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luvksj Ā· 2 years ago
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Yandere!Usos: Standing Up For Myself
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authorā€™s pov: hey, long time no see huh? sorry for being so MIA, iā€™ve been drained of any creative flow and have also been relaxing after a stressful year in 2022! anyway, who enjoyed Royal Rumble 2023 - i definitely did, 100%.Ā 
iā€™ve been loving the development of the storyline between Sami Zayn and the Bloodline. iā€™m over the moon Sami finally turned on Roman and has had enough of his bullshit. but i didnā€™t expect Jey to walk out like that - things have gotten so much more interesting.Ā 
i hope Sami and Jey get their well-deserved main event moments. i know the rumored plan is for Sami to face Roman at Elimination Chamber and then for Sami and Kevin to go after the tag titles but with the new angle regarding Jey - idk whatā€™ll happen.Ā 
but iā€™m very excited to see how it evolves following the Royal Rumble situation. the entire crowd cheered when Sami hit Roman with the chair intended for Kevin. but this could be the possible downfall of the Bloodline with Roman reaping what he sows.Ā 
also congratulations to Cody Rhodes and Rhea Ripley for winning the rumble. i very much expected this, i canā€™t wait for Wrestlemania - iā€™ve honestly never been so excited for a Wrestlemania before.Ā 
anyway, enough blabber from me. enjoy the fic!
pov: youā€™ve had enough and decided to take a stand. you just didnā€™t know the consequences thatā€™ll come with your change of heart.
You couldnā€™t go on like this anymore.
The final straw was watching helplessly as they mercilessly beat up Sami and Kevin. No matter how hard you tried to suppress the tears, they still ran down your face.Ā 
Scrunching your hands into fists, you turn around so you didnā€™t have to witness the atrocity happening. Youā€™d wince every time Roman hit Sami with the chair intended for Kevin, a fresh batch of tears forming each time.Ā 
After everything he endured, Sami finally had enough. He was fed up with Roman using him and decided to take a much-needed stand against Roman. It was satisfying to watch Sami hit Roman with the chair intended for Kevin. You were beyond proud of Sami.
Roman had become a tyrant, corrupted by power. The greed to have more has changed him into an actual monster and he forced his own family to join his reign of terror ā€” forcing them to ā€œacknowledgeā€ him as the Tribal Chief.
Well, you were officially doneĀ ā€œacknowledging himā€.Ā 
You were done acknowledging all of them including your boyfriends, the Undisputed WWE tag team champions,Ā the Usos.Ā 
Ever since they joined the Bloodline, theyā€™ve been treating you differently. Treating you as if youā€™re a ghost, a shadow ā€” neglecting you, pushing you to the sidelines so they can tend to the Tribal Chiefā€™s every command. If this was a short-term thing, it wouldnā€™t bug you but itā€™s been happening since 2021 and you were done.
Sami was the only one who truly felt like family in that group and supported you no matter what.Ā He was the only one who remembered your birthday and brought you a gift when no one else did (from the Bloodline, that is).Ā 
You were done with everything regarding the Bloodline. It was time to get some well-deserved payback on them for yourself and everyone whose been a victim of their reign of terror.
Following Royal Rumble, you distanced yourself from the Bloodline. You treated them like they treated youā€” like a ghost. You were still a part of the Bloodline but fans suspected that youā€™d leave soon knowing your close friendship with Sami.
You had a plan. A plan to make Wrestlemania greater than ever and you were working discreetly with Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens to pull it off.Ā 
At Wrestlemania, Sami and Kevin will battle the Usos for the tag titles while Cody will fight Roman for the undisputed WWE universal championship.
On the day of Wrestlemania, you put the plan you have been working on ever since Royal Rumble with Sami and Kevin into action. You have been absent ever since Elimination Chamber nursing an injury from the Elimination Chamber match you competed in.
Slipping in undetected, you quickly made your way to Sami and Kevinā€™s shared trailer. You greeted them and got ready, concealing yourself with black clothing. You hid every detail of yourself making yourself look like the outcast the Bloodline made you feel.
Sami and Kevin were called for their match. You wished them luck, giving them a warm hug,Ā ā€œGo kick my boyfriendsā€™ butts.ā€ you muttered making them chuckle,Ā ā€œDonā€™t worry, we will. Especially with you on our side.ā€ Kevin responded.Ā 
During the match, you got into position and waited. Before the Usos could hit their finisher, you came running out and slid into the ring. Catching them with a punch, you mustered up all your strength and suplexed Jey from the top turnbuckle.
Turning your attention to Jimmy, he attempted an Uso splash but you caught him with a superkick. The fans went insane, cheering loudly as you assaulted them. The referee was down, accidentally hit with a superkick meant for Sami.
So, this was all perfectly legal as long as the referee didnā€™t see anything.
Pulling Jimmy up, you hoisted him onto your shoulders and did the Samoan drop, planting him on top of Jey. Noticing the opportunity, you climbed up to the top turnbuckle and executed an imploding 450Ā° splash on both of them.
Positioning them so Sami and Kevin were laying on top of a Uso, you dragged the referee back into the ring. He slowly did the count, the fans counting along, ā€œ1! 2! 3!ā€ The bell rings as the fans erupt into cheers while the referee rolled out of the ring.
ā€œAnd the NEW WWE undisputed tag-team champions, Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens!ā€
Sami and Kevin rolled off the Usos, not understanding what just happened. You took the titles and handed it to them ā€” thatā€™s when it hit them. It worked, the plan worked. They stared at it with teary eyes and hugged each other before hugging you.
Standing over the Usos, you pull off the mask revealing yourself and the cheering just got 10x louder. It almost knocked you off your feet,Ā ā€œOh my gosh, itā€™s Y/N ā€” the Usosā€™ girlfriend! She just cost her boyfriends the titles!ā€ commentary was going crazy.Ā 
The Usos were slowly regaining consciousness and you crouched down to meet their eyes, needless to say they were surprised. You grinned at their shocked expressions, ā€œWhy are you so surprise? You shouldā€™ve seen this coming ā€” itā€™s only been months in the making.ā€
Walking off, you all stood at the top of the ramp and raised your hands up proudly to the cheers of fans, the Usos just stared at you in total disbelief which made you smirk.Ā 
You all then headed backstage to prepare for phase 2.
Yes, that was phase one of the plan.Ā 
Phase two was Romanā€™s match against Cody for the undisputed WWE universal championship. That was going to be the cherry on top.Ā 
Before Roman could spear an oblivious Cody, you all ran into the ring and unleashed hell. Raining punches and kicks on him, you were all getting the long-awaited payback on him.
Roman fell limp and you all offered him to Cody, the same way Sami offered Kevin to Roman during their Wargames match at Survivor Series 2022. Everything was coming back to haunt him cause what goes around comes right back around.
Cody hits his finisher and pinned Roman for the win.
The fans once again erupted, overjoyed that Cody had finally achieved his American Dream and became a world champion. You were also happy for him, this was long overdue. He quickly left the ring so you guys could continue the assault on Roman.
He was now your personal punching bag and no one could stop you guys.
Hauling his limp body out of the ring, you all share a knowing look. Kevin sent him into the steel stairs, Sami drove him into the ring post and you pushed him into the barricade. Roman collapsed on the floor, recoiling in pain.
While Kevin and Sami dragged Roman back inside the ring, handcuffing him to the ropes, you got steel chairs from underneath the ring. Handing the boys a chair each, you surrounded Roman like dogs surrounding their prey.
Paul Heyman had been dealt with and was unconscious. Staring at each other, you look at Roman and grin at his state ā€“ he looks like Kevin and Sami when they were in his position. Without hesitating, you three unload on Roman and no-one hold back giving him exactly what he deserves. The cheering fans motivated you, increasing the strength and impact of your hits. Ā 
After a while, you toss your chair aside and crouch down to meet his bloody face. He was barely conscious and gripped his chin, forcing him to look at you. You couldnā€™t help but smirk, it was a truly satisfying sight to see him like this.
You uttered the words youā€™ve been wanting to say for the longest time, ā€œIā€™m done acknowledging you and the Bloodline. Iā€™m done with everything regarding the Bloodline including the people who form it. I donā€™t need you to be the best, youā€™ve only been holding me back and now Iā€™m free. So, you can take this ā€˜Head of the Tableā€™ shit and go shove it cause Iā€™m done acknowledging you.ā€
Standing tall over Romanā€™s unconscious body, you revel in the fans cheering. The Underdogs have dethroned the champs and come out on top despite the constant ridicule you guys endured from them. You guys headed backstage and celebrate your well-earned victory, taking one last glance at Roman who was being helped out of the ring by officials and rushed to the hospital.
On the RAW after Wrestlemania, you held a celebration for Sami and Kevin becoming the new tag team champions.
During the celebration, you confessed all your sins. ā€œI had been working on that plan ever since Royal Rumble. I got sick and tired of being treated like a ghost. The final straw was them attacking the people who have felt my family since I lost mine to the pursuit of power.ā€
You released all your bottled-up emotions and thoughts. ā€œIt felt wonderful unleashing that beating Roman and apparently everyone else thought so because it trended worldwide on social media. I guess people have gotten sick of the Bloodline as well?ā€ You were met with cheers making you grin.
Sami and Kevin conveyed similar words. You all cheers to a successful plan and new beginnings, not forgetting to leave a message for the Bloodline who were in the hospital.
ā€œI donā€™t regret a single thing. I should have done it ages ago. To my boyfriends who have been neglecting me ever since joining the Bloodline, Iā€™m not a ghost or a shadow you can cast aside. You have messed with the wrong girl, all of you have! What happened at Wrestlemania is aĀ tasteĀ of what I can do. Besides didnā€™t anyone tell you that the underdogs always come out on top in the end?ā€
. . .Ā ā‡¢Ā Ė—ĖĖ‹ [TIMESKIP]Ā ąæą¾‚
You, Sami and Kevin focused on your respective storylines but you had formed an alliance with each other. You guys always had each otherā€™s back no matter what.
During the Bloodlineā€™s hiatus, you had become the Smackdown Womenā€™s champion dethroning Charlotte Flair in a high stakes match at Summerslam, achieving one of your biggest dreams. You proudly held up the title, tears running down your cheeks as reality had set in.
But you did wish that the Usos were here to witness it and celebrate with you. Sami and Kevin had run out to celebrate with you, filling that void. ā€œCongrats Y/N, you deserve this.ā€ They said, hugging you tightly. You smile and return the affection, ā€œThank you truly.ā€
Sami and Kevin successfully defended their tag-team titles. You returned the favour, running out to celebrate their victory with them. All of you were now champions and stood proudly together in the ring, holding up your titles as the fans cheered, the biggest babyfaces in WWE were all champions.
Guess itā€™s true, you really didnā€™t need them after all.
Looking at Sami and Kevin, you couldnā€™t help but smile fondly. They had become your second family after you lost your one. The sweet moment was ruined by the sound of oh-so familiar music blaring. Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach, you guys turn around to see the Bloodline and their eyes were locked on you three.
Marching to the ring, they never broke eye contact and fans enjoyed the tension. You smirked at the scars left on their bodies reminding them of their downfall as the ā€˜top fraction in WWEā€™. ā€œHey Roman,ā€ Sami began, you and Kevin smirked at each other knowing exactly whatā€™s coming.
ā€œAcknowledge us.ā€ You three held up your titles, taunting the now title-less Bloodline. They growl and a brawl ensued. It was Roman vs Sami, Solo vs Kevin and you vs the Usos. The fans cheered as it spilled out into the crowd.
You dodge a punch from Jey and connect with a knee to the abdomen. Jimmy tried to sneak attack but you avoid that and hit him with a Poison Rana. Noticing an opportunity, you lay the Usos on the announcerā€™s table and climb onto the nearest top turnbuckle. Running across the top rope, you jump and execute an Uso splash on them, sending the Usos through the announcerā€™s table.
Rolling off them, you lay beside them and catch your breath. Wow, that was exhilarating. It ended once again with you three standing tall amongst the chaos and you guys headed backstage ā€“ needless to say that was one of the most successful Summerslams in WWE history.
