#yandere lee minho

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : yandere themes ; basically a forced pregnancy ; late term pregnancy complications ; Minho is like, the worlds worst narcissist in this ; let me know if there's more ; Word Count : 6.9k A/N : The amount of research that I did for this one is crazy, but I also learned a lot so... building knowledge while writing fanfic is a plus! This request has been in my ask box for probably over a year and a half now, so... I hope that whoever requested it... I hope you enjoy! (Also, this was supposed to end WAY worse... But you all weren't ready to be sucker punched with sadness, so...) Request : Anonny : Pregnant with yandere leeknow/ yandere leeknow as dad Aaaangst

In The Beginning…

“Minho…” You called timidly from the bedroom, the way you called for him was about the same volume as when someone would talk regularly to a friend. When you spoke it was nothing more than a mouse-like whisper, always scared of what would happen if you raised your voice a little too much. Your doting boyfriend came into the bedroom, his hair tousled and wet from his shower, his eyes always seeming to carry a seductive look, dark and hungry for you at all times. “M-Minho…” You spoke his name again, this time more nervous now that he was standing in front of you. 

A chuckle built in his chest as he sauntered over to you, water wrinkled fingers that were warmer from the hot water he had been standing under, trailed across your cheek, one finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up as he towered over you. “Mm? What do you need, darling? Are you hungry? Thirsty? I know that last night was quite… exerting for you…” He teased, and you felt your body heat up at the mention of the sinful activities you had taken part in the night before. 

“Uhm… n-no…” You stammered, blinking a few times as you seemed to lose your train of thought constantly when he was standing so close to you, looking at you as if you were a delicious meal that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “We… We didn’t use protection and… Usually you’d get me a… a plan B pill and… I just was wondering if you had gone and… and gotten it by now?” You were always so nervous around him, still not quite sure what made him tick. One second he was happy, or at least he seemed happy, and then the next he was going through an outburst that had you locking yourself in the bathroom until he came to the door apologizing and giving you the same spiel that he would never do it again. You hated when things got like that, you tried to avoid getting him to that point at all costs. 

“I decided you don’t need it anymore.” Minho spoke nonchalantly, as if he was the one who could make that decision for you. Your mouth opened to protest, and he stared at you, waiting for you to say something, anything that would give him a reason to lash out. It’s like he wanted a reason, he wanted to go off on you, like he enjoyed seeing you scared, enjoyed being the hypocritical hero when he comforted you after making you cry. “Think about how wonderful it would be, to have a part of me growing inside of you… you’d be mine, all mine. You’ll never leave me…” His hands moved down to your stomach, as if there was already something in there. “I’ll pick up tests in about 2 weeks, I want to be right here when you take them and read the results.”

The First Signs…

Sitting at the dining room table, the chicken still in your mouth after you had taken a bite, an awful sensation washed over you. A sort of sickness that you couldn’t fight back, and an urge to throw up that you couldn’t breathe your way through as you usually would. “Mm’scuse me…” You mumbled through the palm of your hand that was clasped over your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it as your body practically folded over the toilet. 

“Darling…” Minhos soft cooing from the other side of the door had goosebumps forming on your skin. When he cracked the door open, you could see a rather excited smile beginning to spread across his face. “Are you alright?” The juxtaposition of his expression and his words made your head reel. He looked too happy for someone who had just watched their girlfriend throw up all of their dinner. You nodded your head in response, making sure the contents of your stomach were cleared out before taking a few steps to the sink and washing your face and then rinsing your mouth out with water. “I thought you loved that chicken… Hmm, I wonder why it would make you sick all of a sudden…” 

He stepped into the bathroom fully now that you were done being ill, the nausea seeming to be completely gone now, as if it hadn’t been there at all. You knew exactly what he was insinuating, and while it might seem that way, you weren’t ready to accept that it could be what he was thinking, you didn’t want to accept it. “I think they just changed the frying oil or something…” You excused, dabbing at your lips with a bit of toilet paper before exiting the bathroom, Minho right in tow. You couldn’t be pregnant, that would make him all the possessive, all the more obsessive and overbearing. You wouldn’t be able to ever leave, not that you were able to do that now anyway, but it would be so much worse. You probably wouldn’t even be able to look at the windows without him lecturing you. No… pregnancy wasn’t an option for you. 

As you stood at the sink, getting a glass of water from the tap to wash out the taste, Minho stood behind you, his hands placed gently on your stomach. It was the softest he had ever touched you, but you knew that it wasn’t exactly for you, it was for the little demon spawn that he assumed was inside of you. “Does my baby not like the fried chicken? Hmm? Whatever you want, daddy will get it for you… As long as your mommy tells me.” How could he sound so sweet? It was gag inducing, how he pretended to be so caring when he was practically trying to hold you hostage using a potential child. 

The next days were the same, the sudden nausea not even having the common courtesy to creep up on you, instead, hitting you full force, barely allotting you enough time to run to the bathroom or the trash bin to vomit. It didn’t matter what you ate, each day at the same exact time, it was always the same. You could see the light in Minhos eyes growing brighter each time it happened, but you were in denial, and you quite liked being in that state. You didn’t want to accept that there was a very real, very high possibility that you were now carrying his spawn. “I must be coming down with something…” You mumbled, resting your head in the palm of your hand, suddenly feeling exhausted, as if you hadn’t slept in days. It was another sign, another symptom, you knew that, but you hoped that Minho would overlook it. 

“Well it has been 2 weeks, more than that actually, my darling.” The smile that he was was nothing short of sinister as he ran to the bathroom and returned with two boxes in his hands. You knew this time was coming, you had been dreading it, hoping that you would get your period at any moment now. It never came though, and you were terrified of what the tests would undoubtedly reveal once you took them. “I’m sure taking them would answer a lot of your questions… Here…” He slid the boxes across the table, but you refused to even look at them, instead staring out the window, trying your best to block out everything that he was saying. You didn’t want to be pregnant, not by him at least. How could you even be happy bringing a child into this type of lifestyle? “Darling…” He murmured the pet name softly, but rough hands suddenly gripped your chin, turning your attention to him fully. “Take the tests. Now.” 

You huffed loudly, pushing yourself away from the table and snatching the boxes up before rushing to the bathroom. You knew well enough that if you didn’t get there in time and lock the door, he’d probably try to come in and watch you take them just to make sure you weren’t fabricating the results. It would have been a good idea, but you knew he’d notice. There was no way you could just run the test under the sink water and pretend they were negative. It’s not like he’d let you go if they were anyway, he’d just keep trying and trying… and once you started showing… He’d probably be more pissed off that you lied to him. 

“You’re taking quite a while in there… Do you need help?” The question was genuine, but you glared at the door, knowing that he wouldn’t see it. It was the only time you could make those kinds of faces at him without being reprimanded for it. The tests laid on the back of the toilet seat, and much to your dismay, the second line showed up faster and darker than you ever expected it to. “Fuck!” You thought to yourself as you unlocked the bathroom door and flung it open, slipping past him as he rushed in. He was too preoccupied with being excited over the tests to focus on you, at least for right now. All you wanted to do was sleep and hopefully wake up from the nightmare that you had been living in for the last 3 years. 

The First Trimester… 

There was no bond forming. For the most part, you tried to forget that you were pregnant at all. It was easier during this stage. Other than the nausea and the exhaustion and the slight pulling and pinching sensations you’d feel in your lower back and upper thighs, all things that you could write off as any other reason, you didn’t feel pregnant. You were still in denial, you didn’t want this. Minho wanted this, and he was the only one happy about it. This was the happiest you had seen him though, he was absolutely elated, but he was also overly protective, which was becoming a real pain in the ass. 

“I can get dressed on my own.” You muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help you pull down your shirt after you had just put it on. “I really don’t like the hovering, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Were you allowed to be honest with him now? Would he excuse it as your hormones going crazy because of the baby? He wouldn’t yell at you, right? Not when you were in such a fragile state. He reached out further, grabbing your wrists, rather tightly, and pulled you towards him. Of course, he wouldn’t dare try to be so rough anywhere around your stomach, but everywhere else was still fair game. 

“You’re carrying my child, and as long as you are, I can hover as much as I like.” He hissed, and even though you didn’t like his tone, you were grateful that he wasn’t yelling. “I know you don’t want it. You’d probably be overjoyed if you miscarried. I won’t allow that to happen though, so just be good for me, let me help.” His expression immediately shifted, his head tilting to the side as the most innocent looking smile had his teeth flashing up at you. It was like whiplash, it made your head hurt. “So what would my babies like to eat today, hmm? Are you craving anything in particular?” He cooed, although his attention was still primarily focused on your stomach. 

Any other woman would want a man like him, a man that treated them this way and got this excited to find out they were pregnant. Any other woman could have him and all of his psychopathic tendencies. “I’m craving a nap.” You snapped, and you watched his nostrils flare out at your disobedient tone, but he didn’t say anything, instead getting off the bed and yanking the covers back for you, waiting for you to climb onto the mattress before carelessly throwing them back over your body. “Thank you.” You mumbled, rolling over onto your side so that your back was to him, tucking the covers around your chin and squeezing your eyes shut. It wasn’t just the raging hormones that tired you out, it was Minho too, him more than anything honestly. Living with him, well, no, not living, being stuck with him, was the most exhausting thing ever. 

“I’ll wake you up for your vitamins and for lunch.” He said sternly, more like a strict caregiver than the father of your unborn child. You hated him. You hated that he did this to you, that he chose you to be the object of all of his desires. Why did he choose you? He still hadn’t told you why, he just insisted that you were the one that he wanted. Now you were carrying his child, and you feared that you’d truly be stuck with him forever. What did you do to deserve that? 

The Second Trimester…

Most women would get an ultrasound at around 9 weeks. However, you had yours at 20 weeks. You didn’t go to a doctors office, instead, Minho had the doctors come to you. Even still, he didn’t want you leaving the house. Before the doctor was even allowed to see you, he had to sign an NDA, with Minhos reasoning being that he was an idol, and he didn’t want the public to know about his fiancées current condition. You still didn’t know when you had gotten engaged, but apparently it had happened at some point before the doctor's arrival. 

Seeing your baby on the screen made it impossible to deny that you truly were pregnant. It also made it hard for you to hate it as you during your entire first trimester. Was it truly the baby’s fault that their father was crazy? Did it’s fathers behavior make the baby inherently evil? No… of course it didn’t. The baby was still a part of you, and you were a good person. You wouldn’t allow your child to grow up to be like Minho. “It’s a girl.” The doctor said, pointing to the screen as if you’d understand what you were being shown, but Minho was mesmerized by what he was seeing, his jaw slacked in awe. 

“That’s my daughter… Our daughter? Really? Is she healthy?” It was Minho asking all the questions that most women in your position would be asking. You were too caught up in your own thoughts though. A baby girl, you were carrying his daughter. She’d be more like you, right? Maybe having a daughter would change the way he is, he’d become normal, a man that you could actually love and welcome having a family with. He wouldn’t want his own daughter to be with a man like himself, right? 

The doctor turned up the volume on the little tv, a rapid pulsing sound filled the room, both you and Minho were silent as you listened. “She’s healthy, very healthy.” The doctor said, smiling to both you and Minho. You were… happy. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at the screen, watching the baby squirm around, and you couldn’t wait to be able to feel her moving beneath your skin. “I’ll print out the pictures and then be on my way. I’d like to make another appointment for next month though, make sure she continues growing the way she should. I also want some bloodwork from you…” He motioned towards you, and you swallowed thickly, looking at Minho who looked slightly annoyed at the doctor's pushiness. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong, we just like to make sure that there’s no underlying problems. Better to be safe, right?” 

His words had you tensing up, your hands moving down to your stomach, rubbing over the small swell that had begun to form as your daughter grew bigger. “Why… Why would there be underlying problems? What could be wrong?” You squeaked out, not wanting to look up at the doctor, worried that his expression would give you a silent answer, one that you were scared to know. Minho was still, like a statue, only his eyes moving between you and the doctor, but there was no answer, just a soft sigh and a gentle tapping against your hand to try to calm you. The gesture was supposed to make you feel better, but you heard Minhos teeth gritting together. 

