.âÂ
âAnd if he doesnâtââ Han muses, âIâm down a roommate I suppose.âÂ
âKiss or death, babyâ Minho says, leaning into the tip of the blade so that it's agonizingly slow to witness. He stops when it pricks his skin, a scarlet drop of blood rising to the surface. Your fingers tremble around the handle of the knife, your body running ice cold at the realization that this is actually happening.Â
âYouâre both fucking psycho!â you shout, twisting free of them with reckless abandon. You stumble backward into the kitchen counter, the blade still in your hand. When you regain your footing you notice tiny droplets of blood decorating the white tile floor. You trace their source to the much larger cut in the side of Minhoâs neck.
Han stares at you with a Milky Way galaxy of stars dancing behind his eyes, âSo she does have it in her.âÂ
Time itself seems to come to a halt when you register what youâve done. You hadnât meant to do it but, accident or not, you did it. âOh god, no, I didnât mean it. Iâm so sorry. IâŚIâŚâ you stutter, tossing the knife into the sink. Minho takes a deep breath, running his fingers across his wound as he approaches you. âItâs okay. Iâll liveâ he smirks, applying blood to his lips like some luxurious lipstick, âNow about that kiss.âÂ
Minhoâs close enough to you that you can feel his shallow breaths against your face. His bottom lip brushes yours and your mouth falls open without hesitation. The voice of the girl you were before you came here whispers for you to runâleave this place and never come backâbut itâs far too late for that. Minho locks you in a kiss, metallic and sweet, that makes you a stranger to yourself.Â
Itâs not you hungrily kissing Minho, blood staining his collar as he takes greedy handfuls of your plush body. Itâs not your cheek that Han cups, tilting your head to the side to steal kisses and taste that last bit of blood on your tongue. OnlyâŚit is you and youâre loving every second of it. So much that when Han unbuttons your jeans, slipping a hand inside to tease your clit, youâve already managed to soak through your panties.
âAah, I knew itâ he whispers, lightly stroking your entrance, âI told you she was the one. That she was special.â You moan into Minhoâs mouth when Hanâs fingers sink into you, your cries of pleasure echoing within his cheeks. âItâs true. Youâre our special girl, arenât you?â Minho hums, his thumb circling one of your nipples through your shirt.Â
The praise goes to your head in the worst way, setting a once cold body ablaze with lust. Your walls contract with every mention of how special you areâof how long theyâve waited to have you here. Hanâs never had his fingers this drenched before, his mindâs already running wild with thoughts of licking your juices from them once you come. The noises you make are so melodic, so splendid, that they'd burn them into their memories if they could.
Minhoâs sharp eyes lock onto yours, fingers toiling away at the delicate hooks of your bra. âCan we keep you?â he asks like a demon masquerading as a child. Innocence with something darker lurking beneath, waiting to tear you to pieces. The answer comes easily, driven by your thirst to be devoured.
âYes,â you moan, exhaling at the relief of being freed from your bra, âIâm yours.â Han licks up the side of your neck, softly nibbling at your earlobe as his fingers pick up speed.
âAll ours,â he whispers, âForever.âÂ
Grainy black and white dots dance across the TV screen, casting a white glow across the bed where you lay naked cuddled up beneath the blanket with Hanâs childhood teddy bear. Itâs 3AM and Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4 ended an hour ago. Not that you were paying an ounce of attention to it. Your focus was placed entirely on being bent into a series of unholy positions by the two men you expect to see when you open your eyes. But when you finally doâlimbs still tingling from your last orgasmâtheyâre nowhere to be found.
Yawning, you force yourself up in bed, squinting at the light from the TV. Holding your hand up to shield your eyes, you notice the dried up blood on your fingertips. The events of the night come back to you gradually like a fuzzy radio signal sorting itself out. Your mouth is saturated with that same metallic taste from before, the sweetness of it having long faded. Finding it too nauseating to tolerate, you retrieve your underwear from the floor and set out in search of something to wash the taste away.
Stepping out into the hallway you find yourself in near pitch black darkness. The only guiding light is the glow of a lamp from the bottom of the staircase at the opposite end of the hallway. âMinho!â you call out, taking slow cautious steps down the hall. You extend your arms out on both sides, feeling around for anything you might bump into. You hold your breath, listening for even the faintest sound of his voice but it never comes. Finally reaching the staircase, you grab onto the sides and make your way down.
You call out again, this time trying another name for good measure, âHan! Where are you guys?â It suddenly occurs to you that this is the moment in slasher movies where the girl wanders downstairs and gets sliced up by some masked psycho killer. You stop halfway down the stairs, glancing up at the darkness you left behind. âFuck thatâ you huff, jogging the rest of the way down the stairs to find safety in the light.
Finally youâre back in familiar territory. To your right you spot the kitchen and your heart jumps at the thought of the Halloween candy left untouched on the table. But your tooth rotting dreams are derailed by the sound of whirling somewhere to your left. You turn to spot a heavy wooden door left slightly cracked. Itâd look like any other door if not for the two deadbolts drilled into the frame. Off to the side sits a black garbage bag, the kind contractors use on construction jobs, and itâs stuffed full ofâŚsomething.
Hearing the low chattering of voices, you drift towards the door whispering to yourself the whole time. âWhy are you freaking out? Nothingâs wrong. Theyâre probably just taking out the trash. Donât be soââ You choke on your own words as you stare down into the trash bag. It is full of trash. Thereâs pizza boxes, empty soda cans, and crumbled up chips bags all from last night.
And then thereâs something else.
The tip of something red poking out from between the pizza boxes. You lean in closer and make out deep wrinkles carved in plastic. Pinching the end of it you pull it from the trash and you feel even more nauseous than before. Itâs a mask. Not just any mask. The same mask your ex had on when you saw him at the video store. A chill runs down your spine, making you let out an unexpected squeak that brings all of the background conversation to a halt.
âHello?â Hanâs voice rings out, seemingly from beneath you. You crack the door a little more, peeking in to find another set of stairs leading down into the basement. âEverything okay up there?â Minho asks, his tone oddly suspicious of you. You clear your throat, tucking the mask back into the trash bag, âIâmâIâm fine. Just got a little snack craving is all. Are you guys good?â
Youâre met with silence reminiscent of the moment before Minho forced you to cut his throat. âWhy donât you come down?â Han insists, bubbling with joy, âWe have a surprise for you!â You pull the door open all the way, shuddering at the creaking sound the old wooden stairs make when you step on them.
âA surprise? What kind of surprise?â
âOne you werenât supposed to see yetâ Minho pouts, âBut youâre here now so whatever.â
Minhoâs adorable tendency to whine gives you the sense of normalcy you needed to get you to the bottom of the stairs. But when you reach it you wish you hadnât. The basement is nothing like the welcoming warmth of the rest of the house. Itâs pristine and white, the polished floor icy against your bare feet. In each corner thereâs a large cabinet stocked with all sorts of medical supplies. It reminds you of an operating room in one of those medical dramas.
It is an operating room and at the center of it, in a pool of blood that leaks between the cracks in the tiles, is the partially dismembered body of your ex boyfriend. âHi, babyâ Han waves with the hand not currently holding a cordless saw. Still in his underwear, heâs dressed in a long black apron with the gloves to match. Minhoâs dressed the same and both are slick with blood.
Before you can think better of it, youâre screaming at the top of your lungs and bolting back up the stairs. All the while images of torn flesh and fractured bone flash in your mind. You couldnât stand that man, hated him in fact, but youâd never wanted to see him in pieces.
Spotting your purse by the front door, you make a mad dash for it clueless to the two figures gathering behind you. Your vision clouded with tears, you fight with the front door locks to get out. âI knew it was too soonâ Minho sighs in disappointment, âWe shouldâve waited.â Han slips his gloves off, coming over to kiss you on the cheek.
Your body recoils, shaking in fear, âDonât hurt me. Please.â
âHurt you?â he scoffs, flipping the lock open, âIâd never hurt you. You just seemed like you needed a little help.â
Minho flops down in a chair near the door, messy hair falling in his face, âTake my jacket at least. Itâs cold out.â
Their calmness is odd to say the least, making you reevaluate the fear that you feel. âYouâre letting me go? Just like that?â Han plucks a wool trench coat from its hook, draping it over your shoulders. He pulls the door open and a slight autumn breeze blows through the door. âI told you. We donât want to hurt you. Weâre here to protect you...and maybe teach you how to protect yourself.â
His sincerity makes you uncomfortable and you feel yourself splitting in two again. This time the old you wins and throw yourself out into the night, scanning the street to find where you parked your car. The block is as dark as the upstairs hall, giving you the sense that youâre on some terrifying island all your own.
You can't make sense of why theyâd let you go. Any normal person would drive straight from here to the police station. You know their faces. Their names. Where they work. Where they live. Do they want to get caught?
âYou canât run from who you are forever, pretty girl!â you hear Minho taunting. You look back to see them watching you from the doorway, smiling lovingly in your direction.
Minho winks at you, blowing you a kiss, âSee you real soon, babe.âÂ
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     Y/n tried tracking how long Jeongin had kept her in the isolated cabin. After a few days, everything blurred together. After a week she noticed him going in and out of the back, leaving her in the house.Â
     Sheâd checked the windows and doors while âcleaningâ the cabin. Everything was lockedâ padlocked. This was forever.Â
     Occasionally, sheâd find him watching the newsâ one of her friends had reported her missing. Heâd almost put it on to tease her. That no matter how hard they looked, they wouldnât find her.Â
     It wasnât like she hadnât tried getting out. Multiple times even. But it just made him angry. When he was angry, it wasnât good. He was a different person.