Unfortunately, it didnā€™t end there for you. They were determined to get their revenge however that looked a bit different for you compared to Sami and Kevin. Sami and Kevin were competing in a tag team match and you decided to accompany them, watching from ringside, when the Bloodline appeared out of nowhere and attacked.
Well, Roman and Solo were assaulting Sami and Kevin. The Usos had you cornered but they werenā€™t attacking you. Jimmy had handcuffed your wrists while Jey gagged you, tying a bandana around your mouth. Weaving a hand through your H/C locks, Jey harshly tugs it forcing you to make eye contact with him ā€“ his wicked grin tells you something horrible is about to happen.
ā€œI think someone has forgotten whose in charge uce. I think she needs a reminder of what happens when you disobey your master.ā€ Jey taunts, his grip on your hair getting tighter. Jimmy hums, staring at your helpless figure, ā€œI think youā€™re right uce, I think someone has forgotten whose in charge here. I guess she needs to be reminded.ā€ He responded.
Leaning into your ear, Jey whispers, ā€œYouā€™ve been a brat lately and brats like you get punished. You need to remember whose in charge here.ā€ Unable to make a snarky response, the Usos drag you out of the arena and shove you inside the car, they had gotten your belongings before.
Heading back to the hotel, you endured the harshest punishment ever. You were grateful no one was here to hear your screams. Laying lifeless on the bed, the Usos stare at your state and smirk, ā€œWhoā€™s the boss here?ā€ Jimmy asks rhetorically.
Lifting your head up, you tiredly grin, ā€œMe. Iā€™m the boss of myself and of the Smackdown Womenā€™s division.ā€ Clearly that wasnā€™t the answer because Jimmy tugs your chin, forcing eye contact, ā€œYou clearly havenā€™t learnt your lesson yet.ā€ He growls.
You endure three more punishments of an equal calibre. Your body was covered in red marks, bruises and cuts ā€“ it left you breathless. But every time they asked the question, you gave them the same response, ā€œIā€™ll never stop being a brat. You donā€™t own me and besidesā€¦ itā€™s fun to get you guys riled you.ā€ You declare, grinning teasingly at them.
Your cockiness costed you severely but you didnā€™t care, it was fun to rile them up especially on live TV in front of millions of people.Ā 
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taehyungday Ā· 2 years ago
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"Your boyfriend gave me unsettling vibes."
After my birthday party, this was the first thing my father said.
"However dad, he is such a great guy, and I love him." I said.
"Your father is correct, Y/n. I didn't you likeyour man, either." My mum commented.
"Jeno is shy and awkward around people at first, but once you get to know him, he is incredibly lovely and amusing. He is also a really caring person." I replied.
"I don't believe he is the right person for you." My father said and then walked out of my room.
"You should reconsider. I didn't feel safe in Jeno's presence." Before leaving my room, my mother said.
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"So, what are you going to do now?" . Sana wondered.
"I'm not sure. I have no idea how Jeno will respond." I responded.
I was perplexed as to why my family disliked Jeno. He's a real darling.He is my first love . I'll never forget when he asked me to be his prom date. I couldn't believe such a famous gentleman had asked me to be his date.
Our two-year anniversary is coming up next week. My parents also urge me to end my relationship with him. Jeno hadn't contacted or texted me since yesterday, which was odd. He hadn't returned my calls or read my messages.
"I believe you should speak with him about it." Sana remarked.
"Yeah. Perhaps I should "I responded.
My phone suddenly began to ring.
Suddenly my phone started ringing.
"Hello. Is this Y/n L/n?" A female voice asked.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Your parents are involved in an accident."
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"I'm sorry to tell you this, but we were unable to save your parents." the doctor said.
Blankness.
Numbness.
Nothing.
This is how I'm now feeling.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't want to trust what I was hearing. They had vanished. I let go of my body and let it fall to the ground. I began to sob uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back my tears. I was feeling a little low.
Someone suddenly raised my chin with their fingers. Jeno was standing there when I looked up. I simply pounced on him and began crying on his shoulders. He returned my hug and began patting my head.
"Do not be worried, doll. I've arrived." He began to speak in hushed tones.
"Everything will turn out alright." He stated.
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[2 YEARS LATER]
"Will you marry me?" I asked her.
As she bobbed her head, she had tears of joy in her eyes.
"Yes," she replied.
I pushed myself up from my knees and grasped her waist, kissing her fiercely.
"I love you." She murmured this as she leaned in for another kiss.
"You know doll, that I love you more."
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[FLASHBACK]
Being the son of a wealthy CEO was not easy. People had high expectations of you. When I was born, my mother passed away. My father was usually occupied with his business. I was constantly surrounded by servants who served me. I had a lot of dishonest pals who only befriended me for the money. No one cared about me. I desired someone who would simply adore me.
But then I met her one sunny day. L/NĀ  Y/N She was everything I was looking for in a partner. She was flawless in every way I knew that she was the one for me. I noticed her while getting McDonald's food. And that turned out to be the best decision I've ever made. While taking people's orders, she appeared vulnerable and beautiful. I felt compelled to defend her from those individuals.
She even gave me a friendly grin. She was also interested in me.
I told my bodyguards to look for her the next day.
I wanted to know everything there was to know about her.
They divulged her personal details to me. For her, I changed my private school. For her, I went to a low-cost school.
I killed all the boys who tried to talk to her for her. I killed all the scumbags who tried to bully her for her.
I even killed my father, who tried to prevent me from going to school, for her. Yes, managing a billionaire firm at the age of 17 was difficult. However, I did. I only did it for my doll. After we got married, I wanted to treat her to several luxuries.
I finally worked up the guts to ask her to prom. And she replied with a resounding YES. I had a feeling she wished for me as well.
I asked her to be my girlfriend on my graduation day. And she, of course, said yes.
She, on the other hand, was adamant about not telling her parents about our romance. As a result, I had to sneak into her house late at night in order to cuddle with her. I also hid some cameras in her room so I could keep an eye on her at all times.
Everything was well until she expressed an interest in telling her parents about our relationship. Her parents were attempting to persuade her that I was not suitable for her. My doll even attempted to defend me, but they only wanted her to end our relationship.
As a result, I assassinated them as well. And paid the doctors to declare their death an accident.
My Y/n was simply too young to realise that I was the one who had messed up her parents' lives.
But she'll never know about all the wrongdoings I've done.
"Now you're mine officially, doll. I'll never let you go cause I love you more than anything."
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abobaaa99 Ā· 9 months ago
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svengabrielle109 Ā· 2 years ago
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ye4gerz Ā· 1 month ago
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escape room - lee haechan
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ā€§Ėšā­’ pairing: ghost!haechan x afab!reader. mdni! adults only. ā€§Ėšā­’ genre: thriller!au, strangers to lovers, soulmate!yandereau! angst, smut! ā€§Ėšā­’ word count: 6.1k (sorry itā€™s long!) ā€§Ėšā­’ warnings: voyeurism hc, fingering, oral(f receiving), dirty talk, slight nipple play, choking, multiple orgasms, swearing, obsessive hyuck, mentions of death, dom hc x sub reader. ā€§Ėšā­’ starring: haechan, johnny, ten, mark, jaehyun reader. ā€§Ėšā­’ summary: when you and your friends sign up for an extreme escape room, you expect clever puzzles and a few jump scaresā€“ not real danger. as you navigate eerie traps, the game takes a turn, and suddenly you find yourself separated from the group, alone. at least thatā€™s what you thought, unaware of the familiar shadow lurking besides you.
a/n: hiii everyone, i hope those who read enjoy! this is my first story in years so iā€™m sorry if itā€™s not as detailed as could be but hopefully i improve the more i continue to upload. as said before this story is for adults only if i find any minors on my account i will block you. iā€™m open to feedback or any ideas for future stories. enjoy!
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The eerie notes from the piano grow louder, filling the cramped room with an unsettling melody. From the corner, an old record player spins on its own, crackling as it fills the air with static. The noise gradually morphs into a faint whisper, words barely audible over the static.
"Time has just begun."
A chill creeps up your spine. You glance at the others, who stand on edge, their eyes darting around the room as the unsettling atmosphere takes hold. Youā€™d exited the car only minutes earlier, arriving at what was supposed to be an ordinary escape room. As you step toward the entrance, the air thickens with uncomfortable tension, the dim light only emphasizing the building's eerie charm. The old structure seems to exist outside of time, its walls drenched in shadow, barely touched by the weak glow of the single streetlight overhead.
"So this is it? It looks... ancient. You sure you got the address right?" Johnny asks, his voice laced with doubt as he studies the rundown building in front of him.
"Address checks out," Ten replies, glancing down at the map on his phone, then back up at the dark, decrepit building. "This is it, apparently."
Mark shivers, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "Can we just go inside? My fingers are freezing off," he mutters, eyeing the doorway.
"Mark's right," Johnny chimes in, rubbing his hands together. "Let's just make sure it's still open."
Without further discussion, you all follow Johnny into the building. Inside, a dim, red-hued glow bathes the narrow hallway, where an old wine-colored carpet leads to a black wooden desk at the far end. A single lamp beside the desk casts long shadows against the walls, and the red, tilted lampshade gives the whole scene an otherworldly air.
Behind the desk stands a tall, gaunt man in a navy velvet suit, his frame sharp and dignified. His hair is slicked back with a single blonde strand hanging loose over his forehead. Black leather gloves cover his hands, and his eyes are blank and empty, as if devoid of emotion. He moves with precision, carefully placing a pen down on the desk before turning his attention to your group.
"May I help you?" he asks, his voice smooth, his smile revealing a dimple on his cheek as he flips open a worn booklet filled with room reservations.
Ten steps forward, excitement bright in his eyes. "What's the scariest room you've got here? Something not a lot of people have beaten."
The man's eyes glint with something that looks like amusementā€”or perhaps a warning. "Room 13," he replies. "It's... challenging. Few have managed to escape. Are you sure you want to proceed?"
You exchange glances with the others, an unspoken agreement passing between you all before Ten grins confidently and says, "Absolutely. We'll take the challenge."
The man inclines his head, pulling a large, iron key from a drawer. "As you wish," he murmurs, stepping from behind the desk. "Follow me."
He leads you down a narrow hallway lined with doors, each one different in design and shape, some small and round, others tall and rectangular. Your footsteps echo ominously as you walk, the creaks in the floor whispering warnings you canā€™t quite decipher. Finally, you reach the end of the hallway, where a massive, medieval-style door looms in front of you, its iron handle weathered and cold to the touch. The keyhole is unlike any you've ever seen.
The man unlocks the door with deliberate slowness, pausing to glance at each of you, his gaze assessing. "Are you certain you want to enter?" he asks, his voice almost mocking.
Ignoring his subtle warning, you nod along with the others, eager to continue.
Once inside, you find yourself in a dim, unsettling room. The walls are covered with crooked paintings, each one depicting strange, shadowy figures and bleak landscapes. A dusty piano sits in one corner, and a cracked baby doll lies slumped in an old rocking chair, one eye half-shut, its mouth slightly open as if caught mid-scream. The thick, worn red rug beneath your feet has frayed edges, adding to the roomā€™s eerie atmosphere.
"This is beyond creepy," you mutter, glancing warily at Ten. "Your ideas are always a bit much, but this..."
"Before we begin," the man interrupts, capturing your attention, "there are rules to follow. You have ninety minutes to find your way out. Clues are hidden within the room, and they will lead you to your escape. Today's story follows a young man who lost his life in this room. If you free his spirit, he will grant you your escape."
He pauses, eyeing you all seriously. "If time runs out... well, then you've lost."
Ten scoffs, brushing it off. "So, we either win or lose. No big deal, we got this."
The man nods slowly, though you catch a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "One more thing: you get three hints, should you require assistance. If an emergency arises, call my name... Jaehyun."
Your eyes linger on him one last time. "Well, thank you for the rundown, Jaehyun," you say, forcing a smile, your arms crossing as Jaehyun steps back toward the door, the iron key in his hand.
Without another word, Jaehyun closes the door, and a distinct click echoes through the room as the lock engages.