“It’s just precautionary. This is your first appointment since you’ve gotten pregnant. It’s to make sure both you and the baby are healthy and that there are no problems now or in the future. From what I see though, you and your daughter are perfectly fine. You have nothing to worry about.” Your hand was held lightly by the doctor who offered you a reassuring smile, but before you could thank him, Minho was, quite rudely, ushering him out of the room and shutting the door. On the other side of the door, in the hallway, you could hear Minhos aggrivated voice, low enough that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but you could feel it, reverberating through the walls and the floorboards. He was talking so fast that the doctor didn’t have a chance to speak, and before you knew it, the front door was slammed shut and then Minho was storming back into the bedroom. 

“Touching you… Holding your hand… Who the fuck is that guy?!” Minho growled as he shut the door behind himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door. “You don’t need any more fucking doctors. You were doing just fine without them. There’s nothing else we need to know anyway. Our daughter is healthy and that’s what matters. There’s no need to have some touchy ass fuckwad coming in here, looking at you… Ugh!” You could see the heat radiating off of him, he was beyond angry, he was absolutely irate, and while you didn’t want to push him any further, what the doctor had said prompted you to speak up. 

“Min… Honey…” It was an attempt to soften him up, you never called him that, not unless you were trying to get him to agree to something. Most of the time it never worked, but it at least would keep him from going off as rashly as he would without the pet name. “What if there is a… a problem… I think we both should know. We don’t need to keep him as our doctor… We can find someone else… But I think the bloodwork is important.” You sat up on the bed, trying to get a better look at him, trying to read his expression, but he was completely blank. “Minho…” You tried to get his attention, unaware that you already had it fully and he was just deep in thought. 

“No…” His hand was held out, one finger up to silence you as a chuckle was huffed out of his parted lips, his breaths coming faster and faster as he pushed himself away from the door. “I know what you’re doing. I know what this is…” The pet name didn’t work, nothing would work, he was already angry as it was and you were simply making things worse. “You want him to come back… You want him to take you away from me. That’s what you want. I know you! You’ve wanted nothing but to leave since you’ve been with me! He can’t have my fucking daughter! And he sure as hell can’t have you!” He climbed onto the bed, straddling you and holding your face between his hands. It wasn’t exactly painful, maybe you were numb to the pain it might have caused at first, but now you just found it annoying. “What do I need to do to make you stay!?” He shouted, his breath fanning across your face with every word. It’s like he was using all of the air in his lungs to enunciate every syllable. 

“Minho, stop it.” You whispered, knowing that the wrong word, a wrong look, saying it in a way that he didn’t like, it would only have him spiraling deeper and he’d drag you right along with him. “Please… h-honey look at me… I’m not trying to leave you… I just want to know that me and the baby are healthy, that there’s nothing wrong. I don’t want anything to happen to either of us… I want her… Honey, I want a family with you…” Sure, you were really sugarcoating it to try to get him to calm down, but you also really needed to know that everything would be okay. The last thing you wanted was for something to happen to you and him blame your daughter for the rest of his life or vice versa. 

His hands dropped down to your shoulders, his body now shuddering, although you didn’t know if it was because he was about to cry or if he was just shaking with anger. It was always hard to gauge his reactions or how he was truly feeling. It had you on edge all the time, and you felt like a tiny rodent, cornered by a feral cat. “Nothing is going to happen to either of you…” He mumbled, his head hung low, his hair curtaining his face. “Stupid fucking doctor, putting that shit in your head, scaring my darling…” This wasn’t what you wanted, his anger once again shifted towards the doctor who was just trying to do his job. “Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you and our baby?” You shook your head, of course he wouldn’t let something happen to either of you, not because he cared, but because he couldn’t fathom the thought of not owning you anymore. “You’ll be just fine, darling. You’re overthinking what that jackass said.” And with that, it’s like all of the anger washed away, a sudden wave of calmness rinsing him clean of the negativity. “Let’s get something to eat. My girls are hungry, aren’t they?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before shifting off of you and off of the bed, grabbing your hand and carefully helping you up to your feet. The sudden shift had you feeling dizzy, but it was welcome, at least he wasn’t yelling at you. 

The Third Trimester… 

Something was wrong, although you weren’t sure what it was. The ongoing nausea, the headaches, the blurred vision, you knew there was a problem. All you could think of was the argument that you had almost 15 weeks ago, wanting to at least have bloodwork done to make sure you were okay, but of course Minho had denied you of the simple procedure. If anything happened to you, it would be his fault, but he wouldn’t look at it that way, no, it would be someone else’s fault, it always was whenever he fucked up. 

“Someone’s tired…” He whispered when he walked into the bedroom where you were still laying. It’s not that you were actually that tired, you just couldn’t move without feeling sick. When he pulled open the curtains, you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning loudly as the bright sun only amplified the raging headache you were already suffering through. “Sorry, darling. Can’t lay in bed all day. Gotta get you up and moving. Come on.” He yanked the covers back and his eyes landed on your feet which had become so swollen you could barely even fit them in your slippers anymore. “What happened?” He whispered, although there was a slight panic in his voice as he gently grabbed your ankle and lifted it, looking over the extremity for any signs of injury. 

“I think… I think…” You kept starting the sentence only to be left practically winded after only saying two words. “Problem…” You settled for one word, hoping that it would get your point across and that he’d take some kind of action. He blinked a few times, backing away from the bed, his hands running through his hair as he seemed to be fighting an internal battle with himself. “Please…” You pleaded, your hands cradling your swollen stomach. If not to help you, at least to help your baby who he seemed to want more than anything. 

“Shut… Shut up! I’m thinking!” He screeched, suddenly pacing back and forth as his breaths came out sharply, sounding more like whistles as they came through pursed lips. “Why would you let this happen! What even… God dammit!” He shouted, his fist colliding with the wall in an act of frustration, and even though he was fully across the room, you jumped at the sudden act of violence. He would never hit you, no matter how mad he got he had never actually hit you, but when things got this bad, you always feared just how far he would go or how far gone he was. “What am I supposed to do?! Take you to the hospital?!” 

Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what he was supposed to do to keep both you and your daughter from potentially dying. “If I could just… have her… get her out… we could be… okay…” You said breathlessly, and he whipped around in your direction, his eyes wild and crazed. It truly seemed like he was losing his mind. “Min… I don’t want t-… to die… please…” You begged, the sudden onslaught of tears only making it harder to breathe. 

“Fuck! You think I want you to die!? You think I want that!?” He questioned, and soon his hands were back in his hair, tugging at the ends as he let out a loud scream. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it! It’s what you wanted to happen! You wanted to leave me so bad! You’d rather die than be with me!” He was once again blaming you, yelling at you for something that you didn’t even understand at the moment. You didn’t know what was happening, so why the hell was he attacking you for it? “Such a fucking bitch! God! Fuck! Get up!” You were being… belittled… insulted… cursed at for… dying? At least if you did die, you wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. You wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. But did you really want to leave your poor baby with someone like him? 

Getting up was a daunting task, it took you longer than it usually would just to swing your legs over the side of the bed. Every small movement made you feel like you had run a marathon, your breaths becoming more labored, your vision becoming spotty, and the urge to vomit became more of an oncoming threat as the bile from your otherwise empty stomach rose to your throat. There was no time to get to the bathroom, you weren’t even on your feet yet, and before you had any time to even warn Minho, you were doubled over, heaving up the acid that burned your throat on its way out. He watched, not coming close or helping you, but he watched, his lips parted and his eyes blinking rapidly as if what he was seeing wasn’t true. “Sorry…” The word was spoken in a single raspy breath, your head hung low with both shame, embarrassment, and pain. Your throat was scratchy now, and it felt like fire was being held against the back of it. Tears pricked your eyes and snot ran down your nose, stopping at your upper lip, and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe that away. 

“What happened…?” He asked, his voice once again soft, laced with the false tone of worry. It used to make you think he cared, but now you knew it was an act. It was all an act. “Let’s… Let’s go…” He said, his voice wavering. He truly didn’t know what to do, but he knew that he didn’t want to do this. It’s not like he had a choice though. You looked awful, like you were already standing at death's door, and that terrified him. He had seen you sick before, but he had never seen you like this. “C-Can you walk? Do you need… Uhm… Shit…” He was tripping over his words, but when he saw you try to get up on your own, he rushed over, his arm wrapping around you. 

Looking at you this close, he could see that your face was swollen too, and beads of sweat lingered on your forehead. “She hasn’t moved… Min… I’m- I’m scared…” You whimpered, and he pulled you closer to him, letting your body fall against his side, trying to take all of your weight as he walked you towards the front door. “Min…” You breathed out his name, your head falling against his shoulder. He hummed to let you know he heard you, grabbing everything he needed with one hand as he walked through your shared apartment. “If you have… to save any of us… save her… save the baby…” You wheezed, all of your weight falling against him, everything that he had been carrying was dropped immediately to catch you. 

“No… no no no! Stop talking like that! Stop it!” Minho shouted, his voice trembling from the sobs he tried to hold back. “I’m not losing either of you, dammit! I-…” He sniffled softly, and while your eyes had been closed the entire time, trying to block out the light that shone through the window in the living room, you could feel his eyes on you. “I love you… You know that, don’t you? I’m not… If anything happens…” The thought was stopped before he could get the words out, but you were stuck on the three words he had said prior. Love was such a strong emotion, you hadn’t felt loved the entire time you had been with him, and he had never said it before now either. Did the thought of you being gone forever make him change? If you did make it through, would he go back to the way he was before? Maybe death was the only escape… 

I’ll Make You Stay… 

There was no way the doctors would make him choose… It couldn’t be that serious. You were absolutely fine, right? He hadn’t noticed anything wrong until today… or were you just that good at hiding things from him? Why would you hide something like this from him? Were you afraid of him? Why were you scared of his love? He just loves you so much! What’s wrong with that? He wanted you to be with him forever, he wanted you to be his darling, why did you make it seem like that was so awful? He’d show you that you could be happy, that he could make you happy, you just had to stay with him, you had to stay. 

“Why can’t I go in?” Minho asked once again to the nurse who slipped out of the room. Each time he said it he was more irritated than the last. He just didn’t understand. What could be so wrong that he couldn’t be there for the birth of his daughter? Every time, the nurse would just sigh, getting more agitated with him. “I’ll just go in then. You can’t keep me from seeing her. That’s my wife, that’s my daughter! If you won’t tell me what’s going on then I’ll just-“ 

The nurse cleared her throat, although it sounded more like she was groaning. He tried not to let it bother him the way it usually would. He had far better, far more important things to worry about than the bitchy attitude of the nurse. “She didn’t want me to tell you. I’m trying to respect her wishes. She wanted to be alone.” The nurse explained, but it only stirred up more questions in Minhos now overactive mind. What was the reason behind you wanting to go through this alone? Did he not have a say in being able to watch his daughter be born? It was unfair, and once everything was over with, he’d be having a talk with you about how rude and humiliating it was for him to sit out in the hallway while you were delivering his child. He opened his mouth, not even to speak, just to breathe, and the nurse started talking, as if she assumed he was just going to continue complaining. “Both of them are not well. The last thing I wanted to do was go against what could possibly be her last wish. Are you understanding now, sir?” 

Your… last wish? It sounded like you were dying… It couldn’t possibly be that bad… Is it? Why would you want to be alone during a time like this? How could you leave him this way? Do you not even care about his feelings? It’s like you want to make him miserable! All he wanted was to have a family with you, to make you stay with him forever, and now you’re trying to get away by dying!? You were so selfish! Why couldn’t you just be healthy?! He had done everything right. He made sure you ate and had your vitamins and did daily exercises and that you always got enough sleep. If anything happens to you and the baby… It would be your fault! It would all be your fault! 

“An early blood test would have shown that this was a possibility. It would have potentially kept this from happening. If she was getting proper appointments, this would have been caught before it got this bad. Who was her OB?” The nurse asked, her clipboard resting against her forearm, her pen held in her other hand, as if she was waiting for the information to jot down. The mention of your doctor had his mind pausing for a split second… This is why you needed the bloodwork done? Why had no one told him that back then? Why was he not informed of the risks that would come along if the bloodwork wasn’t done? This still wasn’t his fault though… No, the doctor should have talked to you and him more about the benefits of getting early bloodwork done. 

