#yandere txt drabble

[sleepchapter]

yeonjun yandere prompts 4 and 6

“you’re flinching like i hit you already today.”

“tell me, do you like making me mad?”

warnings; kidnapping (current situation for reader), noncon kissing, abuse, reader is restrained, blood mentions

how long have you been here? how many times have you tried to find a way out? how many times have you cried here? you’ve lost count. however, you refused to lose hope. you refused to let him win. you refused to love him or give into whatever sick fantasy he had in mind.

you had woken up awhile ago and were just laying tied up on the ground. you’d guessed it had been around an hour before he walked in. his shadow projecting on the wall.

“good morning honey,”

ah, there it was. that same cocky smile he wore no matter what. no matter the situation, it was rare that his smile ever faltered. even when you didn’t listen it only would become more sadistic or shrink into a small smirk.

he crouched down to the ground and that smile he wore just looked even more cocky. and it was as if it was starting to mock you. he reached his hand out for your arm and you flinch immediately. he looks you in the eyes and his eyes held amusement and a slight curiosity in them. he then just reached his finger towards your neck. it wasn’t even his whole hand, he just glided one finger across your neck and collarbone, which you immediately flinch when he touched you and you stayed tense as he glided it across your skin. soon after he pulls away and actually laughs a little out loud.

“you’re flinching like i hit you already today.”

today. he hadn’t hit you yet today. he probably would end up doing it at some point. light shades of brown and purples littered your arms from his hits on you. usually he only left them when you had tried to runaway or did something ‘awful’ in his book. however, sometimes his grip just left bruises on you. he barely even needed to touch you. it was as if he made your skin weaker and easier to bruise from the amount of abuse he had inflected on you.

he leaned in closer to your face this time ignoring your flinch and attempted to kiss you. key word, attempted. attempted because obviously you hated any touch from him so you turn your head away. even his eyes staring at you made you want to just crawl out of your skin. he didn’t have the patience to wait or give you a second chance to allow him to kiss you. he grabbed your hair and forced you to kiss him. although you bit his lip he continued to hold the kiss for a few more seconds. he pulled away and kept your hair in his hand and pulled it tighter causing you to whimper. he grabbed your face with his other hand forcing you to look at him and you could see his lip was bleeding quite a bit. that smile still there, but his eyes were glazed with almost excitement.

“tell me, do you like making me mad?”

he moved his hand off of your face allowing you to look away from him. it seems as though he wanted you to answer though because he had yelled at you for a response. you shook your head back and forth as much as you can manage with his hand still in your hair. tears streaming down your face rapidly. he finally takes his hand out of your hair and your head drops down onto the ground and you groan in pain, sucking the air in through your teeth. he just slowly rises to his feet and looks down at you. his eyes still glazed with that almost excited look. his smile never disappearing.

“i will drain every last bit of resistance out of you. it doesn’t matter how long it’ll take. and i’d advice you listen. i said i hadn’t hit you today, but do you think that you’re not going to get punished now?”

the day had only just begun, but you could tell the hours were just going to drag on from here. excitement in his eyes, fear now in yours.

[cybsoo2]

soo-bunny

╰┈➤ synopsis — Soobin is the shy bunny you’ve recently adopted. When a storm suddenly strikes, he admits he’s scared to sleep alone. 

╰┈➤ pairing —yandere!bunny-hybrid!soobin x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 1.5k

╰┈➤ content warning — slight guilt tripping. discomfort. nothing much. bros just clingy.

Soobin sits beside you, just like he has every dinner since the day you adopted him. He’s slightly lopsided, leaning into your side with his head hiding in your hair. You both eat an easy meal, too tired from a long work day to make anything from scratch. You stuff your face with food, eager to give into exhaustion already. 

Soobin seems content just to watch you. He eats slowly, letting out a sigh every time he has to slightly shift his position in order to grab another spoonful of soup. He feels warm amongst this cold winter chill. Although, this heat isn’t from the hot meal, but rather the blush you bring to his cheeks. His whole body is burning up, he wouldn’t doubt that if you felt his forehead you’d assume he was feverish. 

Outside your comforting and cozy apartment, the rain continues to run. A storm begins to brew, shooting thunderbolts and lightning strikes from the sky. Every time the thunder sounds, Soobin jumps up from his seat. And with every blazing flash from the sky, he can feel the electricity burn through his body.  He feels the growing fear flutter in his stomach, so he puts down his spoon. Afraid to spill his sickness if he takes another bite. With his hands free, he wraps them around you. Resting his head just below your jaw. His mouth brushes against the bottom of your ear and he mumbles out a quiet question. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Huh? Where is this coming from?” You tilt your head in curious confusion.

“The storm,” He glances over at the window, a cold chill covers his body. He whips his head back to you and continues on with his sentence. “It’s too scary and I don’t want to sleep alone.” He looks down at your lap, slightly shy to be confessing his cowardice. 

The thought of snuggling up to the timid hybrid is not one you’re ever imagined. Your relationship still raw with awkward moments and clumsy conversations. Of course, it isn’t that the big bunny hasn’t clinged to your side every second of every day, but this situation feels different. Much more imitate and impulsive than you’d like. So you stall your answer by taking hold of his trembling hands. You let out a somber sigh and Soobin knows exactly what your answer will be.

He feels a rising panic rush through him. His hands grow cold and clammy. Heart thumping so fast it threatens to break through his bones. Downcast crystals cling to his eyelashes as he blinks back his tears. A sad sniffle slips past him. Already feeling exposed, he stops fighting his fear and turns to look at you. “Please…. Please, please, please. I don’t want to be alone.” 

“... Soobin, I’m not so sure I’m comfortable sleeping with you.” 

“At least let me stay in your room! Please, I’ll sleep in a chair, or even on the floor! Just don’t leave me alone.” His words are rushed, hurrying to spit out anything to make you stay. He peers up at you through his hair, waiting patiently for your reply. He can see every emotion that crosses your features, anxiety, affection, and a little bit of guilt. 

“Well, I guess that would be okay. But I can’t have you sleeping on a chair, that would be just cruel. You can help me set up the air mattress.” You stand up from your seat and direct him to follow. Instantly, he springs up and stumbles on after you. When he catches up to where you stand in front of the closet, he grabs your sleeve and slumps down against you. His head sits on your shoulder, watching you grab the mattress and a mix of blankets. 

You nudge him with your arm and he stares at you with ready eyes. “Hold this for me.” You hand him the mattress while you balance a bundle of blankets. You walk to the bedroom with the heavy weight of a certain bunny against your back. You sit criss-cross on the carpet of your bedroom. Soobin copies you, sitting so close that your knees knock into each other. While you unfold the blankets, he works on blowing up the mattress. 

When you’re both finished, you stand up and stretch. Sleep is beginning to drag you down and a small yawn escapes you. “You tired?” You rub your tired eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Soobin only hums in response, letting you know he’s ready to go to bed because you are. “Okay, well I’m gonna get into my pajamas and brush my teeth, you should do the same.” He hums again in response and walks off to go get his sleep clothes.