     Heâd hit, yell, break things. Slowly everything became her fault. It was her fault he was like this. Heâd started blaming for her friends being in a comaâ admitting he had paid someone to hit the car that night. It scared her more. Sheâd shrunk into herself. Just praying he didnât kill her.Â
     But sometimes she saw the good bits and it threw her mind into a loop. But she knew it was all part of his manipulation tactic. One he fucked up once.Â
     Jeongin had turned on the TV, news broadcasting the search for the two of them. her family and friends pleading with the public to find them. Then he got up abruptly and walked out the back door. Y/n waited a few seconds before reaching forward. He put her phone on the table to tease her.Â
     If the TV was on, they had some signal. She tapped her screen and was surprised she still had battery life. She checked the back door one last time before opening her phoneâ not daring to pick it up from its position. She opened her messages with Changbin. Sending him her current location as quickly as she could.
Y/n: help
       you were right
     The message threw Changbin off. Itâd been almost a month since she disappeared. He knew the moment she told him she and Jeongin were going on a weekend trip it wasnât going to end well.Â
     âWhat?â Minho asked as their usually loud friend went silent
     âY/n texted meâŚâ Changbin said
     âWhat did she say?!â Jisung practically yelled as he jumped on top of him
     âAye!â Changbin yelled and pushed him off and looked back at the screen, âShe sent her location and said help.â
     âHELP?!â Jisung yelled
     âSend it to the detective,â Minho said as he grabbed his keysÂ
     âWhere are you going?â Jisung asked
     âWeâre getting our friend back from that psycho,â Minho said
     âWhat if he has a gun?â Jisung asked
     âA chance Iâm willing to take!â Minuo called.Â
     The two followed the oldest out of the apartment. Changbin was on the phone with the detectives working on the case as he and Jisung followed their friend out of the apartment. Sending them the location Y/n sent him. The detectives redirected them over to the station to come up with a plan.Â
     Y/n had quickly deleted the messages from her phone and shut her phone off quickly. Sitting back on the couch and waiting. And she waited for a while. Too scared to move before he came back in. Two hours later, it was already dark outside. She didnât question anything. Not even the blood on his hands. Too scared to say anything to him.Â
     She sat quietly on the couch, waiting for him to come back. She heard the shower turn on, giving her more time in her thoughts. She knew the drive from the city to where they were was long. At least three hours. She just waited anxiously.Â
    Eventually, Jeongin came back into the living room and sat next to her. Pulling her onto his lap and kissing her neck. âItâs useless,â Jeongin said
     âWhat is?â Y/n asked
     âThem looking for us. I made sure no one could find us.â Y/n could hear the crazy dripping from his voice while he gripped her hips.Â
     Y/n tried hiding how revolting his touch had become to her. She was scared of what would happen if she jerked away from him. Heâd been unpredictable since they got here and she feared every step she took would set him off. She was walking on eggshells around him.
     âGet on your knees and face me,â He whispered in her ear and let go of her hips.
     Y/n got off his lap and turned around, facing him before sinking onto her knees between his legs. Jeongin leaned forward and grabbed her face, making her look at him. âOpen your mouth.â
     Y/n did as she was told, opening up her mouth. Jeongin pulled her tongue out of her mouth and spit onto her tongue. Y/n left her tongue out as he sat back, pulling his cock out of sweat and sitting forward on the couch more. Putting his hand on the back of her head and pushing himself down her throat. Y/n gagged as the tip hit the back of her throat while he moaned at the feeling. Holding the back of her head and moving her head up and down his shaft. Y/n gripped the bottom of the dress she had on, trying to distract herself from him using her throat with the lace trim. Just hoping Changbin would get here soon. That he still cared enough to help her.
     Each drag of his cock had her disassociating more. He noticed. He pulled her off his cock and harshly slapped her across the face, letting her fall to the ground. âWho are you thinking about.â He demanded as he got on top of her
     âY-You,â Y/n stumbled
     âDonât lie to me Y/n,â Jeongin warned
     âIâm not! Promise, I was thinking about you Innie!â
     âWhy are you lying to me Y/n?!â He yelled
     âIâm not!â Y/n cried
     âMaybe I should have killed Seungmin from the beginning. Thatâs who youâre thinking about, right? Right?!â
     Heâs alive? âNo! No, Innie, youâre the love of my life! Was thinking about you! Itâs always you!â
     âAlways me?â He asked, softening a bit hearing that.
     âAlways you,â Y/n said, reaching for him a bit, cupping his face, and pulling him down for a kiss. Jeongin was quick to return it as he moved to put her legs over his hips, slipping inside her mid-kiss.
     Y/n moaned into his mouth as he thrusted into her. She was keeping his mind off anything else. She couldnât risk him snapping before Changbin or the police got to them. She didnât know how long it would be but it was her only bit of hope at this point. She had to hold out hope.
     âAll mine.â Jeongin accentuated each word with a hard thrust into her. Chanting âmine, mine, mine.â with each thrust. His lips moved to mark her already hickey-covered neck. He never let the marks fade. Needing that visual to know he had claimed her.
     Y/n played her part. At some point, he stopped caring if she finished or not. Just got himself off, cleaned the two of them up, and repeated the process a couple of hours later. It was easier to act like she still loved him that way. Easier to pretend him being this close to her didnât make her want to throw up.
     She blinked away tears as he finished inside her. Hoping none of them would fall and he wouldnât notice. After a moment, he pulled out and got up. Leaving for a moment to grab something to clean her up before picking her off the ground and bringing her into the bedroom with him. Tucking her into bed before turning all the lights off in the cabin. Y/n lay in silence as he came back into the room, laying behind her and wrapping his arms around her. Holding her close to his chest.
     âYouâre taking a pregnancy test tomorrow.â He told her
     âOkay,â Y/n agreed
     Y/n felt him kiss her shoulder before saying goodnight to her. She replied automatically but didnât dare fall asleep, she hadnât slept much in days, maybe only a couple of hours before she was awake, waiting for him to let her go. She just stared into the darkness, looking at the wall, and nightstand, trying to tell herself that this wasnât real.
     She could hear the clock tick each second out in the living room. Trying to keep track of the time, disassociating the longer the seconds ticked by. She swore at one point she heard noise outside but assumed it was an animal. She wasnât thinking of anything else. Not someone was there to save her. It was only minutes later the bedroom door was practically kicked open and lights shined bright in the room. People yelling that jolted Jeongin awake, his grip on her loosening. Y/n moved out of the bed as quickly as she could as what she assumed were police and SWAT were surrounding the bed.
     âMs. L/n?â A voice said amongst the yelling for Jeongin to get out of bed
     âYesâŚâ She said, tears welling in her eyes
     âLetâs get you out of here. Youâre safe now.â The officer helped her stand and wrapped a blanket around her.
     Every ounce of adrenaline she had practically been surviving off of crashed and she almost fell standing up. The officer carried her out before they got Jeongin out of the cabin in handcuffs. They carried her to the waiting ambulance before she heard her name being yelled.
     âY/n!â It wasnât Jeongin. She heard Jisung before she saw him. Once she did she opened her arms as he hugged her. âYouâre okay.â She could hear that he was about to cry.
     âIâm sorry,â Y/n let the tears fall, crying into his shoulder.
     âDonât apologize,â Jisung pulled away and looked her over as the paramedics got to work, trying to check on her.
     âJi, let her breathe,â Minhoâs voice came. Y/n saw him and Changbin walk up and it just made her cry more.
     âYou got my text,â Y/n asked as Minho patted her head and Changbin hugged her.Â
     âYeah. Minho almost jumped the gun and came and got you without all this,â Changbin told her
     âIâm sorry, BinâŚâ
     âDonât apologize. You were manipulated.â
     âI could have taken him in a fight,â Minho said.
     Y/n looked over her friendâs shoulder as they dragged her psycho ex out of the cabin. Quickly hiding again in Changbinâs chest.
     âShe needs to get to a hospital,â one of the paramedics said
     âWait, there might be someone else on the property,â Y/n told them as they tried getting her on the gurney in the ambulance.
     âWhat do you mean?â The officer who brought her out asked
     âHe kept bringing up my ex, Seungmin. Early, he came back in with blood on him and said he should have killed him in the beginning.â Y/n explained
     âCheck the rest of the property!â The officer ran into the chaos, relaying what she had said to him.
     âMs. L/n, you need to go to a hospital for a full examination.â
     âMinho and I will stay here in case something happens. Go back with her, Bin.â Jisung said
     âWeâll call if they find him,â Minho reassured them
     Changbin nodded and helped the paramedics get Y/n onto the gurney, sitting close to her as they slowly drove away from the house.