It was the doctors fault… If he hadn’t been so touchy with you, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal for him to come back and do the bloodwork. It was all the doctors fault, and if something were to happen to you or the baby… Minho would make sure that the doctor paid for it. He told the nurse the doctor's name, trying not to let his smile break through the mask of sadness that he was wearing, but it was hard. The thought of getting that guy to potentially lose his job, it was nice, and he couldn’t help but feel a little… overjoyed, knowing that if anything were to happen to you and the baby, it wouldn’t be in vain, at least the doctor will suffer as well. “I guess I’ll… wait out here…” He said, the frown once again returning to his face as he dropped down into the chair beside your door. It was still hard not being in there with you, knowing that so many people were looking at you, touching you… He felt like he was going to lose his mind, and the only way that he was keeping himself slightly sane was by constantly telling himself that he could potentially lose you and his daughter if those doctors didn’t help you. 

He was in and out of sleep the whole time, his head falling against the wall and his eyes drooping shut, only for them to shoot back open whenever an alarm would go off, looking up at the light above your door to make sure it wasn’t for your room before drifting back to sleep once more when he realized it wasn’t. It had been hours, he finally stopped counting after the seventh, when the door finally opened and one of the nurses, different from the one before, walked out. There were dark circles under her eyes, she looked frazzled and exhausted, but there was no urgency, there was no sadness… Was everything okay? Would he be able to keep you and his daughter? “Sir…” She started, and Minho sat up straight, his eyes hopeful as he looked up at the nurse. “I don’t want to sugarcoat anything, I don’t want you to get excited just yet… Although your wife and the baby are… alive… That doesn’t mean that things are… okay.” It was like all of the hope was drained from his body immediately, even after hearing that you were alive… How could you still not be okay? 

“Well… what’s wrong? What happened? I mean… I need some information here!” He was trying not to get worked up, but the way the nurse seemed to be beating around the bush was highly aggravating. For Christ's sake, he’s your boyfriend, the father of the child, and she was talking to him like he was some nobody. He deserves… No, he needs to know what happened! “How is she not okay? Is the baby okay? Come on, tell me something, dammit!” He didn’t care if she was tired, or if she was emotionally worn out after helping you. That’s her damn job, and part of it is telling him what the hell is going on. 

She sighed loudly, clearly not happy with the way that Minho was talking to her, but he didn’t really care for that either. He wasn’t even allowed in the damn room, the least she could do was tell him what had gone on while he was locked out in the hallway. “The mother had preeclampsia which advanced to class one HELLP, which I will not go into full detail about, a simple google search will tell you what it is, but I will say that she had the most severe case of HELLP that I have ever seen in my years of working here. We were at a point where we worried that we would have to choose whether she lived or the baby lived. She had to have blood transfusions before we could even deliver the baby, she was in the early stages of kidney failure, and while we were in the process of trying to help the mother, the baby went into respiratory distress. We had to do an emergency c-section, which wasn’t easy because we were worried about hemorrhaging, which did in fact happen. The baby is currently in the NICU, she is underweight, we have to do tests to check her platelet count, she’ll most likely be in the NICU for a couple of weeks, and that’s minimum, especially if her platelets aren’t normal. The mother needs to stay because we have to make sure she doesn’t have any other underlying health issues, and we need to monitor her closely because the first couple days after delivering a baby with HELLP syndrome could be fatal. So yes, the mother and the baby are alive… But they are in no way, shape or form, okay or healthy enough to come home anytime soon. Does that answer your questions, sir?” 

Minho didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t understand anything that had been said to him, all he knew was that it was bad and that you wouldn’t be going home with him. How could you let things get this bad? Why didn’t you tell him? Surely you must have felt ill or something when this was all going on? And that damn doctor… Why did he have to touch you? Why did he have to make him so angry? If he had just been a normal doctor, he would have been allowed to come back and do your bloodwork. This all could have been avoided! It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t! How was he supposed to know that something like this could happen?! He had never read anything about this online! He didn’t know something like this could happen! It wasn’t his fault! 

“Anyway…” The nurse spoke once more, taking Minhos silence as an opening. “She’s resting, they both are. There’s going to be doctors in and out of the room constantly, so, if you’d like to go in there, you can, but I wouldn’t expect to get any rest. If I were you, I’d honestly just go home, get some sleep, and come back in the afternoon. They’re not going anywhere, it’s going to be a long road ahead of the both of them… And you need to get as much rest as possible to prepare for it.” And with that, she walked away. He was left alone in the hallway with his thoughts, the faint sound of a heart monitor beeping just beyond the closed door to your room was the only sound he could really focus on. 

You were alive… You had stayed… You weren’t leaving him. He would have his family, and he would have it with you, his perfect darling. Nothing like this would ever happen again, he had his baby girl, and he had you. The two of you were all he needed. Once he had you and his baby back home, he’d make sure he never had to let you out of his sight again. You were going to stay with him, he would make you stay. That’s why he wanted the baby in the first place, and in the end, he still got exactly what he wanted. 

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[sadseungmin]

hi i love your dark concepts, i was wondering if you could do a DARK smut with multiple members? whichever you choose are fine, maybe chanlix or minchan? maybe a yandere smut or kidnapping?? :))

♡ being the play-thing of psychotic (eldest) hyung-line ♡

psychotic bang chan/lee minho x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)

p.s. i hope this is to your liking, anon!

⚠︎ tw: non-con elements (i.e. forced orgasms, forced exhibitionism), physical violence, pet play

You were always warned to never be trusting of strangers; that you're gambling with your life whenever your guard is down and your heart is open. The darkest intentions often hide behind the prettiest of smiles and the doe-iest of eyes, and yet, you still fell for Chan's and Minho's charms. So when the two men invite you to their lavish mansion on the outskirts of town for a night of drinking and good conversation, you happily accept.

That night, as you nurse your cool glass of Pinot Grigio, you can't help but notice how beautiful the two men look under the soft glow of the chandeliers hanging above—how well they complement one another, and how their gazes are locked on you so intensely, it's slightly unnerving. It's your last coherent thought before your eyes grow heavier and Chan's and Minho's voices sound distant. Dizziness washes over you, and just before the glass slips from your fingers, you realize...

You had gambled and lost. ˏˋ° ♱ *⁀➷

『 ↳♡･ﾟbreaking-in their new toy ೃ ♱

Psychotic Chan and psychotic Minho are meticulous in their shared obsession with you, deriving pleasure from controlling every aspect of your existence, starting with the dismantling of your bodily autonomy. They are devoted to breaking and possessing you entirely, using a variety of disturbing rituals and methods to ensure you serve your purpose as the perfect toy.

How it begins...

You awake in a dimly lit room, naked with your limbs tied tightly to the posts of a bed. Chan approaches first with a calm demeanor and a façade of gentleness. He caresses your tear-streaked face, whispering false assurances before moving his hands lower. His touch is slow, cold, and calculating. He speaks softly, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he and Minho needs you, all while ignoring your loud pleas to stop.

"Your screams are so pretty, baby. Too bad no one will hear them; this room is soundproof, after all."

Minho watches from the corner of the room, a smirk on his lips and his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. When Chan signals, Minho finally steps forward and approaches. He roughly grabs your inner thigh, his grip bruising your skin.

"You're gonna be good for us, and in return, we'll make you feel good too."

『 ↳♡･ﾟdaddy-kitten dynamic ೃ ♱

Chan and Minho revel in the power and control they have over you—their personal play-thing, their little kitten. This manifests in a twisted daddy-kitten dynamic, where your submission is not only expected but brutally enforced.

psychotic!chan is calculating; he enjoys toying with your mind and forcing you to submit through psychological manipulation. His orders are clear and absolute, and any hint of disobedience is met with severe punishment.

psychotic!minho prefers to be the enforcer, using his strength to dominate, leaving bruises and welts on your skin as reminders of their control. Minho loves the sight of your tears and your desperate, pathetic pleas for mercy.

How is this dynamic enforced...?

collaring and leashing: Chan gets you a custom-made collar, the first of many to come. The leather collar is baby pink (because, according to him, all kittens love that color) and is adorned with a golden pendant that reads: "Minchan's Little Kitten". He attaches a matching leash, leading you around and forcing you to perform degrading tasks. Whenever you're disobedient or hesitant to perform a task, Chan's favorite thing to do is choke you by pulling tightly on your leash.

"I know, kitten, I know. You can't breathe, right? That's because you didn't listen. The directions were fucking clear, weren't they? On the floor with your face down, ass up and arched, knees spread far apart, and hands holding your cheeks open. Now, let's try again, kitten."

impact play: Minho uses whips, paddles, and his hands to discipline you, and his strikes are always precise and powerful. The pain is a reminder of your place, and the bruises and welts left behind are a testament to your complete submission. Minho loves putting you over his lap and spanking your bare ass and pussy with repeated heavy-handed strikes.

"God, you're pathetic. Crying like a big baby, yet your pussy is just as wet as your face. Begging for me to stop, but your pussy is drooling all over my slacks. You're enjoying this, huh? You're a sick little kitty. Only sick kittens would enjoy being punished like this."

edging and denial: Chan takes pleasure in edging you to the point of tears, bringing you repeatedly to the brink of orgasm before cruelly denying you release until you're nothing but a trembling, desperate mess. He enjoys using a variety of toys—clit lickers, vibrating nipple clamps, fuck machines—to force these orgasms from you. He loves watching your body writhe around helplessly as tears bead in your eyes and drool slips from your parted lips.

"Bratty kittens like you don't deserve to cum. Sob all the fuck you want; it changes nothing. I don't care how red and swollen your pussy gets, or how much your tummy cramps—you haven't shown that you deserve to cum. That's not how kittens get what they want."

forced exhibitionism: As much as they enjoy sharing you between just themselves, they especially love making you perform in front of their closest friends to further shame and degrade you. Donning nothing more than cat ears, a collar, and a skimpy bra and panty set, every touch and forced orgasm is witnessed by six additional pairs of eyes. It's humiliating being seen like this, even more so to be repeatedly creaming and squirting and moaning from the attention of so many mouths, hands, and cocks. With all your holes properly stuffed and filled, how can you form coherent thoughts of shame or embarrassment?

"Look how cock-drunk you are, y/n. Mmm, you're completely ruined, kitty. You definitely belong to us now. Who else would want a mind-broken, cock-obsessed, slutty kitten like you, hm? Who else is gonna appreciate your filthy, stretched out cunt, huh? You were clearly made for us, and us alone."

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Stray Kids as Yanderes

Request: "You have yandere on your event and masterlist so would you do skz as yanderes? I know you only do soft yandere and thats fine"

WARNINGS: Obsessive behavior, Murder, Mention of suicide, Toxic relationship, Drugging, Manipulation, Humiliation, Claustrophobic issues, basements, blood, tied to a ceiling (not the reader), mention of kidnapping, delusional mindset, mental abuse, self-harm, cussing, suggestive? talking about kissing, Stalking, I think that's it

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO READ! You DO NOT have my permission to repost my work anywhere.

A/N: I wanted to expand on their jealousy, but this is already long enough. I struggled with Jisung so much! >:[ I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM WITH NOTHING BUT DORITOS AND COUGH MEDICINE IN MY SYSTEM!

Master list

*.·:·BANG CHAN

Type: Manipulative Violence: 50-100% Possessive: 86% Jealousy: 65%

Punishments: Manipulation

The relationship looks normal at first glance. Chan takes care of you, but not so much that it feels like you're dependent on him. He lets you talk to people and leave the house. He waited until you were ready before moving you into his home, and he still waited.

You were cozy in the Venus flytrap, and its jaws were slowly closing.

He'd pick your friends off one by one. Chan starts with the acquaintances. They're not close to you, so it shouldn't hurt that much for them to leave you. He puts wedges between you and anyone trying to separate you. Your friend who had a crush on you is gone.

Chan is a dangerous yandere because of his awareness. He knows what he's doing is unhealthy and probably immoral, but he wants you. Chan needs you.

I don't think Chan would really have a punishment for you.

He'd just be doing the same thing he's been doing. He'll guilt trip you into feeling bad for lashing out. You think Chan is too possessive? You're right, but can you blame him? Anyone who looks at you would want to eat you like a snack and take you home with them for leftovers. He's just being cautious.

The jaws are shut, but something is stopping you from panicking.