ā€œWaitā€¦ did he just lock us in?ā€ Mark asks, raising an eyebrow.
ā€œRelax, itā€™s just part of the setup,ā€ Johnny replies, his voice casual. ā€œItā€™ll unlock when we finish.ā€
Ten, brimming with excitement, claps his hands. ā€œAlright, timeā€™s ticking, guys. Letā€™s get to it!ā€
You exchange uncertain glances with the others but eventually begin searching the room, inspecting every corner and crevice. Dust settles on your clothes as you rifle through old books on the shelf, examine each creepy painting, and prod at the cracked doll.
After a few minutes, Johnny spots a series of letters framed on the wall, positioned slightly out of order. Squinting, he reads the faded words aloud:
"Entry 204, I found this nearby a sacred tree. A doll was looking out to the lake, the same lake she was last seen. Her body is gone, but her spirit will find its way back to me. ā€”H.C"
A heavy silence settles over the group.
ā€œCreepy,ā€ Mark mutters, his voice uneasy. ā€œBut itā€™s gotta mean something, right?ā€
Ten nods, his eyes darting around the room. ā€œLetā€™s check the doll. There might be a clue with it.ā€
You and the others gather around the broken doll, studying it closely. Just as you reach out to inspect it, the lights flicker, and the piano plays a single, haunting note, echoing through the room.
Your breaths hitch, unease creeping in as you realize this game might be far darker than any of you had anticipated.
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Your breath caught as the note hung in the air, vibrating with a resonance that made the hair on your arms stand up. You exchanged a tense glance with the others, noting the flickers of doubt and unease on their faces.
"Didā€¦ did the piano just play on its own?" Mark asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Johnny forced a laugh, though it sounded unsteady. "Probably just part of the scare tactics. Theyā€™re really going all out with the haunted vibe here."
You couldnā€™t shake the creeping dread seeping into your mind, and from the looks on their faces, your friends felt it too. What was supposed to be an ordinary escape room was starting to feelā€¦ wrong.
ā€œLetā€™s just keep going,ā€ Ten said, his voice more subdued now, as if he, too, was shaken. ā€œWeā€™re wasting time, and weā€™ve only got ninety minutes.ā€
Your attention returned to the cracked baby doll in the rocking chair, its glassy eyes staring blankly at nothing. Slowly, you leaned in closer, examining its face. One eye was half-open, almost lazily, while the other was wide and unblinking, giving it a disturbingly lifelike appearance. Gently, you lifted the doll, feeling something hard poke through a tear in its fabric.
ā€œThereā€™s something inside,ā€ you murmured, glancing up at the others.
ā€œWhat is it?ā€ Mark asked, peering over your shoulder.
With a bit of effort, you pried open the small tear, pulling out a tiny brass key, its surface worn but unmistakably real. You held it up to show the group, the key catching a faint glint of the dim light.
ā€œWhatā€™s this supposed to open?ā€ Ten wondered, taking the key from your hand to inspect it.
ā€œMaybe itā€™s for one of the drawers or the bookshelf?ā€ Johnny suggested, already moving toward the old dresser across the room.
As the group tried the key on various locks, a low rumble echoed from somewhere behind the walls, making you shiver. The air felt colder, and the room seemed darker, as if the shadows themselves had thickened, pressing in around you.
After a few tense moments, Johnny tried the key on a drawer in the dresser, and it clicked open. Inside, he found a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age. Carefully, he unfolded it, squinting at the faded text before reading aloud:
"Look beneath the seat where nightmares rest, Where shadows linger and spirits test. The way is hidden, only for those, Who dare to face what fear bestows."
"Under the seat... where nightmares rest?" Ten repeated, glancing around the room. "What does that mean?"
"Maybe the rocking chair?" you suggested, nodding toward the dollā€™s seat. "Itā€™s creepy enough to count as a ā€˜nightmare.ā€™"
Mark crouched down beside the chair, reaching underneath it. His fingers brushed something solidā€”a loose panel. Slowly, he pried it open, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside was another key, this one larger and more worn, and a small, rolled-up map.
Johnny unrolled the map, and everyone crowded around, their faces growing tense as they took in the strange, labyrinthine layout sketched across the parchment. The map didnā€™t resemble anything youā€™d seen in the room so far. Instead, it showed a twisting series of rooms, corridors, and strange symbols that were foreign to all of you.
"Is thisā€¦ part of the room?" Mark asked, glancing around, trying to align what you were seeing on the map with the space around you.
"Thereā€™s no way this room has more than one door," Ten said, frowning.
ā€œMaybe thereā€™s a hidden passage,ā€ you suggested, though dread was gnawing at you. The idea of a secret path that led to who-knew-where made your skin crawl.
Ten, still undeterred, nodded. ā€œYeah, letā€™s look around. There might be more to this place than we thought.ā€
You and your friends spread out, examining every corner of the room, pushing against walls, lifting furniture, and inspecting every nook and cranny. Just as you ran your hands along the bookshelf, you felt a slight give beneath your fingers. You pressed harder, and with a slow, creaking sound, the entire bookshelf shifted, sliding aside to reveal a narrow, dark hallway beyond.
Everyone stared, a mixture of intrigue and unease settling over them.
ā€œOkay,ā€ Johnny breathed out, ā€œthis is beyond next-level escape room stuff.ā€
Mark hesitated, casting a wary look down the hallway. ā€œAre we sure this is still part of the game?ā€
Ten, undeterred, gave him a reassuring pat on the back. ā€œWeā€™ve come this far. Letā€™s see where it leads.ā€
The group stepped into the passage, the narrow hallway closing in around you as the shadows seemed to deepen. The air was thick, almost stale, and the walls felt damp, as if they hadnā€™t been touched in years. Your footsteps echoed through the silence, each one seeming to amplify the tension thrumming beneath your skin.
After a few minutes, you stopped, shining your flashlight down an unexpected fork in the path. ā€œWhich way?ā€
Before anyone could answer, a loud slam echoed behind you, making everyone jump. Spinning around, you saw that the passage behind had closed, sealing you in.
"No way," Mark whispered, running back to the door and pressing against it. But it didnā€™t budge.
ā€œItā€™s probably just part of the game,ā€ Ten said, though even he sounded uncertain.
ā€œLeft or right?ā€ Johnny asked, glancing down each path. ā€œStanding here isnā€™t going to help us.ā€
Without much choice, you picked the left path, leading the group deeper into the twisting hallways. But as you turned a corner, something unexpected happenedā€”a force tugged you sharply by the arm, pulling you off balance. Before you could react, you found yourself separated from the others, pulled down a narrow side passage that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
ā€œGuys!ā€ you called out, panic rising in your voice.
You heard the faint sound of your friends calling back, their voices echoing, but they grew distant, fainter, until they vanished entirely. You were alone.
Your heart pounded as you steadied yourself, gripping your flashlight tightly. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The narrow corridor was cloaked in shadow, and you slowly raised your flashlight, scanning the dark space ahead. Thatā€™s when you saw himā€”a young man, standing just a few steps away, watching you with an intense gaze that sent a shiver down your spine.
He was tall, with dark, messy hair and sharp, striking features. His clothes were worn, his eyes shadowed and tired. Beyond the exhaustion, there was something else in his gazeā€”a quiet desperation, as though heā€™d been waiting for someone to find him.
"Are youā€¦ lost too?" you asked cautiously, not daring to step closer.
The manā€™s lips lifted in a small, weary smile. ā€œYou could say that. Iā€™ve been hereā€¦ longer than I can remember. Itā€™s been a few days, give or take. I didnā€™t think Iā€™d ever see another person again.ā€
Your pulse quickened. ā€œDays? Youā€™ve been trapped in here that long?ā€
He nodded, shadows dancing in his eyes. ā€œOne minute, I was here with some friends. The next, they were gone. Just like that.ā€
You swallowed, fear twisting in your gut. ā€œMy friends and Iā€¦ we thought this was just an escape room, but nothing about this place feels right.ā€
He took a slow step closer, his gaze softening. ā€œMaybe we should stick together. Iā€™d hate for you to end up alone like me.ā€
You nodded slowly, relief flooding through you. ā€œIā€™m Y/N.ā€
ā€œHaechan,ā€ he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. ā€œLetā€™s find your friends and get out of here.ā€
With Haechan by your side, you ventured further into the maze of hallways, each step taking you deeper into the unknown. But as you walked, you couldnā€™t shake the uneasy feeling that clung to you, a feeling that Haechanā€™s eyes held secrets he wasnā€™t willing to reveal.
All you can do is hope and pray you see your friends again.
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The dim hallway stretches on in front of you, shadows clinging to the walls and making it difficult to see more than a few steps ahead. Every footstep feels heavy, the silence around you broken only by the occasional creak or groan from the aged structure. Haechan walks beside you, his presence oddly comforting amidst the overwhelming gloom, though something about him remains unsettling.
After a few minutes, you canā€™t help but ask, ā€œSoā€¦ how exactly did you get stuck here?ā€
Haechan lets out a small sigh, glancing over at you with a shadowed expression. ā€œItā€™s a long story,ā€ he replies. His voice is calm, almost too calm, and a shiver prickles at the back of your neck.
ā€œWeā€™ve got time,ā€ you say softly, clutching your flashlight a little tighter. ā€œIf weā€™re going to find my friends and make it out, I should know what weā€™re dealing with and who Iā€™m talking to.ā€
Haechan considers your words for a moment before nodding. ā€œAlright. I was here with a group of friends, not unlike yours. We thought this was just an escape roomā€”a haunted one, sure, but nothing dangerous. But once we entered, everything feltā€¦ wrong. Just like youā€™re probably feeling now.ā€
You nod, feeling a chill run down your spine. The thought that others had gone through the same confusion and fear unsettles you even more. ā€œSo what happened?ā€
He lets out a soft sigh, his voice dropping to a whisper. ā€œAt first, we tried to solve the puzzles, thinking it was all part of the game. But every clue we found led us deeper and deeper, to darker places that didnā€™t feel like they should exist. Eventually, we started getting separated. One by one, my friends disappearedā€¦ and I havenā€™t seen them since.ā€
His words hit you hard, your heart twisting with fear and sympathy. You imagine your own friends, separated from each other, wandering alone in these eerie, twisting hallways.
ā€œDo you thinkā€¦ do you think your friends are okay?ā€ you ask hesitantly, afraid of the answer.
Haechan is silent for a moment, and when he finally speaks, his tone is dark. ā€œI donā€™t know, but this placeā€¦ itā€™s haunted. Itā€™s not a normal escape room. Itā€™s something much worse.ā€
His words linger in the air, and a tight knot of fear forms in your chest. ā€œHaunted? What do you mean?ā€
He glances at you, his eyes gleaming strangely in the dim light. ā€œIā€™ve seen things here. Shadows that move on their own, voices that whisper in empty roomsā€¦ This isnā€™t a game. This place was created by people who wanted to watch others suffer, who find entertainment in fear and despair.ā€
A shiver runs through you as his words sink in. ā€œSo, theyā€™re justā€¦ watching us? For their own sick entertainment?ā€
He nods, his gaze never leaving yours. ā€œExactly. They trap people here, turning their fear into a spectacle for whoever is watching. Once youā€™re here, itā€™s nearly impossible to leave, never able to see your loved ones ever again.ā€
You bite your lip, glancing around the dark hallway as anxiety gnaws at you. Your hands are shaking as you clasp them together, murmuring a silent prayer for your friends. The weight of your worry presses down on you, and you can feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as the hopelessness begins to creep in.
ā€œDonā€™t worry too much, sweetheart,ā€ Haechan says, his voice soft and soothing. ā€œIā€™m here with you. Iā€™ll help you find your friends.ā€
You nod, giving him a small, shaky smile. His calm presence does ease some of your fear, though a part of you wonders how he can be so composed. But as you focus on his steady gaze, something flickers in his eyes, something you canā€™t quite placeā€”a look of satisfaction, as though heā€™s pleased by your fear. For a moment, the corners of his mouth lift into a small, almost imperceptible smirk.
But when you blink, the expression is gone, replaced with a look of earnest concern.
