#and I HATE to see my special tender hearted boy being done dirty

[vveissesfleisch]

Now I’m not Amanda Rollins but if I WERE Amanda Rollins and I was nine months deep in a committed relationship with handsome accomplished sensitive TALL looks-brain-meltingly-delicious-in-a-bespoke-suit ADA Dominic “Sonny” Carisi and I saw how into me he was and how amazingly competent he was with MY CHILDREN and I knew how badly he wanted to take me home for Sunday supper to meet his ENTIRE FAMILY who have been established as his WHOLE WORLD in addition to being TOUGH CUSTOMERS thereby underscoring my importance to him I would not only tell my child YES OF COURSE HE IS YOUR NEW DAD after running to disclose our relationship to my supervisor but also commission someone to carry around a neon sign over my head saying HOLY SHIT I’M DATING ADA DOMINIC “SONNY” CARISI

[lebenspurpur]

showering with the slashers

|Michael| (SFW)

You will need months to convince him to shower with you. He is surprisingly insecure and shy when it comes to nudity and especially taking off his mask. In the beginning he will even leave it on until he realizes that the steam plus the hot water are making it impossible to keep it on.

After he decides to join you he will ask for one every day. I mean he won't ask verbally he'll just stand in the bathroom when you shower until you invite him in.

Most of the time he will just place himself underneath the stream of water like a statue and let you shampoo his hair. If he's feeling generous, he will do the same for you and give you a little head massage. Michael will always use your soap since it smells like you but obviously this idiot won't ever admit that.

His favorite are showers in the evening because he adores laying in bed after a long, hot shower. Those are also one of the rare times where he actually allows cuddling.

|Vincent Sinclair| (SFW)

Vincent prefers bathing over showering. Though he won't say no to a shower.

It will definitely take him a while to gain the confidence to join you. In the beginning he'll turn his back towards you so you won't see his face. Show him love and appreciation and he might open up a little.

Vincent loves dealing with your hair. Obviously he has like 15 different hair products even though he rarely uses them. Now he can use them on you.

If you shampoo his hair he is in heaven. Imagine him underneath a stream of water lovingly gazing into your eyes while you softly trace his scalp with your fingertips. I love him, what can I say.

He will dry your hair himself and then gladly put lotion on your body. Such a sweetheart. Afterwards he likes cuddling while watching something together.

|Bo Sinclair| (NSFW)

You won't even notice when Bo enters the bathroom. He just suddenly stands behind you, arms wrapping around your upper body and his lips attached to your neck.

After a passionate make-out session he might wash your body. He likes to use his soap since that's a sign that you're his. As if the marks he leaves weren't enough.

Normally the shower is one of the rare places where he expresses his real emotions because nobody except for you will see them there. So expect lots of praising while his soapy, calloused hands trace your hips with such tenderness, you don't even recognize him.

Afterwards he'll either make you dirty again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or he'll lay on your chest, relaxing after a long day.

|Lester Sinclair| (SFW)

Yes Y/N, he'll gladly shower with you! He will take good care of you and that's a promise.

You'll always be glad when he showers with you since, let's be honest, he smells like rotten road kill. If your soft hands go over his scarred and exhausted body he cant' help but stare at you fondly.

I feel like Lester would try to make bubbles with soap in his hand. Or make a beard out of foam. He always tries to make you let out that adorable laugh of yours, what'd you expect?

After showering he'll wrap you up in his arms and tell you about his day. Whenever he chuckles about a funny memory a deep rumble can be felt in his chest. It never fails to make your heart grow warmer. As soon as you fall asleep he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and tucks you under the covers.

|Baby Firefly| (SFW)

Baby will always invite herself in the bathroom as soon as you're comfortable with that. Her soft hands will softly massage your shoulders and back and you can feel the knots and tight spots slowly relaxing.

But don't be foolish, she expects a massage as well. Baby values fairness so every action of her has a price. Not that you mind.

Baby's soap smells like cotton candy and fits her aesthetic wonderfully. Sometimes you'll steal a little bit for yourself.

I also believe that Baby likes to sing in the shower. According to my personal opinion one of Baby's big passions is music. Her sweet voice will be loud and clear and if you look at her she'll wink at you and smile.

After you're done she'll gladly let you brush her hair. Since the mane of hers often doesn't do what she wants it to do she gladly accepts help. If you put a hair product in her hair while softly clearing the knots she'll close her eyes while humming faintly.

|Otis Driftwood| (NSFW)

Otis is very similar to Bo when it comes to showering. Though he is also surprisingly shy. Not because of his body, more because of your feelings. Do you really want him in the shower?

After he gets over those thoughts he'll slip behind you every now and then, his big hands caressing your ass, scaring the shit out of you. If you shriek or jump he'll just chuckle and continue raking his hands over your naked form.

Even though he pretends like he doesn't like it, he loves if you wash his hair. Come on have you seen that mane? It needs some serious care and especially good conditioner. It's also dyed (I refuse to believe that his natural hair color is white.) so a good wash is long overdue.

Afterwards he'll gladly lay in bed with you while reading or discussing things. I believe that Otis also enjoys reading stories to his partner. After all you can discuss them with him later.

|Billy Loomis| (NSFW)

Are you kidding? Of course he'll shower with you!

His eyes plus hands will never leave your naked body, prepare for him just being horny. Yes Y/N, he'd love to put soap on your body. What do you mean not just on your chest and ass?

Eventually he'll grow tired of just looking at you. His hands will be all over your body soon, his lips attached to your chest leaving little marks.

If he's tired he'll oblige to your charm and wash your body without being naughty. Afterwards he'll just silently hold you close while the hot water engulfs both of you. I mean mostly him but his body will keep you warm.

|Stu Macher| (SFW)

Stu enjoys every activity he can do with you on his side.

He'll gladly massage your back, pressing little kisses to your shoulder plate. His hands will be so soft when they rub soap all over your wet form.

He loves when you try to wash him but fail because you're too small. He'll steal a kiss or two when you try and reach him by standing on your tip toes.

After all the cleaning is finished he will wrap his strong arms around you and press his chest against your back, humming fondly. He'll close his eyes and softly let the water flow over your connected bodies.

|Brahms Heelshire| (NSFW)

Brahms hates cleaning. No matter how. You will have to coax him into the shower by showering with him. It's really the only time when he ever showers.

Don't expect him to actually wash himself. You can do that Y/N. Such a malicious little gremlin. As soon as your hands touch him he'll put his head on your shoulder and start whispering very naughty things. Y/N you're torturing him, what is he supposed to do?

Okay so there might not be a lot of cleaning. If you really want him to be clean you will have to use a punishment or coax kind of strategy. No good night kiss for Brahms if he doesn't clean himself I guess. God he will be so whiny. Brahms is going to pout for days after this.

Afterwards he still wants your attention. Y/N wasn't he a good boy? He deserves a reward doesn't he?

|Josef| from the creep series (SFW)

Shower? With him? You really want that? Eh.. okay.

He'll be a bit insecure, Josef isn't used to receiving adoration. As soon as you start putting soap on his body he visibly relaxes and sighs softly. He loves being touched, yet he never asks for it.

Afterwards he'll always want to shower with you. Please just touch him some more.

Josef will happily return the favor. His touches will be very soft and tender, he doesn't want you to feel any kind of uncomfortable or scared.

After showering he will rub lotion on your warm skin, he wants it to be healthy Y/N!

Josef will also prepare a healthy meal. Food is important Y/N and god he loves cooking for you. His body in new clothes, smelling like aftershave, wet hair in a bun, singing quietly while he makes roasted vegetables. Please wrap your arms around his torso. He will nearly faint.

|Thomas Hewitt| (SFW)

It will take him a while, mainly because of the mask. However coaxing works quite good so he might give in after you bribe him a little.

Tommy is going to wash your hair very precisely, not wanting to cause knots. He knows how hot in can get in Texas as well which leads him to move away from the refreshing water, leaving you more space. He's just very considerate, compared to other slashers (ehem, Bo.).

Please wash his hair, he'd feel so special. Especially if it's your own shampoo.

After showering he'll wrap you in his strong arms and nuzzle his face in your neck, mask off. Do whatever you want Y/N, he's just glad he can lay next to you right now.

[johnsamericano]

Can do a fic about dilf doyoung is your Father's friend but u have a secret relationship with him them one day he got you preggo so u moved in with him plsssss also put a lot of smut shshshhshsh pls I hope you read this.

Hi there! My requests are currently closed but I can never resist writing dilf!Doyoung so you’re lucky. There's not THAT much smut in this because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. Hope you like it!

warnings: dirty talking, sex, language, use of the name daddy, spanking, unexpected pregnancy, age gap.

“What’s the meaning of this invitation, Mr. Kim?” You inquired, walking past the front door with a gym bag hanging from your shoulder. “It's not every day you invite me to a private swimming party.”

“Very funny.” He welcomed you with a hug, his warm, naked chest pressed against your covered one. “Jeno’s out with his friends. He won't come back until tomorrow.”

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to be with him.” That response earned you a slap in the ass, hard enough to serve as a warning not to keep testing his patience.

“Get changed. I'll wait for you in the hot tub.”

You locked yourself in the nearest bathroom, quickly yanking off your clothes to replace them with a baby blue bikini. You knew how much he loved the matching set, not as much as taking it off you, of course.

Wanting to make him wait for a while longer, you neatly folded your clothes and placed them over your sleeping wear inside the bag you'd brought with you.

“Took you long enough.” He was sitting inside the water, his arms spread wide as he gave you a less than amused look. “Come here.”

Despite how dominant he might look on the outside, he never managed to fool you. As soon as you were between his arms, your face was guaranteed to be covered with kisses from his soft lips.

“I missed you this past few weeks.” His wet thumb traced figures over your arm, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Why haven't you visited?”

Your fingers played with the small, grey hairs covering the nape of his neck.

“It's getting harder to hide it from Jeno, and I know if he ever found out, our friendship would be over. I don't wanna lose him.”

“He’ll find out, better sooner than later.” The look on your face must've given away your thoughts. “What? Did you think this was just something casual?”

“I mean...” His jaw dropped, arms falling into the water with a splash. “Look, you have to understand me. We started right after your wife left, I thought you were using me to forget her. And I didn't mind-”

“Using you?” Just a few millimeters and his eyebrows would be touching. “Have you always thought so low of me?”

“Doyoung...”

“I want a future with you, y/n. Not just an occasional fuck but an actual relationship, and if you don't feel the same about me, then we might as well end things here.” This was the first time you'd seen him mad, with his whole face red from anger and the warmth of the jacuzzi, he looked as if he were about to explode.

“Of course I do. But it's complicated.” The red shade tinting his cheeks and ears, slowly faded. “No one would accept our relationship, for starters.”

“I couldn't care less about other’s opinions.”

In less than a second, his lips crashed against yours, hard. But there was a hint of sweetness in his wild movements, the way his hands caressed your back while his tongue worked its way inside your mouth aggressively.

“Already so eager?” He asked as your heat rubbed itself against his clothed cock. “Not here.”

“What...?”

The muscles in his legs tensed as he stood up with you still between his arms. He was strong, for a man of his age, of course.

“I’m afraid that I've been fucking you the wrong way, which might have been the reason for you to have the wrong idea about us.” Leaving a trail of water drops behind you, you climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor, where his room was located. “Scratch that. No more fucking, from now on, I'm gonna make love to you.”

“Have you always been this cheesy?” Your feet touched the floor as he removed his hands from below your thighs, slightly pushing you until the back of your knees touched the mattress.