     âTwo detectives are gonna meet us at the hospital to take a statement, okay?â Changbin asked
     âOkayâŚâ Y/n said
     âTired?â Changbin asked her
     Y/n nodded as she relaxed into the pillow. Slowly nodding off from her lack of sleep and being out of survival mode. The beeping of monitors woke her up hours later. Having to adjust to the hospital light before looking over and seeing Changbin asleep in a chair next to her.Â
     âBinâŚâ she said which seemed to have woken him up. He must have just started drifting off
     âGood morning,â Changbin sighed and stretchedÂ
     âHow long was I asleep?â Y/n askedÂ
     Changbin quickly checked his phone, âAbout seventeen hours.â
     âDamn,â Y/n sighed
     âGood news though. Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix woke up about a week ago from their comas,â Changbin smiledÂ
     âDid they find Seungmin?â
     âThey did. Minho said they brought K-9 out because Jeongin wouldnât tell them where he was. They found him chained up in a cellar under the cabin. He was doing the bare minimum to keep him alive and it looked like he was beating him from what Jisung said. Ji rode back in the ambulance and Minho followed them back.â
     âHow long was he down there?â
     âHe hasnât said anything since they found him. Minhoâs with him right now.â
     Y/n nodded, playing with the thin hospital blanket.Â
     âHey. This isnât your fault. Jeongin manipulated you. No one blames you. He already confessed to having paid someone to hit the car that put the guys in a coma and kidnapped you and Seungmin as well as confessed to the assaults. Heâs going to jail for a long time,â Changbin assured her and grabbed her hand, âThe detectives still want your statement and the guys want to see you too.â
     âCan you be here when I give the statement?â
     âYeah. Want me to let the detectives know youâre ready?â
     Y/n nodded and Changbin called the detectives letting them know she was awake and ready to talk. The two detectives were down at the hospital within a few minutes. Changbin sat quietly in his chair while she talked about what happened in the cabin. She could feel him seething next to her but didnât say anything. At least till the detectives left.Â
     âSay it Bin,â Y/n sighed
     âWhat?â he asked
     âI can feel your anger from here.â
     âIâm mad for you. Not at you. How could you tell them about that so calmly?â
     âStarted dissociating when it would happen. Can we just stop talking about it?â
     âOkay,â Changbin agreed, âThe detectives also grabbed your personal belongings from the cabin. Nothing is evidence, just have to go to the station and get them, okay?â
     âCan you go get them for me?âÂ
     âYeah. Ji said heâd come by later so I could go back home and sleep properly. We just didnât want you to be alone when you woke up.â
     âThanks,â Y/n smiled as a knock came from the door. She jumped a bit but was relieved when it was just the doctorÂ
     âMs. L/n. Itâs nice to see you awake,â she smiled
     âThanks,â Y/n said
     âThereâs a couple of things I wanna go over with you.â
     âDo you want me to leave?â Changbin asked
     âYou can stay bin.â
     âAlright. We ran a few tests while you were asleep to make sure everything was okay. No major damage to any bones or organs thankfully. I do want you to talk to a therapist about what you went through. Events like this can be very traumatic and we want to give you a safe space to talk about it.â
     âOk.â
     âOne of the tests we ran was a pregnancy test and it did come back positive.â
     âOhâŚâ
     âIâll give you some time to think about where you want to go from here with the pregnancy. Please think it through, Iâll have our hospital psychiatrist come down and talk to you later today, okay.â
     âOkay,â Y/n nodded
     The doctor gave her one last smile before she left the room. Y/n took a shaky breath as she fell further into the pillow.
     âHey, donât cry.â Bin grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears, âWeâll figure it out. Okay?â
     âI donât want to carry a piece of him with me, Bin,â Y/n cried
     âYou donât have to, okay? This is your decision. Iâll help you out with anything you need.â
     Y/n nodded her head as Changbin hugged her. Trying to comfort her as best as he could. Getting her calmed down after a few minutes and opted just to change the subject before Jisung showed up, hiding a batch of Felixâs brownies.
     âHe wasnât sure if you were ready to see him so he just sent them with me,â he explained
     âIâm gonna go pick up your stuff from the police station and grab you some clothes for when you get discharged, okay?â Changbin said as he checked he had everything
     âOkay,â Y/n noddedÂ
     âHave they said anything about discharging her?â Jisung asked
     âNo. The doctor came in earlier but just went over the tests.â
     âAh. Okay. Iâll keep you updated then.â
     Changbin nodded and left the room.
     âWant a brownie?â Jisung asked
     âYeah,â Y/n smiled
     Y/n was thankful Jisung didnât ask anything. Just kept her company till Changbin came back with her things and until the psychiatrist came in to talk to her. By the next morning, they were discharging her with clear instructions to take it easy and set up a meeting with a therapist. Changbin drove her back to her apartment. Getting up to the building and looking up at it.
     âYou donât have to go up. Chan wonât mind you staying with us. We have the spare room,â Changbin offered, noticing her hesitation
     âAll my stuff is up thereâŚâ
     âI can come over and grab stuff.â
     â... You sure I can stay with you and Chan?â
     âYeah.â
     âOkayâŚâ
     âIâll drop you off with Chan then come back and get some of your stuff.â
     âThank you.â
     Changbin let Chan know the situation threw a few quick texts before heading to his place. Chan met her outside and helped her out of the car. Changbin promised to be back as soon as he could before driving off.
     âLong time no see,â Chan smiled as he brought her inside.
     Y/n sat on the couch as Chan grabbed her some water and a blanket. âIâm sorry I didnât visit you in the hospitalâŚâ She finally said
     âAh. I barely even noticed.â Chan waved it off, âIâm just glad youâre safe.â
     âI should have listened to you guysâŚâ
     âY/n, stop blaming yourself. You were as much of a victim of him as we were.â
     âBut if I never met him then none of this would happened.â
     âY/n, I think Jeongin would have come into your life one way or another,â Chan said
     âButââ
     âNo buts. Heâs criminally insane and is where he belongs. None of this is your fault.â
     âCan I have a hug?â
     âOf course.â
     Chan moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. He turned on a comfort movie per her request till Changbin got back. The two let her shower and ordered dinner for the three of them, checking on her every so often.
     Nights were the worst for her. Most of the time she didnât sleep, when she did sheâd have nightmares. Chan and Changbin both offered to stay with her but the thought of sharing a bed with someone after her ex was worse. They both understood and gave her her space. Eventually, Felix and Hyunjin came around. Telling her they didnât blame her for what happened, just glad she got out.
     The guys all helped her as best they could. Even helping her find a therapist and getting back to her normal life. Y/n was lucky her old job understood what happened and welcomed her back into the company, with a remote position till she was ready to come back to the office on her own. She wasnât going to complainâ especially with the pay raise.
     Y/n was in the middle of working when Changbin knocked on her door. âYou got a second?â
     âYeah,â Y/n said as she turned to him
     âMinho texted me earlier and said Seungmin was getting discharged from the hospital. Felix wants to do something small at one of our places for everyone getting out of the hospital. Chan offered for us to do it here as long as youâre okay with it,â Changbin said
     âSomething small?â Y/n asked for conformation
     âYeah. A movie night or something.â
     âOkay. Iâll let them know. Also, Seungminâs talking again and he gave his statement but he does want to talk to you too.â
     âWhyâŚ?â
     âI donât know. Minho didnât tell me much. Just that he wanted to talk to you.â
     âOkayâŚâÂ
     âI donât think itâs going to be bad Y/n. You guys both went through something traumatic. It might help for you guys to talk about it to someone who understands.
     Y/n nodded before he left her to finish up her work. The movie night was planned for the end of the week when everyone was free. The group ordered pizzaâ something simpleâ and had a list of movies to watch. Y/n stuck next to Changbin for most of the first movie.Â
     She looked down at her phone as it vibrated with a text notificationÂ
Seungmin: I don't want to disturb the movie but can we talk?
                 maybe outside?
Y/n: yeah
     The two quietly got up and went outside. It was starting to cool off from the afternoon sun as they sat at a small table that was outside.Â
     âHow have you been?â Y/n asked
     âBetter i guess. How about you?â Seungmin askedÂ
     âBetter. Therapy helps a bit.â
     Seungmin nodded, âIâm sorry Y/n.â
     âWhy are you sorry?â
     âBack when we broke up, about a month before, I had met Jeongin. Heâd seemed normal and harmless at the time but it was a short lived friendship. Heâd threatened me to break up with you when I mentioned wanting to propose to you. I hadnât told him much about you but he seemed to know everything about you and our relationship. I thought he was joking then heâŚâ
     âSeungâŚâ
     âHeâd pulled a gun on me. He watched me send the break up text then told me I wasnât going to see you again and I guess thatâs when I was technically kidnapped?â
     âWait. He had you for almost a year and a half?â
     âYeah⌠He threatened to kill me a lot but I think he got off on the idea of making me watch you two.â âWait, what do you mean watch?â
     âThe police didnât tell you?â
     âTell me what?â
     âHe had security cameras in the cabin and your place. For a year he forced me to watch the two of you together and in the cabin.â
     Y/n sat back, taking in the info. She felt disgusted with herself knowing that.Â
     âHeâd come down to the cellar because I was trying to pull the chains off the wall to get out. I saw you send the text on the cameras and tried distracting him longer in case someone immediately showed up.â
     âHe kept bringing you up⌠that night he thought I was thinking about you when we wereââ
     âYou donât have to relive it Y/n. I watched him do it to you for a month. I just never had the audio for it.â
     âI'm sorry, Min.â
     âThis is not your fault, Y/n. I should have done something to protect you and I didnât.â
     âHe threatened your life Min. What were you supposed to do?â
     âAnything other than what happened. It still keeps me up at night knowing I ââ
     âMin,â Y/n grabbed his hand, holding it in hers, âHe had a gun on you. You couldnât have done anything.â
     Seungmin looked down at their hands and covered hers with his other, âDoesnât stop me wishing I could go back in time and stop this from ever happening.â
     âWe canât though. Just have to try and get past it.â
     Seungmin nodded and squeezed her hands. Y/n stood and offered him a hug. Seungmin gladly accepted and wrapped his arms around her tightlyÂ
     âHow about we help each other heal?â
     âIâd like that.â
     Y/n pulled away and looked at him. âYou were going to propose?â
     âYeah. Why wouldnât I?â Seungmin smiled before they heard a bang behind them.Â
     Both looked after getting a bit freighted from the noise and saw their friends. Watching them.