When he walks back into the bedroom, he’s ready to pass out onto the pillows. Then he sees you from the corner of his eye, still washing up and getting ready to sleep, so he walks your way. He doesn’t talk, just sinks into silence. He watches you brush your teeth. Some foam drips down the side of your mouth and he’s quick to wipe it away. He kills time by toying with the stray stings of your sleep shorts. Tying and untying them, even tethering them to strings of his pajama pants.

You finish faster than he expected. Your routine only taking 9 minutes and 22 seconds in total (he counted). The two of you slowly shuffle out of the bathroom. You wander over to where you’ll rest, and crawl under the covers. Of course, this is after taking the time to untie the thread that keeps you connected. You lay down on your bed and snuggle deep into the pillow, all the while Soobin does the same. You shut your eyes and begin your search for the Sandman. 

30 minutes later and the storm still continues its terror. The night sky swims in shades of blue. Black bleeds into the room, holding everything hostage in its dark embrace. You welcome the weather into your arms. The air is just cool enough to sleep comfortably, and the rain is a relaxing melody. 

You’re seconds away from drifting off to sleep when you hear muffled noises next to you. 

“Soobin?... You okay?” Your soft spoken words instantly stop the sniffles. A stilled silence fills the room before you sit up to see him for yourself. You prop yourself up on one elbow and peer across the room. He blinks back at you in the dark. The moon shines light on the tears that streak his skin. Hair pulled every which way as if he needed something to hold on to. 

At the sorry sight of him sobbing in the dark, your stubbornness seems to fade away. It only takes a simple wave of your hand, beckoning him to join you on the bed, before he’s swiftly stumbling over to you. He crawls across the bed and lays down on your left side. You let him get settled first before you lay back down. You help him with his struggle in the sheets, pulling the blankets over him and gently pushing his head onto the pillow.

When you drop down onto the bed, you keep a distance at first. However, it doesn’t last long as seconds later Soobin is impatiently tugging you towards him. He shuffles and squirms under the sheets, trying to get you as close as possible. When he settles into a pleasant position, he’s plastered up against your back. His head lays between your shoulder blades. So close you can feel the small breaths he sucks in. His body still shakes with the remenates of fear. He tightens his hold, hugging you like a teddy bear. Two arms wrap around your waist. One hand on your hip while the other frantically searches for your hand to hold. 

Your heart leaps into your throat, breath hitching at his boldness. Having a warm body to keep you company in bed is something you haven’t had in a long time. All of your senses are overloaded with information. Hyper-aware of the heat he emits, how subtly he smells of sugar, and how suffocating the silence sounds. You try to create some space between you, but Soobin lets out a muffled whine and rests more of his weight on top of you. He hooks one leg over your hip and relaxes when you stop your squirming. 

The storm still rages on well into the night. Yet, Soobin sleeps soundly with his sweet savior right by his side. He doesn’t budge when lightning burns through the black air, or even when strikes of thunder shake the building. The only sign that he’s still alive is from the way his tail twitches and he lets out a frustrated huff when you shift slightly too far. 

You don’t sleep for a single second. Too tense under his touch and heart fluttering too fast. When you wake you have no doubt that this night will never be forgotten.

© cybsoo2 2024, all rights reserved

[elaichoi]

SIMPLE-MINDED. choi soobin.

# PAIRING: YANDERE!SOOBIN X FEM! READER! ﹏ 𖤐 ⋆ 𓈒  ভয় আবহ. ❟ SYNOPSIS: ❛ soobin is a simple man with simple thinking. life's not as complicated as one makes it to be—so when you, the object of his affection, find someone else pretty enough. soobin has just the simple idea to change your mind—which is, well obvious by ruining his face! ❜

# CONTENT WARNING! violence, mentions of blood and slashing, manipulation, usage of cannibalistic means to describe desire, knife, yandere!soobin, lovesick!soobin, praise kink! male receiving, enabler!reader, lack of empathy, breast play, dry humping, cunninglingus, sexual intercourse with no protection. WC 3.2K

“messy”

you tched, the corner of your lips perked in a condescending smirk as you assessed the disheveled state of the man who proclaimed to love you, and the badly concealed knife he was trying to hide from your languid gaze.

you made a scene out of it. your eyes deliberately moving from his face to his shaking arms he had hidden behind himself.

“you're so messy soobin” you pouted, inching closer to him. his shakey gasps seemed clear with each step you took towards his trembling body—he was such a hypocrite, acting as though he were an innocent lamb when he had just done something that couldn't be done by someone less than a vile human.

soobin stood there, awaiting your warmth to embrace him—although he knew you wouldn't touch him, you had said so yourself. but he still couldn't help himself but yearn, unable to stop himself from reaching out to you phantom touch, albeit retracting within a second, afraid he'd burn himself in your aura.

“couldn't help it huh?” you teased, the smirk marred with cruel intentions, you put the tip of your index finger below his chin, lifting it to see his inhumane eyes, “you should have at least taken care of the blood on it.”

you reached behind him, grabbing the knife from grasp and he let you without any sort of fight, spilling himself onto the palm of your hands, and the cold handle of the knife was stolen away by you.

“whose blood is it?”

“jaehyun’s.”

you grin at his fast response. you were aware whose blood is it, but you wanted to hear it from himself—despite rolling in the pit whatever hell he had crawled out of, he always made you wonder how further he could crawl back into it for his selfish purpose. perhaps you weren't that much better than him, but you pretended like you were—at least you wouldn't get your hands dirty, unlike the man in front of you.

“you liked his face, didn't you?” soobin didn't wait for you to ask him the questions; rather he seemed too eager to let you know what he had done,“ I'm sure you wouldn't anymore. “

your stomach dropped when you saw soobin grin, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears like the inevitable call doom, sinking the cold into your bones, etching the shiver on your back.

you smiled back, “what did you do?"

soobin graciously returned the favor back to you, “why don't I show you?”

he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, cheerfully growing through his phone like it's the most casual request you had asked of him—he seemed relaxed all of a sudden, almost too cheerful.

“I didn't fatally wound him, “ soobin reassured you, “just added a little decoration on his face.”

he turned the phone to show you and on it was a blurry picture of someone laying on the ground with blood emanating off their face, although it wasn't easy to identify but you could tell it was jaehyun.

soobin snatched his phone back, “ just a little slash on his cheek, nothing else.” he explained, “called the ambulance too. I didn't want to kill him after all.”

“now, “ he turned his attention to you, the man who stood before you a few moments ago now completely vanished and on his stead, the person standing in front of you was far crueller than you could imagine, “do you like his face?”

or maybe he's just insane.

soobin was threatening you—the thread of jaehyun’s life depending upon the word that itched the tip of your tongue. one word to his displeasure and he wouldn't hesitate to plunge the same knife back into jaehyun’s throat. the man who stood in front of you wasn't afraid—it wasn't the bravado of a lover but the carelessness of a madman, he would go hound his prey no matter how much they try to hide themselves from him, all he required is one motive and that is where you stood.

donning a similar smile, you cock your head to marvel at the blood that was beginning to dry on the blade of the knife in your hands. a truant sound escaping your lips once you picked yo his gaze that was assessing your each gesture, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you looked down, and the color of the rouge on your cheeks that appeared lively in the dead of the night.