“Don’t make me change my mind and spank that pretty ass.”

“Rude.” You let yourself fall on the fresh comforter, dragging him down with you.

“Take your clothes off for me, won't you?” He busied himself pulling down his swimming trunks while you struggled with the knot keeping your bra in place. “Such a silly, little girl. Can't do anything without her daddy, can her?”

“Please.” Even though you hated being humiliated, your core didn't seem to bother. His degrading words only caused your essence to form an even larger patch on your bikini. “Doyoung...”

“Fine.” His cock was standing proudly, his tip dripping with small beads of precum. “On your knees and turn around.”

He worked through the knots as fast as his trembling fingers allowed him to. His mouth was aching to say the special words he'd been keeping to himself for a while now, but he didn't have enough courage yet.

“Ready.” The straps fell down your arms, tickling the skin as they slid.

You took the last piece of your suit off, finally allowing your body to be consumed by the humidity of the summer evening. Doyoung was quicker to enter you than usual. No teasing, just lovemaking as he’d promised earlier.

“You’re so warm.” His lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking to leave a mark big enough for everyone to see. “Your little cunt takes me so well. No one else could make me feel as good as you do.”

With his hips pistoning your hole, your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, dancing over the tender skin. The way you were looking at each other, so intimate and full of affection, had the words he'd been wanting to say rushing out of his lips.

“I love you.” His movements faltered as if waiting for you to give him any type of answer.

“What’s with that scared face?” You giggled, every inch of your skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I love you too.” He loved how young you made him feel, like a silly teenager confessing to his crush only to find out his feelings were reciprocated.

His thrusts resumed, this time slower, deeper, making sure you felt every single ridge and vein of his cock. His length caressed your walls oh so deliciously, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Until someone had to ruin it.

“Dad, where are you?” In a rush, Doyoung pulled out, not even noticing how his seed spilled out of your hole. Fear had taken over the pleasure.

“Get in the bathroom, he probably just forgot something. Don't worry.”

As he'd said, Jeno was quick to leave. Not even ten minutes later, Doyoung was back in his room, announcing Jeno’s little getaway got extended.

“So that means, you can stay for a while longer. Only if you want of course.” The bathtub was filling with warm water and bubbles he'd added. “Or we can go on our own trip, whatever you want.” You felt at ease between his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Who would've thought you'd be losing your mind a few weeks later because of the same man that had given you so much peace before.

“How could you forget to wear protection?!”

“Don't treat me as if I were the only one responsible for this situation.” You hid your face between the warmth of your palms, supporting the side of your head against the window. “Look at me, baby.”

You shook your head, tears starting to slip between your fingers.

“I’m here for you, darling. Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support you.” His thumb traced the shape of the shell of your ear.

“I don't know what I want to do.”

“We still have time to help you figure things out, okay?” There was a certain sadness to his tone, almost as if his hopes were vanishing.

He didn't want to get rid of it, but being pregnant was a burden that you'd have to carry alone as much as he tried to help. It was your choice and only yours.

“I want to have it, but I don't even have a job or economical support. My parents would kill me if they found out. And Jeno, oh boy, he'd have a heart attack.”

“You have me, y/n. And even though I can't do anything about other people's reactions, I'll always be by your side.”

Doyoung wasn't lying. He walked you through every step, even assumed part of the responsibility when talking to your parents, who didn't react as badly as you'd foreseen.

“Just make sure you're making the right choice.” They'd said.

Jeno was the last person to find out.

“Oh, hey y/n. Were you waiting for me?” He dropped the sports bag right in front of de door.

“We have to tell you something.”

“We?” The look on his face was almost comical as if life had been sucked out of his handsome features.

“Yes, we.” Doyoung laced his fingers with yours, tightly locking your hands together.

His father explained the situation calmly, making sure to use the right words to avoid scaring him away. By the time he was done, Jeno was just staring at you with an emotionless face.

“Jeno?” Your heart dropped at the thought of losing your friend. “Say something, please.”

“You want me to say something?”

There was a small, dramatic pause to add some tension to his words. But the mood lightened as soon as his eyes became crescent moons.

“Bold of you to assume I wasn't aware of your little relationship.” He giggled. “It's okay, guys. You're both adults and I trust you know what you're doing.”

“What the hell is going on?” Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Jeno.” Doyoung mouthed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Man, I always wanted a little brother.” He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you and his father's neck.

“I rather have a girl this time.”

“Should I call you mom?” Jeno teasingly asked, poking the back of your head.

“Try me.”

(...)

As you folded your clothes and placed them in your new closet, the sun started setting. The light sound of sizzling could be heard from the room, probably Doyoung cooking dinner.

“Y/n!” He shouted from downstairs. “Come help me set the table.”

“Coming!” You set aside the remaining boxes. There were not many clothes left to unpack, so you could finish after eating.

You tiptoed on your way downstairs, accomplishing to scare him with a surprise back hug.

“Stop, you could've burnt yourself.” He scolded, undoing your hug only to quickly pull you by his side moments later.

“Is it me or are you getting a little too overprotective?”

“Am not!” His eyebrows quivered like they did every time he lied.

“Really? Then why haven't we had sex ever since you found out I was pregnant?” Your hand teasingly traced figures on his lower abdomen, a little too close to the stove he was using.

“You’re gonna get burnt.” Once again, he tried to push you away, but your hand remained in the same position. “Baby...”

“Uh-uh, you're not gonna sweet-talk your way out. Why won't you touch me anymore? Have I lost my charm or something?”

“What? No!” He turned off the stove, completely turning to his side to face you. “I just don't wanna hurt the baby.”

“Bullshit. You know it's still safe to do it, you already had one son, for god's sake.” Your arms were crossed over your slightly swollen mounds. “I want the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth...” There was no nervous quiver from his eyebrows, but his tone was less than convincing.

“The whole truth, Doyoung.”

There was no way out, he had to tell you what he'd been trying to hurry at the back of his head for weeks now.

“I can't stop thinking that the only reason we became official is because of this baby, and I'm afraid if you lose it, I'll lose you as well.” It seemed as if your roles had reversed, as if he was the youngest, the most immature.

“Idiot.” You flicked his forehead with anger, later pulling him into a bear hug. “Get those stupid ideas out of your little head or I'll have to slap them out of you.”

“Rude much.”

“I told you once before we found out about the baby...” Your lips were achingly close to his, ready to kiss those soft, pink pillows. “I love you.”

Your eyes were stuck on his lips, too busy to notice how his eyes started sparkling, the edge of them trying to contain his tears. After a while, you looked up, his nostalgic expression puzzling you.

“I’m sorry, it's the hormones.” He sniffled.

“That's not how pregnancy works, honey.”

[littlefreya]

Let Me In

Summary:  You have your very first fight and he is not inclined on apologizing properly. So he is trying a different trick of winning your heart back.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader (You)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut + Fluff, Captain Cunnilingus returns with some Oral Sex, sexual innuendo, manhandling, dirty language.

A/N: Based on a prompt requested by @wondersofdreaming AND inspired by my many conversation with @agniavateira who also is a queen and edits my work :3

Prompt: Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

Title: Let me In

You feel like an idiot. For 3 months, you’ve waited for him to get back from Iraq so you two can finally reunite. You’ve thrown the most outrageous outfit on yourself: a dark blue velvet dress that made your ass look like a piece of heaven on earth, and a pair of fuck-me-pumps which were set to send a clear message. 

And it worked its magic. Syverson’s hand possessed your ass in seconds, not wanting to let go. He collected you in his grip and had you in his lap for the entire evening, his manhood growing hungry for your hot embrace. It took every measure of self-discipline to battle the urge to take him to the pub’s restroom and let him fuck you on top of the sink like a furious train.    

Yet here you are, walking down the streets at midnight, teary-eyed and lips red with rage. Your uncomfortable heels echo on the hard damp road while you tug your skirt down, muttering to yourself how much you hate that big oaf. 

“Get back here, babygirl, we ain’t done talkin’.” You hear his voice yelling after you as he chases you down the street. His steps are heavy, thudding on the ground.

“Go away! I don’t want to see you anymore.” You yell back, not even bothering to look at him. 

You’re afraid that if you’ll see him you might just burst with anger and slap him, even though at this point he definitely earned it. Syverson’s long legs outmatch your heel-wearing feet, though. The large man quickly picks up the pace and Lord knows he has the stamina of a bull. 

This man is a trained special forces captain, after all. You, on the other hand, are just a girl.

“C’mon, doll, I didn’t mean it...” he walks along your side. You catch that stupid smile of his from the corner of your eye, and his voice shows not even the slightest hint of remorse as if he’s too proud to beg for mercy. 

“I didn’t think you'd be offended.”

“You didn’t think I'd be offended?!” You echo, eyes blazing with fury. Syverson looks down into your eyes, wearing a naive look on his gruff face. “You told your entire crew of soldiers that you bought me a vibrator so I can ‘fuck myself’ during our Skype calls, while I was sitting right. fucking. there!” 

Syverson shrugs, lifting his hands in the air as if he still doesn’t get what the big fuss is about.

“Ugh!!!” You grunt and turn on your heels, stomping your feet while rushing toward your home. “Go away Sy. Go back to your stupid friends at the pub, this is not happening tonight.”

He sighs, his hand brushing your wrist, carefully trying to grab you. But you slap it away, hoping that your small palm did enough to hurt the big log. “Babygirl, it was a mistake. Now don’t be like this, let me spend time with you.”  

Not even that deep, gravelly voice can help convince you. All you can think of is the redness on your cheeks as he casually told a group of deranged elite soldiers how you masturbate on video for him. Never in your life have you felt so ashamed. Syverson carried himself with such pride, adding to your embarrassment by mentioning: “It’s not as big as the real thing but at least it keeps her covered until I’m back home.” 

You’re almost at your apartment, stomping up the stairs angrily with Syverson trailing behind you, his sight fixed on your ass while you’re fishing for your key inside the tiny black purse. His aura radiates confidence, without even glaring at him you can tell this man is 100% convinced he is walking into your apartment and getting his slice of that cake.

Think again, buddy.    

“Leave! I’m not gonna ask twice.” You threaten him while unlocking the door. His hands come onto your forearms and in a flash, you’re shoved against the door with his body pressing you into captivity. 

“If I said we ain’t done talkin’ then we ain’t done talkin’, woman!” he says menacingly. You smell the whiskey on his breath and feel each of his hard muscles against your small figure. His knee pushes between your legs, keeping them apart as he offers you a smirk. 

“You want me to beg, babygirl? You know that ain’t happening. I ain’t no goddamn pooch like them city boys you’re used to.”  

You bite your lip trying not to whimper, your body already betraying you into submission, in need of that perfect Alpha male to give it what nature entails. You can already feel the smooth, sticky wetness against your panties, and your nipples harden through the velvet fabric, much to Sy’s delight.

His eyes beam with triumph. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Now are you gonna let me in there, or are we doing this here where your neighbors can watch?” 

“You are not coming in,” you answer, your voice entirely unconvincing as you break into a tendril of tiny little moans, elicited by Sy’s coaxing hands. His skillful fingers roam at your curves, giving attention to every inch of your body. His thumbs graze at your nipples, circling around them before gliding down as he moves to kneel in front of you.

“Don’t,” you warn him, your eyes staring at the empty corridor with alarm.  But Syverson’s callous hands ignore you, holding your legs apart and running up the skirt of your dress. “Then let me in,” he suggests with a growl, his digits coursing their way into the heaven between your thighs, each stroke of his rough fingertips against your delicate skin makes you succumb more and more. 