     âIâm going to kick their asses,â Seungmin groanedÂ
     Y/n giggled, seeing the old Seungmin was still there.
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His Baby (My Baby) Pt. 7 âŁď¸đŞ
Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Lee Know
Warnings: Yandere, obsessive abusive behavior, smut, voyerism? , making out, unprotected sex
⥠(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7). (Pt. 8) (pt. 9) (pt 10)
ââââââââââ đ ââââââââââ
Your ex is out of prison and heâs been secretly visiting you almost every other night. And you let him. Itâs insane, heâs insane. But you figure that youâve learned from the past. Thereâs no way youâll get back with him. However, Chan believes you will fall in love with him all over again. And maybe you couldâŚ
But being with your new boyfriend, Minho, has taught you better. Minho is so kind and gentle with you. Heâs taught you some independence but also takes care of you. You love him.
âââââââââââ đ âââââââââââ
Recently, youâve been trying to be a little more affectionate. Ever since leaving Chan, being affectionate has been a bit tough but Minho never pressured you to do anything you didnât want to do.
Today was different.
After dinner you both watched a movie and a sex scene popped up. It was pretty explicit.
You hadnât had sex like that in a while and you found yourself feeling a little needy, rubbing your thighs together uncomfortably.
Your boyfriend noticed and lightly rubbed your thigh, but not much else.
You leaned your head on shoulder and slowly moved his hand to your inner thigh. Your pants had a fairly thin material and you liked the feeling of his hand there.
Minho figured this meant you were needy and who could blame you? He moved his hand to your clothed crotch, lightly rubbing circles over the area.
You were already sensitive there and your panties wet. You couldnât help making some muffled moans as you tried suppressing it.
âBaby⌠are you okay..?â He asked softly with a smile. âDo you want more?â
âMmhmâŚâ you nodded, resting your head back on the couch.
Minho kissed your cheek the turned your head to kiss your lips. His lips were so soft and amazing. You felt yourself chasing them.
He moved his hand under your shirt and laid you down while kissing your neck.
You were feeling both scared and excited.
âCan I take this off, baby?â He said while tugging at your pants.
You nodded and he gently took off your pants. As he lowered your panties he realized how wet you were.
âReally that needy, huh?â He teased.
âI-IââŚâ you blushed and looked away.
âIs this okay?â He asked while removing his shirt followed by his pants and boxers.
You nodded again and he continued making out with you, lightly nipping at your lip. As he did so, his cock would rub against your bare sensitive cunt, making you whine and moan into his kisses.
âMinho~âŚâ you moaned. âMin-âŚâ
âYes babyâŚ?â He said while lightly rubbing your clit, sending you into overdrive.
âI want you~⌠I want it, oppa~âŚâ You were moaning and panting desperately while shaking your hips. âWantâŚ. WantâŚâ
âYou want want me? You want my cock?â He teased as he lifted off your shirt, seeing that you werenât wearing a bra. âWhat do you want, baby? You have to tell meâŚâ
âI want⌠I wantâŚ!â You moaned with glassy vision as he continued to tease your clit. You were desperate and bucked your hips to feel his touch.
Minho just thought you were so cute and he was happy that you trusted him enough to do this.
The man entered you with ease and passionately made out with you as he held still so that you could get used to the size.
He continued kissing you as he thrusted. It was nothing too hard. He would hit the sweet spot ever so gently. That with the passionate kisses and gentle touches definitely showed that this was not pure fucking but making love. He was making love to you.
You hadnât felt this good in a long time. All your worries disappeared in this moment and you were fully focused on the man so passionately loving you.
Your back was arched and you hit your high fairly quick. It was euphoric.
Minho pulled out and came as well, admiring your features. To him, you looked so adorable. He rubbed your cheek and you leaned into his hand. You love him so much. It was like falling in love all over again.
However, someone else didnât find this little scene all too amusingâŚ
~~~~~
A few hours later after you and Minho had gone to sleep for the night, you got up to go to the restroom.
You yawned as you opened the door to the bathroom and was met with very angry looking Chan.
His arms were crossed as he looked at you and you could feel your heart racing.
âSo⌠looks like you had fun earlierâŚâ
You were silent, not sure what to say.
âAnswer me!â He snapped, making you jump.
âI-IâŚâ
âI saw the whole thing, babygirl.â He chuckled. âYour moans were so hot as you let him fuck you⌠corrupting you⌠my innocent babyâŚâ
âChanââ
âI wouldnât have fucked you so softly.â He chuckled. âI wouldâve smothered you with my love⌠I would pleasure you more than anyone. I know you miss my cock.
You frowned and looked down. Maybe before you wouldâve agreed but now? Absolutely not. You whole heartedly love Minho. And have no feelings left for ex.
âI would stuff you and fuck you so good baby⌠and what do you do? What do I catch you doingâŚ?â
âChanââ
â⌠Fucking around with that man as if heâs better than me!â He snapped as if trying to control himself. âYou know no one will love you like I do!â
âNo!â You yelled, probably loud enough to wake up anyone in the vicinity. âHe loves me! And I love him!â
He was shocked at your boldness and was pissed. How could you do this to him?!
âNow get out!â
Chan stepped forward as if to grab you and you quickly ran out.
He chased you to the bedroom and you screamed for Minho as you tried closing the door on him. Only to get knocked off your feet and fall to the floor.
Your boyfriend was already awake, startled by some noise from earlier and quickly got up to help you.
âI did everything for you!â Chan yelled. He had a mix of anger and hurt in his voice and his body was practically shaking. âYou betrayed me!â
Minho got you to your feet and pulled you behind him.
âYou need to get out!â Your boyfriend yelled. âNow!â
âAnd what are you going to do?â He chuckled at the man, obviously amused.
âThe cops are already on their way and I told them you have a deadly weapon⌠they will shoot on sight.
Minho was bluffing but Chan wouldnât know right?
Chan paused as if weighing his options.
âDonât think you can get away with fucking my baby for longâŚâ he grunted while turning to leave. âIâll be back for herâŚâ
âGet out, Chan. Youâll never lay a hand on her againâŚâ you boyfriend said in a dead serious tone.
Your ex bawled his fists up and left. Minho made sure he left out the front and Chan slammed the door behind him.
You were shaking and crying, holding your head as you sat on the bed.
Your boyfriend came back to the room and hugged you tight.
âHeâs never gonna stop.â You cried.
âI promised heâll never hurt you again⌠I meant it, babyâŚâ Minho sighed as he rocked you a little.
You sobbed into his chest as he gently stroked your hair.
~~~
Chan went home. He had rented a place nearby. He drank some water before throwing the glass to the wall, shattering it.
He was beyond pissed. His innocent baby was now being taken from him by this other man. No actually, she was willingly fucking around with him. The ultimate betrayal.
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Kinktober Day 17 - Yandere!Bodyguard!Choi Minho + Biting & Oral Fixation
Anonymous Said: Maybe could you, please do a Yandere Bodyguard for Shinee Minho + Biting and Oral Fixation. A/n: This honestly just fits him so well... Minho as a Yandere!Bodyguard? I think YES Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession Word Count: 834 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist
Sunlight filters through the large floor to ceiling windows, reflecting off of the smooth granite of the kitchen counter. The stone is cool against your skin, back arching as fingers dig into your thighs.
He pulls you closer.
âLook at you,â Minho hums, turning to nose along the skin of your inner thigh. âWhat would people say if they could see you now? The headstrong daughter of the great and powerful Atlantis gang really is all bark and no bite.â
Your breath hitches slightly, frowning down in annoyance at the man between your legs.
âI still control your contract.â You state, rather firmly as you nudge his head with your thigh. âWatch your mouth.â
âBut Sweetheart,â A devilish grin stretches across his features, âWhere would you be if it werenât for me?â
Turning his head, Minho sinks his teeth into your flesh. Not enough to break your skin, no, but enough to leave a clear indentation of a bite mark.
Your back arches off of the counter, keening as your eyes squeeze shut. Your whole body twitches, chest heaving as you feel yourself clench around nothing.
âNever forget,â his lips soothe over the bite heâs just given you, eyes flashing as he meets your gaze. âYouâre my charge.â
Bringing his one hand up, Minho slips his thumb through your folds. A pleased hum escapes him as he feels how wet you are, licking his lips to get yet another taste of you on his tongue.
âDonât forget whoâs working for who.â You pant out, gaze sharp as you tilt your head to watch his every move.
His thumb finds your clit again, and you gasp.