“wouldn't they find you?”

a sardonic smirk etched soobin's comely lips, he shook his head in a no, “jaehyun didn't see my face,”

“why?” he pressed—not a line of shame on his face, the blue of his consequences nowhere near catching the fleeting sense of his conscience, rather he seemed exuberant. soobin's eyes shining like the moon as he demanded to know whether the question was meant for him, something out of love for his welfare, “are you worried for me?”

worried for him? you gazed down on the knife in your hands, at least my fingerprints wouldn't matter.

“why did you come to find me?” you ignore him, “did you want compliments for this?”

“yes.”

he is sick, you knew he was sick and you let him get away with it.

“do you like jaehyun’s face now?” he questioned one again, boring his intense gaze into yours, refusing to let go.

you shook your head.

soobin was suffocating, and volatile. you were aware that he wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, twistedly enough it would be akin to something scarring he truly adored and he couldn't accept it. but the nature of your answer rested on the safety of jaehyun. you were partly to blame for his situation right now—despite knowing the man's tendencies, and you let it get this far knowing what could be one of the outcomes once you push him far enough.

he smiled gleefully—it made you retch. but how different were you actually from him?

you both rejoiced in what you could control—the difference lying where he knew how to give up anything that came to you, and you liked controlling the ledge he had been swinging upon—a borderland of truly far gone. you longed to see how far he could go until the path to coming back had been blurred despite knowing what kind of consequence it would bear for you as well.

“could i kiss you?” soobin asks softly. the ravenous intent melting like in the snow in your grasp. his body closer than before, stalking like thanatos’s conquest.

“hmm,” you murmur in affirmation, seconds to compose yourself before his cold hands cradle your face. his palm taking in the gentleness of your flesh as though he had been kept deprived all his life, only getting to touch a piece of heaven after he had proven himself.

you were swaying such a bad expectation for him to grasp on.

perhaps you were the problem; instead of filling your veins with disgust, the warmth of his breath weaned down the cathartic dam that had been keeping all these diabolic—carnal instincts hidden.

soobin's bottom lip touched yours in a prayer of approval, barely grazing the softness with his sinful ones. you let him in, taking the step to put an end to his hesitation; taking the tender flesh of his lip between your teeth, you awaited for the moment to sink in. you put your arms around his neck to bring him closer, the knife still tightly held in your grasp. he finally relented, taking your upper lip and sucking onto it as if it felt like a taste of amaranthine.

the kiss was everything that you both weren't—wearing a mask of desperation that felt too pure to ricochet off your souls that was nothing but layers of filth—home to the scarlet heart beating within the cage of thorns laced with poison. who says monsters are incapable of love?

you two certainly deny the ancient saying. the fervour as he matches his lips to your rhythm was his nothing short of a choir—the taste of your saliva dancing like nectar on his tongue.

“i want you so much,” soobin confesses, a sizzle at the end of his words, with a touch of regret as he holds you closer, and closer to his body. the barrier of clothes between you two tearing into his flesh like barbs. he is burning from within and he holds you like he means it. his hand sliding off your cheeks to your tender neck and then to the small of your back to hold you chest to chest—a futile attempt to consume you.

soobin wants to devour without sinking his teeth in, fearing the droplets of rubies only when it comes to you but he'd gleefully tear the world apart if it meant he'd earn your approval.

the knife falls onto the floor of your living room with clang, setting off the chain reaction that has him backing you on any sort of surface that he could lay you on—which happens to be your couch. he is on top of you, the lips still attached to your as he undoes his hoodie and hugs you closer. his body was molding onto yours—chest pressed up against each with so much pressure, it was slowly getting too hard to breath. he didn't care about that though—you had given him his signal and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.

soobin moves to the corner of your lips, peppering with mindless butterfly kisses as he goes on to remove the top you were airing, you aid him by raising your arms and letting him take off. the separation of mere seconds has been keening for more as he cradles your waist with little gap between two bodies on top of the couch.

he dives into the valley of your breast on top of your bra like a hungry man, nuzzling deep into the warming, burrowing for more with hands snuck deep in his hair controlling his movements. his searing hands roaming around your waist, soaking up the tenuous skin. his fingers stopping on the buttons of your jeans, quickly undoing it. he helped you shimmy it off until the pants were accompanying your blouse on the ground.

soobin kisses your jaw—his fingers rubbing on your nipples from on top of the bra until they were poking out and you sighed, unable to take the teasing. to ease your discontent, he scooped your boobs out from on top of your bra, his fingers playing with the perky nubs. you moaned when his wet, yet hot mouth engulfed one of them. you clenched into the tuft of hair, pulling his head back but your retaliation only ignited his hunger as he swirled his tongue around your nipple while his other fingers were busy pulling onto the other one. you groaned in pleasure as you felt the feeling build up in the pit of your stomach, it was so achingly delicious—your quickening breath was like a melody to his ears.

pressing his hardened crotch on top of your clothed mound, rubbing deliberately slowly to create friction, and just a little bit to drive you crazy.

you pulled onto soobin’s hair, the pleas dying into your throat and only arising as muffled moans. you were wrapped around his rotten trick—you sacrificed yourself to his trap.

soobin pulled back, meeting your fucked out gaze with his half hooded eyes, his tongue still laying flat on top of your nipple, while the other was enclosed in his grasp, “praise me,”

you closed your eyes, taking deep breathings through your nose. your head was pulled back as you tried to control yourself, but that perverted movement of his crotch on your wet pussy was too much to deny, “you feel so good,” you gritted.

���give me more,” soobin demanded, his fingers sneaking where his crotch and your pussy met. his fingers pried open your folds on top of the clothes, which was basically useless now due to your essence. he pressed his index finger on top of your nub, “do i really?”

you nodded, pressing your lips together, your hands coming to his shoulder to slightly push him off. soobin popped your nipples out of his mouth and replaced it with the finger that was in you panties, all while looking at you with those carmine intentions of his—like he wants to eat you. he was like a whiplash, you could never figure him out. never pick up when he was the puppy wagging his tail in your hands, or the monster that conspired to tear the flesh off your bones and consume it raw.

“you make me feel so fucking good, “ you take his name, giving him what he wants. he grin before sliding downwards to face your ruined panties, your essence dripping all over your thigh.

soobin peeks his tongue out, licking onto the juice that was smeared around your womanhood, making sure not to waste a bit of the ambrosia, moaning into your flesh, driving you closer to the edge of the cliff as he inched towards your entrance. sliding the panty aside, he marvelled at the sloppy sight of it. the mess he had created.

you were right, he was messy.

soobin nuzzled his nose into your entrance with no warning, urging you to gasp as the sensations crashed into you at once—his hot tongue licking stripes on your entrance as his nose pressed onto your nub. you scrambled to sit up and take a hold of his head.

“you taste so fucking amazing,” he groaned into your pussy. the waves of his words sending you to another course of insanity. the white heat that had been building up in your stomach was so, so close to bursting. he increased his pace, lapping into your pussy like a hungry beast, taking all of. the nectar he could collect. he could die there, he used his fingers to penetrate you as the tip of his tongue played around with your clit. you warm hole sucking him in as if it was its second nature. he keeps up the pace until. you're writhing into his mouth, trying to get away from his flat tongue that laid on your clit. he had a death grip on your backside, helping you calm down in his mouth so he wouldn't dare waste a single lick.