You should know by now, Sy has no problem fucking you in public.

“Have you any idea how much I missed eating your pussy?” He murmurs in his thick Texan accent, his breath hot against your inner thighs as he pushes your legs further apart. Your black lace panties are already down to your knees. Being a military macho, Syverson sure misses a lot - but the fact that you wore a new, expensive pair doesn’t go over his head. He looks up to meet your gaze, wearing a smug grin on his chiseled face. 

You hate him right now, how he embarrassed you, how weak he makes you every single time, reducing you to a moaning whore.   

“No?” he asks, his eyes gesturing at your white knuckles that clutch the door handle. You collect every drop of strength still left in you and shake your head in protest. 

Syverson emits a bastard’s grin before his head dips between your thighs. His nose bumps against your clit, his beard grazing your tender skin as he shifts to taste the ambrosia at your core. You rush to cover your mouth, muffling the yelp that escapes you. 

It begins with a lover’s kiss, praising that which is kept waiting for him for months.  

You are so yearnful, so desperate, shying of the juices that drip from your womanhood as if there is any shame for being such a wanton woman. Yet Sy breaks through every prudent thought you’ve ever had. He pushes you to new extremes of pleasure with every sexual encounter between the two of you, and damn if he isn’t attentive and talented. 

Sy doesn’t just fuck or makes love, he wrecks you.  

You gasp, your breath making your palm moist while Sy’s tongue greets your swollen labia. He’s licking with lingering, long strokes, coating his tongue with every fervent drop of your desire, before delving inside. 

“Fuck,” you cry into your own hand, feeling the heat spilling from your abdomen while he twirls his tongue inside you and suckles on the peak of your pleasure. He feasts on you as if you were the sweetest of delights, his tongue lavishing with enthusiasm. It makes you tremble and attempt to clench your legs together as you can hardly take the stimulation inflicted upon you. Yet Sy forbids you to, restraining your legs before giving all his attention to your clit. 

You were wronged; this is not a prize, this is punishment. 

Syverson laps and sucks at you with angry passion, lips tightening around your engorged nub, the coarse hair of his beard leaving you red and raw. You fall apart in his strong hands, coming undone weak and powerless. 

Fuck, you missed this. 

Your underwear is still locked around your knees as Sy climbs back up to meet you, licking his lips with arrogance and wiping his wet beard.

“See? I knew you’d come around,” he praises you, impressed by the sight of your weary eyes and your lips that are plumped with lust. His body pushes against you once more, letting you feel his rigid cock. “Let’s go inside now, I’m really not in the mood for your neighbors catching me fucking you here.” 

You heave against him, his cocky smirk making you furious within seconds. No, this time you want power, you want him to beg and apologize properly instead of fucking you into submission as he always does.

“Beg for it, darling.” 

Your hand tightens around the handle and with great agility, you manage to sneak past the door and shut it in his dumbfounded face. 

Gasping with disbelief, you lean against the wooden surface, hearing Sy’s heavy breath on the other side.

“Babygirl, this is not funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” You call back, making sure the door is locked properly, just in case. “I told you, I don’t want to hear or see you until you apologize for being a jerk.” 

“Open up, darlin’, don’t make things worse for yourself,” he threatens, his voice becoming lower with authority as if he is speaking to one of his subordinates. You snort in reaction, shaking your head at yourself.

“Woman, I said open the door.” He demands again. You feel a slight creak as he leans against the door. A man like Syverson can possibly take that door down in mere seconds if he wanted to, yet he won’t do that. The big grunt has his limits and even though he is a rough lover, he will not act in such violence toward you. 

“Fuck you, Syverson. As you so clearly told everyone, I’ve got a toy now. I don’t need you or your dick anymore, so fuck off.”

There is silence on the other side of the door, accompanied by Syverson’s fuming breath. Even without seeing him, you can tell his nostrils are flared right now, that frown lowering his brow and making his lips curl with anger.

“Don’t bother callin’ me crying later.” He finally answers with spite, and you hear his heavy steps thundering away from your door. A gasp of air leaves your lips, you fall against the surface, fingers playing with the hem of your dress with disappointment. A growing sensation of void begins to form in your chest.

You certainly didn’t imagine your reunion after months of longing to end with you crying alone in your apartment. 

**

It’s 1 a.m. Syverson hasn’t called you, nor has he left any messages on your phone. Your tears have dried out after a couple of hours of alternating between hating him, missing him, and wishing you’ve never ran into him in your life.    

You pace around the house getting ready to sleep, dressed in one of his red t-shirts that got “lost” in your laundry basket. It still smells like him even after you washed it. Making your way to the bedroom, you hear a small knock on your door. 

Your heart jumps down to your loins, the glass of water in your hand slightly spills on the floor. You make careful steps toward the door, hoping that whoever is on the other side won’t hear you approaching.

“Kitten, you there…?” 

You sigh with relief, recognizing that baritone in an instant. The captain has returned and by the way his voice slurs you can tell he had more than a few drinks. You lean against the door, pressing your cheek onto the wood. You can smell the scotch from outside.

“Go home,” you answer, thrown between being flattered and disappointed. The latter is stronger though. You wish he hadn’t gotten drunk, that his apology would have been sincere but it seems like you’ve been asking for too much. 

“Please forgive me, kitten.” He murmurs, his fingernails scratching at your door like an abandoned little puppy. 

“Sy… just go, we’ll talk in the mor…”

“Wise men say only fools rush in, But I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you”

Your jaw drops to the ground as Syverson’s deep bass strokes the lyrics of the song ever so melodically. The captain has many talents, but this is the last thing you ever expected he’ll be good at or even want to try, being such a rough hardass.   

“Are you singing?!” You ask in disbelief, a huge smile beginning to spread on your face. Even in his drunkenness, he manages to carry out the song with an oddly enchanting vibe. He sings romantically, the chords of his baritone trembling tenderly with dedication for you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be”

You feel your cheeks burning as you sit next to the door, a silly smirk breaking onto your face. Your muscles loosen with the hum of his voice as if this was some sort of a primal coital ritual.  

“You’re an idiot,” you blurt out, loud enough for him to hear. 

Syverson pauses for a moment and you swear you can feel the smile on his face through the door. That damn bastard knows very well that you’re sitting right on the other side, blushing like a schoolgirl. 

“You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off you…”

He continues to sing, his drunken voice slurring the words, his voice deepening with intoxication. Still, he sounds surprisingly better than you’d expect. 

“You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much”    

“Oh my god...” You slap your forehead, convinced your neighbors must hate you by now, that is, if they haven’t caught your little performance from before. “Fine.”

Rising to your feet, you cave in, seduced by Syverson’s drunken tricks. That man has a grip on you that no one had before and hearing him like this, drunk as he may be, just raised the bar. You unlocked the door to find him on his knees, forehead sweaty, eyes drowsy with alcohol.

“I love you baby and if it’s quite alright…”

“Stop,” you shake your head at him and reach out your hand, signalling him that he’s forgiven and fallen under your good graces. The large man swaggers to his feet carefully, his body nearly blocking the entire entrance to your house as he stands in the doorway. You take his hand in yours and pull him inside. 

Once the door is shut, your hands wrap around his thick neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tastes like whiskey and beer, but you’re enchanted, mesmerized by his devoted performance. No man has ever sang you love songs and when it comes to Syverson, no other man has ever made your heart spiral into chaos just with a gaze. He kisses you back sloppily, trying to lead the way on heavy feet. Your bodies bump into corners, tipping things over and ignoring them as they break on the floor. 

Both of you dance your way through the corridor as you try to make it toward the bedroom. You stop against the walls, peeling off your clothes hastily, bodies grinding into one another with desperation. 

“I was looking for this shirt,” Syverson frowns as his red t-shirt is discarded from your body, only now realize you’ve been wearing his clothes. You distract him with a kiss and shove him through the bedroom door, finally making it to the bed. With a devious look on your face, you grab his chest and push him to the bed.

“Woah there, kitten,” he smirks at you, putting his hands behind his head .“Am I to understand you’re assuming control tonight?”

“Yes!” You rasp with excitement. “Give me a second.” 

You skip toward your wardrobe, grabbing a pair of handcuffs as a brilliant idea springs through your mind. You realize he still owes you an official apology. Turning back around to look at Sy, your smile immediately disappears. 

Sprawled naked on your bed, the captain already has his eyes shut, emitting soft snores through his nose. You sigh and shake your head. With a little smile on your face, you move to lie next to him instead, putting your head onto his chest and playing with the soft hairs on his body. * Read part 2 - Set me Free 

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Yandere stray kids the wedding series: The wedding (3/4)

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Pairing: Reader X Stray kids Members Requested: Yes, by @petalskook : “Can I ask for a reaction to skz!yandere, How would your wedding be?” A/n: I thought it would be fun to make this a series so I did. Word count: 10k (I warned you guys) Author’s note: I added some more things to your request, because I felt like it fit the story well. I hope you like it. (This is a long post so get a snack I’d say. I’m not even sorry.) THIS TOOK ME A WHOLE WEEK.

Warning: Yandere themes, swearing, mentions of death, toxic relationships, mention of suicide do not read if uncomfortable (Also cute moodboards because I love weddings <3)

Important message at the end of the post, please read!

Chan:

The wedding had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. When they were sending out their invites, Chan had made sure to know every little detail about every person. People who knew about Chan’s true face, they weren’t invited. Of course they weren’t. He wasn’t going to risk the chance of his wedding getting ruined. The final chance of making Y/n his for the rest of their lives and whatever comes after it. The people who weren’t invited knew that Chan had killed multiple people before. They were intimidated by him and didn’t even dare to tell others about his secret life.

The wedding took place outside, the aisle would be lined up to a big tree where Chan would be waiting for Y/n. He’d greet people brightly, thanking them for coming. The people that were invited to the wedding were the most oblivious people Chan could find. They all saw Chan as a young handsome man, who obviously was in love with Y/n. She on the other hand didn’t think much of it, since Chan made it seem like her parents and best friends didn’t wanted to come. Like they didn’t support their relationship. Y/n would devastated by the fact that they didn’t love her enough to come to their special day and Chan couldn’t be happier.

She had been crying in his arms that day, looking comfort in by her fiancé as she was heartbroken. He’d try to contain his happiness from her. She now believed that she was all alone, but he made sure that she knew, he was everything she needed and now the day finally had arrived that they would become husband and wife. He almost had her all to himself, not that he didn’t already, but it would be official.

Chan had hired guards, so nobody could disturb the wedding. Not wanting to risk one of Y/n’s family members to show up and stop everything. Just the thought of it made him go crazy, but he kept himself calm by the thought of Y/n becoming his wife within just a few hours. He had thought of so many scenarios of how things could go wrong, but then he thought of her and he knew everything would be just fine.

He was nervously waiting as the last minutes ticked by. He hadn’t seen her in hours, but he just couldn’t wait. His heart skipped a beat, when the wedding planner announced that the bride had arrived. Chan would quickly check his looks, before he stared in awe at his beautiful bride. She looked absolutely stunning and he couldn’t help but cry. His wishes finally became reality. She is becoming his forever.

When she stood in front of him, she smiled brightly. Letting out a soft ‘hi’ as they held hands. Chan would wipe away a tear that rolled down her cheek and kiss her forehead, before they started the ceremony.

“The groom and the bride, now have the chance to exchange their self-written vows.” The marriage officiant says. “Y/n, will you start?”