âI think you mean whoâs working who right now.â He chuckles, adding more pressure over your clit. âDonât forget who just had you moaning his name, Darlinâ.â
Your lips purse as your thighs twitch around his head, reminded of how his mouth feels on you yet again. A shiver caresses your spine, and you hate how involuntary that reaction is.
âHurry up and get back to it, then.â You commend, tangling your fingers in his locks and guiding him closer into your dripping core.
âIs that an order?â
The playful way his brow quirks irritates you to no end.
âMinho.â His name is but a warning on your lips.
âAs you wish, Sweetheart.â His voice rumbles out, turning to nip lightly at your inner thigh. âI live to serve you.â
Without wasting another moment, his mouth is back on you. His tongue dips through your folds, licking a broad strip up to your clit. He hums happily as he sucks that little bundle of nerves between his lips, shaking his head lightly back and forth as his eyes never leave your own.
Minho takes his time to trace his tongue over your cunt, exploring every inch just as heâs already done before today. Pleased moans echo against your core as he teases your clit with gentle flicks before placing languid kisses atop that swollen little bud.
His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you in even closer to him.
Soft moans escape your parted lips as you feel him burying himself in your pussy yet again. His skilled tongue draws blissful sighs of his name from your lips, noticing how his hold over you tightens with each whimper and whine that falls from you. Every now and then, a particular flick of his tongue over your clit causes your thighs to twitch, and he focusses his attention on repeating those same actions just to watch your body shake.
Already, youâve become so sensitive to his touch. All day heâs been working you up, letting you teeter on the edge of release only to pull you right back to the start. Itâs like a game to him, and when he finally lets you tip over the edge, thatâs when you scream his name.
The smug smirk he wears can be felt against your core as your back arches from the counter top. Your thighs squeeze around his head as he continues to suckle your clit between his lips through your orgasm, hands pinning you down as your hips attempt to buck against his mouth.
Your eyes flutter shut, whole body feeling as if youâre floating in bliss as you moan his name. The languid way he continues to flick his tongue over your clit as you come down from your high makes your whole body twitch, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.
Gently, your fingers brush his hair out of his face. The pure and utter devotion you can see shining in his gaze as he looks up at you makes your breath hitch.
He pulls away briefly, nipping once more at the skin of your inner thighs.
Again, you sigh his name, and he pulls you in closer. You watch his eyes flash with something dark. A look that captivates you, and has you drowning in everything him.
âAnother.â
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Skz Pack: 2 Omegas, 1 Rut
NO MINORS!
Authorâs Note: the title is cringy but idc đđpls still read this đŤśđžđŤśđž thank you to everyone for telling me about their ages in my post and hopefully this is good
Synopsis: spending his first rut together doesnât turn out too bad
Genre: Fluff and smut âźď¸
Warnings: mentions of sexual activities, ruts, eating schedules, being a simp, lying, skz x skz, breeding, cuddling, pregnancy/pups, safe words, pack lunas, animalistic behaviors, probably more so tell me what you think deserves a warning
Word Count: 2,697
You are in the middle of your piano lessons with Jeongin when he looks over at you.
âI want to tell you something.â You immediately raise your eyebrow. Jeongin has never been the shy type so what is this about?
âGo on..â You say, hesitantly.Â
He seems hesitant himself and starts by saying that he doesn't want to alarm you. âMy rut is starting tomorrow, and I wanted to know if you wanted to spend it together. I understand if you donât.. It can be a lot. Also, Chan-hyung will be assisting as well as Minho-hyung. I brought it up to them, and they suggested having someone in the room in case I go a little too far.âÂ
Although you are surprised, you are also touched that Jeongin wants to spend his rut with you. Is it rather fast? Yes, but wolves mate forever. Itâs not like you are going to run off on him, or vice versa; he is your moonmate. Is it too soon for you mentally though? Chan had warned you that Jeongin could be a lot to handle.
âCan you give me until tonight to decide?â He simply nods as the lesson continues. You canât help but watch him for any signs of irritation. He helps you with the next part of the song with an okay attitude.Â
Your lessons are helping you improve, and you could play whole songs which was your inspiration to register to attend university. Jeongin is happy to possibly have classes together considering he is still years from graduation as well.Â
Jeongin checks the time and looks over, âdid you wanna stop now? It has been a hour and a halfâÂ
âWe can st-'' You are cut off by the loud growling of Jeonginâs stomach. Oh. He wants to stop to get food.
âInnie! You told me youâd start eating breakfast!â You scold, putting your hand on your hip.
âI was running late today..â He mumbles, feeling embarrassed. He gets up and grabs his bookbag. You shake your head and grab your purse before taking his hand.
âLets go before you collapse from not eatingâ You tease as you both leave the building.
You both walk together to a nearby restaurant and got some food to take home. You are very nervous to be going to Jeonginâs place since your awkward interactions with Felix. You donât even know what you did wrong besides existing. Did he just not like new people? Was he the yandere type? At least Minho seems okay. He is very supportive but also stern, and you could respect that about someone, especially an oppa.
âYou look like you got a lot on your mind. Wanna fill me in on whatâs happening in your big, beautiful head?â Jeongin asks, kissing your forehead. He is holding your waist now as well.Â
âOh nothing, just thinking about you.â
âOh? What about me?â
Oh brother.. Lying is not your forte at all. Be quick.
âYou know your outfit is amazing, and your dimples are so pretty.â You smile as you look at him blushing now. âYou think Iâm pretty huh? I think youâre pretty too.â He pecks your lips before resting his head on your shoulder. âOf course I think youâre pretty Innie. Youâre my everything.âÂ
It seems like the sun is beaming down on you both as you walk home because Jeongin is so happy. He skips ahead of you carrying your food in his hands. You smile and follow him recording for memory sake. He is being really adorable today. He is always the happiest with his glasses on.
âInnie do you have anything you wanna say for memory sake?â You ask as he spins around. âI love y/n with my whole heart, and I donât wanna be without her.â You blush and hit his arm. âSuch a simpâ you whisper before ending the recording.Â
âYou love it.â He responds. You nod and hold his hand once again today. âI do love it. Iâm glad you arenât the shy type.â As you approach their home, you can see someone waiting outside.Â
As you approach Jeongin's home, you could see a figure waiting outside. As you got closer, he realizes it is Jisung, one of his' closest friends.
"Hey Jisung," Jeongin calls out as he approaches his pack mate. "What are you doing out here?"
"I just wanted to get some air.," Jisung replies, glancing over at you. "Whoâs this?"
Jeongin looks at you, silently asking for your permission. You nod, and Jeongin explains that you are his mate before all three of you go inside.
âOh youâre really pretty..â Jisung says, tone low before shying away.Â
Inside, Minho and Chan are sitting on the couch watching TV. They greet Jeongin and you warmly before telling Jeongin to eat good before tonight, considering ruts take a lot of energy.
After a few minutes of small talk together, Jeongin leads you to his room. "So, have you made a decision?" he asks, referring to his earlier request to spend his rut together.
You take a deep breath and look at him. "I think I'm ready," you say, smiling nervously. "But, I do have one request. Can we have a safe word just in case things get too intense?"
Jeongin nods understandingly. "Of course. We'll come up with one together."
You both spend the rest of the evening planning for the upcoming rut. Jeongin explains to you what to expect and how he would feel during this time.Â
âI promise that I will do everything in my power to not be too much or make you uncomfortable during this process. Please tell me if anything is just too much. We should probably talk about the safe word now. Do you have any ideas?â
âShould we use the stoplight system? So red is the safe word and green means okay?â You ask, searching his face for a response. He just laughs.Â
âYou know itâs a little basic but it does work so thatâs fine. Are you ready to eat now?âÂ
You smile and nod, feeling relieved that the conversation about the safe word went well. "Yes, I'm ready to eat now." You eat together as you watch Youtube, cuddling up once you are both done.
You feel grateful for Jeongin's openness and willingness to communicate about his needs, and you take a personal vow to do everything you can to make this experience as comfortable and enjoyable for him as possible. As the night is coming to an end, you both take your time making a nest in his bed with different articles of clothing from his pack members and your own clothing.Â
As you both settle into the nest, Jeongin wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck. "Thank you for being so understanding and supportive. It means a lot to me," he says softly.
You stroke his hair gently, "Of course, Jeongin. I care about you and want to make sure you feel safe and comfortable during this time as well."
He snuggles closer to you, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You close your eyes and take in the moment, feeling grateful for the bond you share with him.
As you drift off to sleep, you feel confident that you and Jeongin will be able to navigate this rut together, with open communication and respect for each other's needs.
Downstairs, Minho and Chan prepared some smoothies for later as well as water bottles, storing them in the fridge for later. They gathered some granola bars and hot towels for after the rut has run its course. They wanted to be prepared for anything, so they had just gotten home from working out together. Chan was strong, but Jeongin was also strong, especially mid rut. It would take both their strengths combined to stop Jeongin if it came down to it.
It was four hours later when Jeongin woke up, shaking you awake. "Y/N.." he says as softly as possible. You grumble before your eyes flutter open. "Innie, what time is it?" He checks the time on his watch. "It's 4 am. I think my rut is starting. It's so hot." You rubbed his arms feeling the heat radiating off him.Â
You yawn before slowly getting out the nest, warning Jeongin that you were going to get Chan and Minho so he wouldn't think you're leaving. You slowly go out the door, calling for Chan or Minho. Not knowing which room is theirs off the top of your head.