“please,” you gasped, your hand trying to get away from soobin’s mouth as you calmed down from the high. your chest was heaving from the repercussion. he didn't reply, his gaze was set on top of your pussy that was still in front of his mouth like a prized possession. both of his hands were under your thighs to have you in the closest proximity of his mouth so he could taste your pussy as much as he could. the tip of his tongue despite not meeting your pussy yet, it created a line of his spit from his tongue to your clit, dribbling until your hole. that was still clenching from the earlier orgasm.

“its so cute,“ he murmured to himself. soobin took two of his fingers and brushed it on your clit before pressing onto your hole until it sank inside and you raised your ass without your realising upon his sudden action. he smirked, and looked at your with a curiously morbid look.

“you want something to fill you up?” soobin questioned, pressing his fingers deeper into your pussy, making you chest raise off the couch at the pressure, “something bigger?” he teased.

you wanted it, you wanted something bigger. there was no denying, you were too far gone.

you reply in a meek yes and within a second his fingers were out of your pussy, replaced by the heaviness of his dick that was still wrapped in his boxer, albeit the black material sopping weight with his precum.

soobin ran his hands over the head of his dick on top of the wet boxer, lulling his back with a groan.

“you see what you do to me?” he taunted you, rubbing his dick on top of the boxer, before finally taking both the pants and boxer out. his dick springing out and laying flat on his stomach with it's angry red bulbous head staring right at you. his fingers cupped his balls as he came down and pressed his dick right onto top of your pussy, that he had laid flat on top of the couch, pressing it until it sank inside your lips.

“you want a taste?”

you don't reply, instead stick your tongue out. he bites his lips at your subtle action that his dick stuffed inside your pussy lips. languidly taking his pre cum he smears it on your tongue but instead of taking his fingers out, he pushes his index and middle finger into you tongue until you close your mouth over it, swirling your tongue to get every last bit of the cum from his fingers.

soobin sighs, trying his best not to cum right there. he takes his fingers out and slaps the dick a couple times onto your pussy before pushing the head in.

you gasp out loud at the sudden ruin intrusion but that wouldn't stop him, he barges in, although there was a bit of opposition, he bottoms out soon enough.

“you were made for me,” soobin groans under his breath as he pushes himself out only to slam himself into your pussy, creating a filthy rhythm of his salacious exhibitions. you were holding onto his arms, digging your nails into arms, creating ribbons of red but he did not care; it only added to his pleasure as he swayed you back and forth, taking you along with the ravacious journey. he fell onto your chest once more, taking your nipples into his mouth as he thrusted into you with an unknown urgency. you screamed out his name, sobbing uncontrollably, as he buried himself further into your heat.

he wanted to be inside you forever, aching to burn in the fiery pit but he was being chased by some sort of divine high.

you yelled out his name in futile attempts as you were reaching another one of your highs—his fingers appearing on your clit to let you off the edge first. he continued

his thrusting his he rubbed your clit and within a few more strokes you were whimpering once more, your legs wrapped around his waist to drag him closer to yourself. his thrusts soon began to cease as he heated his own high.

soobin pulled out and started to fisting himself until there were white ropes decorating your pussy. he slapped his softening dick on top your sensitive pussy to make sure he was thoroughly spent before he fell on his knees, breathing heavily as he observed the way your chest heaved, and the artistry of his carnal desire blossoming onto your chest like an artists optimus primus.

“i love you,” soobin breathed out, submerged into the high he had been chasing, and the scent of the madness he had whenever he was in your presence. he longed for you like the moon, and right now the the moonshine was draped onto his body like a dream come true, and his blood underneath the moon’s fingernails. he is happy, he doesn't care about anything else other than this moment with you.

even though you didn't say anything back. to him.

©ELAICHOI 23-24.

[mint-yooxgi]

I did not see your drabbles being closed again, so may I please make a request? You can pick whoever you want (do not follow kpop, just love you) with a soft yandere and slight dollification? Like a dude doing the little things while watching you with the most enamored, dopey expression. Ex: brushing/drying your hair while you do your skincare, making sure the blankets are around you even when he's only half awake to roll over, head in his hands listening with rapt attention to celebrity gossip you read. Disregard this or change whatever you want. Please and thank you!!

"You're doing it again..." You sigh, chuckling lightly as you shake your head.

"Doing what?" Soobin hums, his head resting in his hand as he watches you. His eyes shine with nothing but tender love and affection, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in the corners in amusement.

"Staring at me like that." A small warmth begins to bloom on your cheeks as you avert your gaze to the side.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I just enjoy hearing what you have to say."

"Sometimes I swear you're more content with staring at me than listening to me ramble on about Jongyeon's new haircut, or how this next comeback really fits Jihyo's style."

"I could listen to you speak all day," Soobin replies honestly, sitting up fully as he smiles so gently at you.

"Were you even listening, though?" You question, testing him.

"Misamo's comeback was styled nicely, but you felt the song was lacking a key component. It fell flat for you. However, while you enjoyed Jihyo's solo debut, again, it felt like she was being limited as an artist." He sits perfectly straight as he replies, intertwining his fingers together as if he were responding to an inquiry in a formal interview. "You're also revelling in all the nods to other groups in Stray Kid's new music video."

Both your eyebrows raise in shock, surprise he had even been listening at all.

"Though, I prefer when you're not fawning over Felix's blue hair and deep voice, I appreciate your admiration." Soobin tilts his head slightly as he says this, a grimace resting on his features. Then, a large grin is taking over. "Makes me think you talk about me in the same ways when I'm not around."

His words make you splutter, cheeks flaring with heat. "I don't!"

"Mmhmm," his eyes shine with clear amusement as he stands. "Come on, let's get ready for bed."

Offering his hand out to you, Soobin nearly shudders pleasantly as he feels your skin grace his own. Every touch is like a personal paradise for him, and he is grateful every time you grace him with your voice, your touch, and your thoughts. Simply, he revels in you.

Carefully, he leads you upstairs and to the bedroom, running a bath for the both of you. He helps you into the tub, slipping in behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. Not even a moment later, he begins washing you gently.

"You know I can do this myself, Soob," you mumble, relaxing further into his touch.

"I know," comes his gentle reply. "I just enjoy taking care of My Baby."

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and all too soon, he's helping you towel off as the water drains from the tub.

Hushed whispers, and quiet words are exchanged between the both of you as you prepare for bed. Like usual, Soobin pulls back the covers for you, making sure you're tucked in before sliding in on your opposite side.

Every night, you turn to face each other, and every night, he never fails to trace your features gently with the tips of his fingers. Tonight is no exception.

The silence around you both seems to swell beneath his tender gaze, and you end up fidgeting beneath the covers. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Soobin repeats his words from earlier, his hand resting on your cheek, cradling your face in his one hand.

"Staring at me like I'm worth more than the sun, moon, and all the stars." You mumble, turning to hide your face slightly in the pillow to hide your bashfulness.

"That's because, to me," he hums softly, his thumb tracing over your skin, "you are."

[minho-hoho]

Shush

☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, mafia

☾ PAIRING ➝ yan!mafioso!yeonjun × gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere themes, mafia related themes, violence, blood, murder, etc...