“I enter into this life with you without reservation, without fear or confusion, but with a clear and trusting heart. Everything will work out love, because we will be together. I promise to honour you, to love you with all I have. I promise to always be by your side, no matter what. I love you.”

“Chan, your vows?” The officiant says.

“Every promise I make to you is one I feel is not a burden, but rather a gift- I don't have to honour and cherish you, I get to, I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with, I GET to be there for you and support you. It is my fantastic pleasure to be in the position to be there for you my love. I want to give you my unconditional love, tenderness, and undying devotion, I will not ask you to be more than you are, and to love you for being you. You’re my everything. You’re my life. You’re my future. I love you my queen.” Chan was holding her hands in his as he looked deeply into her eyes. Tears were blurring both of their visions, but they didn’t care.

“You made my vows sound lame.” Y/n pouts as Chan wiped her tears away once again. The whole room would be in a fit of laughter at her comment, before the officiant calmed the room down for the last part of the ceremony.

The rings were exchanged and the couple looked at each other with excitement.

“…and with by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride. " Within a millisecond, his lips would crashed on hers, sharing their first kiss as a married couple.

The reception would be also be outside under a big tent. Y/n was in awe at everything Chan and the wedding planner had arranged and she couldn’t be happier with the outcome. She would be tearing up once again as she couldn’t contain her happiness.

“You’re a little cry baby today, aren’t you babygirl?” Chan whispers as she hugged him tightly, emotional as they danced their first dance.

Everything went as planned, that’s what Y/n thought at least. Chan heard from one of the guards that Y/n’s (ex-) best friend tried to get in. She was there to ruin the wedding. And Chan wasn’t having it. He excused himself from Y/n, kissing her temple, before he went to confront the girl.

“You can’t do this Chan, you’re out of your mind! You’re a sick, possessive bastard who should end up in a psycho house!” She’d yell as soon as she saw Chan walking up to her. “Listen to me you little vermin, you can’t stop this. She hates you. She loves me. She’s mine. There’s nothing you can do against it. You’re nothing to her, she doesn’t need you. She never did. She has me now.” Chan growled lowly.

“You’re sick! She’s too good for you! You should just-“ 

“I should nothing. Well, maybe I do should do something about you.” Chan states with a smirk on his face. The girl’s face fell when the two guards took her away from the event, she knew what was coming next. And Chan’s smiling face would be the last thing she would see in her life.

Woojin:

Unlike Chan, Woojin wouldn’t care who came. He had everybody wrapped around his finger. Nobody thought anything bad about Y/n’s sweet Woojin. ‘Woojin could do nobody wrong. He couldn’t even hurt a fly. I mean look at him, he’s so cute and lovable. He can’t be a bad guy. He’s so good to Y/n. Why are you so against them?’ Somebody would say to Y/n’s best guy friend.

“You’re not jealous of them, are you?” The person would ask. 

“N-no, I just don’t trust him. There’s something about him, I just don’t know what it is yet.” He’d say, not noticing Woojin who was eavesdropping. Woojin would clench his fist. He wasn’t looking for any distractions or obstacles on his wedding day. 

No, his future wife deserved all the attention. 

It would all be about her. 

She had to be in the spotlight that day and nothing could ruin that.

Woojin’s best man ran to Woojin, informing him that Y/n’s best guy friend was on his way to Y/n and Woojin wasn’t going to let that happen. So, he ran after him. “Hey, Y/f/n. Can I talk to you?” He’d ask the boy, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “I really need to talk to Y/n.” He said, trying to get away from Woojin. “Can’t that wait? I really need to show you something? See it as a wedding present for us?” The poor boy couldn’t say no to that, also because Woojin had already taking him away.

Woojin would take the boy outside of the event, into the woods near the edge of the cliff. He’d start to choke the boy as soon as they got there. 

“You think I didn’t know what you were up to? Huh? It’s a shame that you had to do this, I didn’t wanted to get my hands or my wedding tuxedo dirty, but I guess you’ll be an exception. I will have to do this fast, because my wife needs my attention. I don’t want any unwanted guest at Y/n’s and my wedding. You should’ve thought about this if you knew who I really was. Any last words, you little fuck?” Woojin whispered as he looked in satisfaction how the colour of the boy’s face, whose he held in his tight grip, disappeared slowly. 

“Fuck you.” Was the only thing he could manage to say, his grip on Woojin’s hands getting weaker by the second.

Woojin sighed and turned the boy’s head without any mercy. He hid the body, so he could get rid of it later, Erasing his traces.

Minutes later he’d be back at the event, walking down the aisle as it was time for the ceremony. Woojin’s best man gave him a look that only Woojin would understand. He’d return a smile, telling him in silence that the job was done. Woojin’s attention switched to the aisle when music started to play and he’d smile brightly as soon as he saw his beautiful bride. The love of his life that would be his wife in just a few minutes.

More minutes had passed and it was now time for Woojin’s vows:

“…I promise to find a way to show you how much I love you every single day of our lives. You fill my life with meaning. Thank you for taking me as I am, loving me, and welcoming me into your heart. I promise to always love you, respect you, and to be faithful to you forever.”

“The rings please.” The officiant would say.

“I, Y/n, give you, Woojin this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." She says as she slipped the ring on Woojin’s long finger. He’d smile at her and return the saying.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Woojin swept her off her feet and dipped her as he kissed her. She giggled in between the kisses whilst the crowd was cheering for them.

Later that day, when the two sat down at their table at the reception, which was in an old fabric that was renovated. So, that events like weddings could be celebrated there, otherwise it would disappear under a thick layer of dust.

“Have you seen y/friend’s/n? I didn’t see him at the ceremony?” His wife asked. “No, I’m sorry baby. I think he might bailed.” “Why would he do that? I thought he was happy for me- us.” She mutters sadly. “I don’t know baby, but don’t worry. You can forget about him, all you need is me, isn’t that right my queen?” “It is baby.” She whispered before kissing him.

She excused herself after a while, wanting to dance with her friends. Woojin would whine for a while, until he saw his best man. He let her go, telling her to not have too much fun without him, before he went off to his friend.

“Speak.” Woojin mutters harshly under his breath. “We cleared the body and the traces have been erased.” The other Yandere said. “Thank you, you’ve brought me a great wedding gifts.” Woojin would say happily as he hugs his friend. “Everything for you and your wife.” “She’s finally mine. There’s nothing now that could separate us, not even death!” Woojin exclaimed. “I know, it just seems amazing. I can’t wait to marry as well.” He said with a smile.

“Trust me, even though I’ve been only married for an hours or so. It’s amazing. Now, excuse me. I’m going to dance with my wife.” He yells over the music, running off to his wife who was dancing. He ripped her off of her friends and pulled her into his arms. She’d squeal happily when she was in her husband’s arms again. “You’re back!” “Let’s have a good time baby.” He whispers in her ear as they began to dance the night away.

Minho:

Like Woojin, Minho would want a smaller type of wedding. But almost nobody would know about it. The bachelor party, wasn’t really a bachelor party. Her friends thought it was just an average gathering for the girls. Y/n wasn’t allowed to speak about the wedding, but she wanted to tell her friends so badly. Yet, she secretly knew Minho was testing her and he was indeed.

He needed to know how good she’d be to him, how loyal and trusting she could be for him. And she succeeded. She didn’t tell a single soul, maybe a small animal she would find in her backyard, but that would be it.

Y/n had ask Minho something about sending the invites to the guests, only to receive a weird glance from her fiancé.

“What guests?” He’d say. The guests to our wedding- d-don’t you want guests?” He’d ignore her question and pull her on his lap, placing her head on his shoulder and holding her tight. “My love, don’t you think it would be better to have a wedding just for the two of us?” “You don’t want to invite anybody-“ “Just imagine it princess, you in an amazing dress. You would look even more perfect than you already do and me in a tuxedo. Isn’t a wedding just about the bride and the groom? That’s all we need, don’t we?” Minho said quickly with excitement. “I guess you’re right but-“ “No, buts. We are having a private wedding. I have everything planned out. And nobody would have to come, it would save us so much money, which we could eventually spend on our honeymoon. That I also already booked. Baby, it will be beautiful. No further distractions from other people. Just you and me. And the marriage officiant, because somebody has to marry us.” He laughs.

Y/n was sad about the thought of not being able to share her wedding day with more people that she loved, but when she looked at Minho, he gave her the puppy eyes. She would sigh and give into his suggestion to have a secret wedding.

And Minho couldn’t be happier. He had planned everything out. The wedding would take place in a open stop in the mountains. The aisle would be simple, but the few was majestic. The music would be playing softly as Y/n walked down the aisle. He chuckled when he heard her gasp in surprise, she had no idea what Minho had planned for their wedding.

When she stood in front of him she jumped up and down excitedly. “First I was driven here by a private chauffeur, blindfolded. And now this few! The decorations are absolutely stunning!” She exclaimed as she was in his arms. “I’m glad you like it baby. Shall we do this?”

The ceremony went on smoothly, no distractions. Just him and her. That’s all that mattered and that’s all that he wanted. She needed him, nothing but him. He could give her anything she wanted.

“… I devote myself to you, heart and soul. There is truly no me without you. Life has no meaning, truth doesn't exist without you. You are the feeling of life. You are the glory of creation. You are my love and my light. Be with me always and I will give you everything that I have.” He whispered to her as he said his vows.

Y/n cried at his sweet words, also still an emotional wreck as the exchanged rings and their last thoughts. And before the two knew it, they were declared husband and wife and Minho had crashed his lips on her. She was still crying tears of joy as he kissed her.

“Are you ready for our next surprise my wife?” Minho asks sweetly. She nodded in excitement. He took her by the hand and lead her to the reception that was inside. She gasped once again when she saw the venue. He had rented an entire restaurant, just for the two of them. The table would be set by large windows so they had the full scenery in front of them as they ate. Minho helped Y/n with her dress, before the chef came to congratulate them and bring them their cake.

“It’s like we’re on a date. You know just the two of us.” Y/n giggled. “A date where we get married?” Minho laughed, making her laugh as well. “I’m glad we did this, it’s so much more intense when it’s just the two of us.” Y/n admitted. Minho just smiled at her. Happy that he now knew he had her wrapped around his finger. He loved how naive she is, she didn’t even notice how much he hated her family. They knew too much and he couldn’t risk losing her because of some morons. ‘What do they know? They don’t know anything about our love. About my love for her. They can all fuck off. She’s mine now.’ Minho thought to himself as he enjoyed the view, that was his wife.

“I love you.” She whispered when she caught him staring. “I love you too, so much. My beautiful queen. My one and only.”

Changbin:

This perfectionist would want all the control when it comes to the wedding and she was fine with that. He’d ask her what she wanted and it would make it happen for her. He’d listen to every tiny detail she wanted for the wedding. It made him happy to see her happy. When it came to the guest he would have every say in it. “What about my aunt?” She’d asks. “Do you want somebody who keeps asking us about when we are having children on our wedding day?” Changbin would reply. “Never mind then. What about my friend s-“ “No, she keeps nagging and I don’t think we’re waiting for any conflicts to be made at the wedding.” “You’re right. You know what. You know what you’re doing. I trust you. As long as my parents and my friends are there, I’ll be fine.” She’d say, before kissing him and leaving his office to go to the other room.

Changbin would only invite the necessary people, like her parents, her best friends and her closest family members. People like her grandparents if she wanted to. “Baby what flowers would you like?” “Y/favourite/flowers!” She’d yell from their shared bedroom. “Alright princess!”