"In here!" They call from the end of the hall. The first room by the kitchen. You approach and open the door in your nightgown. "Jeongin's rut is starting. He isn't fully in it, but he is getting warmer and in a little bit he will be spiking." You inform them before turning back to return to Jeongin's room.Â
"Shit he couldn't make it through the night." Chan was working on something at his desk, but Minho looked like he was actually sleeping before you came in. "You don't make it through the night either. Your rut comes at approximately 12 everytime." Minho says, drowsy from sleep but following Chan and you back. Chan blushes "don't just be exposing me," he whines.
Upon entering the room, you all are surrounded by the spiking scent of red wine. Jeongin, who was still in the nest, immediately growled at Chan. Jeongin grabs you and Minho pulling you both into his nest. Minho yelps, not expecting the possessiveness of Jeongin over him.Â
"Innie it's okay. It's just hyung and I. We are here for you." Minho presses a kiss to his cheek, but Jeongin is not letting Minho out of his grip.Â
"I don't think you're getting away babe. Just try to appease his alpha side for now. We are all mates." Chan suggests. He has no problems with Jeongin spending his rut with the two omegas. Hopefully, it drains his energy quicker.Â
Jeongin took his time making out with you and Minho. Both your scents mix in with Jeongin's making it smell like a fruity wine. Minho's blackberry smell was overwhelming because you and Jeongin both have light scents. Your cherry blossom smell is fading into the background. Just as you feel like your mind is wandering, you hear Minho call out to you.
"Are you still here y/n? Need help grounding yourself?" He asks, causing you to nod rapidly. Minho and Jeongin attack different parts of your body with kisses. Knowing he is the pack luna, Minho makes you comfortable because he has experience. Minho leaves hickies along your neck while Jeongin kisses up your legs. The kisses are making your skin hot; Jeonginâs kisses were soft while Minhoâs were more passionate. A good mix of them both had you growing wet. The desire you feel for them both is increasing as time goes on.Â
You whine as Jeongin rubs a hand over your underwear-covered vagina. "Jeongin.. don't tease." Your words are simple, yet Jeongin almost loses himself to his animalistic side. He slides your underwear down and rubs your clit in small circles. "It's so pretty. You're so pretty." Jeongin whispers compliments to you as he slides a finger into you. You sigh before Minho encaptures your lips against his.Â
You are having a tongue-war with Minho, a fight for dominance, and he wins by sucking on your tongue causing you to moan in his mouth. Jeongin's continuous attack on your walls with his fingers are not helping either as you grind your hips down on his fingers. The sound of gushing fuels his appetite causing him to slip in another finger and use his other hand to slide a finger into Minho as well. A rush to prep you both before his animalistic urge took over.
It doesn't take long before everyone was at their limit. You moan out, practically begging him for more. "Jeongin hurry!" Minho is groaning next to you as he tugs at Jeongin's hair causing a moan to leave his mouth. Feeling like he prepped you enough, he slid his hand away from your vagina slipping those fingers into Minhoâs mouth. He sucks them clean as they werenât glistening from wetness anymore. The fingers leave his mouth with a popping sound, leaving him to feel impatient. "Give me your knot, alpha" Minhoâs tone is sassy and angry. As if a rubber band had snapped, Jeongin grips Minho's throat, his fingers feeling every breath Minho takes, kissing him as he rubs his tip up and down your clit, sliding in with ease.
It is simple biology for your bodies to want each other. The desire reached an all time high. You are needy and weak under Jeongin, and you have no control over your mind anymore. Neither did Jeongin. You throw your head back as he strokes in and out at a decent pace, not wanting to leave you too sore. Staring up into his eyes, "Alpha.. Alpha.." the words flying out your mouth as if he was a God, and you were chanting a mantra to him. The feeling going to his head. "You can take it, little one. Alpha is gonna give you his pups" He says, slamming into you. You had your eyes closed, focusing only on the feeling of Jeongin.Â
Your screams and loud moans raise an alert for Chan who thinks if he should interfere. "Are you okay y/n?" He asks, checking if you were even alert enough to answer. "I- I'm okay. I want his pups so bad. I need them." Chan nods as your eyes meet his, and he understands that look so well. The look of someone who was being bred and wanted to be marked.
"Oh you need them little one? You need alpha's pups?" Jeongin asks, in between groans. Minho decided to slide his hand down your body to rub your clit, making it hard for you to speak. "Yes! I need them!" You choke out; you were crying at this point, tears staining your rosy cheeks. Jeongin's pace was unrelenting, making you feel overwhelmed. He was going to rip the orgasm from your body. "I'm gonna give you my pups.. taking me so well"Â
"Jeongin! I love you!" Your last moments before everything went white. You held Jeongin close as your orgasm hit, causing your whole body to shake and your toes to curl. The warmth of his body gave you a comfort only a mate could give; you felt safe under him, his whole body covering yours. You felt like hisâ in that moment, your hands intertwined across his back to hold him there. His strokes got slower after you orgasmed, he was close and his knot was inching closer. It only took four more strokes before his knot was expanded and he held you close afterwards. "You're so pretty y/n" You smiled and laughed as he smiled at you back.Â
After a moment of catching your breath, Jeongin rubs your belly. "So full. Are you sure you're even gonna be able to carry our large child?" You hit his arm, "I'm not that small Jeongin. Also, our child will be a baby so not that large yet.. I hope." Minho chuckles and that's when you both remembered his hyungs were in the room. You hid your face in Jeongin's neck. "I'm sorry you guys had to see that," you mumble "I know it was a lot"Â
Minho helped you both wipe off some as Jeongin's knot goes down. Chan went to get you some water. "It's fine. We are a pack and all mates so it's nothing we probably won't experience with each other at one point." You nodded and took the granola bar Minho offered, eating the first bite was heavenly. You had been starving apparently. Jeongin just waited for Chan to return with water as he kissed over your face, then, all over Minho's as well.Â
"You owe me a knot as well, alpha," Minho says casually. Jeongin looked shocked and the blush on his face made you both laugh. It was going to be a long night.
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MASTERLIST
The only things I won't write about are:
-Rape/any non-consensual sexual activities where one of the parties is forced and has an horrible time. Either they all enjoy it or nothing happens.
-Explicit use of drugs. If I happen to mention them, it'll be only for recreational uses.
-Obviously, any hint of pedophilia is off the table. I don't want a single suggestion about it in my blog. I'll delete it and block you.
-Age regression/Daddies&Littles play. I don't feel comfortable with it.
-Infidelity (at least not when Skz members are the victims of it)
Outside of that, I'm pretty much open to everything. If the topic in particular makes me uncomfortable, I'll let it know, but mostly it's all in the previous ones.
âAttention, this post is about to be remodelled and updated into a masterlist, so it'll be changing things progressively. I have no idea how to make a masterlist, but I'm on itâ
POLY MINSUNG STUFF:
My reblogs
My content:
AUs: Masterlist My OC/Violeta's body
Random thoughts: Possesiveness Conflictive emotions Vivi bullying Minho (affectionately) Minho getting princess treatment Territorialism Admiration In the pool/beach Being possessive (again) Oblivious
Imagines: Surrogate mother Minho's gaze Bodyguards Jealousy Pouty Babies Minho's babygirl treatment Jisung being flustered Teasing them Family au Heart vs brain Staring Lucky kiss Matchmaker Jisung with his son vs Minho with his daughter
Hard thought: Lactation kink
Headcanons: Babies's relationship Non-sexual dynamic Sexual dynamic
Drabbles: Heartbeats Scented Jealousy, Jealousy
My asks/requests:
Sweet Kitty(MinSung x Stay! Reader)
Yandere! MinSung x Reader
Alpha! Minho & Reader x Omega! Jisung
Don't Play Dumb (MinSung having a bi awakening with their neighbour)
Crimson Contract au!
Ass and boobs guys
Naughty MinSung Roommates
MinSung using you to relieve stress
Handsome and pretty boys
Boypussy! Jisung
Pushing Minho into subspace
Requests:
Minho's lessons
Headcanons
Protective MinSung
Stay! Reader scenarios
Alpha! MinSung x Omega! Reader
Yandere! MinSung x 9th fem! member
Punishing Han
One night stand and the aftermath
Sucking off Minho together
Toxic! MinSung x 9th fem! member
Perv! MinSung x Innocent! Reader
MinSung being babygirls
Subby! MinSung being spoiled and more
Slighty toxic! MinSung
Skinship headcanons
Shy pervert! Reader
Chubby fem! Reader
Comforting chubby fem! Reader
9th fem! Reader getting close with the members
Who confesses first?
Punishing Jisung out of jealousy
HAN JISUNG
My works
Voyeurism
Jealousy
How he looks at her
Request:
Rockstar! Jisung
Sucking his tongue
Being jealous over him
LEE KNOW/LEE MINHO
My works:
Jealousy
Hypocresy (tied to the poly minsung verse)
My asks:
Fight so dirty (tied to the poly minsung verse)
CHRISTOPHER BANG/BANG CHAN
Request:
Yandere! Chris when his Darling attempts to escape
Yandere! Chris's stalking
Dad! Chris thoughts
OT8
Yandere! Stray Kids when their Darling likes someone else
Yandere! Chan & Minho as secret admirers
Yandere Chan & Jisung
ANTI-DELULU TIME WITH RUBY
DELULU TIME WITH SORSHA:Pt 1 Lady Marmalade inspired Measuring thighs Seeing her twerk Kpop Virus AU Masks Three-way dance
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Masterlist!!