You brush off the uneasy feeling, telling yourself itā€™s just the atmosphere of the place playing tricks on you. ā€œSo, youā€™ve really been hereā€¦ for days?ā€
He nods, keeping his gaze trained on you. ā€œMore or less. Time feels different here. You start to lose track of it after a while. Some days, it feels like hours are slipping by in minutes, and other days, it feels like Iā€™ve been wandering for centuries.ā€
You canā€™t help but feel a pang of sympathy. ā€œThat must be terrible. Being alone for so longā€¦ I canā€™t imagine how you must feel.ā€
His eyes soften, and he looks at you with a gentle intensity that sends warmth spreading through you. ā€œIt wasā€¦ until now.ā€
You feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze, his words lingering in your mind. Thereā€™s something both comforting and unsettling about him, a duality that leaves you unsure of how to feel. Heā€™s kind, attentive, a stranger nonetheless, but thereā€™s a unusual shadow in his eyes, an intensity that you canā€™t quite shake.
As you walk further down the corridor, a sudden chill sweeps through the air, making you shiver. Haechan notices and steps closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. ā€œYouā€™re safe with me,ā€ he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring. ā€œI promise.ā€
But despite his comforting words, something about the way he says it feelsā€¦ off. The reassurance feels too practiced, like heā€™s said it a thousand times before, knowing exactly how it would affect you. You glance at him, meeting his gaze, and you swear you catch another glint of amusement, almost like heā€™s enjoying your unease.
Shaking off the thought, you try to refocus on finding your friends. ā€œDo you thinkā€¦ theyā€™re okay? My friends, I mean.ā€
Haechan pauses, as if considering his answer. ā€œMaybe. If theyā€™re smart, theyā€™ll find a way to keep moving, just like we are.ā€ He gives you a comforting smile, but that flicker of darkness in his gaze hasnā€™t fully disappeared.
You murmur another silent prayer, hoping your friends are safe, wherever they are.
As you continue through the twisted corridors, a realization starts to dawn on youā€”something about Haechanā€™s demeanor doesnā€™t quite add up. The calmness, the knowing glancesā€¦ Itā€™s as though heā€™s hiding something, and each time you catch a glimpse of his eyes, itā€™s as if heā€™s letting a bit of the mask slip, showing you a side of him heā€™s trying to keep hidden.
Finally, unable to shake the uneasy feeling, you glance at him and ask, ā€œYou said youā€™ve been here for a long timeā€¦ How have you managed to survive all this time? Isnā€™t there any way out?ā€
Haechan smiles, a strange, almost secretive smile that sends a new chill down your spine. ā€œOh, Iā€™ve managed,ā€ he replies vaguely. ā€œIā€™ve learned a lot about this place. Enough to know that itā€™s better not to trust anyone. Not even me.ā€
You freeze, your heart racing as his words sink in. ā€œWhatā€¦ what do you mean?ā€
He gives you a long, intense look, his expression unreadable. ā€œI mean, you donā€™t know who or what youā€™re dealing with here. Thatā€™s part of what makes it so interesting, donā€™t you think?ā€
The realization hits you like a cold waveā€“ you arenā€™t sure if Haechan is telling the truth, or if heā€™s been playing with you all along. But the look in his eyes, that glint of amusement and satisfaction as he watches your fear grow, leaves you with a terrifying suspicion.
This man, this stranger youā€™ve been trusting, isnā€™t lost like you are. He isnā€™t just another victim of this twisted game. Heā€™s something else entirely, something far more dangerousā€“ he's apart of the game.
As he steps closer, that smirk creeping onto his face once more, you realize that he doesnā€™t want to help you escape.
ā€œWhat are youā€“ā€ you begin, but Haechan shushes you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leans in, his presence overwhelming as you find your back against the wall, and arms pressed above your head.
His smirk widens as he leans close, his voice soft but chilling. ā€œThis is your first challenge, sweetheart. Try to escape me.ā€
Your heart races, and without a second thought, you shove him off and sprint down the dark hallway, feeling his gaze burning into your back. At this point, you canā€™t focus on directions or clues; all you want is to find your friends and get back to safety.
From behind, his mocking voice echoes through the hallway, closer than you expected. ā€œItā€™s too late, sweetheart. Your friends wonā€™t be looking for you any time soon. Youā€™re stuck with me, after years of being apart.ā€
Before you know it, his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you through a hidden door concealed by shadows. You stumble inside, disoriented by the sudden brightness. Unlike every room youā€™ve seen so far, this one is consumed by light, making you squint as your eyes adjust, your back resting on the padded floor.
Haechanā€™s smirk hasnā€™t faded. In the brightness, you take in his features more clearlyā€”his sharp jawline, the glint in his dark eyes, the smirk playing at his lips. You hate to admit it, but his presence is overwhelming in an unsettling yet strangely magnetic way.
He hovers over you, his gaze locked onto you, his eyes roaming as though heā€™s savoring your unease. He leans in, brushing his lips close to your ear. ā€œDonā€™t fight it,ā€ he whispers. ā€œThis is where the real game begins.ā€
Before you know it, his lips are against yours, and you find yourself kissing him back. It feels insane, but something about him draws you in, almost as if you're under a spell, a force you can't resist.
He pulls away, his chest heaving, his eyes darker now, pupils wide with desire. "The moment I saw you, I knew," he murmurs, his voice thick with desperation as he cups your face in his hands. "I knew you were the one to set me free. I've been waiting lifetimes for you."
A shiver runs through you as his words sink in. Your brows knit together. "Who... who are you?" The question slips out more like a plea than anything else.
His lips curl into a smirk, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. "Everything you've been waiting for. There's a reason we're drawn to each other." He tuts softly, eyes gleaming.
"Who do you think led your spirit here?"
Your gaze flickers around the room, realizing he's still hovering over you, his body pressing you into the ground. When your eyes lock again, you feel itā€”a pulse of craving, dark and intense, matching the hunger in his gaze
Suddenly, nothing matters anymore. All that exists is the heat between you, the electric pull that holds you both in place, and the thrill of his body pressed so close to yours.
Your lips crash against his, this time initiated by you. He's momentarily stunned, taking a second to adjust, but before you can even let out a whine, he matches your movements.
His hands find their way to your waistā€“ his thumb rubbing circles against your skin. ā€œIs this what you want? To remind you of my touch?ā€ His knee placing pressure against your core.
A faint moan escapes your lips, you know this was so wrong, but feels so right. Your hips bucklingā€“ trying to match his rhythm as you attempt to ride his knee. ā€œHae..chanā€¦.ā€
His name slipping through your thoughts causes his eyes to darken. He lifts your hips up, your leggings quickly being tugged off your skin.
It didnā€™t take him long enough to get you wet. His mouth practically drooling while admiring your core.
His face inching closer to you, very rapidly feeling his breath against your heat causing you to slightly lift your hips. ā€œNo teasingā€¦ please,ā€ you whimper, unable to wait any longer for him.
Haechan lets out a slight laugh, sounding cynical. ā€œIā€™m sorry baby, I just like to admire whatā€™s mine.ā€
Before you can respond his fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing small slow circles over your underwear. His eyes nearly burning into your soul, the way he watches every single one of your reactions, feeding off of them.
Before you could plea for more, Haechan pulls your undergarment to aside, working his mouth against your core. His tongue lapping against your swollen clit, leading all the way down to where you were nearly dripping for him. He saw this as an opportunity to get rid of the last piece of clothing concealing your lower half, gripping your thighs, and yanking you closer to his mouth.
ā€œTastes so fucking good,ā€ he moans against you, the vibrations of his voice to your body sending you in chills.
You had so many questions to ask him. You wanted to know who he really is, what he is really is. Yet, here you are having a stranger eat you out. What bothers you more is the immediate attraction and pull you feel toward him. Youā€™ve had your fair share of one-night stands and exes, but none of them have ever affected you the way Haechan does.
The feeling was all too much for your body to handle, your eyes practically glued to the ceilingā€“ seeing stars.
Haechan notices this, his mouth releasing from sucking at your clit. He slaps the side of your ass, causing you to jolt looking down to his eyes.
ā€œFocus baby, I want you to watch how I fuck your pretty pussyā€“ I mean look at this,ā€ he slams two fingers into you, the sharp breath you intake being the only thing keeping you on alert.
He growls at the feeling of your insides squeezing desperately against his fingers, but before he gets ahead of himself he takes them out slowly. With his other hand, he grabs your face, looking directly into each otherā€™s heavy eyesā€“ he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking the mess you left on them.
A moan escapes your lips, ā€œI need moreā€¦pleaseā€¦ā€
ā€œWhat more do you need, princess? Is this not enough for you?ā€ His fingers find their way back inside of you, thrusting hard but slow, his thumb matching the same rhythm on your clit.
ā€œAre my fingers not enough for you? Are you worried your friends might find you like this?ā€ Suddenly the door slams wide open as if it were by a gust of wind, assuming it was Haechanā€™s work.
By reflexes you attempt to shut your legs together, squirming beneath him. You know your friends are probably on the other side of the building right now looking for youā€“ but the thought of them finding you being fucked by this ā€˜entityā€™ triggers a rush of excitement through your body.
He holds your legs apart with his free arm. Between Haechanā€™s teases, the pace against your core, and the pressure of his thumbā€“ you were more than ready for your release.
ā€œF-Fuckā€¦ Iā€™m going toā€“ā€
ā€œDo it, baby. Cum all over my fingers. Show the world how desperate you are to get your pussy fingered by me,ā€ his pace fastens, his face desperate to watch you collapse on him.
ā€œHaechan!ā€ You scream his name as loud as possible, his fingers continuing to ride out your orgasm. It felt as if a life time of pleasure within the time of him slowing down his pace, to you finally catching your breath back as he slides right out of you.
The emptiness from inside you causes you to frown. You didnā€™t notice till this moment, Haechan had taken off his clothing while you were recovering, finally getting rid of the rest of yours.
ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½You did so good for me, princess,ā€ his lips trailing from the side of your face to your neck, eventually to your breasts.
You take a deep breath, still not fully recovered from your previous high. ā€œIā€™m still sensitive,ā€ you murmur to him as his tongue flicks over your nipple, his spit already coating them.
He pushes himself off of you, repositioning you both so that this time, youā€™re on top of him. Your eyes face the stillā€“open door ahead of you, while he faces the wall behind you. You look down as you two align yourselves together, practically teasing each other.
You couldnā€™t help but stare at his cock, cursing yourself as you didnā€™t notice how thick and big he is.
The thought of him being inside you sends a shiver down your spine and your lip quivering. ā€œYouā€™re so big... I need to feel you, I want to feel you inside of me please. No more games,ā€ your face grows hot after realizing how pathetic you sound, but this only sends Haechan to laugh in response.
ā€œYou want it so bad? Well if thatā€™s what you wantā€“ā€ before he finishes his sentence he grabs you by the waist slamming you down into him. ā€œThen thatā€™s what you fucking get,ā€ he groans into your ear.
A few curses and moans left your lips as you watch his cock disappear into your insides. The sound of your wetness against his skin filling not only the room but echoing in the hallway as well. His thumb pressing over the indentation of his cock against your skin, whimpers escaping him due to the sight. This was everything and more than what he had been waiting for.
Your hands find their way to his dark hair, grabbing a good amount as you fuck yourself on him, grinding down to his own rhythm. His hands find their way to your throat, squeezing the right amount to have your eyes rolling back.
ā€œThatā€™s right baby, put on a show for everyone to see. Letā€™s show everyone how good I fuck youā€“ how needy you get, begging to be filled up. I hope your pathetic friends walk by any second to watch as my cock fills you upā€¦ but I bet you would like that huh? Look at you, trying to escape my cock knowing how much you fucking want it,ā€ He grunts, his hips lifting as he starts fucking himself deeper into you.
ā€œAnswer me when I speak to you,ā€ he slaps your ass again, the stinging sensation bringing you back to the moment.
ā€œYes!ā€ You scream.
ā€œYes what?ā€
ā€œYes! I want everyone to see how good you fuck me! I want them to see you fill me up!ā€
That famously known smirk appearing on his face for a last time before he flips you over on your back again, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to bury himself deeper into you.