Changbin would be the sweetest when it came to your wedding, but she had to be good to him. He wouldn’t be testing her the way Minho would, but he definitely would be keeping his eyes on her all the time. When she had free time given by him to shop for a wedding dress, he had a spy who would update Changbin about Y/n.

When Y/n had returned home. She gave Changbin a kiss before she ran upstairs with the dress that she had successfully bought. He’s chuckle at how adorable she was, before he turned his attention to the spy that was waiting outside for Changbin. “I saw that the dress shopping was a success.” Changbin said in a serious, but happy tone. “It was sir, she was very happy. And there were no guys near her. Those who almost were, I eliminated them.” “Well job.” “Now about my payment-“ The man in front of Changbin got cut off by the bullet that was shot through his skull. “Don’t think you’re an exception. Nobody but me gets to be around my Y/n, not even if I paid you.” Changbin muttered, before he disposed the body.

It was finally the day of the wedding and Changbin would be running around like he was the actual wedding planner. “Are the flowers here- no that needs to be there. What on earth are you doing? Do you think this is a joke? Get your ass out there and do your fucking job!” He’d yell at an innocent boy who didn’t even work there. Changbin was just worried, he needed everything to be perfect for her. He wanted everything to be exactly like what she had imagined, he wanted to be her dream. He wanted to be part of her dream that came true. ‘Of course this would be a dream for her, she’s marrying me. What else would she need- would she like the flowers? Are they the right colour? Oh my…’ He thought to himself. And when Changbin thought everything was going right, the maid of honour came to him telling his fiancée needed to speak to him, urgently.

His anxiety got the best of him and he started to think of scenarios that could happen or things she could possibly say to him. ‘Changbin I don’t think we can go through with this, I don’t want to marry you’ ‘I never loved you I just wanted this to be set up so I could marry y/f/n.’ ‘I just saw a picture of the venue and I hate it, this whole wedding is ruined. If this is what you give me how could I marry you-‘

“Changbin is that you?” He heard his love stutter after he had knocked on her door. “Y-yes princess it’s me. What’s wrong? I heard from y/f/n that you needed to talk to me?” He whispered from the other side of the door that separated them. “I-I’m scared.” She muttered softly. “Of course it’s scary my love, but think about it this way. We’re going to be together for the rest of our-” “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just…” She trailed off causing Changbin to be confused by her inaudible mumbling. “What was that darling, please speak clearly you’re kind of freaking me out-“ “I’m scared you won’t like the dress.” She blurted out.

Changbin sighed in relief and a sound of laughter followed soon, causing Y/n to let out a sound of confusion. “Baby, I’m sure I will love your dress. Even if you showed up in a trash bag I would still marry you. I don’t care what you wear, all I want is to marry the love of my life and make you mine forever.” He whispered truthfully. He heard her sigh in relieve as well and he saw a small hand sticking out of the door frame. “Thank you honey, I needed that.” She whispered from the other side of door whilst squeezing his hand. He kissed her hand before he said his goodbye.

The anxiety faded as soon as Y/n walked down the aisle. They were both ready to marry each other. He was ready to continue to dedicate his life to her, to worship her like a goddess. He loves her so  much he was jumping up and down in excitement, making the room laugh slightly.

The ceremony was over before they knew it. The three was lighted up as they shared their first kiss as a married couple. Y/n still was repeating Changbin’s vows in her head: 

‘Sometimes I listen to you breathing and think that this wonderful person - the flesh and blood sitting next to me - is the most beautiful collection of star stuff that could ever be. I only want to sit and listen to you and feel your heartbeat, knowing that you will always be there with me. I promise to wake you in the mornings and to help you rest at night. I promise to make everything easier. I promise to respect and love you for who you are and to love the person you will be for all the years to come.’

For the reception, Changbin didn’t bother hiring security. It would only cost him money, lives and time. He’d have to clean them up after the wedding and he wasn’t in the mood. Instead he kept her by his side like any newlyweds would do. This way, he could keep his eyes on her as she stuck onto him like glue held them together.

He’d try to hold back by every male guest who touched his wife as they congratulated them, but he knew they would never ever have a chance with her. When that was done, he dragged his wife to the dancefloor and started to dance with her like nobody was watching. He didn’t care and neither did she. He spun her around as he picked her up, her dress following her behind. He looked at her lovingly as she giggled in his arms, also not being able to keep his hands off her.

“I love you my love.” “I love you too.” She whispered. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly. 

His one and only. 

His love and the light of his life. 

His wife. Only his.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin is an emotional Yandere. He’d manipulate her when it came to her or his feelings. When Hyunjin didn’t get what he wanted he’d whine and cry like a little child to get what he wanted and of course she couldn’t help but give him what he wanted, his tears were her weakness and since Hyunjin was an emotional person, he would be a crying mess on his wedding day.

His best man, Jeongin, would be helping him with his tuxedo. “Jeongin, I’m getting married today!” He’d cry out with a gasp as he realised what was happening. “Yes, Hyunjin you’ve been crying that out for the past few hours now.” The younger boy would laugh as he fixed Hyunjin’s tie. “Now, dry your face and get a hold of yourself. You’re going to marry her today. You’re love of your life.” Jeongin whispered, making the boy burst into tears once again. “I’m just so happy! She’s going to be my wife forever! I’ve been waiting for this moment, ever since I saw her.” “I remember the day when you spotted her. I told you you’d get obsessed with her and here we are.” Jeongin, who was also a yandere, said. His fiancée would be one of Y/n’s bridesmaids and Hyunjin couldn’t be happier, well at least he thought. Hyunjin was happy to be able to share his thought with a fellow yandere.

Hyunjin was also whipped for his fiancée. “Hyunjin we can’t see each other before the wedding.” She’d giggle as Hyunjin squeezed a hand through the door frame. “I just needed to hear you. I couldn’t bare being away from you any longer.” He whined, wiggling his hands to sign that he wanted to hold hers. “I can’t wait to marry you.” She whispered back, shaking his hand a little in excitement. He giggled at her action and leaned down to kiss it. “Hyunjin we need to get ready.” Jeongin panted as he came in running. “Jeongin is that you?” She’d chuckles. “I swear, I lose this guy out of my sight for one second and he comes running to you.” Jeongin laughs. “Baby, go with Jeongin. I’ll see you soon.” Y/n would say to her groom. “But baby, I still have-“ Hyunjin would try. “The marriage officiant is waiting, Hyunjin.” “Baby go.” Hyunjin heard her say. He kissed her hand once again before he ran off with Jeongin.

Hyunjin had to ran for 5 minutes to get outside, because that boy was so whipped for his queen that he had rented a whole castle to have their wedding. The place didn’t needed much decoration, since it was a castle and very spectacular itself. Hyunjin looked around as he greeted some of the guests, he made sure everything was perfect. He also had taken a peek at the reception, taking a glance of the cake. He sighed happily as everything went as planned, until Y/n was standing in front of him. After she had walked down the aisle with her dad on her side, Hyunjin had cried his eyes out in happiness. He was focusing all his attention on his bride, but a guy behind him suddenly caught his eye.

It was Y/n’s guy friend. He was eyeing her up and down and Hyunjin felt his blood boiling. ‘How dares he to check out my bride like that on our wedding day.’ He thought. Jeongin notices Hyunjin glaring at the guy and poked his back shortly to get him back on focus. They shared a look and Jeongin knew what to do after the wedding. In the meantime as Jeongin was making a plan for Y/n’s friend, Hyunjin was saying his vows.

"’I do’ really means, ‘I will’. I will dedicate myself to you. I will take your hand in a spirit of adventure. I will respect your decisions even when I might not agree with them. I will stand by you. I will love you and love growing old with you. If I have done anything right in my life, it will be giving my heart to you - my one true love.”

Minutes later he’d kiss his wife passionately, trying to make it clear to her guy friend that he had no chance with her. He’d pick her up bridal style and run down the aisle with her in his arms whilst the people were cheering happily for them.

After their first dance, Hyunjin handed his beautiful wife over to her parent. Kissing her cheek, before he walked off to Jeongin who smirked. “Where is he?” Hyunjin asked his friend coldly. “I locked him in one of the bathrooms on the other side of the castle.” “Good job.” Hyunjin said whilst smirking along.

Soon they had arrived at the bathroom, Hyunjin started laughing. The boy looked pathetic as he was tied up and laid on the ground. Hyunjin knelt down to his level and ripped the tape from his face, making the boy groan in pain. “Why are you doing this? I knew something was up with you. I never thought you were a psychopath.” He’d yell. “Yell all that you want. They won’t be able to hear you. Nobody will. Nobody will ever find you or care enough to look for you. We should do you a favour and make you disappear, don’t we Jeongin?” “I agree.” Jeongin said, taking out a knife out of his back pocket.

“Who do you think you are! Checking my wife out! How dare you! She’s mine! Only mine! You need to pay for what you did you fucking twat.” Hyunjin yells as he grabbed the boy by his hair. Not wanting to bruise the boy’s skin as they wanted to make their murder look like an act of suicide.

“Wait! No- Please!” Jeongin’s laughter had an evil tint to it as he cut the robes of the boy. In the meantime was Hyunjin running the bath, before they grabbed the boy and threw him in. They held his head under the tab, grabbing him by the shoulder so he couldn’t get out of their grip. When he stopped squirming and his colour of his skin started to pale, they let go of him. They checked his pulse, to make sure they had gotten rid of him.

“Should we clean this up?” Jeongin would ask. “No, leave him here. Make it seem natural. Let’s go outside. It will seem like we took a walk.” Hyunjin said. “You’re so smart.” “You’ve a lot to learn, but you’ll get there.” Hyunjin laughs as they walked out the door.

When they had sneaked outside successfully after their task, Hyunjin saw his wife in her stunning white dress, running up to them. “What’s wrong baby?” He asks her as she looked upset. “Have you seen Y/f/n? I haven’t seen him since the ceremony.” She states confused. “No I’m sorry baby, Jeongin and I were just taking a walk whilst chatting. Maybe he left already?” Hyunjin said as he held her in his arms. “Why would he leave? I thought he was my friend?” She pouts.

“Don’t be sad my love, you have me. I’ll be all you need.” Hyunjin smiled as he pecked her lips. “I know, now let’s go back inside. I want to dance with you.” She says with a smirk. “Everything for you my love.”

Jisung:

Jisung is a scaredy and panicky-like person. When Jisung proposed he had a million things going through his mind. ‘She will say yes, right? Of course Jisung, why wouldn’t she say yes? She loves you- but what if she doesn’t? No- No don’t be crazy! She loves you. What if it was all an act-‘ His own thoughts were cut off when she appeared and he went for it and popped the question. Ever since he hasn’t been any less anxious. He was running back and forth, making calls at the same time as he planned his wedding with a wedding planner on his side. “What if the weather would be bad?” He’d ask in a panicked tone. “You two are planning to marry in the summer, it will be fine.” “But what if-“ “Jisung, it will be fine. Everything will work out. Trust me.” The wedding planner tried to assure him. “It better will.” Jisung growled at him. Before he went back to making calls.

Jisung and Y/n were now out on trying flavours for their cake, when Y/n asked him how the planning was going. 