All my writing has suggestive and smut, if you donât like any of those things, then donât read them. (Simple)
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Stray Kids!
Series~
Lets Keep Her Series
Letâs Keep Her (Remastered)
When Ice Kills Series
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Yandere
Accidentally Exposing Your relationship
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Bangchan
Drabble 1
Yandere
Wolf Chan
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Changbin
Test My Strength
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Minho
Tease
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Hyunjin
Flick of him
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Felix
Pleasing The Stepbrother
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Han
F#@*ing Tease
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Seungmin
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I.N
Drabble 1
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TXT!
MTL YANDERE
Youâre Chubby
Yeonjun
Jealous TendenciesÂ
Proof
Yandere
Does Fate Hate Us?
Beach Waves
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Soobin
Call you what?
How You Like that?
Yandere
The End Of A Phone Call
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Beomgyu
Tease
Tire you Out
Childish
Taunting The Ghost
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Taehyun
Selfish
Question
Yandere
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Hueningkai
If Iâm To Blame Series
Youâve Been Bad
I Own You
I Want You On My Face
Punish Me
Iâm a Man
Because You Deserve It
Bragging Rights
Drabble 1
Innocent, yeah right!
Sex and Hate
Drabble 2
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ATEEZ
Their S/O Is chubby
When You Escape Successfully (Yandere)
First Kiss (Mafia)
Forced Marriage (Mafia)
Hongjoong
DecisionÂ
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Seonghwa
1. Impatient
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Yunho
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Yeosang
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San
Deja Vu!
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Mingi
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Wooyoung
Motherf&*^(Â Tomboy
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Jongho
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BTS
When Their S/O Pinch/ Grab/ Slap Their Butt
Talking To Your EX
When You Break Up With Them (Yandere)
Namjoon
2:30 AM
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Seokjin
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Yoongi
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Hoseok
Wonderland Of Secrets
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Jimin
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Taehyung
Drabble 1
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Jungkook
Thigh Riding
9:43 PM
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NCT 127
Hyung Line, Prince AU!
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Yuta
Prince Continuation pt.1
Prince Continuation  pt.2
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Volume XI
rewind <3 fast forward
Mafia!SKZ Yandere!SKZ Afab!reader Poly!SKZ
tw: violence, blood, guns, knives, nicotine, drugging, alcohol, ptsd, sexual harrasment, mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, depictions of death and gore
smut warnings: anal, oral(f), sex toys, filming, pet play, degradation, praise, squirting, shower sex
Monday â Minho
Waking up with Minho was always so pleasant, he would softly wake you up with a gentle voice and a light hand rubbing your back until you looked into his eyes and he could kiss you. He never said good morning, he would just kiss you before he climbed out of bed and piggybacked you into the kitchen where he would sit you down at one of the barstools so you could watch him cook. Heâd always make you something extra when you woke up with him.
Partially to show his affection without having to say anything at all. Partially because it meant that you could take your pills and be fully functioning by the time the rest of the boys joined the two of you. Today it was apple and cinnamon oats, something he noticed you particularly enjoyed.
As you finally started coming to your senses, Chan walked into the kitchen in nothing but gym shorts. Hi princess, hi Lino. Whatâs breakfast today?â âI got oats and veggie sausage and mushrooms and an egg.â âOoh the oats look yum.â
Minho went to grab a bowl for Chan to have what was left. âMm, sheâll need the energy.â âOh yeah, good luck little princess, heâs a bit of a sadist. And a major ass man.â
After breakfast, Minho led you to the shower where he washed your body with gentle flicks at your nipples every so often but when he decided he couldnât handle just looking anymore, his mouth followed. His lips sucking and biting and gently teasing you had you whining for more. âAsk properly, little kitty.â âPlease give me more, need more.â âMaster, thatâs what you will call me.â âMaster, please give me more.â âGood kitten.â He was on his knees before you in no time, hooking a leg over his shoulder so that your wet, puffy folds were right in front of his eyes. âSo wet already kitty.â âAll because of master.â
He slid his tongue gently over your slit, repeating the process again and again. Tongue starting lower, every time. And like that he sat there, lapping at your ass, while his fingers toyed gently at your clit. The feeling sending you to a newfound bliss. âMaster, please.â âPlease what, kitty?â âFingers please, master.â âWhere? Where do you want your masterâs fingers?â âIn myâŚâ you were too shy and ashamed of yourself to even say the word. âWhere, kitty? Could it be here?â he says poking gently at the hole his tongue had been so focused on just before. âSay it, kitty. Say it for your owner.â âPlease put your fingers in my ass, master.â it was a shy whisper. âSay it properly, dumb kitten.â âPlease finger my ass, master.â âGood kitty.â
âHere you go.â He snickered, plunging a finger inside, the feeling making you cum immediately. It was a whole new world of pleasure. âOh poor kitten. My dumb little anal whore kitty. Did you cum from just that? Perfect.â
He shut off the shower, quickly wrapping you in a fluffy towel before picking you up and taking you to his personal room. âOn the bed, all fours.â You got into the position he wanted, facing the headboard. You couldnât see as he rummaged behind you but soon enough he came over to sit next to you. He set down a plush cat tailed butt plug, some lube and a dildo. âThis dildo is special, my pet. Wanna know why?â you nod with large eyes staring at the blue cock. It was long and curved and an average girth. It had you drooling already, âDrooling over your masterâs cock already? Dumb whore, this dildo is special cause itâs modelled after me. We got these so that you could have us when we arenât able to help you. But look how handy they are.â
He wandered back to where he was and came back holding a pair of cat ears and a collar with a bell. Black and pink. it was all so co-ordinated. He adorned you with the items as he settled his hand roughly on your throat, digging the leather of your baby pink collar into your neck. âYouâre gonna suck on this cock while daddy gets you used to your new tail, kitten.â
He placed the fake cock on the headboard for you to suck and drool on. After settling in behind you he pumped some lube onto your sensitive hole. The sudden cold making you jerk forward in shock but the second you felt his fingers rubbing over it, you moaned around the beautiful dildo in your mouth. âGood girl. Just relax.â
But thatâs as far as his sweetness went it seemed. Without any warning, he had two fingers pumping into your ass, stretching you open before he spat into it. A wave of cum spilling from your pussy. âOh dumb kitty, you must love this. God youâre just so perfect, canât wait to fuck you.â You were already cock drunk; his words hardly even registered. Immediately after his last word he added another finger, landing a harsh slap to your clit to wake you up, he laid out an instruction âFrom now on, you only cum when I allow you to cum.â You moaned out an agreement around his fake dick. He stretched and pumped and fucked your ass into oblivion with his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out after some time. You were so far gone that you hadnât noticed the butt plug disappearing from beside you. The cold push of metal against your ass causing a shrill shriek to sound in your chest. But the sound was muffled, and he scoffed at how pathetic you were. He pulled your hair to bring you off of the dildo, âWanna hear you.â the plug pushed halfway in as you moaned at the sensation. Then it was pulled back, he kept half-fucking you with the plug. He lowered his head and his lips wrapped around your clit, making you scream in pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. âMaster, master please. Need to cum, master. Master, wanna cum. M good kitty, cum.â You were a babbling, drool covered mess as he popped his lips off of your clit and yelled âCum!â before shoving the plug fully inside of you. You squirted on his chest, colours dancing in your vision as you let the orgasm wash over you. âGod kitty, might need to shower again. Letâs get you cleaned up.â He rushed off to get a cloth to wipe you down, before doing the same for himself. âCome on, letâs get you some cuddles. What do you need?â âWanna watch Daria and want water and sweets.â
He'd dressed you in a tiny skirt that barely covered your plump ass, allowing the tail to be seen perfectly. As well as one of his comfy knit sweaters. âOh my god, youâre so cute my little kitten.â You stopped by the kitchen on your way to the screening room. Turns out the boys had gathered there for lunch.
âOh, oh my. Thatâs-â âHotâ âDid anyone else just nut too?â âEwâ âMan you ruined itâ âYeahâ
âOkay if you could stop being weird, maybe you could come join us for aftercare.â âHow is it aftercare when my little Pixieâs ass is stuffed like that, sheâs still new.â âNew? Hah.â He scoffed leading you out of the room while the rest followed. âshe came thrice, just from me playing with her ass. Sheâs just an anal kitty now.â You blushed as he fawned over you and how happy you were making him, if that wasnât enough, the feeling of being so full and the plug moving with every step had you practically dripping.
âGonna have to do something bout the mess sheâs making.â Hyunjin adds while watching your slick thighs rub and jiggle with every step. âThat reminds me, I gotta have my sheets cleaned.â You reached the room, and he led you to sit in his lap while he instructed I.N what to put on for you. Sitting in his lap only pushed the plug further into you, making a moan spill from you. The pleasure brought tears to your eyes. âHoly shit, thatâs hot.â âWeâre only halfway through the training kitten, youâre already so broken.â You mewled at his hands running up your sides as his lips found purchase on your neck. He broke away as the intro song started. 5 episodes later, he decided it was time to finish his training on you.