ā€œI want you to say my name when you cum, baby. You think youā€™re capable of that, hm?ā€ His pace fastens on you.
You body starting to shake from the pleasure as he starts hitting your sweet spot, his thrusts causing an additional burst of pleasure against your clit.
ā€œHaechan! Haec..ā€ you scream his name as if it were the only word you ever knew. Your insides throbbing tightly against him, he curses under his breath twitching inside you as you bring him to his release, letting his seed drip down your thigh.
You groan at the feeling of him leaving you, already missing the warmth he brought. The both of you finding yourselves back to reality and thatā€™s when it all started hitting.
You just had sex with some sort of supernatural entity.
And you liked it.
You feel Haechanā€™s warm breath against your ear as his voice drops to a low whisper. ā€œYour friendsā€¦ theyā€™re free to go. As for you, sweetheartā€¦ā€ His eyes lock with yours, and this time, theyā€™re filled with something deeper, darkerā€”a fierce longing mixed with possessiveness, a completion heā€™s longed for.
He brushes his thumb over your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. ā€œYou donā€™t remember me,ā€ he murmurs, his gaze never leaving yours, ā€œbut weā€™ve been together beforeā€¦ lifetimes ago. We were meant to be, you and I.ā€ He traces his thumb along your jaw, a soft smile pulling at his lips. ā€œWhen you lost your life back then, I followed soon after. Iā€™ve been stuck here ever since, a place where lost souls are tied to, searching. Iā€™ve been waiting for your spirit to return back to me.ā€
A chill runs through you, your heart racing as his words sink in. Your mind scrambles to process what heā€™s saying, but you canā€™t deny the strange pull, the connection that seems to tether you to him. It feelsā€¦ ancient, familiar in a way you canā€™t explain.
He leans in closer, his forehead pressing gently against yours. ā€œYou may not remember, but I know you feel it too. Youā€™ve always been mine.ā€
His words send a shiver down your spine, both thrilling and unsettling, and for a moment, you feel yourself drawn into his world, his promise of an eternal bond. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, his touch possessive yet filled with an almost aching tenderness. ā€œNow that youā€™re here,ā€ he whispers, ā€œwe can finally be together. Forever.ā€
Your stomach twists as his words linger in your mind. Slowly, the reality sets inā€”while your friends will walk free, youā€™re bound to stay. His smile is soft as he strokes your hair, but thereā€™s something haunting in his eyes, something that makes it clear this is not a choice. Heā€™s waited lifetimes for you, and he wonā€™t let you go.
A chill of fear creeps in, breaking through the warmth of his embrace. You glance toward the exit, the realization hitting hard: youā€™re not meant to leave. Youā€™re bound to this place, your spirit destined to remain hereā€¦ forever with Haechan.
As he pulls you closer, his words echo in your mind, a promise and a sentence intertwined. And though his gaze is filled with love, a deep-rooted fear takes hold. You know that this, now, is your eternityā€”your soul forever tethered to his, within these walls.
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gothic-thoughts Ā· 1 year ago
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Bombing
(I do not like this man šŸ™„šŸ™„ but here)
Ryomen Sukuna x Black Fem Reader Angst
YandereAU
CW: Kidnapping, love-bombing, choking, threats, nun too wild but y'know, Sukuna stuff
Word Count: 1286 (give or take)
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Hearing the door creak open, you pick your head up from your knees and watch in disdain as your captor steps into the room, shirtless as usual. You glare at him to mask your fear as you anxiously await his words. His piercing red eyes wander from you to the deformed creature standing silently across the room.
He had only blinked, sending the curse scampering out of the room and leaving the heavy door to slam shut behind it. You raise an eyebrow at the gesture since he had never been in your room alone. He continued to stare at you wordlessly, emotionless stare building tension in the room.
"I think...I've begun to love you."
Your heart sank to your stomach, but remembering who he was you scoffed. Sukuna had been nothing but abrasive, controlling, and demeaning since he had pulled you into his domain. At first, you being taken was supposed to be a way to mess with Itadori for annoying him but he didn't kill you, claiming for weeks that it was a waste of time. Although, if he was being serious, confessing this means he would hold you there for even longer regardless of Itadori's actions.
"What?" You snap.
"You heard me."
"Do you even know what loveĀ is? BecauseĀ this...isn't it."
"What, your room? Do you not want it?"
"I'm only shoved in here with a threat after I say something you don't like."
"I put you in this room when your pathetic escape attempts become a distraction. Not like you could anyway, but they are irritating nonetheless."
"And you think that'sĀ love?!"
"I admit, I was unsure of this until I recognized my ulterior purpose for making sure you don't leave."
"Do tell. I'mĀ dyingĀ to hear this."
He chuckles at your sarcasm, knowing that you wanted to annoy him.
"I realize my reluctance to let you leave truly arose from the idea of someone else being around you in any way. The brat, Fushiguro, that bastard, Gojo; anyone else. In here, I know where you are and your condition. It's difficult to do so when you're out of my reach. These actions of mine seem to stem from a more....positive form of passion."
"Well guess what? I don't want your quote-unquote, 'love'."
You blink and he was in front of you, leaned over and cupping your chin to make you look up at him. He starts to squeezeā€”a reminder that only take half a gram of force to shatter it while his claw-like nails prod into your cheek. Your eyes shut, forcing tears to involuntarily slip free all while he scoffs in disbelief.
"AreĀ you....denyingĀ me?" He snarled, "Because it was not a proposal."
"You don't love me."
"And who are you to say how I do and do not feel?"
"I'm an 'insignificant human with petty feelings' while you're a monster who's incapable of feeling anything for anyone but himself. You remember that, Curse King?"
He uses your face to pull you off the chair to stand before him, irritated glare aimed into your soul. You stare back with dried tears on your cheeks, awaiting your death.
"Do not make me hurt you."
"You. Can't. Love."
He smirks, "I'm insulted that you thought that would work on me."
Sukuna's hand slides to your mouth, covering it and your nose to smother you while you try to push away. He grabs your other shoulder and holds you still while the punches and slaps to his face grew as weak as your knees. He watches in amusement as you panic without a plan, enough air or energy to fight back before your eyes flutter shut, head dropping backward.
He holds his hands in place for a couple seconds longer, making sure you were completely out before pulling you to his chest with a chuckle. He sighs in bliss and slowly lowers you to the cold floor by your wrist.
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After a groggy whine, I watch the beautiful outline of my lover's body slowly sit up after about 3 hours. I watch as she fixes her hair before frantically tapping all over her body, panting for any signs that I've hurt her when she notices me. She stares with horror and backs herself against the headboard.
I uncross my legs and stand, eyes never leave hers as I step closer to the bed to watch her intensely. She remained silent, looking down at the red silk that covered the bed as if bowing for forgiveness, body quivering with fear while the moonlight illuminates the small amounts of sweat pricking her neck.
"I don't hurt the things I care about." I say smirking when she flinches at my voice, "You're fine."
ā€œWhy was doing it necessary?ā€ She mumbles.
"Your stubbornness was becoming a nuisance."
ā€œJust...leave me alone. Please.ā€
ā€œI just said that no harm has come to you since you've fallen unconscious."
"Bullshit."
Chuckling, I step around the corner of the bed to sit next to her when she scrambles off the opposite side. I step around the bed to follow but as I reach her she flinches away violently, defending her face with her arms. I close the gap between us, marveling at every inch of pretty brown skin glowing with the fiery aura of candlelight.Ā So...so intoxicating.
I move her arms from her face to see her face glow just as beautifully as the rest of her form while she continues sniffling pathetically.Ā Poor thing is terrified. I shush her whimpers and grab her chin, forcing her dark eyes to lock with my red ones.
ā€œThatā€™s enough, pet. No more anguish." I caress her cheek with my thumb, "Since we've met youā€™ve had nothing but tears in your eyes.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re a nightmare.ā€ She snarled, eyes flickering to my bare chest.
ā€œLookĀ at me when you speak.ā€ I softly shake her head to force her eyes back to mine, ā€œNow, tell me something, and be sincere."
"I hate you."
"No, not that. In the amount of time between abducting you and this very moment, how many times have I brought harm to you?"
"YouĀ suffocated me."
"And did that hurt? No, you were just afraid."
"You could if you wanted to. And it wouldn't even matter or wear you out."
"You're right to be terrified, but have my efforts to charm you demonstrated nothing but care?"
"You killed millions of people and children."
I roll my eyes, "I was referring to my actions towardsĀ you, pet."
"Who cares?! I'm just your leverage."
"You are not a threat to me, therefore I am not one to you. My minions have been heavily warned about touching you."
"Your minions..."
"They will only do so when necessary, such as if you escape as you've seen multiple times now."
I firmly take her hand and sigh with bliss, caressing away a streak of moisture on her other cheek with my thumb.
"I've kept you here for weeks, have I failed to treat you well?"
She furrows her eyebrows, "Again,Ā you knocked me out."
"Have you not been eating? Have you not been accompanied for your safety? Must I hold you close to me while moving from room to room like some sort of lap dog?"
"Wha--"
"If that's what I have to do to keep you here, I haveĀ noĀ problem catering to that."
"I never said that, and what makes you think I wanna be around you any more than I already am?!"
"Nonsense." I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her warm body close, holding eye contact with her, "Don't worry, pet, in time, you'll learn to love me. Until then, you'll stay here protected from everything."
"Everything except you."
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HII,I experimented a lot with this draw yeah
This is the beta design of my main oc,I liked the first concept a lot so I made an AU, itā€™s like a yandereAU
btw her name is Carrie
I was like that video of family guy when Lois ask Peter ā€œPeter how are you doing that ?ā€ And Peter says ā€œI donā€™t know Lois Iā€™m scared šŸ˜­ā€
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Pretty Boy (Yandere Sub!Yeosang x Reader)
CW: Yandere/Possessive behavior, jealousy, self-doubt/deprecation, masturbation, explicit sexual fantasies, msub, fingering, choking, mirror kink, cum eating, olfactophilia (turned on by smells).
A/N: Sorry it's late I accidentally put it in my drafts instead of posting it because I'm dumb. hope you enjoy and please let me know if you guys want more yandere sub content or more Yeosang content. my requests and ask box are open if you have any other ideas.
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You met at a fan sign. The fan sign was organized so each fan could meet their bias, so the most biased members were put first.
Due to Yeosangs more reserved nature, he didnā€™t have many fans that biased him so he was put last.
He somewhat expected this after all he wasnā€™t as outgoing and attention-grabbing as his other members. Just because he expected it doesnā€™t mean that his feelings werenā€™t hurt, however.
Yeosang put in more effort during this comeback asking for more lines and wearing more eyecatching outfits, he even got his own dance break. But it seemed that his efforts were futile because while his members all had fans lining up to meet them, lavishing them with gifts and showering them with praise Yeosang sat there with nobody across from him.
He held out hope that somebody would come to see him but no matter how many fans acknowledged him with a wave or a hello they always ended up sitting across from somebody else.
And so the event continued with Yeosang sitting and waiting while he listened to the lively conversations happening around him. The fans in the lines talking about the newest comeback while next to him sat Jongho talking with a fan. The fan mirrored many of the sentiments he heard throughout the course of the event ā€œyouā€™re so talentedā€ ā€œI loved your partā€ ā€œyouā€™re so handsomeā€ ā€œI love all of the members but youā€™re definitely my biasā€
As much as he hated to admit it Yeosang was jealous. Why wouldnā€™t anyone say that about him? He came to the conclusion a while ago that maybe he isnā€™t as handsome or talented as the rest of the group. That thought really hit him a month ago when he was scrolling through a fansite. After scrolling for a bit he saw three posts that really affected him.