“W-why are you asking? Everything is going fine- just great! You shouldn’t worry- you’re asking a lot of questions-“ “Baby, calm down. Breath.” His fiancée say as she held his cheeks in her hands. “You’re all wrought-up. You know I’m right here when you need any help and so is our wedding planner. He will do an amazing job and so will you. I believe in you my love.” She assured him whilst she peppered his face with kisses. Jisung calmed down in her touch and kissed her hands in appreciation. “Thank you princess, but I feel like I should do this. You shouldn’t be worried about our wedding. The only think you need to do it be pretty and be there.” He jokes, with a tint of anxiety hidden in the back. “I’m for sure going to be there, but let me help. I don’t want to see you all worn out at our wedding day. This is also about you- it’s about us two, coming together and become one. We’re going to be married Sungie. Let me help you.” She whispers as she runs her fingers through his hair. “Alright, could you please help me with the flowers and the cake? That would be amazing.” “I will my love. Now, finish your cake. It’s a pity if they’d have to throw it away.” She smiles as she feeds him another piece. “I love you princess.”

Finally, the day of the wedding was there. And Jisung was as anxious as ever. He was shaking and Y/n had told him to take some medicine, since he got her worried. He did as he was told and he calmed down. He now was walking around the venue, with sort of glassy eyes. The medicines had hit him hard, but they’d wear off eventually. It was an hour before the wedding and Jisung felt happiness instead of his lingering anxiety. He was greeting guests cheerfully and thanking them for coming.

The only thing on Jisung’s mind right now was marrying the love of his life. He was getting so excited, until Y/n’s brother came up to him. (A/n: if you don’t have a brother in real life, for the sake of this imagine/ scenario, please pretend you do. It isn’t called ‘fiction’ for nothing.) Jisung hated Y/n’s brother. He always was stepping on Jisung’s toes. Always pointing out Jisung’s flaws, telling him he’d never be good enough for Y/n. Jisung wanted him gone at this point. “Hey, faggot. You look a little nervous now, don’t you?” He’d scoff. Jisung would roll his eyes, trying to walk away from him so he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret on his wedding day. “What is this?” Her brother would start as he looked into Jisung’s eyes. “The little fucker is even high on his own wedding day! How fucking predictable.” He’d snicker.

“I have told you multiple times that you should piss of maggot-“ “And I’ve told you multiple times, that I will marry that girl. No matter what. You aren’t an exception. Don’t think you’re special or anything.” Jisung snapped back. Her brother didn’t look too amused and rolled his eyes at Jisung. “I will stop this marriage with all my power, just remember that. She doesn’t need you. You don’t deserve her. I’m putting an end to this for once and for all even if I would have get rid of you personally.” He’d threaten before he stomped off.

Jisung was left speechless and he noticed that the medicine wasn’t working anymore. It felt like something snapped inside of Jisung’s brain, because he was losing his sanity. He wanted to kill him. He didn’t care that people would watch, but he knew it would be the end of him. Too many people would be eyewitnesses, especially since their wedding was on the roof of a building. She’d run away from him. He couldn’t risk that, so he called up a guy and did what he had to do.

Jisung in the meantime walked to the bar to get a drink, the only thing that could help him out for  now. His best man came up to check on him and he assured him that he was alright.

Jisung was still restless as he was waiting for his fiancée to walk down the aisle, thinking something still could go wrong. He heard her brother’s words repeating itself through his head, but they all faded away when he saw her. She looked beautiful in her dress and he felt his body relax. Especially when he saw the shocked expression on her brother’s face before he ran out of the ceremony. People shot him confused glances, but didn’t think too much of it as they returned their attention to the couple.

The ceremony went spotless. Y/n even cried when she listened Jisung’s vows. “I promise to love you without condition, to honour you each and every day. To laugh with you when you’re happy, to guide you when you ask for direction. To challenge you to be a better person and allow you to do the same for me. I’ll promise to be your biggest fan and your ever present listening audience. I promise to love you for eternity and whatever comes after that. I promise to love you with whatever I have and with whatever I will receive. You’re the love of my life, the reason why I wake up every day. I love you so much.”

After the wedding, it seemed like people had forgotten already about Y/n’s brother, but Jisung hadn’t. He excused himself and made once again a call.

“Give me an update.” Jisung demanded through the phone. “He’s dead and we will have his body liquidated.” The man on the other side would state. “Thank you my old friend. I will send you your pay check after the wedding.” “Thank you, boss. Congratulations and enjoy your evening.” “Thank you, goodbye.” Jisung says before he hung up the phone.

“Who what that baby?” Y/n asks, the moonlight hitting her face when she came outside to look for her husband. “Nothing important baby, I just got an call from an old friend. He sadly couldn’t make it due work, but he did congratulate us.” Jisung whispered as he held her. “That’s so sweet. By the way, do you have any idea where y/b/n went? I haven’t seen him.” “Don’t worry about him, I think he had something important to do.” “I guess so. I mean, he looked pretty shocked. Anyway, are you coming back inside? Dinner is going to be served soon.” “I’ll be there in just a second baby.” He whispered against her lips, before she went back inside.

“I told you I was going to marry her. No matter what. You weren’t an exception as you saw.” Jisung muttered to the wind as he looked at the skyline. “One vermin less to worry about.” Jisung says before he went back inside. Because he won, he had the girl and he would always have her.

Felix:

This boy would arrange a big wedding. He would invite everybody he knew. The lobby guy? Sure why not, come to our wedding and see how I make this beauty mine. He’d spend all his money on the wedding, trying to make it a fairy tale-like. He’d also give her a lot of money to his fiancée so she could buy a dress. “No, I can’t take this-“ “Of course you can. You’re going to be my wife. Everything I have is yours.” He says with a flirty smirk resting on his lips. “No, Felix please. Keep it. I can’t take that from you. It’s too much.” She says as she held the stack of money Felix had placed in her hands. “It’s either, you take the money or I’ll come with you. And as much as I would love to tag along with you, it brings bad luck if the husband sees his wife in her dress, before the wedding. You wouldn’t want that, now do you my love?” She sighs as she shook her head no. He started to chuckle as he kissed her forehead and walked off.

Felix would often drop of the invites for their wedding, personally to the people. Seeing their faces lighten up would bring him joy, it was a way of showing dominance over his fiancée somehow to him. “Here’s an invite to our wedding.” The more he’d say it, the more joy it brought to him. He just couldn’t wait. He wanted to marry her straight away, but the chance of having an audience who is there to see it all gave Felix a rush of adrenaline.

He was a happy man, until he arrived at Y/n’s parents’ place. They hated Felix’s guts. They didn’t wanted to do anything with him, yet they let their daughter marry him. He’d smirk slyly by the thought of how he has Y/n wrapped around his finger.

“Mom, I’m going to marry him no matter what. You can’t do anything about it.” She had yelled, Felix standing behind her as he tried to hide the smirk on his face. “He’s not who you think he is-“ “And what do you know? You’ve hated him ever since I’ve introduced him to you!” “You can’t marry him Y/n-“ “Yes, I can! I don’t need adult consent to get married. I’m an adult! Now just leave, you’re wasting our time. We’ve got a wedding to plan.” She had said, ending the scene by dragging him along with her.

Felix smiled back at the memory as he stood in front of her parents’ place. “Hello, Felix.” Her dad muttered as soon as he saw the younger man. “Hello, sir. Here’s the invite to your daughter’s and I’s wedding-“ “Listen to me you piece of shit. My daughter is way too good for you. I will tear you apart, if I find out you treat her wrong. I will make sure she will see you like we do. You’re nothing but a failure, a little sociopath who needs to be locked up. Don’t think I don’t know who you are. We’ve seen your secret records and folders- you know what. I’m going to call the police. I should’ve done that a long time ago-“ Before her dad knew it, Felix had his hand wrapped around the man’s neck as he shoved him back inside.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t let you do that. Can’t risk the chance of Y/n even thinking about leaving me, which she won’t, but just to make sure. Why don’t we get rid of you, do we?” Felix’s face would be the last thing the man remembered and the screaming of his wife in the background, before everything turned pitch black. Felix would call a guy to clean up the mess, before he went back to his fiancée at home.

“Baby, can you come here?” Felix would say as he patted his lap, signing to her to sit on it. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked him softly. “I-I just went to your parents’ place to hand them their invite to our wedding, but they started screaming at me how I didn’t deserve you and that they didn’t wanted to come to our wedding if you married me.” Felix cried. Y/n froze in shock, believing every word Felix told her. “T-they denied our invite?” Felix nodded in respond as he hid his face in her shoulder.

“W-well, screw them! I don’t need them! All I need is you and only you.” Those were the words Felix had been longing to hear. He pulled back from her shoulder to kiss her lips softly. “I love you baby.” “I love you too.”

Felix had planned the wedding perfectly and you could see that. The decoration was handmade and it took the staff a week to decorate everything. There were flowers hanging next to the chandeliers from the ceiling and the guests were taking pictures everywhere. They all would praise Felix for his creativity and for making this wedding absolutely beautiful.

Felix would calmly walk around, knowing there couldn’t go anything wrong. He had checked every guest personally and they all thought of him as a sweet young (and rich) boy who was absolutely whipped for his bride. And he was indeed whipped for her.

Every ten minutes he would go to her dressing room, checking up on her and asking if she needed anything. “I can get you some cake if you want to, nobody would notice. That thing is huge!” He’d joke. “No, Felix honey I will be fine. Just go get ready yourself and I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.” “I love you so much.” “I love you too Lix.”

Everything went as planned. And his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he saw her walk down the extravagant aisle. The dress fitted her perfectly, hugging every little bit of her. He was star struck. It felt like seeing her for the first time, he just knew he had to have her and now the time was finally there.

He couldn’t stop looking and touching her, the marriage officiant even noticed. “We should get started, because I can see that the groom would love to move on to their wedding night.” He’d joke, making everybody laugh before they started.

When the vows were being exchanged he stared at her lovingly, taking every word to his heart. “…I take you to be my best friend, my faithful partner and my one true love. I promise to encourage you and to inspire you and to laugh at every lame joke you make. I promise to always join you when you start dancing and I will always be there for you in times of good and bad. I will forever love unconditionally through the times of our adventures in life together. I love you Felix.”

He whipped the tears away that fell from her eyes and kissed her forehead, before he started his vows. “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t have that much of a vow, but that’s okay. It is, because I promise to love and honour you with everything I have. Like I said before, everything I have is yours and I want to be all that you need. I promise to be your rock, your best friend and your faithful partner. I promise to love you to eternity and whatever comes after that. I will treat you as my queen and nothing less. I will give you everything you want and I’ll be everything you need. I love you princess.”

They were both shaking in excitement after they had exchanged their rings and as soon as the officiant declared them as husband and wife, Felix pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He grabbed her hand when the music started playing as they walked happily down the aisle together.

“Are you ready Mrs Lee?” He asks when they stood in front of the doors of their reception. “I am Mr Lee.” She giggles as she kissed him. “Let’s do this then.” As soon as they opened the door a gasp had left Y/n’s mouth. The reception was even more fairy tale-like than their ceremony and Y/n didn’t know where to look. Everything was just so beautiful and she just couldn’t help, but cry. “Do you like it my love?” He asks excitedly. “I love it! It’s all so pretty! Did you do this? I- Felix!” She whined happily as she hid her face in his chest as she hugged him.

“Hey, you know what they say. Happy wife happy life.” Felix laughed, making her laugh as well. “Now, come with me please. I want to have my first dance with my wife.” He whispered as he dragged her to the middle of the dance floor. Both of them were smiling brightly, nothing could ruin their night. Absolutely nothing. Felix would make sure of it.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loves the mountains, so that’s where the wedding would take place. He would give her almost all the say over their wedding, except the invites. He loved your family, but he wasn’t very fond of your friends. They saw and knew too much. They didn’t support their relationship and Seungmin didn’t wanted to lose his sanity at his own wedding. Their meetups went wrong multiple times.