*.·:·LEE MINHO

Type: Possessive Controlling Violence: 56-97% Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 100%

Punishments: Isolation and Drugging Humiliation

Minho is yours out of courtesy. You are Minho's because he wants you. There is a difference. As soon as you learn it, everything will be easier for Minho for you.

As seen in this post, Minho likes to play with you. It doesn't matter if you don't want to play, he wants to play, and you will. If he can see the exhaustion in your eyes, then Minho will let you rest. Hope that he can see it. Hope, pray, do whatever.

The more "tired" you act, the less likely Minho is to give you a break. In a way, he wants you to break. How else will Minho know what not to do?

You're moving sluggish? Then we're moving around. You're about to fall asleep? Have this melatonin gummy that's actually an energy booster. Minho wants you to break so he can fix you.

If you start lashing out, Minho will make you more compliant. He'll slip it into your drink or your food. Depending on how exhausted you are, will depict how much he gives you. Minho doesn't want to kill you. He'd not let anyone else have you, not even death.

If you go, Minho goes. You are his, and you can't leave.

When you're delirious, he locks you in a room. Not your bedroom, of course. Minho wants that room to be a safe space for you. He'll lock you in the hallway closet if you're claustrophobic. Or he'll stick you in the basement with the lights off. Of course, you're in a concealed room, so nothing can get you, but you can't see that.

I'm a firm believer that Minho would humiliate you as punishment. He'll finally take you out of the house. He'll pick your outfit himself, and when you come downstairs and question his outfit, he waves you off. "I want the attention to be on you."

And it will be. What were you thinking about wearing colors to an all-black event? Why are you off the theme?

*.·:·SEO CHANGBIN

Type: Protective Violence: 75-95% (Never to you) Possessive: 100% Jealousy: 12%

Punishments: Isolation

Sure, your happiness is important, but your safety is Changbin's top priority. You need to be healthy and protected. If this means killing someone disturbing your peace, then that's okay. If Changbin is causing you distress, he'll isolate the both of you for a break. Then it's back to being stuck together.

If you let him, Changbin will take care of you. He'll feed you, he'll bathe you, and he'll dress you. He will do everything for you until you tell him to stop, and even then, Changbin will push those limits.

Changbin's possessiveness is laced in his need to keep you safe. He would love for you to live your life. But why can't you live your life in the safety of his arms?

You think he's harming you? Well, imagine everyone else. What if he wasn't there? They're worse than him. They have no regard for your being, and Changbin knows this.

He's certain of it.

Your punishment is Changbin's dream. He'll lock you up in a room where you can't be hurt. Where you're safe. Where else is better for you?

Changbin who hides the number of lives he's taking to "keep you safe." He's certain your mind won't be able to handle it. You can barely look at the news about their deaths. So imagine finding out they're tied to you?

*.·:·HWANG HYUNJIN

Type: Delusional Violence: 5% (Unintentional) Possessive: 98% Jealousy: 79-100%

Punishments: Isolation

You need him, and Hyunjin needs you. It's a fact, and you can't go against a fact. Well, you can, but you would be wrong. You and Hyunjin were meant to be. You were together in past lives. You will be together in future lives. In all timelines, you are together.

But Hyunjin is in this timeline, in the present, and he wants you now.

Hyunjin doesn't just love you. Hyunjin knows he is in love with you. He needs you like his lungs need air, how his heart needs blood. How the trees need our breath. But you don't want him? No, you're just confused.

And if not? Hyunjin will wait for the next life.

But in this life? Hyunjin doesn't mind ending it early. His body will be in the ground, his soul in the stars, and his breath in the sky. You have no choice but to be with him.

When you walk, your feet touch the ground Hyunjin's body is in. When you breathe, you inhale his air. When you cherish the stars in the sky, they sparkle and shine for you. They are his soul and past lives shining on you.

Hyunjin would never hurt you on purpose. He has no issues with locking you up if it means keeping you in check and him from lashing out at you.

"I will never hurt you. People don't harm who they love," Hyunjin tells you. He tells you this as he locks you in a room with a see-through door. Ironic coming from him, but at least you don't have to worry about him hurting you.

Hyunjin has no issues with giving you time. Time with him, but still time to realize that you are meant to be.

Hyunjin who is overjoyed when you finally return his feelings. Who is overjoyed when the Stockholm syndrome hits.

*.·:·HAN JISUNG

(I had to let him marinate cause this was pissing me off ;-;)

Type: Quiet One Violence: 76-100% Possessive: Jealousy:

Punishments: Murder (not you)

Jisung is the type with earbuds on and scrolling on his phone to make the act believable. He's not listening to anything, but no one knows that. Jisung is eavesdropping on your conversation.

Jisung watches from the shadows. He leans against walls, tucks himself into corners, and hides in plain sight. Jisung needs to know everything about you.

Jisung takes your lost pencils, favorite candy wrapper, and anything you thought you "lost." Jisung who puts your things on the shrine in his basement.

Jisung finds everything about your family and friends. He finds out their habits and their tales. What makes them tick? How can he get them to put in a good word for him? Jisung, who fakes a smile for your love.

Jisung trains himself to be around you. He sneaks into your room and stands as close to you as he can without becoming a mess. He walks a little ways away from you and shortens the distance as he progresses. Jisung who hides his obsession out of fear of losing you.

Jisung who wouldn't hurt a fly, repeatedly stabs the person stealing you. His heart is steady, his face his blank, and his body doesn't tremble. Jisung who kills those who harm you, even those you don't know.

*.·:·LEE FELIX

Type: Clingy Violence: 0% Possessive: 79-100% Jealousy: I don't know

Punishments: Manipulation

This relationship starts normal, but the longer you stay with Felix, the more his obsession progresses. It's a little hard for him to breathe without you, like running for miles with asthma and no inhaler.

Felix would never hurt anyone. You don't know that, though. Felix doesn't like death, and Felix doesn't want to hurt you in any way. Not truly, so Felix gives threats. Behave, or he'll kill *blank*. Stop acting out, or he'll take *blank* out.

If you ever call his bluff, he'll get fake blood and a dead body. Felix will stage the act. You come home, and it's peaceful until you hear noise from the basement. What's that red stuff on the counter?

When you get downstairs, there's blood everywhere, and your best friend hangs by their wrists from their ceiling. When you try to run, Felix, covered in blood, is in the doorway. He knocks you out, and you wake up in your bed.

Felix is scared out of his sleep by your panicked breaths. When you tell him of your "nightmare," his eyes will dull, and he'll look near lifeless. Your phone rings before you can question him, and it's your best friend. As you're talking to them, you glance at Felix, but he's back to normal.

Felix who kisses your cheek and wishes you a good morning before taking a shower. While he's in the bathroom, you check the kitchen and the basement, but everything is normal. When you get back upstairs, Felix is plaiting the table with your favorite breakfast food.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Felix's face is concerned, but his tone is knowing.

*.·:·KIM SEUNGMIN

Type: Laidback Violence: 26% Possessive: Discreetly at 75% Jealousy: I'm conflicted

Punishment: Taking things from you

Seungmin doesn't want you stressing at all. If you have a problem, he'll fix it. Kidnapping you is too much work, so you won't have to worry about that. Seungmin will let you see your friends and family, and let you go out without him.

He knows you would never leave him.

As an idol, Seungmin can get people to watch you when he's not with you. As a person with "normal" status, he finds a way to convince your friends that you have a stalker and he just wants updates on your safety.

They'll send discreet pictures of you so you aren't panicking. They're trying to keep you safe. What if your stalker is watching you now? Seungmin wouldn't lie about your safety. He loves you, and they know it.

You're starting to sneak around? He'll find out why you're sneaking. If it isn't a surprise for him then you have no business creeping around. He should know everything. You should willingly tell Seungmin everything, or at least make it easy for him to find out himself.

Seungmin's punishments start small. It starts with your passions. You like art? Your pencils are snapped, and your paints have been left with the caps off. You make music? Your instruments are locked away or smashed to pieces. Seungmin won't break something of sentimental value. Your studio is locked with everything inside it.

Maybe you like books? If he has to, Seungmin will go through your favorite book and fold the corners. He'll crease the spines of your books and lock them away so that when you get them back, they're messed up.

You read online? You have a Kindle or an app on your phone? That's fine. Your library is cleared out, and he'll start a new book just to make sure there isn't a "Start where you left off" option.

Seungmin isn't evil. He'll make a list of all the books in your library, online or on a shelf, and keep perfect copies. He'll buy you new paints or get you new instruments.

Seungmin who will send a picture of you with your family if you run away. "I hope nothing bad happens to them while you're gone."

*.·:·YANG JEONGIN

Type: Obsessive Violence: Depends Possessive: 50-95% Jealousy: 76%

Punishment: Isolation, self-harm,

You're all he can think about. Jeongin depends on you. He can't eat, his sleep schedule is nonexistent, and he hasn't been outside unless you bring him.

Tell him to give you space, and Jeongin will hand it to you. He'll be fucking miserable, but he'll give you all the space and time you need. When you finally come back to him, kiss him long and slow or fast and intense.

Jeongin doesn't care. He wants you to be stuck to him like glue until you get sick of him and need a break.

Jeongin is fragile. His world revolves around you. You are the sun that brightens his day and the moon that guides him in the night. Lashing out at him about anything is a direct blow to his heart and soul.

You yelling at Jeongin. = You hate Jeongin.

He can't live while you hate him. He lives to please you. If you hate him, then Jeongin has failed you. Failing you means he failed himself, and life is too good for failure as bad as this.

Jeongin who tells you with a blank face but love-filled eyes that he would die for your love. Jeongin who will proudly show you each scar as punishment for making you "hate" him.

©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Dom! Lee Minho/Sub Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Good morning, gorgeous," you whispered, taking a few silent photos from the roof into Minho's room. His sleeping body looked so precious with Dori snuggled against his face. You shuddered an exhale, licking your lips as you pulled away. Minho chuckled, watching you through his phone, "Kitty, you look so desperate," he cooed, zooming in. You realigned your camera, disappointed to see him sitting up, "It's too early, darling. You should sleep more," you whispered, watching Minho scroll on his phone. 

Minho crossed his legs, his back facing the window, "Aww, they're sulking," he chuckled, endeared by your obvious pouting. You hummed, watching the time on your watch, "It's almost here," you whispered, keeping your camera in exchange for a burner phone. The parcel arrived at Minho's doorstep, "I didn't order anything," he murmured, bringing it into his room. You gulped, shakily calling his number. 

Minho felt his phone ring and picked it up, "Hello?" he asked, making your breath hitch. You turned on your voice modifier, "Hope you like the gift, darling. It's curated for you," you said, breathing heavily. Minho bit back a smirk, "How did you find my address?" he asked, faking a worried victim. You shivered at his voice, "You shouldn't sign random forums, pretty. You wouldn't know who's getting them," you said, before hanging up.

Minho faced away from his window, chuckling into his palm. Making it seem like it was crying with his shaking shoulders. Guilt swirled within you but you knew the gift would cheer him up. Minho wiped the tears in his eyes, "Such a sweetheart," he cooed, tugging on the ribbon. The box was a stunning red with a cream coloured ribbon. 

Minho lifted the lid and his eyes widened, "This isn't fair, kitty," he smiled, seeing his favorite pudding, cat treats for his children and a lovely looking letter. He shuddered, smelling a tinge of blood coming from the letter, "As much as I don't like knowing you got hurt, kitten. You really do excite me," he groaned, opening the letter. It wrote: 

"To my dearest darling, 

Was my gift to your satisfaction, I wanted to make you feel special. I hope I didn't scare you too much. The way your face lights up when you take a bite of pudding makes my heart swell. I'm always watching, gorgeous. Please dream of me.

Your admirer,"

At the bottom of the letter lies a kiss mark, Minho gulped, tracing the perverted stain, "Fuck, your lips look pretty," he whispered, checking his phone if you were still on the roof. After seeing the empty rooftop, he kissed the mark and held the letter close to his chest, "Definitely one for my collection," he chuckled, opening a secret door being his clothes, a room filled with pictures and items you've used before. "I wanted to extend our little game but after today. I don't think I can hold back," he chuckled, messaging his friend to set him up on a blind date.