The first was a listing of someone offering to sell a photocard of San, the set price was 30$ and just as Yeosang was thinking that was way too much to pay for 1 photocard he realized that it had been sold. That alone wasnā€™t what bothered Yeosang though, the next post was a video of a fan doing an album unboxing. Even though Yeosang wasnā€™t particularly popular among atiny he still loved them with all of his heart which is why he opted to watch the video. The video was going well until it came to revealing the photocards, the fan specifically stated that they hoped for a Seonghwa or Wooyoung photocard before adding that they wouldnā€™t be disappointed with pulling a Mingi either. But as the fan revealed the photocards her face went from an expression of excitement to one of disappointment. She changed to a more neutral expression before revealing the photocards to the camera. There were 2 Yeosang photocards, one of which was a limited edition. Usually, fans are happy to pull limited edition photocards, however Yeosang could clearly see that this fan was not happy with the results of her unboxing. He chose to exit the video before it ended to spare his feelings but after seeing the next post he realized his mistake. It was another listing for the two photocards from the previous video, the listing read ā€œIā€™m trading these two photo cards. If I donā€™t receive any offers soon I will just include them as freebies in my next sale.ā€
After that, he closed his laptop and hasnā€™t been on any fansites since then. He could understand why Sanā€™s photocard would sell for more than his but really he was only worth being given away as a free addition to another memberā€™s photocard purchase?
Every second that passed Yeosang felt worse, after a while, he decided to look around the room. Even if atiny doesnā€™t want to see him he still wants to see them, he scanned the room observing the fans even exchanging looks and smiles with some of them. While looking around his eyes fell to the door just as it opened.
In you walked, your movements were a bit rushed, presumably because you were late. Yeosangā€™s eyes never left your figure as you walked up to security, handing them your ticket and allowing him to check your bags. There were two. One seemed to be your personal bag while the other was a gift bag. You spoke with the guard for a second and whatever you said surprised him as he began pointing you toward the lines.
You began moving toward the lines and Yeosangs interest grew, he wondered who you were here to see. He figured that there were 7 options excluding himself because if nobody else was here to see him then why would you be? The closer you got the more enamored he became, you were absolutely beautiful. Your pace slowed a bit and you were slowly making your way through the venue. He took in every detail about you that he could from head to toe. From your hair that looked extremely soft, to your face which he wanted nothing more than to get a better look at. Your outfit was slightly dressy while still appearing casual, the weather was warm so your outfit was showing some skin while remaining appropriate. Speaking of your skin it was just as beautiful as the rest of you being a nice rich brown color that looked as if you were glowing under the lighting of the venue. You continued on with a slight bounce in your step indicating that you were excited to be here until you reached the first line.
The first line was for Sanā€™s table, the most popular member of the group. Yeosang understood why he was so popular, he was handsome (more than any person should be in Yeoā€™s opinion) not to mention an extremely strong dancer, vocalist, and an all-around nice guy. But even with all of that, you continued past Sanā€™s line much to Yeosangā€™s surprise.
You approached the next line which belonged to Mingi. A talented rapper with a tall defined physique. He often caught fansā€™ attention, due to his height he was hard to miss. Even if you donā€™t see him youā€™ll be guaranteed to hear him. His deep voice always stands out in studio recordings or live performances, when he announces himself with a ā€œFIX ON '' you know that itā€™s Mingiā€™s turn. There was a time when Yeosang thought that maybe if he had a tag like that then he would get noticed more but the thought quickly shut itself down as he began to feel nervous at the mere idea of announcing himself so boldly like that. However once again you continued past Mingiā€™s line with no hesitation 2/7 down.
Next was Ateez self-proclaimed ā€œSexy Guyā€ Yeosangā€™s best friend of many years Wooyoung. If someone like you was gonna stop for anybody then Yeosang would bet money that it was him. Wooyoung was virtually perfect, in all aspects he had a great balance of cute and sexy all while maintaining his unique personality. While Yeosang found Wooyoungā€™s personality to be a bit much for him at first they grew to like each other. Wooyoung just tended to draw people in which had a big hand in his popularity, after all he was able to become best friends with someone as reserved Yeosang. If someone as perfect as you was to bias anyone then Yeosang was happy that it was his best friend, or so he thought. Once again you walked past Wooyoungā€™s line much to Yeosangs shock.
The closer you got the more Yeosang had a chance to look at you, every step you took revealed another detail for his eyes to observe making him like you more. He began to zone out as he tended to do, staring at you and imagining what it would be like if you sat at his table. Even though he was the celebrity he found himself excited at the thought of meeting you. What was your name? Where were you from? What did you like? What did your voice sound like? What would you smell like? Was your skin as soft as it looked?
As Yeosang got lost in his mind thinking about you he failed to realize you were coming toward him. He didnā€™t notice how you walked past all of the other members until finally, you were standing in front of him.
ā€œHey, Iā€™m (Y/N) is it okay if I sit,ā€ you say softly
He snaps out of his daydream and stares at you with a shocked look on his face. Before heā€™s able to stop himself his thoughts find their way out of his mouth as he quietly asks ā€œYouā€™re here to see me?ā€
ā€œOf course it is a meet your bias event after all why wouldnā€™t I be here to see you?ā€ you say with a joking tone. Before he has a chance to respond, realization washed over your face ā€œitā€™s okay if you donā€™t want to meet with me right now I know youā€™re shy. Iā€™m sorry I was so excited that I didnā€™t even consider why you were sitting here aloneā€ you said sincerely ā€œI can go see someone else if you want to be alone, youā€™re my favorite member and Iā€™d hate to make you uncomfortable.ā€
What? You were gonna leave? Why would he want that? You just got here you can't go! You canā€™t leave him for another member! He canā€™t let you leave! These thoughts raced through Yeosangs head before he quickly replied ā€œ NO! Itā€™s fine you can sit '' he rushed out a bit louder than he intended ā€œjust please donā€™t goā€ coming out a little more desperate than he wished. Despite his outburst, you took the seat across from him as you two began your conversation.
The conversation was actually going very well. Yeosang shocked himself with how well he was maintaining this interaction, he even kept eye contact the whole time. He pushed aside all of his shyness and anxiety to make sure that the interaction wasnā€™t awkward in order to make you stay, and it was working. You even laughed at his jokes!
A few minutes into the conversation he gestured to the gift bag which you sat on your lap. ā€œOh yeah these are gifts for you, theyā€™re not much but I hope you like them,ā€ you say as you slide the bag across the table. He takes it and places it with his personal items so it wonā€™t get lost or mixed up with the other gifts when security comes to clear the table and put the gifts in the car.
Finally, he gets what heā€™s been wanting this whole time. A fan just for him, someone to give him gifts and compliment him. With every word you spoke to him his previous feelings of being inadequate abandoned his mind, all he could think about was you. You recognized his hard work complimenting his vocal parts and his dance break. He was so ecstatic that you noticed!
ā€œI noticed that you switched up your style this comeback, I think it looks really good on you.ā€ you say ā€œthen again you always look very pretty,ā€ you said passively not really thinking about it. However, once you say it A deep blush overtakes Yeosangā€™s face as he replays the words in his head. You YOU think heā€™s pretty? He couldnā€™t believe it. Not many people have said that about him, especially recently when all of the attention was on everyone else. But if you said it then nobody elseā€™s opinion really matters. In fact, it doesnā€™t matter if Yeosang had any other fans youā€™re the most important one, he doesnā€™t need fans lining up to see him, heā€™s glad that thereā€™s nobody in his line because if they were then he wouldnā€™t be able to spend the rest of the event talking to you.
You sit there lost in conversation for 30 minutes just talking about random things, laughing and joking like you were old friends. Security approached the artist tables telling them to wrap up their conversations because the event was coming to an end. No no no it canā€™t end! They canā€™t leave! We were just getting somewhere! The thought of you leaving sends Yeosang into a mild panic. He finally has a fan, someone just for him and now he may never see them again! Just as his thoughts begin to run rampant your voice cuts them off ā€œif you donā€™t mind I would love to take a pictureā€ you say sweetly.
ā€œUh yeah okayā€ he agrees. As you take out your phone he notices your phone case, or rather what was inside of it. It was a photocardā€¦ of HIM, he stops you to ask about it. ā€œIs that me?ā€ he asks ā€œoh yeahā€ you reply ā€œitā€™s the limited edition photocard, I even decorated it wanna see?ā€ you say excitedly. He nods as you hand him the phone. He observes it and notices your decorations. It's surrounded by stickers, some hearts and stars and across the bottom, thereā€™s a name spelled out in sparkly letters ā€œSangieā€ he says a bit confused. ā€œ Itā€™s a nickname I came up with for you because when I was decorating it I ran out of y stickers,ā€ you say. The nickname repeats in his head until you speak again ā€œYou know I really wanted that photocard in particular, it was super lucky that I found it for free on a fansite, all I had to do was trade the Seonghwa and Wooyoung photocards I pulled and they traded with me. 2 regular photo cards for a limited edition I couldnā€™t believe itā€ you said while reaching for your phone.
He walks around the table so you two can take a picture together. While you prepare your camera he stands next to you. Wow, they smell so nice he thinks trying to smell you discreetly. ā€œOk, you ready?ā€ you ask he nods and positions himself smiling with you as you snap the picture. ā€œWait, I want to take one on my phone too,ā€ he says hastily, grabbing his phone. After yall take your pictures together it was time to leave. Much to his dismay, you had to part ways. He reaches out for a handshake but you donā€™t realize so you pull him into a hug. ā€œIt was nice meeting you, I hope that we can meet again Yeosang '' you whisper in his ear. This action caused Yeosang to have many thoughts and feelings from how warm and soft you are, to how nice it feels to be this close, to him almost cumming in his pants, before finally landing on one thought you will meet again no matter what he has to do. After a few seconds you finally pull away and leave the venue, it takes all of Yeosangā€™s power not to pull you back and ask you to stay but he knows he canā€™t. He can only watch despairingly as you leave.
During the car ride back to the dorm everyone else was talking amongst themselves, but not Yeosang. He instead opted to sit in the back corner thinking about you the entire way home. On the way home they pick up some dinner and once they reach the dorms everyone sits in the living room to eat and converse while he goes to eat in his room.
He wanted to be alone when he opened your gift so he closed the door and sat on his bed. He eagerly opened the bag being excited to have a piece of you for himself. Inside the bag was a custom hoodie with a hehetmon in the middle, some of the snacks he said he liked in an interview, a plushie of his favorite character, a bracelet that said ā€œsangieā€ and a knit blanket that looked handmade. As he was looking at his gifts taking time to look at and appreciate each one he noticed two things: one all of the gifts smelled like you and two that there was a note taped to the hoodie. He smiles before adorning himself in the gifts slipping on the hoodie, placing the bracelet on his wrist and the blanket over his lap cuddling the plushie surrounding himself in your scent before opening the letter. He made sure to open it very carefully, being sure not to damage it and began reading it. The letter was fairly long and included many things including some compliments and praise, some information on the gifts (you did make the blanket) but what really caught his eye was the end. ā€œI know that this is a bit of a long shot but if you ever want to get in contact here are my social medias and my phone number, thereā€™s no pressure to use them but I'd love to hear from you. Hope you enjoy the gifts pretty boy love, (Y/N).ā€
He rushed to grab his phone and open Instagram. He switched to his alt account and typed in the username in the letter and sure enough there you were. He began going through all of your pictures screenshotting his favorites (all of them) so he didnā€™t lose them. There were four that particularly caught his eye. The first was a pic of you at the beach glowing in the sunlight wearing a swimsuit that wasnā€™t particularly modest. The next was a picture of you. It was a candid shot of you sitting on your bed casually watching a movie in your pajamas. He wished that he was the one taking these pictures of you, accompanying you to the beach, or cuddling with you in bed watching a movie. The final pictures were together. The first was you wearing Ateez merch holding your albums happily and the next was you booking your tickets for the fan meet he saw the other Yeosang photocard on your desk.
As he was scrolling back through the pictures he found himself back at the top of the page his finger lingering above the message button. should he do it? In the letter you said that he could reach out and he wants to talk to you again. But did you really mean that or were you just being nice? Would you think he was weird and creepy for texting you less than 2 hours after seeing you? Would you block him because it was an alt account? Eventually, Yeosang had psyched himself out so much that he decided against it. He was feeling a lot of emotions at the moment: anxiety, insecurity, confusion, happiness but the one that was dominating at the moment was lust. He didnā€™t know what was setting him off like this. Was it your Instagram pictures, your scent lingering on the gifts surrounding him, the memories of meeting you at the event. Ultimately he realized that it was a combination of the three.