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.8k

☾ NOTE ➝ uhh i actually wrote this and a quite lengthy taehyun one shot but it got deleted so sksksks i just lost hope and stopped coming to tumblr for a while srryyy

MASTERLIST

you were shaking under the covers of your bed, as if the almost constant state of fear you were living in wasn't enough, yeonjun had to do his business in your house. the screams and threats were freezing your blood, you were terrified that anyone would get hurt, and that you, would get killed because of what you considered yeonjun's reckless behaviour. for someone who claimed to only want the best for you, and only acted with your best interest in mind, he sure was being dangerous towards your safety. the only thing you could do was wait patiently, praying that whatever thing he was doing, was ending soon.

you heard a scream of intense pain followed by a loud thud. the voice didn't belong to yeonjun, but you didn't know if that reassured you any better. did he kill someone in your house? you wanted to get up and check up on him, and what happened, but the thought of the possibility of seeing a dead body laying on your living room's floor was frightening.

you carefully tiptoed to your bedroom's door, and tried to listen to any sounds that might come out of the living room. for a few seconds, only a dead silence fell on your ears. the silence stopped as a string of curses left yeonjun's mouth.

quietly, you slightly opened the door, enough for your voice to be heard.

“yeonjun..?” you called out his name, your voice quivering a little.

his eyes immediately darted your way, looking at your figure peeking through the door. not knowing what to say, he stared you, his dark gaze piercing your skull.

“what happened, is everything okay?” you asked, a bit reluctant, not being able to decipher his emotions.

yeonjun sighed, looking at the corpse laying next to his foot.

“this is what happens when you decide to go outside and disobey.” he walked towards your door.

it was true, you went outside and went out with some friends when you were forbidden to do so, as yeonjun was scared that the wrong people would get you and him, and hurt you. you regretted ever going out with someone heavily involved in the mafia world, in every step you took, you were reminded of the risk that and of the chances that you'd get harmed by anyone in the opposing mafia to yeonjun's. and on top of that, you added his obsessive and overly protective behaviour towards you, you deeply regretted ever agreeing to go out with him, your mental not being able to take any of yeonjun any more.

but even if what you did was objectively dangerous and stupid, did that mean that he had to kill someone? at this point, you didn't know whether he did it to protect you, because of his borderline psychotic and obsessive behaviour or because he simply enjoyed witnessing the death of over human beings.

“because of what you did, people now know about you, and i need to kill even more people for you.” he was now in front of you, towering over you, maintaining a chilling eye contact with you.

“no matter how much i warned you, you still went against my directions. do i need to threaten you? to show you the corpses of the people i've killed? because i can, and i will if that's what you need.” shivers ran through your body, you knew that by working in a mafia he had to do some shady stuff that potentially involved ending some people's lives. but you never thought he'd kill some people because of you. especially if it could have been avoided.

a wave of guilt washed over you as you felt at fault for the death of many. your shoulders dropped, and tears started to well up in your eyes. yeonjun's eyes were piercing through you in the silence. you looked down to your feet, remorse still eating you, you took a shaky breath before muttering low excuses, your voice unstable.

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun was smirking. his efforts were paying off, he had successfully manipulated you into feeling culpability for things you didn't even control. he was now sure you'd never leave his side, which was his ultimate goal, it was all he dreamt of.

he sighed, before taking you in his arms, startling you a little. “it's okay, just, don't do it again, okay? let's not spill more blood than needed. be careful, and as long as you follow my orders to the letter, you'll be safe and happy.” his shirt was now wet by your tears, you nodded, determined to not make any more mistakes.

yeonjun grinned, he kissed the top of your head. you sobbed in his chest, as he softly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you back into a happier state.

he finally achieved his most important mission, and he was more than overjoyed inside.

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

"I'm sure you'll fill me up so good." You purr, ignoring Beomgyu, hand going up and down Soobin's cock. Soobin doesn't get the chance to reply before Beomgyu is speaking up once more. "No, please. Fuck me instead. I can make you feel so much better. He doesn't even know what to do with his cock. I heard what his exes say."

Soobin blushes but doesn't deny Beomgyu's claims.

"Is that true, bunny?"

Soobin looks down in embarrassment, wincing when you laugh. You prop his chin up so he'd look at you. "That's okay. I can teach you."

"No!" Beomgyu wails, his words backfiring.

"Beomgyu, do I need to gag you?"

"I'm sorry for being bad. I was just jealous, please. Forget about him and fuck me."

[kittysarchive]

Do I make you happy? Beomgyu

@createdbytragedy this is the one you wanted, sorry it's quick.

warning's- quick drabble, yan beomgyu, smut, oral fem receive,

"Do I make you happy?" Beomgyu asks, rising from her thighs. His chin covered in her juices as he innocently asks. You nod, coming back from your daze of plesure.

Beomgyu beams, smiling brighter as he see's your response. Diving back into your heat, he slurps more of you. Eager to make you happier then before, eager to make you love him more....

'and you make him happy' Beomgyu thinks to himself.

[sykeskassie]

You were so beautiful while you slept. Did you even have any idea how breathtaking you were when the world wasn’t weighing down on you? When worry didn’t furrow your brow, and the lines of your face smoothed out? Kai wished he could bring you that peace all the time. Not just when you got to leave him behind in the waking world. He hoped that he featured in your dreams the way you did his. You, of course were the only thing he could think of; waking, sleeping, it didn’t matter. It’s why he had to save you! Poor thing, you always seemed to forget that he had saved you. It had taken so much careful planning to get you to trust him, to get you to come home with him that day. Your new home, though you didn’t seem to be very grateful for it. ‘That’s okay,’ Kai thought to himself, ‘soon enough you’ll realize that this, being here with me, is the safest place, the best place for you.’ After untangling the chain that kept you from running off from around your legs, Kai laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. Instinctively you moved closer to him in your sleep. Yes, soon you would come to love him as he loved you. 

[5eraphim]

why is there something so intimate and almost erotic about the idea of taking care of him while he's messy, tired, hungover/still fucked up, you know what i mean? like, i want to treat him like a little baby bird, this impossibly precious fragile thing. and he needs soooo much help getting out of his dirty clothes and into the shower, you have to stay practically glued to the hip with him to keep him from falling asleep or accidentally hurting himself.

like, "ahahahahaaaaa washing vomit out of your hair all alone tonight gorgeous 😍???"

itd be almost impossible to tuck him into bed too bc he's so needy and clingy, he needs something warm to hold or else he can't sleep. you reason you'll only be in his bed for a few minutes and he'll be out like a light. and to be fair, that does happen, but by the time he's out Demo's wrapped himself around you, forcing you to stay in place, and feeling the heat of your body against his. when he's asleep like this, he could practically sleep through a hurricane.

[sleepchapter]

soobin yandere prompts 3 and 5

“no babe, you aren’t weak — i should just be the one protecting you, okay?”