You huffed, getting dressed for a date you don't want, "Lix, I told you. I'm not interested in dating right now," you sulked, letting him comb your hair. Felix chuckled, "It's just one. Plus, Jisung said it was their treat. So, you get a free meal and have a good time," he said, patting your shoulders. You frowned, "I guess," you murmured, looking into the mirror. Felix really dolled you up, your lips plump and glossy. 

Your eyebags covered nicely. It was a total one-eighty from your usual attire. Felix nuzzled his cheek against yours, "Ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You gulped, "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, grabbing the necessaries. Minho loosened his tie, "It's time," he whispered, waiting for you at the table. He laced your glass with sleeping powder, hoping this date would go smoothly. You exhaled, pushing open the door. 

You faked a smile and looked for the table number. 'No way,' you thought, seeing your darling, sitting where your date was suppose to be. Excitement flooded your senses, 'Is this a dream?' you thought, making your way to the table. You tapped the table, "Are you Jisung's friend?" you asked, trying to be calm as possible. Minho smiled, nodded his head, "That's me. My name's Minho," he introduced, reaching out his hand. 

You wanted nothing more than to screenshot this moment like an otome game, "Nice to meet you, Minho," you said, taking his hand. Minho crossed his legs, hiding his growing bulge, 'My name just glides off their tongue. I can't wait to hear them cry it,' he thought, gesturing you to sit down. You took a sip of water, finding the taste to be odd but you didn't want to ruin the mood, "Have you ordered?" you asked, wondering why the table didn't have any menu. 

Minho nodded, "I have, it's allergen free. I didn't want to you wait long for dinner," he said, pouring you more water. You beamed, "Thank you for your consideration," you said, sipping more of the water. Minho allowed his mind to spin, your pretty smile, your stunning figure, the way you dressed up for the occasion. A brief thought of jealousy surged through his thoughts, 'They dressed up not knowing it was me. Does that mean that anyone would've since my kitten like this?' he thought, gripping his knife. 

You anxiously glanced peeks at him, his pronounced jawline, his piercing eyes, the veins on his arms. 'Fuck,' you thought, trying to keep your eyes from rolling back at the thought of his fingers pounding your hole apart. The waitress placed your dishes on the table, "Enjoy," she said, walking away. You jolted from your dazed, smiling at Minho, "Dig in," you beamed, eating your dinner. 

Minho did the same, watching your movements get more sluggish from the powder. 'Don't worry, kitty. I'll take great care of you,' he thought, enjoying the night.

You groaned, waking up in an oddly familiar room. One you've only seen through your digital camera. One you've come to love over the years. You tried to sit up, only to feel your wrists tug against the bed frame. Minho chuckled, sitting by the window the whole time, "Slept well, kitten?" he asked, moving towards you. He stroked your hair, gently grazed your arms and thighs for any weapons you kept hidden. 

You gulped, pressing your legs together, trying to hide your dagger between your thighs. Minho clicked his tongue, "Now, now. Good kittens don't hide dangerous things," he cooed, brushing his hands between your inner thighs. His smirk grew, feeling a leather holster. He unclasp the holster and placed it aside, "There we go, all helpless for me," Minho chuckled, brushing your hair. 

You couldn't help but feel aroused, every sense in your body melting into his dominating presence. Minho hummed, "For a perverted little kit, you sure are obedient aren't you? Did you like watching me, sweetheart. Do you touch yourself while stalking me?" he asked, holding your neck. You moaned from the pressure, you eyes hazy with pleasure, "I do. I'm sorry, Minho. I'm sorry," you whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks. 

Minho cooed, tightening his grip, "You're not sorry at all, kitten. I love hearing your unbashful moans when you ride your pretty little dildo," he chuckled, loving the confusion on your face. "What?" you whispered, staring up at him. Minho traced your bottom lip, "You should really close your windows, kitten. It was so easy to hook up a camera in your room," he said, booping  your nose. You moaned at the realisation, "You know everything?" you asked, desperation lacing your tongue. Minho kissed your forehead, "Everything, kitty. You're not the only one who's been watching," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Hhgh, hah, hah," you moaned, riding his cock at a relentless pace. Minho chuckled, spanking your plush ass, "Clench for me, kitten," he growled, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounce. You did as told, your ribbed walls contracting around his girthy veiny hot cock, "Hah! Good, so good," you whined, burying your face into his chest. 

Minho groaned, his fat cockhead kissing your tiny crevix with each thrust, "How many times have you imagined this, kitty? Tell me," he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You hiccuped, gasping and moaning into his chest, "Every other day. Needed you, needed you so bad," you sobbed, licking his puffy nipple. 

Minho groaned into your hair, his face buried in the scent of your shampoo, "Yeah? Needed my Fat. Throbbing. Cock. dragging within your swollen little cunt, huh? I watched you play with that girthy dildo the other day. Tell me which is better, kitty. My cock or that toy?" He rambled into your ear, his tongue licking your earlobe with a lewd squelch. 

You whimpered, shuddering within his hold, "Your cock. Yours Minho," you cried, tears dripping onto his chest. Minho grunted, pumping his thick shaft up your cunt, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy clit,  "Say my name. Say it," he growled, picking up the pace. You arched your back, clawing his chest in sheer pleasure, "Minho! Min, Min, Hhgh," you whimpered, your thighs sore and aching. 

Minho groaned, feeling his cockhead ease beneath your cervix, "Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel your obsession," he hissed, feeling you clench hard around his shaft. Broken moans escaped your lips, drool got mixed with your tears and snot. "Hah, hhgh, cumming!" You gasped, creaming around his throbbing cock. Minho groaned, his head pounding from your tight searing cunt. 

"Fuck, fuck, hah," you moaned, his semen coating your inner walls white. You panted, catching your breath from the raw intensity. Minho kissed your forehead, "You can't escape me now, sweetheart," he whispered, licking your jaw. You clenched around his sensitive cock, "Neither can you, darling," you beamed, staring into his equally possessive gaze.

AMAB

"Hhgh, hah, hah," you moaned, riding his cock at a relentless pace. Minho chuckled, spanking your plush ass, "Clench for me, kitten," he growled, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounce. You did as told, your ribbed walls contracting around his girthy veiny hot cock, "Hah! Good, so good," you whined, burying your face into his chest. 

Minho groaned, his fat cockhead kissing your tiny prostate with each thrust, "How many times have you imagined this, kitty? Tell me," he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You hiccuped, gasping and moaning into his chest, "Every other day. Needed you, needed you so bad," you sobbed, licking his puffy nipple. 

Minho groaned into your hair, his face buried in the scent of your shampoo, "Yeah? Needed my Fat. Throbbing. Cock. dragging within your swollen little hole, huh? I watched you play with that girthy dildo the other day. Tell me which is better, kitty. My cock or that toy?" He rambled into your ear, his tongue licking your earlobe with a lewd squelch. 

You whimpered, shuddering within his hold, "Your cock. Yours Minho," you cried, tears dripping onto his chest. Minho grunted, pumping his thick shaft up your hole, his hand reaching down to rub your puffy cockhead,  "Say my name. Say it," he growled, picking up the pace. You arched your back, clawing his chest in sheer pleasure, "Minho! Min, Min, Hhgh," you whimpered, your thighs sore and aching. 

Minho groaned, feeling his cockhead ease against your prostate, "Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel your obsession," he hissed, feeling you clench hard around his shaft. Broken moans escaped your lips, drool got mixed with your tears and snot. "Hah, hhgh, cumming!" You gasped, creaming between your torsos’. Minho groaned, his head pounding from your tight searing hole. "Fuck, fuck, hah," you moaned, his semen coating your inner walls white. You panted, catching your breath from the raw intensity. Minho kissed your forehead, "You can't escape me now, sweetheart," he whispered, licking your jaw. You clenched around his sensitive cock, "Neither can you, darling," you beamed, staring into his equally possessive gaze.

[tinytinyblogs]

Okay hear me out can I request yandere skz whose darling hates/refuses to even look at them and says mean things to the boys in order to get them to leave her alone but it has the opposite effect

Are you defying me, darling?

The more you distance yourself, the closer they might become. Take it slow if you're unsure.

⚠️ yandere theme, unhealthy obsession, and a lot more⚠️

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Thanks for your patience! Things have been a bit hectic lately, and I apologize for the delay. Here's the reaction post you requested, as promised. Let me know if you have any feedback or if there's anything I can improve on.

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Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

Chan

Chan, your sunshine, your anchor – the very picture of gentleness. He opens doors with a smile, treats you like royalty, and knows exactly how to make you laugh. Yet, a knot of apprehension coils in your stomach because for all his sweetness, there's a line you never want him to cross. The air hangs heavy. You haven't spoken in what feels like hours, the silence a suffocating blanket. It started with a simple plea, a desperate need for some space, some time to breathe without the constant hum of his presence. The words tumbled out, harsh and ragged. "Can you just leave me alone, damn it?" The change in Chan is instantaneous. His smile vanishes, replaced by a coldness that sends shivers down your spine. A heavy silence descends, thick and suffocating. You steal a glance at him, and your heart plummets. His eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, are now narrowed lasers, fixated on you. The air crackles with a tension you've never witnessed before. Then, a deceptively calm voice breaks the silence. "What did you just say, sweetheart?" he asks, the endearment sounding foreign in this new context. It's clear he doesn't like what he heard, and a flicker of fear ignites in your chest.

You shrink back, your voice barely a whisper as you repeat, "I... I just want to be alone, Chan." But the damage is done. With a slow, deliberate movement, Chan closes the distance. He towers over you, his form an imposing shadow. He crouches down, invading your personal space, and gently, but firmly, cups your chin with his hand. You wince as his nails dig slightly into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's calm, almost too calm, and that terrifies you more than any outburst. His eyes hold you captive, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "I may love you," he continues, his words laced with a dangerous undercurrent, "but disrespect won't be tolerated. Remember that." Seeing the tear, a flicker of something crossed Chan's face – maybe regret, maybe anger. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Tears won't work this time," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He reached out, a single finger brushing against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You will explain yourself," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "And you will understand exactly why you don't get to ask for space from me."

Minho

Minho wasn't like other guys. He didn't crave grand gestures or whispered sweet nothings. No, Minho thrived on the spark in your eyes when he sent shivers down your spine with a surprise tickle or a whispered threat that danced on the edge of plausibility. The way you flustered, the stammer that replaced your usual sharp retorts when he'd corner you with a teasing question – that was his fuel. So, when you finally snapped, a glorious eruption after weeks of his calculated torment, a thrill snaked through him, cold and exhilarating. "Get away from me, don't touch me, you jerk!" you shouted, cheeks flushed a furious red. He'd expected the usual splutter of insults, a well-placed punch maybe, but this raw defiance, this unfamiliar vulnerability – it was intoxicating. Minho's smirk wasn't playful this time. It was a slow, deliberate twist of his lips, a predator recognizing a challenge in its prey. You wanted him gone? Perfect. He'd become your shadow, a constant reminder of the delicious chaos he reveled in unleashing. The way your breath hitched when he brushed past a little too close, the flinch you couldn't quite suppress when he materialized at your locker – oh, he'd savor every startled reaction, every muttered curse under your breath.

Perhaps you didn't understand him, and maybe that was part of the allure. Minho was an enigma, a puzzle only he held the key to. But that didn't matter. He thrived on the chase, on the unpredictable rhythm your dynamic had taken. Your pain, a byproduct of his gamesmanship, was a mere footnote – the price you paid for defying him. "Feeling spicy today, aren't we?" he drawled, his voice low and gravelly. He stopped directly in front of you, his face mere inches away. "Seems like somebody needs a reminder of who's in charge," he continued, his smirk widening. A single finger brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You wanted to fight back, to spit out a retort, but the words wouldn't come. The fear was a thick fog clouding your thoughts. Minho seemed to revel in your silence. He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper but filled with chilling promise. "We have plenty of time for you to learn your lesson." The enclosed space became a prison, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering tension. You knew this wasn't a game anymore. This was Minho asserting his dominance, and you were the unwilling participant in his twisted play.