He got up to look out his door making sure that his roommates werenā€™t coming in the room, sure enough, Wooyoung was nowhere to be seen, probably with San who also was absent and Jongho was doing a Vlive. He closed and locked his door, dimming the lights and getting comfortable on his bed. He removed his pants and underwear leaving himself only in the hoodie you gifted him, he took a deep inhale savoring your scent before laying on his back. He set the plushie on his cock and slowly began grinding against it as he reached over to his nightstand to grab his phone and a discreetly packaged bottle of lube. He squeezed some lube on one hand spreading it around his fingers before trailing them down his body past his cock stopping to tease his hole. He unlocked his phone to look at the pictures he screenshotted from your instagram, equipped with the pictures and his imagination he began slowly sliding one finger into his tight hole pushing it deeper as he grinded against the plushie. He bit down on the collar of the hoodie to hide his moans from his group mates as he began to imagine that his hand was yours, that the soft warm welcoming hand he shook earlier was here fingering his needy little asshole. While swiping through the pictures he came across the beach picture, this turned him on so much it caused him to slip another finger inside himself stretching the tight rim and eliciting a high pitched pathetic moan of your name from his mouth only muffled by the fabric of the hoodie that was doused in your scent. He gradually began to speed up his ministrations until he was using his finger to aggressively pound into his hole desperately searching for his sweet spot. You would probably be able to find it, he thought you would probably finger his tight hole so well while praising him with your sweet voice. He wondered how you would do it, if it were up to him he would want you to put him on his back spreading his legs while pinning his hands above his head with one hand using the other to drill 2 or maybe even 3 of your big fingers into his slutty little ass. Or maybe you would sit him on your lap feeling your larger body against his back as he sits on you facing a mirror, both of you watching as you jerk him off while choking him with your fingers. Making him gag on them for a bit before taking them out and using his drool as lube to begin stretching his hole out. Making him cum all over his stomach you stop jerking his sensitive cock but you continue fingering him using the hand that was previously stroking his cock to pick up some of his mess and forcing them into his mouth he cleaned them and once you removed them he began whining about overstimulation. But you wouldn't listen would you? No you would simply take that hand and wrap it around his throat choking him while looking at him in the mirror, he wanted nothing more than to hear you call him pretty again. Your pretty boy Yeosangie. Before his thoughts about you could go any further he was cut off by an intense pleasure overtaking his body he looked at the picture of you on his screen before letting out one last call of your name and cumming.
After he calmed down he quickly realized that he made a mistake. He forgot to move the plushie he was grinding on and now it's ruined with his cum. He quickly moved to grab a napkin and wipe it off, he was able to get most of it off however there was still a stain. He had to make a decision: should he wash it out, thus causing your scent to be washed from the plushie forever or should he just leave it for a while? He opted to leave the stain just until your scent fades naturally and then wash it. He cleans everything up, unlocks the door and gets back in his bed. He was exhausted from the day he had so he drifted off to sleep quickly dreaming of you.
The next day was a break for them after such a busy day yesterday so Yeosang chose to chill in the dorms just hanging out with his group mates. Eventually it was lunch time, he was sitting at the table eating with some members when he got a notification telling him that you posted on instagram. He quickly opened it up but before he was able to fully enjoy the image Mingi came up behind him taking a peek at his phone screen. ā€œWOAH WHOā€™S THATā€ he yells startling Yeosang. ā€œNobodyā€ Yeosang replies quickly with a hint of nervousness in his voice. ā€œWell whoever it is they are really attractiveā€ he states Yeosang can feel himself getting upset but he tries to dismiss it after all you ARE attractive and clearly Mingi didn't mean any harm by it. Just as he was getting his feelings reigned in, Mingi spoke againā€ Hey bro what's their instagram?ā€ ā€œWhy do you want to know?ā€ Yeosang asked, trying to mask the jealousy in his tone. ā€œWell I mean why not? Theyā€™re hot and it's not like we have a dating banā€ he said, pulling out his phone. Yeosang was already angry but he needed to find a way to avoid giving Mingi the information without having an outburst. No matter what he couldn't let Mingi get to you, if he did then it would be over. So he does the only thing he can think of, he drops his phone and plays it off. ā€œOh shitā€ he says before picking it up ā€œsorry let me get the @ for youā€ he turns it back on quickly refreshing the pageā€ damn sorry Mingi i wasn't following her and when my phone fell it refreshed the page and i lost herā€ he lied. With a disappointed look, Mingi put his phone away and said ā€œItā€™s ok Yeo just let me know if you find it againā€ ā€œi sure willā€ he lied again, this time with a smile.
To avoid suspicion he waited a bit before retiring to his room, despite his earlier acting, he was still shaken up by the situation. It was a close call and he almost lost you, he can't let that happen again. What happens next time someone finds you attractive and decides to try to get with you? This time he was able to stop it but what happens next time someone tries to dm you or worse approaches you in real life! He slowly begins to panic at the thought of you becoming a fan of somebody else. NO! You were HIS fan! Only his! You called him pretty and gave him gifts! Not Mingi or anyone else! Finally, he knew what he had to do.
With a shaky hand he grabbed his phone, opening it to t Instagram, he found your account and typed out a message attaching a picture of himself as proof. He hurriedly clicked send before he could psych himself out again.
About half an hour after you posted a picture on instagram you got a dm notification from a random account. This account had no followers or content but you decided to check it. You were met with a short sweet message and a picture attached that explained the weirdness of the account, it was an alt account. Once you were sure of who it was you sent a message back.
Yeosang sat at the edge of his bed, every vibration of his phone sent a shiver down his spine as he rushed to check it. Much to his disappointment, the notifications were never the ones he wanted to see, they were never from you. Until it was. He opened the dm within seconds and the message he received was all he wanted to see.
@(Y/N) sent a message
ā€œHey pretty boy, I missed you.ā€
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DISCLAIMER : The contents of this blog might be triggering for some readers. The intention of the author is not to glorify or romanticize toxic behaviors.Ā 
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OT7
YAN! BTS As Your Boss
KIM SEOKJIN
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AGE OF INNOCENCE
SUMMARY :Ā Ā  He adores the fact that you love kids. But the only kids you should be loving should be the ones you would have. With him. Heā€™ll make sure of it, anyway
MIN YOONGI
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ANTI-HERO
SUMMARY : As a failing idol, you had to make money somehow. Thatā€™s how Min Yoongi came into your life. The man whose name was feared in all of Seoul inserted himself into your life. Little did you know that he would change the course of it too.
ā€œThis country would know your name. Even if I have to force them to memorize it at gunpoint.ā€
JUNG HOSEOK
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TOSKA
SUMMARY : The Mating Season is a wondrous time for all the wolves. Well, as wondrous as Alphas fighting against Alphas for their desires Omegas can be. You wish for it to pass quickly. Receive zero offers or worse, get mated to an Alpha that had been the part of the group of wolves that had bullied you throughout your childhood. However, bad luck comes knocking at your door in the form of the Alphaā€™s son, also the reason you were ostracized and tormented as a child.
PART I
PART II
KIM NAMJOON
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REVERENCE
SUMMARY : Moving into a posh neighborhood was supposed to be fun. However, you quickly come to realize that big houses hide big secrets. Your life goes downhill and itā€™s all due to one man - Kim Namjoon.
PARK JIMIN
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SAVIOUR
SUMMARY :Ā  Because dead doesnā€™t mean gone.
KIM TAEHYUNG
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BOY IN LUV
SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when have things ever gone your way?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
JEON JUNGKOOK
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SWEET BIRD
Summary : As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.
KILL TO KISS YOU
Summary :Ā  Being in the business of selling pleasure, you're no stranger to customers getting a little too attached. But when the head of the syndicate that has painted your town red arrives to stake his claim on the club you work in, all you can think about is making you paycheck fatter. You'd never been shy about your love for material possessions and if there was anyone who could give you things beyond your wildest dreams, it was the Boss, Jeon Jungkook. It took some convincing but he fell in your lap. What you didn't expect was his attachment. It only proves to be...too much.
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luvksj Ā· 3 years ago
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Yandere!GOT7: You Successfully Escape
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[a/n]: hereā€™s a yandere got7 thing for you! iā€™m sorry for being so inactive, itā€™s because i have writerā€™s block and donā€™t know what to write. i wanna be unique with my stories but itā€™s hard when everything you write, you hateĀ šŸ˜…
please support got7 and all other artists, make sure you listen to GOT7ā€²s first song as a free group, no longer restricted by JYP and his stupid chains of limitations. have you listened to BTSā€™ newest comeback and their new songs? i really loved them especially RUN BTS!Ā 
anyway, please enjoy this little drabble!Ā šŸ„°
pov: after so long, you finally escaped hell and the devil himselfĀ 
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ā€œFUCK!ā€ he cursed angrily, tossing his phone across the room - blinded by rage. He, yet again, received a negative call from his contacts informing him that they couldnā€™t find you. Youā€™ve been missing for two whole weeks now. Two weeks since you left him, disappearing without a single trace - all information about you vanished.Ā 
The only things he has left of you are the many trackers he placed on all your belongings and your phone. Oh... they were also destroyed beyond repair.Ā 
Mark couldnā€™t fathom this happening. You would have been found and punished by now. You clearly thought this one out. He canā€™t handle many things but the one thing that irks him the most is being without you and being unable to fix that. You belonged to him, you were his and his only.Ā 
He made that clear right from the get-go. But Mark refused to give up, when he wants something heā€™ll get it no matter what. He was stubborn but sometimes that stubbornness paid off. He hoped itā€™d pay off soon because he didnā€™t know how long he could handle being without you.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t care how long it takes... I will find you, Y/N. And once I do... Iā€™ll show you who you belong to.ā€Ā 
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He bit his lip, frustrated. Another failed attempt at trying to find you. He had checked all your usual spots and asked your friends and family but all results came back negative. No one knew where you were.Ā 
Looking down at his phone, he stared at all the messages - each written differently but conveying the same taunting message he had been receiving for the past week.Ā ā€œSorry, I couldnā€™t find her. She wasnā€™t here.ā€Ā 
The house was trashed, everything destroyed during his rage fit when he came home to discover you were gone. No letter, phone smashed, all his trackers sitting in a neat pile - also smashed and the cat you adopted together, Nora, also missing.Ā 
Jaebum didnā€™t really care about the cat missing. He cared about you missing. You were gone. His reason for existence, his sunshine on his cloudiest days, and his one and only. You were gone and everything he has tried had only led him to a dead end.Ā 
Running a hand through his hair frustrated, he gripped at his black locks and looked down at the coffee table, covered in papers containing information about you. Jaebum was going to find you. He would spend his whole life searching for you if he had to.
ā€œShe wasnā€™t at xxx today... that leaves me with limited options. Thatā€™s alright. Donā€™t worry, Iā€™ll find you, Y/N and once I do... youā€™ll never step outside again.ā€
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He kicked the table in anger, ignoring the vase he just smashed. He had just returned from a meeting with your friends - sweet talking them into meeting him. The meeting was a failure. Despite his using his strong charm, no one knew where you were.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Jackson. She hasnā€™t replied to any of our texts and has removed herself from our group chat.ā€ your friend informed him, showing him all of the unanswered texts. Jackson would contact you but you had blocked him... on everything - including in real life via a restraining order.Ā 
It has been five days since you went missing. Disappearing while he was out partying and since then, he has been spending every single second of every day trying to find you. Since Jackson couldnā€™t approach you, he had manipulated your friends into helping him using his irresistible charm.Ā 
But theyā€™ve been no help. Looking at a picture of you and him, hanging near the entrance - you were both smiling. Why did you leave him?? He gave you everything you wanted and more! He pulled down the picture and smiled, caressing your face with his fingers.Ā 
ā€œY/N... why did you leave me? Have I not made you happy? You look happy in this photo though... where are you, baby?ā€
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Jinyoung punches the wall in anger,Ā ā€œYouā€™re fucking joking me.ā€ He hangs up and stares at the hole he created - letting out an exasperated sigh. You were really testing him, his patience was slowly running thin with every second you were separated from him.Ā 
It had been over a week - sixteen days exactly since you left him. Running away while he was sleeping and he shouldā€™ve heard you but unfortunately for him, you slipped Zolpidem (a drug used for treating insomnia) into his nightly tea. So, waking up to see you missing was not ideal for him at all.Ā 
He dedicated all his time to find you. He talked to everyone that knew you: colleagues, friends, family... anyone that knew you, he was in contact with. But, no one knew of your whereabouts, saying that youā€™ve disappeared off the Earth. You belonged to Jinyoung and why did you need to run away in the first place? He had already gotten rid of anything that threatened your relationship... so what was the point?