âRemember baby, cum when I say so.â You were on the bed once again, set in what he told you is called âhumbleâ position. You were to put your ass on display while your back arched as you rested with your arms stretched out before you. He tugged lightly at your tail. Sending a shiver through your body and making you mewl loudly while he started pulling the plug out. You felt the way your aching hole stayed open, he groaned at the sight. âGod, baby. At this rate m gonna lose my mind. Youâre really made for me, arenât you. I need to have this ass.â âMaster, m yours. All yours, please fuck me. Need master.â âFuck kitty, youâre making this so hard. Iâll give you my cock soon enough. For now, youâll have to take a copy.â He rounded you to stroke your cheek gently while his fingers pumped your puckering hole. âis that ok, kitten?â âYes master.â âSo good for your owner, here let me lube you up.â He went to look at your ass again. You felt his spit land on and mostly in your ass just as you heard the sound. Your hips bucked backwards at the degrading action. God he really had you a mess so soon. âAnd to think you were so innocent, so unbroken only a few hours ago. What happened, pixie?â You could only whimper in shame at his degradation, what was more is that you loved every second of it. âDid your owner do this, baby? Did I really turn you into a cock-dumb bitch?â âYes, master.â âWell then, letâs give you more. Letâs really break you.â He suddenly shoved the dildo into you. The feeling was amazing. The way you felt every ridge, the subtle curve and the head of it brushing your wall with every thrust. You were gone, drooling and whining. Not a single thought in your head. He stopped for a second, the pause making you open your lust blown eyes, only to find his phone set in front of your face. âI wanna show the boys just how pretty you are, how good you are. And all this just for a plastic cock, whore.â He went back to viciously fucking you with his dildo. âWho owns you baby?â You could only whimper and whine in response. His thrusts only became more volet. âAnswer me you cock-hungry slut.â You were screaming with the cruelty of his actions, the pleasure overwhelming every cell. âYou own me, master!â You screamed out. âCum for your owner. Cum for me kitty!â And like that you blacked out in bliss. White flashes bursting behind your eyelids as you squirted all over his arm.
âSo good, baby. So good.â He gently rubbed your back, pulling you up into his arms as he picked you up. He grabbed his phone too before carrying you into the bathroom. He sat you on the bathmat. âGonna run us a bath ok, angel?â He opened the faucet, while the tub filled he held you gently. âYou did so good baby, so good.â Soft kisses peppered your face as you giggled in spite of the drowsy state you were in. He stripped himself of his clothes and you of your ears and collar.
As you both settled into the tub he laid you on his shoulder. âItâs ok baby, go to sleep.â
You were wakened as the sun settled over the horizon, to a gentle voice. Met with Minhoâs soft smile, he told you it was time for supper. âCome, Iâll carry you.â And indeed, he did. The boys sat chatting amongst themselves as you entered the kitchen, being brought to a seat. Only your food was left at the table. Minho placed you on his lap so that he could feed you while the boys watched. Their soft smiles making you feel warm. âWhy you all staring?â âJust heard some screams earlier. You have fun with Minho, little fairy?â Hyunjin asked you.
They all laughed at the blush you tried to hide in your hands. âYou must be a bit tired huh, baby? Who you cuddling tonight?â âWant Seungieâ âMe? Really? I must be the luckiest guy in the world.â âMinho just had her ass dude; I think that trumps cuddles.â âI havenât had her ass till Iâm actually fucking her full of my cum.â An unanticipated moan filled the room as you felt the wetness rush to your pussy. âWow she really is cock-hungry for her master, huh?â Changbin chuckles at your state. âOh my god, you showed them that?!â âI said I would little kitty. By the way, they lost their minds. Iâve never seen Felix so desperate before in my life.â âShe doesnât need to know, Minho.â âLook at you, but I couldnât get a coherent word out of you while you lost yourself on my cock. All of that from one clip of your precious pixie taking it up her ass. My pretty Lixie.â âHyune, you know thatâs not fair; you really know how to use me.â
âSeungie, sleep?â You found yourself drifting off even as the boys teased and argued about their sexual habits and performance. âCome little pup. Letâs go.â
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Smut Event!! [March & April ]
I just reached 500+ followers!! And I would like to write a smut Event to celebrate it (which I've been wanting to write for a long time for sure).
The Details about the event :
The smut Event will start from March and end in April!!
I will be taking 25 requests for the smut Event. So that being said, there will be 25 days of smuts which I will be releasing gradually.
I will be taking requests for any member of ATEEZ Or STRAYKIDS Or NCT
How to request :
Send in a request with a member of either mentioned groups with a kink or a theme you would like to add. [ Ex. Choking kink or Soft Dom themes ]
You guys can also add in an AU you would want for the smut.
That being said : I will be taking requests for, Yandere AU or Mafia AU or Supernatural/Werewolf AU.
There will be a special day kept for my ults of the groups, [ Wooyoung, Jaemin, Haechan & Jeongin ] for which you guys can request the kink for!!
I will not be accepting requests for Gangbang Or Piss kink, for I do not write it. And for this event, I am taking threesome requests but no member x member request.
Current Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein @namchan9794 @astrid-peach @exololyunho [ Join the Taglist here ]
The Smuts which have been requested :
1. Jung Wooyoung & Lipstick/Marking kink, { requested by anon }
2. Lee Haechan & Spanking + Overstimulation + public teasing + Angry Sex + Daddy kink { requested by anon }
3. Na Jaemin & [ Vampire AU ] { requested by @exololyunho }
4. Yang Jeongin & Daddy kink + Size training { requested by anon }
5. Song Mingi & Breeding Kink [ Werewolf AU ] { requested by anon }
6. Kim Hongjoong & Softdom! Themes [ Mafia AU ] { requested by anon!! }
7. Choi San & Softdom! Themes + Spit kink
8. Woosan & threesome { requested by đť anon }
9. Woosan & Overstimulation + Creampie { requested by @woosanbby }
10. Choi San & Harddom! Themes + Choking + Overstimulation + Degradation + spit kink { requested by @toxicccred }
11. Kang Yeosang & Spanking [ Mafia AU ] { requested by anon }
12. Jeong Yunho & Softdom! Themes { requested by anon }
13. Jeong Jaehyun & Praising { requested by @kimdoyoungenthusiast }
14. Seo Changbin & Strength kink { requested by anon }
15. Kim Hongjoong & Yandere/pirate themes { requested by anon }
16. Lee Minho + Hwang Hyunjin & spanking + orgasm denial { requested by anon }
17. Kim Hongjoong & safewording [ Mafia AU ] { requested by anon }
18. Park Seonghwa & Harddom! Themes + Face slapping { requested by anon }
19. Park Seonghwa & Mommy kink + Possessiveness { requested by @whatudowhennooneseesyou }
20. Kim Hongjoong & Angry Sex [ Pirate AU + Stowaway! Reader ] { requested by anon }
21. Kim Hongjoong & Humiliation kink [ Mafia/Yandere AU ] { requested by @azriel-owns-my-heart }
22. Choi San + Park Seonghwa & Spit Play + Cum play + Harddom! Themes + Possessiveness { requested by anon }
23. Qian Kun & Choking + Fingering + Overstimulation + Shower Sex + Praising { requested by @namchan9794 }
24. Johnny Suh + Jeong Jaehyun & Fingering + Double penetration + Oral + Choking + Marking + Handcuffing + Spanking { requested by anon }
25. Bangchan + Changbin & Fingering + Size kink + Overstimulation + Praising + Bondage { requested by anon }
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Butterflies (Stray Kids x Male Reader)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WEbRJ2C by Stolas_luver You've been wanting to get back into your artistic hobbies as of late, and with the new art studio that's opened in your city not too far from your apartment, it seems your prayers have been answered. Making new friends has never been a difficult task for you, what happens when it slowly becomes more than that? Or.. You make your way over to your chosen seat, noticing Seungmin and Jeongin decided to sit next to you. "Wanted to sit with your new twin, huh?" You tease taking your seat. He laughs and fidgets with his camera bag. "Yeah sure, something like that." ^^First Chapter Excerpt^^ Words: 1462, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung | Han, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N, Reader, Male Reader, Gender Neutral Reader - Character, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Huening Kai, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Stray Kids Ensemble/Reader, Stray kids/reader, Bang Chan/Male Reader, Lee Know/Male Reader, Seo Changbin/Male Reader, Hwang Hyunjin/Male Reader, Han Jisung/Male Reader, Lee Felix/Male Reader, Kim Seungmin/Male Reader, Yang Jeongin/Male Reader, Stray Kids/Each Other Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Stray Kids-not idols, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Stray Kids are still artists, Painter Hwang Hyunjin, Friends to Lovers, Reader is stripper, but also a librarian, Reader isnât short, Might make them corrupt, or maybe theyâll be normal, read to find out, reader uses he/him pronouns, yanderes maybe?, protective Stray Kids, overprotective stray kids, maknaes get reader first and gatekeep him, Possessive Stray Kids, reader likes em possessive, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, protective Reader, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, whipped reader, Stray Kids is Whipped, Unhealthy Relationships, but yâall like it that way ya freaks, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Itâs not kidnapping if you go willingly, Slow Burn, the author is learning patience, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WEbRJ2C
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