Changbin

You clench your fists, heart hammering against your ribs. "Damn you," you growl, the words tasting metallic on your tongue, "don't come any closer, jerk!" Changbin's laugh echoes in the confined space. It's a sound you've never heard before, devoid of its usual teasing lilt and replaced with something darker, hungrier. This new side of him sends a shiver down your spine, both terrifying and...exciting? The thought is fleeting, pushed aside by the urgency of the situation. He ignores your protest, a predatory glint in his eyes. Each step he takes is a deliberate invasion of your personal space, until your back is pressed flush against the wall, trapped. His hands snake around you, pinning you against the cool surface. It feels like the room has shrunk, the air itself thick with unspoken tension. "So what, huh?" he taunts, leaning in so close his warm breath tickles your ear. "I can do whatever I want." His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. It's as if this sudden resistance has ignited a fire within him, a twisted competition to break you, to own you completely. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, a game suddenly unfolding before you. One he intends to win.

Shame burned through you, hot and acrid. You hated yourself for the traitorous flicker of excitement that had dared to ignite within you. Changbin's dark eyes, usually lit with playful mischief, were now narrowed with predatory intent. The possessiveness that radiated from him was suffocating. "This isn't a game, Changbin," you spat, your voice shaking but defiant. You met his gaze head-on, refusing to show fear. "Don't you dare turn this into some twisted dominance act." A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a slow, dangerous smile. "Dominance act?" he echoed, his voice low and silken. His thumbs brushed across your wrists, sending a jolt through you. "Perhaps," he continued, leaning in further, his breath hot against your cheek. "Or maybe it's just a reminder of who calls the shots here, sweetheart." His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of something you couldn't decipher passing through his eyes. Then, with a sigh that seemed to shake the very room, he released you. You stumbled back a step, breathing heavily, the air suddenly feeling thin. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, his voice back to its usual drawl, though a hint of darkness lingered. "Maybe we need a different kind of reminder." He took a step back, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. "A reminder of the consequences of defying me."

Hyunjin

Your outburst, a tirade fueled by pent-up frustration and veiled truths, had frozen Hyunjin. He stood there, a statue carved from confusion and a flicker of something darker. You spat out the final words, "Just get out! Leave me alone you jerk!" expecting a fight, an apology, anything but the unsettling silence that followed. He left, the quiet deafening and thick with unspoken threats. But the absence wasn't a reprieve. It was a predator stalking its prey. Every creak of the floorboards sent your pulse racing, every shadow a potential monster. Sleep was a distant memory replaced by a hypervigilance that left you drained. The bed felt vast and empty, the once comforting weight of Hyunjin beside you a chilling reminder of what you'd lost. Days blurred. The air crackled with a tension so thick you choked on it. Then, one evening, just as the remnants of hope started to flicker, Hyunjin reappeared. He wasn't the playful boy you knew. His eyes, usually sparkling with amusement, were now steely and focused. They scanned the room, lingering on you, assessing. Silence stretched, broken only by the shallow rasp of your own breath. "So," he finally spoke, his voice devoid of its usual warmth, "you want to be alone, do you?" It wasn't a question.

It was a challenge, a test to gauge your sincerity. You opened your mouth to apologize, to plead, but the words wouldn't come. The fear had lodged itself in your throat, a physical weight hindering any attempt at defiance. A slow, predatory smile spread across Hyunjin's face. "There are consequences for everything," he said, each word dripping with a chilling possessiveness. "Especially disrespect." Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You wanted to scream, to fight back against the oppressive atmosphere, but the fear kept you rooted to the spot. "I… I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. Hyunjin stopped in front of you, his face inches away. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making it difficult to breathe. "Sorry isn't enough," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will understand, one way or another, how much respect I deserve." He reached out, a single finger tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze. "We don't need space," he murmured, his voice a chilling caress. "We need understanding. And you," he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, "will learn exactly what that means." He wasn't angry, exactly. He was calculating, methodical, a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

[pretty-blkgirl]

Honey, your jealousy is showing {CHAN VERSION}

//gn!reader x bf!Chan//

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend argue after he sees you with another man

Genre: Angst

Warnings: swearing (duh lmao)

A/N: another text post (I love these so much). I’m most likely gonna make one of these for each member! Some members may get a pt 2!

Part Two

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[linlinaert]

The last soulmate : chapter 2

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

Minho's POV:

We took off into different areas, aiming to find our last piece, and as I went into the direction I aimed for, I felt as if a piece of me is drifting little by little, that led me to know that they are not here, I tried so hard to hold myself from sprinting in another direction to look for them. I interacted a little with the fans then went to hannie. A bit later Chan hyung came looking on edge, it doesn't appear too much on his face but I can pinpoint it when his angry or stressed or any other emotion, cause that's what we're here for after all.

He came to where I was standing and laughed with the fans a little bit, he then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I've found her, min." Chan whispered which made my eyes widen for a fraction of a second then quickly composed myself, remembering that I'm still Infront of fans, then I looked at him.

"Her? She? A girl?" I asked cautiously as if someone will hear us and understand, it was shocking to me to hear that our last piece was a girl, cause we just predicted that since the eight of us are males, the last one would also be a he, but i guess fate has other plans, and I was getting exited.

"Yes, min." Chan-hyung said, he smiled at me, "she's over there, go and see her and I'll tell the rest, and she doesn't know that we're soulmates, she didn't understand the pull, oh, and I'm warning you, she's too beautiful you might get blind" he added, then I raised my eyebrows at him, he's already smitten, even though he didn't even get to talk to her yet. I nodded then took off into the direction he came from, as he went to hannie and the rest.

I stopped and waved to the fans, I felt it, she was here, I looked around and saw it, the most enchanting (e/c) orbs I've ever seen, there she was, our last piece, she looked at me with a cute little frown on her pretty face, oh god does she look so innocent and pure, she looks like the type to get hurt from even the wind, how did she survive in this cruel world without us, i can't believe she lived all those years without our protection and care, I can't imagine how many hopeless guys tried to court her, I felt a vein pop in my head, she's always been ours, even if we weren't there with her, no one has the right to be near her, then I saw a hand wrapped tightly around her shoulders, my eyes widened, i looked to her side only to see a guy in his twenties glaring at me with his hand around MY soulmate, MY GIRL, how dare he, the audacity he has to glare at me while touching our girl, i glared at him back, then a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, I turned to see changbin and Felix, who looked at me with a look that says "don't forget that we're in a concert", so I turned back then posed with them for the fans, as they looked at her, they had the same reaction as me, who can blame them, no one expected our last soulmate to be a beautiful lady, i helped them to stay in touch with reality and not get too carried away, and one by one we all had seen her, and we all had one thought in our mind, what the hell is that guy to her?

Y/N pov :

As the concert went on I was certain that all eight of them had eye contact with you, I can't help but think that they are coming in this direction way too much, but maybe I'm only overthinking, but whenever they came this way, my heart feels like a ball of emotions, I feel so happy, and whenever they made eye contact with me, I felt like blushing and hiding somewhere.

Through out the concert, I felt jack's hand wrapping tightly around me, I looked at him, I didn't know why he was acting like this, but maybe it was because of the stares I was getting from the boys, he brought my head to lay on his shoulder or chest more than once, not that i complain, it was comfy.

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After the concert ended,we headed home, we ordered dinner and ate, and the next morning, we went to the fanmeeting, jack was tagging along with us, me and Lucia were discussing yesterday's performance, with jack laying his head on my shoulder, and playing with my fingers.

The fanmeeting started and we were going down the line to get to the boys, my turn came and I sat Infront of the first one that I had learnt his name was Han Jisung, he was looking down at first, and then when he looked up and looked me straight in the eyes, I felt as if my whole body was on flames, beautiful flames, electric shocks went down my body, i couldn't take my eyes off of his, they looked like they hold the whole universe and more, Jisung was like me, but he looked like he knew what was happening, he then smiled softly.

"Hi there, pretty." He said softly, getting me out of my daze, I blushed hard making him chuckle, and I looked down.

"Hi" I whispered, as he took the album from my hand to sign it.

"And what is this beauty called?" He asked looking at me smugly, and I blushed, it's so hard not to when a handsome man is flirting with you like that.

"Y/N" I said, then he quickly signed it writing a bit more on the page then proceeding to close it and put it aside, while I was playing with my fingers, he then looked at me and took my hand in his, this sent a jolt of electric shocks through me, I looked at him shocked, and he only smiled.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?"

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Jisung's POV :

"Bye~~~" I said to one of the fans as she moved to hyunjin beside me, I looked down at my bracelet playing with it a little until I felt someone sitting Infront of me, I looked up only to freeze, it was her, our last piece, our girl, she really came, we were going to go look for her after the fanmeeting, but she's here now, I felt my body burning up in flames as her beautiful orbs stared into mine, she's more beautiful up closer, I smiled softly at her.

"Hi there, pretty." I said with a soft tone, unlike the hyper tones I use most of the time, something in me is telling me she's a big sensitive softie, she blushed, oh my gosh, she's so cute, I couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness, I'm barely containing myself from getting overhyped as to not scare her away, my leg is bouncing under the table from my excitement, then I heard a small voice, and i realised it's hers, and oh my god isn't it so sweet.

"Hi" she said barely as a whisper and I literally felt myself melting, I gently took the album from her hands, I opened it to sign then I realised that I still don't know her name, so I looked at her and asked her for her name flirtatiously.

"And what is this beauty called?" I looked at her waiting eagerly to know the name of my last soulmate, I saw her blush and say "Y/N" I didn't waste time and signed the album for her, our Y/N, even her name is beautiful, I felt someone glaring daggers at me so I subtly glanced at my right side only to find that it's the same guy from yesterday, the one who dared to put his hands on our girl, I returned the glare without anyone but him noticing then I wrote my number on her album with a "your handsome soulmate" on the side then I closed it and looked up at her again, she was playing with her fingers on the table, not looking at me, ah i think I'm gonna die from her cuteness, I took her little hand gently in mine, and I instantly felt as if I was in heaven, she looked at me shocked so I smiled at her, then I felt the glares again so I asked her, hoping that I get a negative answer.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?" I said knowing that her being alone for too long, could make her think that she's alone and she could get a boyfriend, and the thought alone makes me rage, but who can blame her, the blame is on us for not finding her earlier and on the said boyfriend, if there's any, to think that he can take somebody else's soulmate.

I felt hyunjin's leg hitting me underneath the table, but I didn't care, not when that damn motherfu-ker has the audacity to touch my girl and challenge me in public, I heard her pretty voice denying that she has any.

"N-no, I don't, why are you asking?" She said softly, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, then I smiled, thinking of how to break it to her.

"I wouldn't want my sweet soulmate to have a boyfriend now would I ?, and neither would want the rest of us" I said winking, and I saw her stop functioning for a second, then she blinks and looked at me with a shocked face

"What---" she said but she was cut off by the manager as he said that the time was up, and ushered her to hyunjin a bit harshly making both me and hyunjin glare at him, but before I opened my mouth to knock some sense into his head, another fan sat Infront of me, so I forced a smile on my face and made a note to talk to him later.

Author's note : hi there everyone!!! It's a little chapter showing our dear minsung's thoughts 🤭🤭, I feel like it's a bit plain but I really hope you will like it and love you all 💕

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[wegc]

All of this perv! Talk is getting me 🫠🤤

I love the way you write Chan but how do you think the other boys would be as pervs

I feel like Han would be the nastiest perv

Seungmin would be secret like taking upskirt photos and stuff

Minho would be possessive as hellll

But let me know what you think, doesn’t need to be a full think if you want just some thoughts

Love the work you put out, can’t wait for more!🧡

If it’s available can I be 🧡anon?

first of all, thank you so much🥹

and YES omg, i agree with you completely. jisung and minho (i think) would be the nastiest and would be the only two with absolutely no shame in what they’re doing (especially minho hehe).

jisung holds first place for panty stealing and shows no remorse when he encounters you looking for them! i can picture him purchasing a cute gift box that contains all your stolen underwear—articles of cotton and lace fabric messily shoved in there.

he also definitely takes photos of you in compromising positions and fists his little cock to them, moaning and whining loudly, with zero intent to secrete what he’s doing.

and seungmin taking up-skirt photos omg. he finds you so captivating when you’re dressed up girlishly, and skirts are his absolute favourite, not only because you look so lovely, but because you’re extra accessible. he can’t help but stand behind you, pretending to look for something as he takes quick photos of your covered cunt to keep for later (he prays one day that he’ll catch you naked under the skirt).

i can also see seungmin grinding his hard-on against your ass whenever you’re sitting on his lap, sighing and squeezing your hips firmly as you look behind to stare at him curiously.

minho would be so possessive, oh my gosh.

i can picture him trying to figure out your cellphone password in hopes of discovering nudes in there when you’re not around.

once he ultimately figures it out, he steals your phone as you’re sleeping and impatiently unlocks your hidden photos, his cock swelling upon uncovering hundreds of photos of your tits and cunt—photos of you in lingerie, videos of you fucking yourself—holy shit, he thinks, were you always such a fucking slut?

he immediately sends them to himself and deletes the chat afterwards to keep you from finding out.

after scrolling through all of your photos and having his fair share of pleasure jerking himself off to all of them, he looks through the rest of your phone late into dusk, dedicating hours to examining your messages, social media, etc. who just followed you? who did you just call?

he feels himself grow irritated with the number of men you speak to, not many to the average individual but enough for lee minho—you didn’t send any of them your nudes, right?

whatever, whether you did or didn’t, you certainly weren’t going to anymore—not when he’s blocking every single man he’s concerned about from your phone. he’ll confess to you soon anyway—you’re already his, as far as he’s concerned.