There would be yelling and even the sound of smashing glass. The police eventually got involved and everything was just a mess. “Officer, I swear to God I didn’t- He-“ She started. “Ma’am you’re holding a sharp object in your hand and he’s the one bleeding. I think I know who to believe.” The police officer states as he looked at Seungmin whose arm and face was bleeding. “That fucking bastard started all of this! He should be the one who’s getting arrested not me! Fucking psychopath walk to hell!” One of Y/n’s friends yelled as she got handcuffed by another officer.

“O-officer, I just don’t know what happened. We were having a great time and then they started to smash things in my house and- and I didn’t know what to do. They even smashed my girlfriend’s pictures. I-“ “It’s okay, Mr Kim. We’ll handle this. We’ll send you to the hospital so your cuts and wounds can receive medical attention.” “C-could you also call my girlfriend? My hands hurt.” Seungmin winced in pain with a sad look on his face. “Of course.”

Twenty minutes later his worried fiancée would arrive at the hospital, frantically asking people and eventually Seungmin questions about the whole situation. “W-we were at our place and I wanted to get to know them, since they are your friends. But, I think they don’t really like me, since they started to throw things at me.”

‘You filthy bastard. We know what you are. We saw you the very first day, following us around like a fucking shadow. You think that we’re going to let you marry her? Fuck-‘ ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen.’ Seungmin had muttered under his breath that night. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You heard me puppet. I will make sure you won’t come between Y/n and I.’

“Well, that doesn’t really sound like them?” Y/n mumbled confused as she caressed her fiancé’s cheek as a sign of comfort. “I’m sorry baby, I-I guess they weren’t who we thought they were.” Seungmin whispered as he kissed her forehead.

Not even weeks later they were in court. All charges were spoken as guilty to Y/n’s friends and they couldn’t believe what happened. Seungmin had to wait until they had walked out to smile. He played the game dirty, but this was the only way to win. ‘One way to get these maggots out of the way.’ He slipped the rest of the money to his lawyer before he walked off with his fiancée. “I’m sorry baby, but this is what they deserve.” A fifty meter distant restraining order was given. She shrugged sadly as she walked back with him to the car. “The bad things are over now princess. Let’s focus on the good things like our upcoming wedding.”

And so they did. Y/n decided to focus all her attention to their wedding and made sure everything would be perfect. The small church, where they would be wedded was simply decorated and the reception would take outside under the big trees with little lights in them as they sun would set. The day would go by just like that. Seungmin was already thinking back, just a few hours earlier he was stressing about that day and now he was married to the love of his life.

“There is only you and there will only ever be you. You who fulfils my heart and my purpose in life. I love you so much and you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me. I promise to always love you, to always cheer you up whenever you’re sad, to comfort you when you’re frustrated. I promise to be everything you need and more. I also promise to always make you food whenever you’re hungry, since you quite scare me whenever you’re hangry.” He had joked minutes before they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

Seungmin just couldn’t be happier. Sadly his happiness came to an end when his best man called him over, telling him someone was demanding to see him outside of the venue. Seungmin would excuse himself and would walk off to see on of Y/n’s ex-friends standing.

“Remember, fifty meters.” Seungmin smirked. “You may have won that round, but If I go to Y/n and show her the actual prove of what happened that night, she will ask for a divorce immediately.” She’d threaten as she waved the bag, with apparently the prove, in front of Seungmin’s face. He quickly snatched it from her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away from the venue. In the meantime he had called somebody who minutes later ran up behind them. “Take care of her, you know what to do.” Seungmin would say as he tossed her to him.

She looked at him shocked from the ground, which made Seungmin smirk once again. “You really didn’t think that I’d let you walk off like that, right? You dump little bitch. It’s your turn now. And make sure these are gone too.” The boy nodded to his boss before Seungmin walked off.

“Nobody will find you, trust me on that one.” He whispered as he looked back. “Baby, are you coming? We’re going to dance!” His wife says as soon as she sees him. “I’m coming honey!” ‘Nobody will ruin this for me.’

Jeongin:

This young boy wanted everything, just like the other boys to be perfect. But, not only for his fiancée but also to prove to people that even though he was young, he could manage to plan a wedding. The wedding would take place at his home town, also known as Busan. He dreamed of a beach wedding, because he missed his home and because he thought the pictures of her would turn out beautifully.

He didn’t really know what to do, but he wasn’t going to admit that, so he hired a wedding planner. He let her do that main theme and the decoration and Jeongin would just check in if she’s doing whatever Jeongin wanted. Y/n would be shopping for a wedding dress and Jeongin would tag along. He’d act awkward and sit there with his hoodie over his face. He just didn’t wanted to be away from her. Y/n lowkey loved it and thought he was adorable. He didn’t care, he heard how happy she was when she had found the right dress. And she would laugh when he tried to find his way to the exist with his eyes closed. “Baby, you can open your eyes, the dress is in a black bag.” Y/n laughed, making him laugh as well.

When they went out for picking flowers with their wedding planner, he would be stopping his fiancée every time, just to make a picture of her saying with every photo he made: ‘I can’t see my baby, I only see flowers in this picture.’ She’d slap him playfully before they went on with their wedding planning.

Y/n had no idea what Jeongin had planned. A day before the wedding he told her to not wear a necklace on their wedding day and Y/n would accept it without thinking too much about it. So, the next day when it was finally the wedding day, he was calm. He had nothing to worry about. The reception looked great, the ceremony did too and the sun was shining brightly. The day couldn’t go wrong.

And he had no ‘enemies’, nobody would expect from that sweet young boy to be a mad possessive man. His smile had caught many hearts and they all loved him. ‘Jeongin couldn’t even hurt a fly.’ They would all say.

And Jeongin thought so too, he didn’t wanted to hurt people unnecessarily. He does what he has to do when somebody threatens him or his love of his life. He didn’t wanted to make enemies and one way of doing that is by forbidding his fiancée to have any male friends. Another way would be keeping her family and friends ‘close’. In a way where they would only see his sweet side, but that wouldn’t be happening for too long anymore. As soon as they would get married she’d be only his.

She wouldn’t need anybody else, but him.  He was greeting a lot of people when he suddenly saw Y/n’s maid of honour. “How is she doing?” He asked her. “She’s doing fine. She’s just nervous, but that’s normal. And she was thirsty, so I’m getting her a drink.” “You’re so good to her, thank you.” Jeongin shot her his best fake smile when she walked off again. ‘Just one last time you have to deal with them Jeongin, just one day.’ He said to himself.

Before he knows it, he gets called to the end of the aisle where he’d be waiting for her. He was jumping up and down in excitement and Chan literally had to hold him down, but when he saw his bride he froze and Chan let go.

She looked beautiful in her dress and Jeongin smiled to himself proudly when he saw that she didn’t wore a necklace. He couldn’t resist kissing her when she finally stood in front of him. “You look like a goddess baby.” He whispered making her blush.

“Please say your vows Mr Yang.” The officiant says. Jeongin cleared his throat before he spoke. “My sweet princess, first of all I want to tell you that I love you and I couldn’t be happier that you’ve entered my life. Ever since I’ve known you things have been incredible and I don’t want it to stop. I promise to be your best friend and to have you back no matter what. I promise to love you unconditionally and I promise you to keep you warm at night. I promise to make sure I’m not just hungry before I yell, once again I love you and I’m sorry.” Everybody laughed at the joke he cracked in the middle of his vows. “Lastly, I promise to make you happy every chance I get and to protect you. I know we are young, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much.”

He’d chuckle as he noticed the tears in her eyes. He quickly held her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

“…I now pronounce you as husband and wife. Jeongin, you may kiss your bride.” Jeongin took her face into his hands and connected their lips for the first time as husband and wife. She smiled against his lips and he returned the smile when he pulled away. The people next to them were cheering and flashing lights filled the room.

“Ready to go Mrs Yang.” He asks as he took her hand. “I am Mr Yang.” “Let’s go then.”

After the two came back from their beach photoshoot, they were greeted by their friends and family. They would share their first dance and cut the cake, before Jeongin would surprise his wife.

“Alright, are your eyes closed?” He asks his wife as he held a velvet box in front of her. “I do.” She giggles back. “Alright, open them.” He says when he had opened the box, making people guess and ‘awh’ in the background. Y/n gasped and started to laugh at Jeongin’s sweet gesture. He had customised a necklace for her with ‘Mrs Yang’ written on it, diamonds decorating the accessory. She took it from him and gave him a kiss.

“I love it.” She whispered to him as he put it on her. “I’m glad you like it my love. Now, you can show off your new last name.” He laughs, secretly meaning it. He wanted to everyone to know, wherever they were who she belonged to.

And with that shining ring and necklace on her and of course him on her side, everybody would.

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@klynvan @daebakshinki

Important message:

Some may have seen in my Stray Kids masterlist that there will be a honeymoon part of this Yandere wedding series. I will post that, in May. I’m sorry to say this, but on the other hand I’m not because my finals are coming up and that needs all my attention and focus right now. (I failed my senior finals last year so I kind of want to graduate this year, you know what I mean.) My birthday is literally a day before the national exams start and I can’t, I’m lowkey pissed.

Anyway, what I wanted to say was. That I will be on a hiatus until the end of May/ the beginning of June. This also mean that for the people who have requested something from me will have to wait, I ask you to please understand but my school is my number one priority at the moment as it should be.

Once again, I won’t be writing until May/June, but you might see me liking or reblogging stuff on Tumblr. I rather not take any request right now until that point when I’m back, but I guess that you can leave it in a private message and I can put it on my to do list.

Lastly, thank you all for the reading and supporting my content and I will be back soon. Thank you guys by the way also for the 700+ followers, I still can’t believe how much this account has grown in just 4 months. Thank you all so much!

[itshaejinju]

Only click read more if you want to know more about me as a person.

I’m not only a nice person, I’m also sarcastic, snide, petty, anxious, romantic - I’m human.

I know you are like, “duh we know that, can’t always be nice.”

But when I express anything else I feel like I’m being shut out. It hurts a lot, hearing just a simple “I’m sorry” is almost as painful as you saying nothing at all.

I understand a lot of people have not gone through what I have and do not know how to deal with that, that is why I don’t talk about it often and let it gather into a filthy ball of fucking hate inside of me until I explode and freak the fuck out on people. I hate to do that I do my best to try and find healthier means of expressing my issues. I write it out. I turn that pain around and put into word, I spit all my emotions onto the screen. So I set myself naked on a pedestal to be seen with what I posted.

I fall often to pick myself up because I find if I ask someone to help me they will let go because they see something prettier to pay attention to.

Ever since I was a tender age of 8 I was told that if ANYONE touches you they want to have sex with you that you shouldn’t touch anyone because sex is bad. Because sex is wrong. Because no one really wants to be friends with you they just want sex. This was from parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, hell even my brother (once he got older) told me this to the point that I totally believed it.

Which spurned a lot of my sexual adventures in my older age as I became out of my shy shell and was rather outgoing so when anything would happen even something simple as a friendly hug I would associate as someone wanting me sexually. Like one would think I could be just like it’s a hug from a coworker because you had a bad day but with what I had been drilled in my mind daily that it was something “bad” that they wanted me only to have sex. It brings a lot of strange notions to the mind.