“leaving isn’t an option.”

soobin was your boyfriend. he still considered you two to be dating, but you had wanted nothing to do with him anymore. he just lost it one day. he invited you to his home, everything was going fine up until when you got up to leave he blocked the door and wouldn’t allow you to go back home. he said he was doing it all to protect you and that he loved you, but how could you continue to love someone that could do this to you?

for the most part he just kept you locked in his room. you were only allowed to leave to go to the bathroom, and although he had a window, he blocked it off awhile ago. how had nobody gotten suspicious? he had neighbors, had they never heard your screams? did they not find it weird that all of a sudden his bedroom window was boarded up? were you even in the news? was anyone looking for you..? all of these thoughts caused tears to stream down your face and you move your knees to your chest while sitting on his bed. a few minutes later the door could be heard opening and then you heard it lock a few seconds later. you look up to see soobin standing by the door staring at you. he had a sad look on his face, and deep in his eyes you could see a sense of guilt after he saw your tears.

“hi babe..”

you don’t respond and just look away. he sits on the edge of the bed still glancing at you. obviously he was feeling uncomfortable from the amount of guilt in his body. you could tell he wanted to reach out to you but didn’t dare to. it was moments like this that would be best to try to leave. if you pulled at his heartstrings good enough, maybe he’d let you go. it’d be a lot easier to manipulate him and guilt him even more so he’d let you go. if he felt guilty from a few tears streaming down your face, then any words you said to him had to make him feel at least a little worse. you soon decide to look him in the eyes so he could see the damage he’d down so he’d feel worse and before he could turn away again you spoke up.

“i want to go home..you say you love me, but if you did you’d trust me.”

you stop for a second knowing you had his attention. he was about to speak up but then you decide to continue,

“do you think i’m to weak to take care of myself? you don’t think i’m capable of looking after myself?”

that seemed to garner his attention even more. his eyes widened a little and was genuinely surprised by your words. he scoots slightly closer and his face drops once again.

“no babe, you aren’t weak — i should just be the one protecting you, okay?”

you don’t respond and only sniffle and wipe the more tears rubbing down your face. they were tears of sadness, hurt, and anger. once again, it hurt more because you were dating him, and you were happy with him, so why’d he have to ruin it all by kidnapping you? you offer him a look of anger and speak up once again.

“you ruined anything we had soobin, i want nothing to do with you ! i want to go home!”

it looks as if you struck a nerve with him for a second and he sits there silent for a while. then his face has a more determined and slightly angry look. he looks you directly in the eyes and speaks up.

“leaving isn’t an option.”

he gets up before the conversation can continue any deeper and before you actually start to get to him. he goes to unlock the door but before he opens it he says something whilst staring at the ground.

“i know you still love me deep down, love doesn’t just disappear….”

he continues,

“but if it’s true, you’ll love me again. we’ll get passed this, we’ll be okay…”

he seemed to be saying that last bit to himself rather than to you. he was trying to convince himself that all of this was fine, but you both knew it wasn’t. he leaves the room, and you hear the door lock as his footsteps grow farther. this isn’t love, and if you can get him to see that, if you can exploit the bits of guilt he already feels, then you might be able to leave this place. things between the two of you would never be okay, but you’d be okay. you’d get out of here and you would be okay.

[luvyeni]

hi love hope you had a good day! :)

how about hueningkai with stalker ish vibes following around chubby!reader just to make sure she’s okay cause she trusts people way too easily ? like he’s scared her kindness will get her killed or kidnapped one day

- 🤡 anon

i had a great day , thank you for asking <3

stalker hyuka who only followed you around just to see who you were talking to at first , making sure no other guys were talking to you.

he always knew you were too kind , often trusting anyone you'd come in contact with , even if they weren't as nice to you as you were to them , so just to make sure , he always followed you , making sure no one was taking advantage of you.

you could always feel someone following behind you , it wasn't creepy at first , 'maybe they're just scared to talk to you." but then it started happening every single day , to the point you were starting to get scared to come out of the house.

you go to kai , your bestfriend about your problem , and instead of coming clean , he makes up an excuse. "i told you , you're too nice to people , it's probably one of those creeps , you shouldn't go out without me anymore for a while , i just don't know what i'd do to myself if you were kidnapped or worse." of course you listen , because you knew he'd never tell you wrong.

you don't even notice that ever since you started only going out with kai , the stalking seemed to have stopped.

[cybsoo2]

blind fight

╰┈➤ synopsis — Poor Beomgyu is scared of storms. The thunder threatens his pride, and the lightning leaves him with a sudden switch of personality. He just hopes his hostage doesn't mind taking care of her captor.

╰┈➤ pairing —yandere!beomgyu x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 1.3k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, verbal abuse, small section of violence, strong language, run girl run.

Thunder strikes down the sun. The chaos it creates is a cacophony of loud noises and bright lights. Beomgyu hesitates for only a second, a hitch of his breath and halted movements before he continues on his tirade. 

“Are you fucking stupid!?” A mix of anger and amusement make up his expression. “Running off in the middle of the night. It’s dangerous out there! Anyone could have gotten a hold of you and, fuck– How many times do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick skull!” He draws closer to where you cower in the corner. You keep your eyes on him as you crawl backwards, bringing some sort of distance between you and his stone-cold stare. At the sight of you scampering away like prey from its predator, Beomgyu makes a sudden move to seize you. He takes your wrists in both hands and slams your back against the wall. “Do you want to test me? Is that it?” His psycho stare stabs into you and a sick sense of terror seems to have tripped into your stomach. 

“No! No, I-” A rushed response falls from your lips only to be interrupted. 

“You like hurting me don’t you? Does it give you a sick sense of satisfaction?” He leaves no room for you to respond before his dangerous delusions continue their rampage. “You need me don’t you understand! You need me! You’d be dead in a ditch if you didn’t have me!” His screams shake your body. A growing fear begins to fester deep in your heart. You can feel your throat tightening, unable to stumble out even the simplest of apologies. 

The second strike of thunder is worse than the first. This time Beomgyu finds himself fumbling over his words. The teases he taunted you with are now trapped in his throat. He can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as his anxiety eclipses. 

“You’re sick! Why do you keep hurting me like this?” His words are weak. Voice trembling under the terror of the storm. His hands loosen their grip only slightly. His body betraying him as it shrinks down to appear even smaller than you. He tries to use his cold words to regain control, but a crash of thunder beats him to it. 

He flinches back at the flash of light. Rapidly blinking back the blue tears that threaten to fall. In his eyes, all he can see is the light. An attack of blinding brightness burns deep into his eyes. It takes control of his thoughts and eats at his emotions. He struggles to see past the terror of the storm, and for a second, he forgets what he was so angry about. 

“You can’t leave me. I won’t let you.” 

The fourth strike is what ends him. Beomgyu collapses at your feet, crying and crumpled up into a ball. He has the bottom of your pajama pants clutched tight in his hold. Trying to find an anchor while fighting through his fear.  His fists shake and his knuckles whiten with the force of his grip. This small action is as much for himself as it is for you. While he lays like a pathetic pile on the floor, he still holds you tight in fear that you’ll run away again. 

He utters his last words before he loses his breath to the sobs that shake his body, “I’m all you have. Why can’t you understand that?” With those final words, the fight flees from his body. All his anger has bled him dry only to be replaced with a bout of sadness. 