[hanjisick]

yandere skz reaction… to a creepy coworker

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

trigger for violence, murder, harassment

wc. 1.8k

bang chan.

chan’s phone would ring late at night, as he waited for you to arrive home. normally, he would be overjoyed with a call from you, but instead, his face contorted in worry.

it was unlike you to call him at such a time.

“y/n?” he answered, voice laced with concern.

“hello? chan? remember how you were going to pick me up to go to my parents house tonight? you’re on your way, right? i’ll be in the parking lot.”

chan was very intuitive. he could understand immediately from your shaky tone that you were in danger, and that he needed to get there. and quickly.

“yeah. i’m on my way.” he would respond, already tearing apart his room to find his shoes.

chan was thankful that the police were looking the other way that night, because he was speeding like a maniac, terrifying thoughts plaguing his mind.

“y/n?” he shouted out, slamming the car door behind him.

he saw you bolt towards him, leaving behind a person that he couldn’t quite make out through the dim streetlights.

“oh thank god, chan,” he welcomed your tight hug, “get in the car. we need to go.”

on the way home, you told him about your horrible coworker, about how gave you his number, invited you back to his place, and was insistent about it until you had lied and called chan.

you didn’t notice how his hands gripped the steering wheel so right that his knuckles were white, “do you mind sharing his number with me?”

he would have to do some digging that night.

lee minho

minho didn’t mind that you had a job. in fact, he encouraged it. part of him enjoyed stalking you, seeing exactly what would happen when you thought that you were out of his supervision.

the sadistic side of him wanted so badly to see you interact with others, to give him an excuse to take someone’s life, especially one that would cause tears to fall from your pretty little eyes.

so when he began to see another man hang around you, he thought that this would be his chance. that the other boy would promise a type of love that minho would never give to you— a healthy one.

but it wasn’t exactly like that, upon further investigation. instead, you were uncomfortable with his lingering touches and sly comments.

it didn’t take long for him to find his home and tear his body to shreds with his bare hands. a sinister grin would appear on his face. oddly, he looked more forward to the screams of this man than your own when you would find out.

he would take a souvenir, his favorite thing to do. it would be his arm, the same one that he used to touch your waist. the waist that was meant for him.

minho didn’t understand the side of him that itched so badly to hear the man’s screams. perhaps there was a part of him that wanted to protect you, rather than hurt you.

how strange.

seo changbin

unlike minho, changbin would be the least in favor of you having a job. which is why you would have to be in the beginning stages of your relationship to have one in the first place.

“can you call off work today, darling?” he would whine, holding onto you a little tighter than usual.

“you know that i can’t.”

unable to stand the idea of someone hurting you, touching you, yelling at you… the list goes on, he followed you to make sure that nothing would happen.

only ten minutes into your shift, and his worst nightmare happened.

“i have a boyfriend,” you told your coworker.

“that doesn’t matter, i’m sure that i could be better than him.”

“stop it. i’ll have to tell the manager.”

“you wouldn’t do that to me. you want me just like i want you.”

changbin would see red.

he would have to contain his anger for long enough to not get arrested. he couldn’t kill him in broad daylight. instead, he would allow himself to finally let you know of his presence, pulling you into his chest.

“changbin!”

“you’re quitting. i won’t ever let you leave my sight if this is what the world is going to try and do to you. you’re for my eyes only.”

hwang hyunjin

you trusted hyunjin enough to confide in him when you began to grow concerned about your coworker.

he would listen as you explained how he had been touching you more than usual, saying flirty lines, obviously trying to get together with you.

all of this was spilled out to him the night after he asked for your number, as you laid on top of him with your head on his chest.

“i just don’t know what to do, hyun. i told him no, but he kept insisting until i got off. and we have to work together again tomorrow.”

hyunjin would bite his lip as he listened to your obvious discomfort, contemplating all of the ways that he could end this persons life without you suspecting that it was him.

he did his best to comfort you, saying that he would come pick you up immediately if it escalated. but hyunjin wouldn’t let it go that far.

instead, while you thought he was scrolling through his phone to fall asleep, he was looking for the man’s address, ready to slip out the door once you had fallen asleep, and to make sure that he wouldn’t show up at work tomorrow. or to anything ever again, unless it was his own funeral.

“goodnight, my sweet y/n.”

han jisung

jisung would never miss a single shift of yours. no matter how long they were, he would always need to keep an eye on you. and every break that you had would be spent drowning in PDA with him.

jisung was already on edge, watching you train a new employee, sitting at a booth in the restaurant that you worked at.

“so, to cut the sandwich—“ you stood over the new boy, and jisung was leaning in his seat as if he were watching an intense scene in a movie. your coworker grabbed your hand, placing it on top of his.

“guide me,” he smirked as you hesitated, eyes meeting jisung’s, who’s own eyes were crazed, ready to pounce if you didn’t take your hand away in the next few seconds.

“i can’t do that.” you turned your attention back to him.

“that’s a shame, your hands were so gentle, i wouldn’t mind holding them.”

that was jisung’s last straw.

in an instant, your coworker was on the floor, a sandwich knife lodged into his throat.

“her hands are mine,” he screamed out, “mine! you can’t touch them!”

lee felix.

“felix, i don’t know what to do,” you cried into your boyfriends hoodie as he shushed you, hands rubbing your back soothingly.

“what happened, pretty girl? i promise i can help.”

you fished your phone out of your pocket, nudging it into his side. “go to my texts and read the most recent one.”

felix picked it up, unlocking it. you watched his expression carefully, not missing the way that he grit his teeth, jaw clenched tightly.

“you haven’t responded to any of them, but he’s still going,” he commented.

you nodded against his chest.

he kept scrolling, until he got to the most recent one. the one that caused you to come home bawling your eyes out. and in the blink of an eye, he was calling the number.

you didn’t have the strength or will to stop him, already knowing what your boyfriend was capable of.

“this is y/n’s boyfriend,” he almost growled into the phone, “you have less than ten minutes left to live until i’m at your door.”

just hearing his sickening voice was enough to make felix throw your phone against the wall, using the last bit of the sanity left in him to gently push you off of him.

“i’ll be back soon, my angel.”

kim seungmin

the past few days, seungmin had noticed that something was definitely off.

seungmin thought that he had done something wrong. perhaps the lunch that he had packed you wasn’t good recently. did you change your favorite kind of chips? or it could’ve been that he didn’t buy you a new phone recently.

whatever the case was, seungmin needed to figure it out, and fast, because he couldn’t stand to see you as unhappy as you were.

“did i do something wrong?” he asked, his puppy eyes hitting something deep in your soul as he followed your slumped shoulders around, looking for answers.

“no,” you sighed, allowing yourself to at least give him some explanation, “it’s something about work. i don’t think you can fix it.”

“i can fix anything. just tell me what’s bothering you.”

but you shrugged him off, so he did what any concerned boyfriend would do, and followed you to work.

it became evident that it was a coworker of yours that was harassing you.

instead, he would show up behind you on your break, “is he bothering you?”

“seungmin, why are you here?”

“is he bothering you? do you need me to take care of him?”

“what are you talking about?” you tried to play dumb.

“i’ll ask again. is your coworker bothering you?”

you sighed in defeat. “i don’t want to start anything, i’m hoping that he’ll just leave me alone if i don’t do anything.”

“i want a straight answer. he the reason that you’ve been upset lately?”

“yes.”

“then i’ll take care of it for you.”

yang jeongin

you would be at the mall with jeongin when you saw your horrible coworker across the same shop, mentally cursing to yourself as you tried to convince jeongin to go elsewhere with you.

“this shop is boring, baby, we could go look at that other one.”

“but you were so excited to come here?”

“y/n?” you whipped your head around to see the godforsaken man that you couldn’t stand.

“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?”

jeongin squeezed your hand tighter than before.

“and who’s this guy?”

“he’s the boyfriend that i’ve told you about thousands of times,” you grumbled.

“doesn’t seem like much,” he looked jeongin up and down, “i’m sure he wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

“i didn’t think you’d be this bold in front of him.”

“anything to have a chance with your—“ jeongin’s fingers were wrapped around his throat, shoving him into a clothing rack with an animalistic look in his eyes.

“who the hell do you think you are?” he yelled out, his shoes landing right into the stomach of the guy who was already groaning in pain.

“you’re lucky i’m not going to kill you right here in front of her.”

requested. masterlist. /@hanjisick

[linos-luna]

Can you make a yandere lee know sadist story?

Pretty please............

Bruh there's another request in my inbox asking for a masochist Lino... y'all crazy lol. but who am I to judge? 😭

Ask and you shall receive...

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His Urges ❣️🔪

Yandere!Sadist!Minho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, Smut, MDNI, biting, sadism, dub con, crying, fear kink, spanking, toxic relationship,

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It was an incredibly strong urge and for a while he did his best to suppress it but lately it's been difficult. You were just so cute and innocent!

You already knew your boyfriend to be quite possessive and maybe a tad bit controlling but maybe that was normal right? I mean he says he loves you. He always talks about how you're his soulmate and how he wants to shield you from the cruel world. You don't even have to work as he promised to take care of you. Sure he could be a little e rough at times but... not like this...

It was an innocent little date night. After a homemade dinner, you sat with him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder as Netflix played. Minho wasn't paying too much to the movie and was massaging your hand. He rubbed your fingers, loving how delicate they looked: just so perfect...

Slowly, he started to squeeze your fingers together. It wasn't too hard at first but progressively got harder.

You didn't think much of it at first but it slowly got more and more painful.

"M-Minnie...?" You asked a bit confused while looking at him, trying to pull away.

Minho didn't answer, instead squeezing even harder as he stared at your hand. It was as if he was lost in the moment.

"Minho! You're hurting me!"

Your sudden yell startled him and he immediately let go.

"W-why'd you do that??"

"I-I'm sorry, Kitten..." he said bluntly. "I didn't even realize... what was happening there..." He paused while looking at your eyes that were tearing up. Sure, he felt a little bad for seeing you cry but at the same time... not? In the moment, he felt quite excited actually and his heart was racing.

You only frowned while rubbing your hand and stood up. "I-I think I should go to bed now..."

"No wait!" Minho suddenly grabbed you by the wrist and kept you in place.

"P-Please let go..."

"No!" He yelled suddenly while standing up, scaring you quite a bit. "Hold on, Kitten."

"M-Minnie.... I-I just wanna go to bed is all..." you stuttered as he squeezed your wrist hard.

"Don't leave yet, our date isn't finished!" He said, sounding frustrated. "Please."

You stopped pulling and looked at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He wiped away your tears with his other hand and sighed. "I'm sorry, pretty girl... I couldn't help it..."

"C-Couldn't help what..."

He was quiet, only looking at your wrist that he was still holding.

"Hurting me....?"

He nodded.

"Y-You like... Hurting me...?" you asked, getting concerned.

"... Yes..." he admitted, which had you surprised.

"It's sick... isn't it?" He had an unnerving chuckle that made you want to back away. "Sit down, Kitty."

"M-Minnie..."