As now I’m free of that family and that life I am trying to relearn touch. Trying to associate it purely with what it is meant whether is sexual or just friendly. So I tend to now just freeze when someone does hug me or touch me because mentally I’m trying to figure out what it is suppose to mean. I’m trying to reorganize it in my brain. Does not mean I don’t appreciate it just means I have to process.

It is something I have to relearn, I have to do before I could think about being romantically with someone. It’s about the healing process I need to go through. It’s not easy.

I found it’s hard for me after what had happened to me to have my brother nearly kill me twice in my life that being touched by a male makes me rather nervous. Hence my comfort in the fictional men. As there is also apart of me that is rather uncomfortable around females in a small sense more relate to me feeling not good enough as I failed to take care of the most important female in my life my mother.

I suffer with Bipolar Disorder Type 2, I get depressed easy. My emotions on a daily basis is up and down constantly, I can generally keep it all in check but there are times when it just blows the fuck up and there isn’t much I can do about it. It just is how it is I legitimately cannot control it a 100% of the time, boy I would love to. But even with insurance and medicine it is not able to be controlled 100%.

I do my best to reply to all the chats I get to be supportive and helpful to all that come to me for advice, comfort and just general talk. It does hurt to have very little thanks for it, I do stop what I’m doing to respond to the message I interrupt my thought process to read what is going on. I understand that you do now know what I’m doing so you don’t know if you are bothering me. Simple things of saying good morning to me before bombarding me with stuff is polite or just asking how I’m doing.

I do my best to read all that I’m tagged in and leave a reply. It’s common courtesy because as a writer I know that we put a lot of heart and soul into things. That what we do is not easy and it is emotionally and physically draining. To see a like is nice reblog is fantasic to see a comment with that is mind blowing. It feels good to know what someone things about it either it be in the tags or in the comment section. It is nice to know what someone thinks about it to be a confidence booster. I always love to see someone comment on it or bombard my chat with “omg so hot!” “That was evil why did you do that to me, poor so-and-so!” Such things it’s nice makes me feel like writing more.

To see others get their inbox flooded with stuff, a ton of others get reblogs on their things with such crazy replies makes me jealous. Seriously my sin is Envy and Lust. I appreciate what I get don’t get me wrong and I don’t want people to be all flippant to add extra frills to what they reblog of my stuff or say to me. That pity I do not crave it’s just how I feel. There isn’t much I can do beyond get the fuck over it. To stop being a child about it. I am happy that my fellow writers and friends do well, their talent is amazing.

I understand my writing style is rather different than most. I’ve been told that it’s raw and purely emotional. I am taking that as a good thing. You will never see my writing with substitutes for cock or pussy (beyond like dick and vagina) you will not see me skirt around things that will make people sad. You will see errors in grammar, you will see run on sentences I have a grade school education in English, with the rest self taught to myself by myself.

I get severe anxiety each time I post something as I’m exposing myself to everyone to read this. I am getting better with it, I use to just stare at the phone looking for alerts but now I can just do other things as long as the phone is nearby. Desperate I know. I crave approval, I crave that pat on the head that what I just poured out to you was at least half way decent. What I did was good.

I am better at loving my own writing, I can read it over now I use to not be able to do so it was hard I couldn’t even read the slightest parts of it because I hated it so much. I will sometimes read them over before bed to calm down to relax.

Lastly:

I’m slowly starting to appreciate myself. It’s not easy when I was always shun for speaking about things for talking about my emotions. That when I did speak that my “jaded view of the world” was too much to deal with. My family would hate to hear me discredit any holiday because it is too materialistic or a phrase used too much because we just have to say we love everything. That I’m too morbid that I enjoy pain of others too much. I am a woman of actions speak louder than words, me writing things for you is my way of me saying I care for you, that I adore you, that I want you to feel better by reading what I wrote. Anyone can just spout out words but doing something to show it is more valuable and important to me. Cooking a meal or buying your favorite snack is something I find more special just saying the words. A lot of people don’t see those actions as means of caring for one but I do. I’ve been told a lot by my “family” that I was loved then them to turn around and do something abusive to me. So “I love you” still has a lot of rough feelings to me as it is just is words. Even all the times they hurt me I still went out of my way to cook, clean, take care of my sick mother to show I cared despite what they did.

I am trying to love the good things about me. It’s like looking at those items through a very dirty window for me. You guys might see it so easily but I cannot and it is rather hard some days to accept those things about myself and just go with the things that are natural. The things I don’t like about myself and the things that aren’t that good. To me those things are huge and crazy and the good is so small. I don’t want to speak much of that pain I inflict on myself, I have a fic I’m working on that will go over it. I want to appreciate my honesty, my openness, my creativity. It will be slow but I will do so.

Okay I’m done venting and rambling. This is just a bunch of rambling that has been on my mind and things I need to say. I’m not feeling suicidal I’m just emotionally drained.

If you read this know that I do appreciate you fully, I’m hoping you understand my feelings.

Now I’ll go back to producing some actual content.

- Jin

[crunchy-multi-fan-one-9]

Raya and the Sinister Forces chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

A few weeks have passed since Kumandra was restored. Fang, Heart, Talon, Spine and Tail were trying to live as one. It is a hard road though, but its not impossible. Kann lives in Heart. Having his own room at Raya's house. He and Raya are themselves, something of a couple. Sisu when not with her siblings, hangs out in Heart.

On a particularly nice day, Kann and Raya are on a walk together. They were in Heartland. The Keye warrior has a smile on his face. Raya was holding his hand. She looked around. She saw children playing, some of them were visiting from other villages. Tuk Tuk is back home.

It brought a warm smile to her face. Noticing her smile made Kann smile. He loved Raya's smile. There was something so precious about it. So beautiful.

The warrior took notice of his smile, she turned to face him. Kann blushed, facing forward. Raya smirked.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Oh nothing.." he gave her a slight smile "Just admiring your smile."

"Oh, thank you." she smiled.

"I always found it to be a nice one." He petted her hand "Ever since we met."

Raya liked how that felt. She also liked his compliment, as well as how at ease she felt. Those 6 years had been so stressful, but now she felt at peace. Kann felt the same, only his struggles were for eight years.

They heard the sound of giggling, it was Sisu. The couple looked over at her. The dragon was on her back, being petted by some kids. Some kids were from Heart, others from the other tribes. Apparently, they were tickling her stomach.

Soon, she spotted Kann and Raya "Hey you guys!"

The two waved at Sisu. They then made their way over to their dragon friend. The kids noticed them. Raya waved at the kids.

One boy said "Hello Princess Raya and Mr. Kann."

"Hello kids." Raya smiled "Having fun with Sisu?"

"Yeah!" they all cheer.

Kann finds himself smiling at this. It was sweet in his eyes, seeing children play with Sisu. Being able to play with dragons, was a dream of his in his childhood years. The carefree years.

A girl said "We were petting Sisu, she's ticklish on this part of her belly."

She tickles it, Sisu laughs. Raya and Kann smile at this, Sisu's laughter was adorable to them. The dragon was having a lot of fun.

"So you're ticklish huh Sisu?" Raya smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep, at least there." The dragon smiled.

The princess nudged her boyfriend "We should do something about this, right Kann."

She winked at him, he knew what she had planned. Kann smiled at her, nodding in agreement. They got closer to Sisu, she saw what was coming. Then the couple tickled the dragon together.

"Hey! That tickles!" Sisu laughs, moving her front and rear legs.

Raya and Kann are having fun doing this. The kids are laughing at this. Sisu kept on laughing as her besties tickled her.

"Ok, ok, I give!" Sisu laughed.

Soon, Raya and Kann stopped. Sisu had a few more giggles left. Then she rolled onto her stomach. Looking at Raya and Kann.

"You know that was fighting dirty." She playfully remarked "Both tickling me at the same time."

"Yeah, well, it had to be done." Raya smirked.

"She's right, sorry Sisu." Kann replied "In our defense, you probably would have done the same."

"Yeah you're right." Sisu admitted, getting up.

"See you around kids; I'm going to hang out with Raya and Kann for a bit." Sisu waved at them.

The kids wave back as the trio leaves. Kann looked back at them. He was glad that they are able to play with dragons. That was something he and his forefathers for the past centuries only dreamed of.

Kann stood between Raya and Sisu, he smiled at them both. These two meant everything to him. Reuniting with Raya and meeting Sisu are important moments to him. They led to him meeting Boun, Little Noi, the Ongis and Tong, as well as Namaari, though with Namaari, their initial relationship was not a good one.

Then, without meaning to, his thoughts went to when Sisu was killed. A haunting experience for him. There still lays an ever-present fear of losing Raya and Sisu. Kann frowns at those thoughts. He hates having them, but they tend to keep crawling back.

"Raya and Sisu, they mean the whole world to me." He thought to himself.

Kann looked to the both of them, smiling. These two were so very special. He was so happy to have them in his life. The guy felt so blessed.

"So what do you two want to do today?" Sisu asked her besties.

"Maybe some booth games?" Raya suggested "How does that sound Kann?"

"Oh! That sounds like fun!" Sisu clapped her hands.

The trio went around this part of Heart. Everything looked so lively. People from other parts of Kumandra were here.

Soon enough, they came across one of the booth games that featured stacked up bottles. The man running the booth has a grin on his face. He saw Raya, Sisu and Kann come over.

"Hello there." he smiled "Are you up for a game?"

"Ooo! Ooo! I am!" Sisu raised her front paw excitedly.

Kann and Raya smile at their dragon friend's enthusiasm. The man was pleased by the dragon's excitement. Sisu looked to Raya and Kann smiling.

"Can I play this game?" she asked excitedly "Please?"

"Of course you can, Sisu." Raya smiled at her friend.

"Have fun." Kann smiled at the dragon.

"Go ahead." The booth owner smiled.

Kann gave the owner some money. Sisu was stretching to get ready. The dragon was feeling ready to play. She smiled confidently.

Sisu took a ball and moved backwards, in an attempt to not make things too easy. She holds her arm back. Throwing the ball, she knocked all of the bottles down. It was an exhilarating feeling.

"Woo hoo! I did it!" Sisu cheered.

She high fives Raya and Kann. Sisu never knew booth games could be so much fun. Her two besties smiled. They loved seeing her so happy.

Soon she was handed her prize a plush dragon. The dragon's eyes sparkled at this. She had never held a plush dragon before. Sisu had seen them before.

"Aww she's so totally adorable." Sisu hugged her new toy.

Kann and Raya held hands as they watched this moment. Sisu was an adorable person and a great friend to the two. The dragon still cuddled her toy.

Kann kissed Raya's cheek. She smiled after he did so, then turned to him. Giving him a tender smile. Kann adored her smile.

"Thank you." Kann caressed her cheeks.

"What for?" Raya asked.

"For being in my life." Kann hugs her close, caressing her back.

"Thank you being in mine." Raya hugged him back.

The Heart Princess leaned further in to the hug. Sisu held her toy close as she smiled at her two besties who were in love. Seeing them together made her so happy.

"Aww..." she coo'd.

Kann ran his hand through Raya's hair from the back. He loved how it felt to the touch. She made him feel so at peace.

Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching them. Through a crystal ball in a dark throne room. An elderly sorcerer sat was watching, a wicked smile on his face.

"Ah.. How touching." He remarked "Young love. So pure, I hope those fools enjoy their peace. While they have it."

He lets out a sinister laugh. A muscular looking creature is in the shadows. His sharped tooth grin is shown. His arms folded.

Thats the end of chapter 1.

Please R and R.