Staring at the wall, Jinyoung calmed himself and sat down - clearly annoyed with the lack of progress heā€™s made in finding you. You wouldā€™ve been found by now if you werenā€™t so stubborn and turned off all the trackers he placed. You also got rid of your phone as your number wasĀ ā€˜no longer availableā€™. But he was going to find you... if it was the last thing he did.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll find you soon, Y/N... donā€™t you worry. And once I do, Iā€™ll show you what happens when you run away from your master.ā€Ā 
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Sighing, he entered the empty house and placed his belongings down. Heading for the bedroom, Youngjae collapsed on the bed - clearly tired from todayā€™s activities. Looking at the side, he stared solemnly at the untouched area of the bed. Itā€™s been untouched for two days.Ā 
Thatā€™s how long itā€™s been since you left him. Disappearing one day while he was at work and unfortunately, on that day, all the cameras he installed inside the house were down for repairs. So... Youngjae was at square one on his mission to find you.Ā 
He had spent today at work, conversing with his co-workers - especially your sister who works with him. Youngjae had been attached to her side, bombarding her with questions about your whereabouts but she was just as clueless.Ā ā€œYeah... Iā€™m sorry Youngjae, her number doesnā€™t work anymore.ā€ your sister informed him. Well, thatā€™s fucking great. Another piece of evidence he canā€™t use.
In his arms was his favorite picture of you. You were the reason Youngjae lived without you, living seemed pointless... like life had no worth. But, he refused to give up and he would continue to devote every second of every day to finding you. Youngjae hoped to have you back soon because being without you was like hell... and he didnā€™t know if he could handle it.
ā€œI must not give up. I will find you, Y/N L/N... hopefully soon though because each day without you is hell and I donā€™t know how long I can endure it.ā€
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Hitting his desk in anger, he once again received negative results from his contacts.Ā ā€œIā€™m sorry, boss... she wasnā€™t here.ā€ BamBam had received different versions of this message from many people in the past twelve days. Yup, it has been twelve days since you disappeared and in BamBamā€™s opinion, thatā€™s far too long.Ā 
You belonged to him and thatā€™s that. Youā€™re his lover, his one and only. He couldnā€™t understand how you escaped the tightly-secured house he spent fortunes on. The latest security cameras, round-the-clock security, a private neighborhood, and tall concrete walls that encased everything. He had everything accounted for but you still somehow escaped.Ā 
Right now, BamBam was sure there was a traitor amongst his team. BamBam would find them and torture them - until they begged for death. How dare they help you escape. He had already started interrogating every single staff member but they were all clean.Ā 
Leaning back on his chair, he glances at his hand - admiring the engagement rings he had brought for you. On the day BamBam planned to propose, you had disappeared. The ring was the only thing he had left of you and it currently remained his most prized possession... until he found you.Ā 
ā€œYou belong to me, Y/N. Every single bit from the air you breathe to the farts you let out... they all belong to me. I will find you, my love. Just you wait...ā€
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Heā€™s at the end of his wits. All possible options have turned out negative, all leading him to a dead end - he couldnā€™t believe it. You, his love - the reason he wakes up each morning, disappeared like you were nothing but just a figment of his imagination.Ā 
Burying his head in his hands, Yugyeom emitted a frustrated scream. He stared at all the notes he made and crossed off another potential option, the list dangerously shortening. He had just come home from a hangout with his friends after they dragged him out of his apartment - declaring he needed a break.Ā 
Yugyeom had been spending every second of every day trying to look for you. He searched high and low, leaving no stone unturned. He couldnā€™t understand why youā€™d leave him? He loved you and showered you in affection. And you looked so happy so why would you leave him when you were happy with him?
Looking at his remaining options, Yugyeom promised himself heā€™d find you. He didnā€™t care how long or what he had to do - heā€™d get you back. All he wanted to know is what prompted you to leave and heā€™d fixed it immediately... even if he had to spill some blood. He didnā€™t care, Yugyeom just wanted you back and didnā€™t care how he did it. You were his and heā€™d like to keep it that way.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t worry, baby... Iā€™ll find you. I promise. I wonā€™t give up, surely you must be somewhere. I still got some options left but Iā€™m getting low so... letā€™s hope I find you soon.ā€
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Jaebum grunted in frustration. The members had just returned from their rounds and they all came back negative,Ā ā€œSorry hyung. Y/N wasnā€™t at xxx-ā€Ā ā€œNor was she at xxx.ā€ It had been almost a month since you disappeared and it was driving them insane how they couldnā€™t find you.Ā 
For fucks sake, they were idols with millions of fans worldwide and had contacts in almost every country - so why werenā€™t you found already? You had turned off all their trackers and your phone so they couldnā€™t track you - which made things harder cause itā€™s what they relied on.Ā 
They couldnā€™t understand why youā€™d want to leave them? They gave you everything you wanted and more. People would dream about living your life. Did you know how many people wanted to be like you, dating one of the biggest boybands in K-pop. Yes, they could just find someone else but no. GOT7 was stubborn and GOT7 wanted you and you only.Ā 
Looking over their notes again, they were sure they had missed something. Their patience was slowly running thin and if they didnā€™t find you soon... they would lose it. You were the reason they endured the difficult lifestyle of being idols. Their source of inspiration and encouragement on their toughest days.Ā 
You were also the reason they were filming so many variety shows - going to different places in South Korea. It was a mere excuse to search for you and of course, no one cared because all they cared about was money. GOT7 would find you and once they did, theyā€™d never let you go again.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t think weā€™ve checked here and here... letā€™s go here. If we tell them weā€™re filming another season of Hard Carry, they wonā€™t suspect a thing. Or maybe we could...ā€
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lilac-den Ā· 4 years ago
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So the mc possibly turning into an obsessively clingy yandere may or may not have been inhereted from Lucifer? šŸ‘€ I just saw that ask and now I'm interested in learning more about the yandere au.
Possibly? I might not push it too far to where you can kill whoever as you please šŸ˜‘ I rather not have glorified murder in my game.
But while MC may have inherit their yandere-part from Lucifer, it doesn't define them - it's mainly how they deal with affection that can lead to it. For Lucifer, he is quite resistant (mainly because he's a logical man) and plus, he doesn't let himself go 'yandere'...well, not entirely but rather not go too deep on this. XD
So yeah, the more you know~
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abobaaa99 Ā· 9 months ago
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yandererubix Ā· 4 years ago
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Yandere ABCā€™S
featuring keith and yan pico :D
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Ā Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Believe it or not, all this boy would do is just snuggle, or maybe watch a movie. You bet your ass it can and will get very intense, and it makes them both thankful of the lack of neighbors.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Jesus christ, Pico went through enough trauma to not be affected by blood anymore. He would blast that fucker through the head quicker then you can hide, yet if its with his friends heā€™ll be a bit more hesitant, choosing instead to have a littleĀ ā€˜talkā€™ with them. He would kill them if he felt he had to, though. edit: poor gf would definitely be the first to die
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
He might try and dehumanize Keith a tiny bit, if not just to make sure he doesnā€™t escape. He does it all in a teasing manner, of course, because why on earth would he try to hurt him? At least, thatā€™s the excuse he uses every time.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darlingā€™s will?
Thatā€™s a big yes, and sometimes not even knowing. Probably mainly for punishments, say Keith tried to escape? Thereā€™s no way heā€™d take that without some form of lecturing.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
About average, enough to feelĀ ā€˜safeā€™ around him but not everything, such as the shooting. Keithā€™s aware of the incident because news exists, but he doesnā€™t know what really happened that day, like most.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Oh, heā€™d take the challenge heads on,Ā ā€˜teasingā€™ back with a dangerous glint in his eye. However, if he wasnā€™t in the mood, he would definitely tie him down, or simply hold Keith closer, tighter. He doesnā€™t want to break him, after all.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
You can bet your right arm it is. More often then not he gets a thrill from playing their little game of cat and mouse, and its even more rewarding when he finally catches/
Hell: What would be their darlingā€™s worst experience with them?
When his darling tries to strike back when heā€™s vulnerable. etc. after sex, sleeping, things like that. There would probably be the tiniest bit of blood drawn, often ending with a sobbing KeithĀ ā€˜snugglingā€™ up with him.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
He hasnā€™t really thought about that. Heā€™s content with how things are now, so, go figure.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Is this even a question? For coping heā€™d probably go on a weed massacre or beat the shit out of whoever held Keithā€™s attention, until said person is nothing but a bloody piece of rotting meat.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Can get very affectionate, which could be quite dangerous varying on the levels. Otherwise, heā€™s just Keithā€™s usual flirty boyfriend.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Okay, lets be honest. After a while of waiting he would just pin him to the wall then drag him away to the āœØcold hard futureāœØā„¢
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? For sure. Around his darling, heā€™s flirtatious and very hands-on, but in public heā€™s quite cold to anyone who so much acknowledges him. Around him friends, although similar, he does genuinely try. God knows what for.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Sexual, dehumanizing, or neglect. There is no in-between. Sorry, Keith.Ā  Ā  ĀÆ\_(惄)_/ĀÆ
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
As mentioned in many other letters, he can be quite patronizing and take away quite a few rights. (name-calling, sometimes he wonā€™t clean up the cuts after punishment if heā€™s really angry, so on.)
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Impatient most of the time, but thatā€™s neither of their faults, its just in Picoā€™s nature. He does make an effort most of the time, but no judging if he snaps.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Letā€™s be honest, he would just shoot himself and theyā€™d be together again. Next one, please.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
First question, a very small percent of the time. Heā€™s definitely delusional, so even though heā€™s painfully aware of everything, itā€™s fine. Their together now.Ā  Keithā€™s only pretendingĀ to hate him and call him all those horrible things because heā€™s too shy to admit he loves him back, right?
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
do with this question what you will. its 10:40pm, people, give me a break.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Heā€™d obviously feel bad, but try not to let it show. Keith wonā€™t acknowledge his presence? Fine. Then he wonā€™t be in his presence for lets say, five days? The problem is, both of them are stubborn as a mule, and that just might be the reason K dies one day.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun
also the fact he can get reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllly jealous. All of the goddamn time.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
im šŸ‘pa šŸ‘tient šŸ‘ also, the jealousy. If Keith suddenly pays super extra affectionate randomly back, it might soften up restrictions.
Witā€™s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
how many times have i wrote about the blood tho
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Very far lengths, mental wise. Such as killing someone Keith was talking to while he was talking to them, just as a teensy reminder of his love.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
As mentioned this boy is pretty impatient, so I imaging some time after week three he would finally snap. He was just so excited from finally being able to duel him like that, donā€™t scold him!
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He might accidentally, depending on how strong Kā€™s will is. Pico obviously doesnā€™t want him to become despondent, he loves him too much, and besides, itā€™s so much fun for them both when they play their little games of tag or hide and seek.
uurrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhn its now 10:50pm, enjoy i guess and expect more, gremlins.
(sorry if any mistakes, too lazy and tired to care. adios!Ā  āœŒļø
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xblacksilver Ā· 4 years ago
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"Red dear, wont you come out? I promise I won't hurt you!"
Ft. Yandere!MK
Wonder whos blood is that....
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ask-emilz-de-philz Ā· 8 months ago
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(( dat's right darna, dont fall for capt murica's plead on resting on your shoulders, he dont get no jetlag, he drives airplanes ))
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