You peer down at him in shock. It’s a pitiful sight to see, him sobbing at your feet begging you not to leave while you hold all the power in the palm of your hand. You could run away right now and he wouldn’t have the strength to stop you. You can’t help but let out a little laugh at how pathetic he is. His rageful rant was rather hypocritical wasn’t it? You can see through all the lies he’s strung through his sentences. Lies of how he’s your only hope. Lies that you need him. Lies that you love him. When really it’s all the opposite. 

Lovesickness is a dying disease. Beomgyu clings to you like a second skin. His bittersweet affections are suffocating. He sets up unrealistic rules so long as you stay by his side. He can’t live without you and he refuses to accept that. 

Escaping a life-like hell is all you’ve ever wanted. Failed attempt after failed attempt filled you with desperation. Now a miracle has shown you mercy. Beomgyu is powerless, paralyzed by fear and succumbing to his internal emotions. 

After struggling to get out of his grip, you take a step away from the boy that’s bawling at your feet. You walk backwards into the dark hall behind you. Closer to the door and further away from the life you once lived. You reach for the door handle, freedom at the tips of your fingers. The apartment is dark and decaying, it’s slowly killing your soul to live like this. You can see the light shining through the cracks of the door. Heaven holds out its hand, trying to take you in its arms and away from earth. Crying is all you can do, because wishing on a star finally filled you with wonder. Your heart is so happy now that you’ve been given a chance to escape your cage. To fly free like the birds you watched from the window. So why can’t you open the door?

Your doubt doubles down and you make the regretful choice to take one last look. Your eyes immediately meet his. His eyes are but sunken circles, drained of colour and stained with sadness. Six steps away and he’s already accepted your escape. His soul is slowly dying with every step you take. His heart still beating but body bleeding out in betrayal. Tears trail down his face. He looks pretty with a pink nose and pathetic look in his eyes. Under the last bit of moonlight, he looks like the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. This sliver of vulnerability makes you see him in a different light. He’s fragile and troubled but oh-so beautiful. 

His love is a little rough, it leaves marks like red kisses. And his life is a little lost, abandoned as a boy and searching for a soulmate. But, Beomgyu is worth loving, and who would do that if not you?

You take a step back into your lowly life. Walking towards the inconsolable boy, you kneel down to be on his level. You hold out your hand, offering up your heart for him to keep. 

Beomgyu looks up at you through thick lashes. He blinks back his tears and a look of confusion crosses his face. His eyes lock in on the hand that hovers over his own. Hesitantly, he grips your cold flesh in his hand. Even after everything, you still chose to stay. With that realization, he breaks down completely. Throwing himself into your arms and crying away all his tears until the drought. Beomgyu clings to you, clutching you tightly and trying to get closer. He cries into the crook of your neck, not holding back. It’s an ugly expression but he doesn’t care. He won’t hide his heart away any longer. He’ll bare his brutal truths and be the most honest man you’ll ever meet. Because as long as he’s a lovesick loser, you’ll stay by his side for forever to come.

© cybsoo2 2024, all rights reserved

[atzloverr]

Masterlist 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘

Here’s the complete masterlist for my current works!!!

Requests are OPEN!!! I’ll gladly write for atz, bts, svt and txt <3 But just so you guys know, I won’t promise I’ll write anything! I’ll write them when i find motivation/time/inspiration!!!

disclaimer: english is not my first language so I apologize for any language errors

!about this blog! (includes warnings and rules)

𖦹 = smut

ATEEZ

Selfish desire - Seonghwa and Hongjoong x reader

Otherworldly obsession - 𖦹 Wooyoung and San x reader

Bite me [pt.2]- 𖦹 Vampire!Seonghwa x reader

The love tattoo - 𖦹 Seonghwa x reader

Love beyond our realm - 𖦹 Yandere fallen angel!Yeosang x reader

Our unsaid truths - 𖦹 Seonghwa and Wooyoung x reader

NSFW alphabet 𖦹

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

Headcannons/reactions/drabbles

Mafia!Yunho

Atz as yanderes

Bf!Seonghwa with warded s/o

my fic/blog recs

ao3: kagsii

[mint-yooxgi]

Okay so....

yandere!human!Beomgyu who finds out you're an immortal...something....succubus? Vampire?

"I knew it!" A gleeful voice echoing around the warehouse manages to pull you from unconsciousness. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

Your head throbs, and you find enough strength to lift your bleary gaze. Blinking your eyes open, you see a man hopping around about ten feet away, giggling giddily with his back turned to you. As your vision returns, you notice he seems to be standing in front of a cork board, photos and pieces of papers strung up, connected by red strings.

He slams a happy hand onto the metal desk beneath the board, turning to you with a large grin on his features.

You sigh. "Beomgyu..."

"You thought I wouldn't figure it out." He chuckles, slowly walking closer to you.

You can tell he's feeling extremely confident right now, given his 'discovery', as well as the fact that your hands are cuffed behind your back. The fact that you can't immediately break the metal around your wrists indicates either a lack of strength on your part, which is highly unlikely, or the cuffs are enchanted. With another subtle tug of your wrists in opposite directions, your bet is definitely on the latter.

Briefly, your eyes dart passed his head, noting some candid shots of you pinned on the board.

"So, it's you who's been stalking me." You state, light amusement in your voice.

Carefully, you remove the thin bangle you had been wearing around your wrist earlier, flattening it to begin picking at the lock of the cuffs pinning you in place.

"Stalking is such a harsh term," he hums, his gaze dancing in glee. "I prefer studying."

"And did you learn anything interesting?" You hum, your fingers working at the cuffs diligently.

"Many things, actually," his grin widens as he plants himself right in from of you. He leans in, smacking his hands on either side of the chair's arms. "You're a vampire."

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before a boisterous laugh is escaping you, your eyes crinkling at the sides as tears blur your vision.

"Don't laugh! I know it's true!" He pouts, standing back to his full height. "You don't like sunny places. Your house is dull and dreary. You like wearing dark colours, and you bite people to survive! I even found these in your basement!"

Scurrying back over to the desk, he grabs something off the top in his one hand. Turning back to face you, he proudly presents what appears to be a wine bottle in your direction.

"The label is far too dusty to be new, and when I opened one, it didn't have the smell of vinegar from going bad." He explains, walking closer. "It smelled like iron, and when I poured some into a glass, it was almost coagulated. Really, it was kind of gross. You should be drinking fresher stuff than that. I'd gladly offer you my own-"

Another boisterous laugh escapes you, and you manage to topple yourself over in that chair you're in. Luckily, the impact on the ground covers the sound of the cuffs clicking open.

The lights begins to flicker.

"Oh, my dear sweet child," you bring a hand up to wipe at your eye, pushing yourself upwards as your figure grows. Tentacles emerge alongside wings from your spine, dwarfing the poor boy as you loom over him.

He begins to shake, but for some reason, you don't smell fear radiating off of him. Instead, the excitement shining within his eyes only grows. As you get closer, a tentacle wrapping around his waist to pull him to you, you even swear he lets out a small moan.

A maniacal grin stretches across your features, showcasing sharp, pointed teeth.

"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into."

[minho-hoho]

20:55

☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, drabble

☾ PAIRING ➝ yandere!soobin x gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere behaviour, stalking, violence, mention of psychosis

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.7k

☾ NOTE ➝ hmm, mediocre but, i wanted to post something before school starts again. apologies. hope it's still readable :(

MASTERLIST

barely conscious, spread out on the floor. you finally managed to slightly open your eyes. you were dizzy, your head was spinning. you were cold, so cold you shivered. you tried looking around but you couldn't see much except darkness.

you had no energy to move or to call out anyone, still, you tried muttering a sound, in hopes that someone would hear you.

you groaned, a sharp and intense pain shooting through your body, catching the attention of soobin, who was sitting not so far from you, observing you.

his face lit up as he saw you woken up. he had waited so long, and was glad to see you were “alright”.

a shy smile on his face he approached you, “you're finally awake, are you okay?” he asked, so innocently, his voice coated with fake concern.

your eyes darted towards soobin, it took you some time before recognising him, his face barely visible.

you regained some consciousness as you remembered who soobin was, and how you ended up with him.

after having set his eyes on you, he asked you out. you rejected him, of course. you had never talked to him in the past. you were weirded out by how he knew your name and he knew where you would be.

you felt a bit of pity seeing him sulk at your rejection, but you couldn't accept. he was too weird, you didn't want to put yourself in danger.

you went on with your day, trying to forget soobin. he however was going crazy. he couldn't handle the fact that you rejected him so casually. he needed you so bad, he had followed your every step until now, he knew every little habit of yours, he knew things about you that even you didn't know. he couldn't accept not being by your side.

drowning in his psychosis, he found you. it was an easy task to him now. as soon as he saw you, he couldn't help but fall in his obsession even deeper. but he needed you for himself, and soon.

soobin did something he didn't think he'd be able to, knowing how much love he had for you.

he took a crowbar, and hit you several times with it. mostly on your abdomen, though sometimes your limbs too.

he let himself go a little, wanting to take a little revenge. still feeling devastated by your “brutal” rejection. it didn't take you much for you to lose consciousness and black out. as soon as he saw you becoming limp, soobin stopped hitting you.

even though you were bloody, you were alive, ready for soobin to take home.

and that's how you ended up where you were right now. your stomach turned as you felt immense fear. your eyes trembled, and soobin took notice of that, his smile now fading away at the sight.

“why are you scared of me, y/n?” he whined.

he brought himself closer to you, brushing your hair with his finger. you tried moving away, but the pain your body was in was too big for you to get away from him.

soobin noticed your aversion to him, and it upset him. not understanding how you couldn't see how you and him being together was destiny's work.

he sighed grabbing your hand, which you tried to remove from his. he sent you the darkest glare before holding your hand tighter.

“you might not understand now, but you will in the future.” he took a pause to caress your knuckles. “you and i, my dear, are made for each other. our meeting was purely destiny, but you can't seem to grasp that yet.” he shook his head in disapproval. “i love you, and you will learn to love me back.”

his words disgusted you, you wanted to cry, scream and shout. you couldn't wrap your head around how you found yourself in such a situation.

“but y/n, be quick. if you don't love me by yourself, i will make you. not matter what, you will love me. just as much as i do.” his tone darkened as he threatened you.

your eyes met his. his seriousness, coldness showed. it scared you, so much so that a few steaming tears spilled from your eyes onto the cold floor.

soobin put his hand on your cheeks, wiping your tears away, cooing at your behaviour.

“don't cry my dear, i'll make you the happiest person on this earth.”

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Bandgie's Masterlist!

All of these works are 18+, MDNI

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ warning! some of my works are dead dove/lemon

yellow is dubious/not too bad orange has mentions of gore/dubious consent red is noncon/full gore/graphic deaths

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Drabbles/One Shots

So Cruel - Miguel O'Hara

Pussy Eating - Miguel O'Hara

Beast of a Man - Tarzan

Pussy Eating - Gyutaro (Demon Slayer)

Quick Taste - xReader's Insert

An Uncertified Doctor - Alucard Castlevania

Pretty Boy (1) | Poor Baby (2) | My Pretty Baby (3) - Bangchan Stray Kids

Ateez MTL Pussy Eating - OT8 Ateez

Ghost in the Night - I.N Stray Kids

Cursed - I.N Stray Kids

Anon Req. Yandere - Bangchan Stray Kids

Before Class (1) | During the Party (2) - Huening Kai TXT

A+ Student - Felix Straykids

Car Drabble - Felix Straykids

Missionary With Them - Bangchan & Minho

Agora Hills - Changbin (skz)

Language Barrier - OT8 SKZ

Req: Gamer Boyfriend - Beomgyu (TXT)

Req: Dark Vampire - Yeonjun (TXT)

Req: Hate sex - Yeonjun (TXT)

The Spell of the Night - Huening Kai (TXT)

Req: Perv & Yandere - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Perv & Yandere (2) - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Jealousy - Seungmin (SKZ)

Desperate Drabble - Wooyoung (ATZ)

Req: Tarzan Continued - Tarzan

Req: Perv & Yandere (3) - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: High with Perv - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Pervy Thoughts - Seungmin (SKZ)

Req: Choking - Bangchan (SKZ)

Req: Piss - Hyunjin (SKZ)

Req: First Time Domming - OT8 SKZ

Req: High With Them - Chanlix & Jisung (SKZ)

Req: Distracting - Beomgyu (TXT)

Munch Drabble - Jay (ENHA)

Bratty Head Drabble - Sunoo (ENHA)

Learning Kinks Drabble - I.N (SKZ)

Req: Hate Sex 2 - Yeonjun (TXT)

Req: Choking (2) - Bangchan (SKZ)

Req Drabble: Perv - Seungmin (SKZ)

Club Sex Drabble - Lee Know (SKZ)

Anal Drabble - Changbin (SKZ)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Series

Predator & Prey (Completed) - You were suddenly teleported to a snowy world while discovering a cave. After norrowingly escaping a terrible fate, you're practically forced to deal with a winged beast you saved. It's awkward and kinda mean, but it does more good than harm.

Lost & Found (Ongoing) - You hated the little town you lived in, you hated your job, hated how everyone knew everyone, you hated how your mother didn't care about how much you hated it. You needed to do something, to get out of this repetitive life. You've decided to apply to be a maid in the castle for the Viscount and his family. With this new life, you hope to change your pace. Yet, one of the sons can't help but give you an eerie sense of familiarity. (Second Part to Predator & Prey)

The Insides (Completed) - You have it all: a good job, a nice apartment, a doting boyfriend who loves you so much. It seems all swell, until he starts behaving strangely. Unfortunate for him, he's not the only person that fell head-over-heels for you. Well...not the only entity at least.

All in White (Ongoing) - Your father, that major of Neuva York, was hosting a party congratulating their safe environment by the hands of Spider-Man. You did not care for parties, only there for the alcohol and occasional good conversations. You managed to catch the eye of Spider-Man, and boy did he want a taste.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ I do have requests/hard hours open! Here are some rules...

I will not write about underage characters, real or fake (unless they're adults playing as younger people ex: Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, etc.)

No shit! Like literal shit, no scat play (pee is fine, but no piss drinking)

Incest, including in laws (brothers bff/dad's co-worker is fine)

No age play (age gaps are fine)

No virgin reader (this might change, but not allowed as of now)