"Don't be like this." He shook his head and sat down, pulling you by the wrist to sit next to him. "only 20 more minutes of the movie."

He could care less about the movie at this point. He just wanted you to stay here with him. He just wants to hold you.

After a moment of hesitation, you sat back down. Perhaps he just drank too much wine earlier... no way he was serious... At least that's what you told yourself.

~~~~~~

As the movie continued, Minho rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You were finally able to relax a bit and he would even give you gentle kisses on the cheek, whispering little praises in your ear. By the end of the movie, he was kissing your lips and carried you to the bedroom. Once he sat you on the bed, it got a little more heated as he gave more passionate kisses, using his tongue to dominate. You enjoyed it as he felt around under your shirt and kissed down you neck... that is, until he started squeezing your waist harshly and nipping at your neck. You moaned a bit, not exactly in pleasure, but in pain. He took that as a sign to keep going as he bit harder along your neck, finally making you cry out and try pushing him away.

"Minnie!" you gasped as he pushed you to your back and smirked down at you while pulling your hair.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" he chuckled. "can''t handle a little pain? you're so cute...."

"Stop it!"

"-Or what?!" he replied with a devious smile as he suddenly grabbed your jaw. "What are you gonna do about it, Kitten?"

You only looked at him in fear. He was right, what were you gonna do? you were pinned.

"That's what I thought." He chuckled while kissing down your neck.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as he lifted your shirt and left kisses on your bare breasts. The kisses were quite soft compared to the way his nails were digging into your waist. You tried stopping him by grabbing his hands but Minho seemed to find your struggle funny and keep going while sucking at your breast.

You attempted to grab him by the head before you were suddenly grabbed by both wrists and pinned.

"You like this huh?"

"No I don't!" you yelled back.

"No I think you like playing these little games." He chuckled. It's okay, kitten, I'll Keep playing with you. I'm not done. Behave for me, will you?"

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That was only the beginning. Minho found some sort of sick pleasure from hurting you. And you? Well you just took it. There was no way out. You tried so many times but you were always caught and the punishments only got worse.

You loved him still but not like this. He said he couldn't't control it but you thought that was bullshit. There's no way...

The sex was rough, full of biting and hair pulling. He had no limits, in fact he liked seeing that scared look on your face. It turned him on so much and as time went on, he got more and more... Sadistic.

You were practically screaming as he railed you into the bed. After a long day at work, he had decided to fuck all his frustration into you.

Originally, he promised to not be so rough but that was a lie. Admittedly, it was a little pleasurable at first but then it became too much. Third round and he still had just as much energy from when you first started.

"Min- Min- Min-!" you whimpered as your face was pressed into the sheets. "T-Too Much!" it was obvious that you were very overstimulated.

"C'mon, Kitten..." he panted. One more time." He chuckled before pulling you up by the hair, making you scream. "one more time for me..."

It's not like you had much of a choice so again you came... for the third time.

You were weak and exhausted, nearly limp under him as he held you by the hair. once he was fully satisfied, Minho pulled out and laid you on your back.

"You're such a good kitten..." he said softly while kissing your forehead. "I love you so much..."

~~~~~~

This wasn't getting any better. Nearly everyday he'd be rough with you. It left you with bruised that you often had to cover - if he even let you out. at all. You wanted to leave but he catches you every time and in a way... you feel bad. Minho wasn't a bad person... right? He just had these urges. It's not like he'd kill you or hurt you on purpose right? It was delusional thinking and you knew it. He needed help. This pleasure he got from your pain was just sadistic.

He'd spank you at random or randomly pull your hair. He'd squeeze your hand as a warning or pinch your sensitive thighs. It brought him pleasure. In the moment, it brought him so much pleasure... He knows its wrong... But he can't help it...

So here you were, sprawled across his lap, taking what had to be your 12th spank to your bare ass. It was red snd sore, tears stained your cheeks.

"Is my kitty gonna listen now?" he asked while rubbing the reddened skin.

"Y-Yes!" you whimpered.

"Good girl. Now back on your knees." he said with a smile before pushing you to the floor. "You're going to listen now, right?"

You nodded, only to get slapped.

"What?!"

"Y-yes! I-I'll listen!" you cried out.

"See Kitty, its that simple..." Minho rubbed your cheek.

"I-I'm sorry...."

"You should be." He grunted. "You scared me! I had no idea where you were! I thought we were soulmates, y/n. Why would you leave?"

I'm sorry..." you repeated as tears formed again.

"I know you are, Kitten..." He said while rubbing your cheek. "You still love me?"

" Yes..."

As odd as it was, you still did so it wasn't a lie...

Minho was pretty satisfied with that answer and helped you up so you could lay in bed.

After tucking you in, Minho laid next to you and sighed while gently rubbing your cheek.

"I'm sorry, Kitten...." he whispered while looking at you, seemingly feeling some shame. "I wish... I wish I could control it... I... I really do love you..." he said with a genuine tear of guilt running down his cheek. "I-I hope you can forgive me..."

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You're not supposed to feel bad for him... but he is self aware so...

[rosinaparker]

The red means I love you..

Genre: Yandere, obsession.

Pairing: Yandere! felix,minho,seungmin x reader (separated)

Warnings: obsession, stalking, possessive, violence, murder, breaking in

Summary: Lee know Seungmin and Felix being absolute yanderes head cannons!

SEUNGMIN

-He would be super obsessive and I can see him being possessive over you

-He would need affirmations all the time😃

-I feel like if you guys weren’t together he would just observe from afar and end anyone who interacts with you!

-He would hurt anyone in his way I know that for a fact

-He would not hesitate to kill anyone for you if you ask!

LEE KNOW

-He would be CRAZY I say.. the fact that he’s crazy even being himself, him being Yandere would just add to the fact😋

-touch STARVEDD I say.

-Literally holds onto you all day long!

-He wouldn’t be all bark.. he’d be all bite! 😃

-if you guys weren’t together he would leave love notes around your house. yes, he breaks in.

FELIX

-He can be very crazy but he can control it!

-He would love to watch all of the people you interact with get their limbs detached

-he would be a stalker for sure..

-He would bite and give you bruises all over so everyone knows you’re taken! (Once in a relationship.)

-Serina˙ᵕ˙ (ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THE SONG)

[sadseungmin]

hello! i love your writing. if you’re inspired can you maybe do cnc with lee know? and if it’s not taken yet can i be 🫧 anon

♡ consensual non-consent with a psychotic lee minho ♡

psychotic lee minho x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)

p.s. i hope this is to your liking, 🫧! and of course you can be 🫧 anon! ^^

⚠︎ tw: knife play, bondage, threats of murder, implied somnophilia

"Are you sure you want to do this, kitten? Remember, I won't stop just because you beg me to or say 'no'. You remember the safe word, right? I'm going to fuck you loose and stupid, so try not to forget it, ok? Can you do that for me, little kitten?" ೃ⁀➷

『 ↳♡･ﾟ psychotic!minho is a sadist ･ﾟ♡

Minho loves pushing you to your limits, relishing the mix of fear and pleasure that flash across your face whenever he inflicts pain on you. He's calculated, deliberate, and intentional, always aiming to evoke the strongest reactions from you.

What would Minho do to you...?

You've always preferred "vanilla" sex (safe and slow), but Minho needs more...stimulation, as evident by the rope and blindfold in his hands. You repeatedly say 'no' and 'stop it', kicking your feet and swatting at Minho's bare arms and chest, but it all proves futile. Minho just chuckles at your poor attempts to control the situation and overpowers you. He blindfolds you, tying your hands above your head and your legs to the bedpost, leaving you nude, vulnerable, and completely exposed. He teases your body, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp, sudden pain. One minute he's gently massaging your breasts, his lips and warm breath ghosting over their hardened nubs as he drinks in every whimper of yours. The next, he's nibbling on a nipple while his free hand tightly tugs on and squeezes your clit. The unpredictability keeps you on edge, and all you can do is pant and whimper out a pathetic 'please stop' while your tears soak the blindfold and your slick ruins the sheets underneath you. But truly, you don't want Minho to stop. Not even when you feel the cool metal of a very sharp knife trail lightly over your skin from your neck down to the pubic mound of your pussy.

"You like this, don't you, kitten?"

Minho taunts as he teases your clitoral hood with the very tip of the knife's blade. Your body stings from the shallow cuts scattered across your breasts, hips, and thighs. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you struggle to control your breathing and anxiety.

"You're beautiful like this. Bleeding. Helpless. Mine."

You whisper that you want him to stop and think he's insane, but that only earns you a slap across the face so hard, you bite your tongue. Your tongue and cheek throb, and the taste of copper fills your mouth, but you don't dare say the safe word. Minho's tip prods against your wet, hot hole as he continues to slowly fondle your pussy with the knife's blade. Your hole clenches uselessly around his tip.

You hear Minho click his tongue.

"That was a very nasty thing to say, kitten. I'm disa—"

He slams into you without warning, not giving you time to adjust to his girth.

"—ppointed in you!"

Sparks explode within your body, traveling from the soles of your feet to your sternum as Minho's hips piston in and out of you with abandon. Your back arches, your mouth drops open, and a loud, incoherent stream of noises escapes, barely carrying over the sound of skin slapping on skin. It's too much...everything is too much! But with the way Minho punches directly into your sweet spot with such speed and intensity, your brain melts. You barely register Minho pressing the knife to your throat and his breathy whispers in your ear, telling you how he could easily kill you—slit your throat right when you climax and watch you bleed out while still stretched taut on his cock.

"And—mmm, fuck—the best part is no-one is coming to save you from me. I can—mmm—do whatever I want to you, kitty."

You're on the brink of passing out, and you know once you do, Minho is definitely not going to stop. At that point, you'll be nothing more than a living fleshlight, and fleshlights can't speak.

You're fine with that. As much as you like to scream, fight, and beg for it to stop, you want to be ruined, defiled, and fucked brainless by Minho.

And Minho...?

Minho knows you best and will deliver every time.

He's pounding into you without mercy; your head begins to loll, and your noises quiet down. Minho breathes out a laugh, dark and victorious, and although you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your sweaty face, he still sounds faraway when he husks,

"Go ahead and let go, baby. When you wake up, I'll still be playing with my favorite toy."

[minminbunny]

Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver! Lee Minho/Gender Neutral Little! Reader

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"Why did you stop walking?" Minho asked, standing behind you with his hood up. Your breath hitched, "What?" you whispered, turning your head. Minho tilted his head, "You. Why did you stop walking?" he asked, looking at you as if he spoke the obvious. The goosebumps on your arms sent you warning flags at his behavior. Minho chuckled lowly, "Don't scream," he whispered, covering your mouth with a cloth. You thrashed beneath his hold, adrenaline pumping in your veins. Minho grunted, holding the cloth firm, "Shh, shh, darling. Just go to sleep," he whispered, smirking as your body grew limp within his hold. "I'll take good care of you, darling. No one can hurt you ever again," he said, carrying your body bridal style.

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You stirred awake, "Where am I?" you slurred, looking around. Minho chuckled, looking over your crib, "Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You flinched from his touch, your eyes widened with fear. Minho chuckled, "Aww, such a jumpy little one. Don't worry, darling. Soon you'll warm up to me," he said, holding a familiar plush toy. You wavered at the sight, confusion and anxiety running through your brain. Minho cooed, "You're wondering how I got your special toy aren't you, darling. Oh, I can read you like an open book," he said, gently placing the toy next to your pillow. You gulped, clutching the plushie to your chest. "Aren't you adorable," Minho said, adoring the way you hugged the plush like your lifeline.

Minho stood straight, he stared down at you, "I know you have many questions, darling. And I will answer them in due time. But for now, I just want you to know that I've been watching you. Your situation twinged a saviour complex so to speak and I had to protect you," he said with sincerity in his voice. You glared at him, not liking the situation you've been put in. Minho chuckled, "Feisty little thing," he said, wanting to pet your hair but he didn't want to scare you further. "Take a look around, darling. This will be your room for a while. Oh, and one more thing. Don't panic when you can't move your legs okay? The drug will wear off with time," Minho said, leaving the room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to lift your legs after his words but to no avail. Soft tears spilt down your cheeks, fearing the worst. Minho chuckled, watching you through the baby monitor, "So predictable," he said, grazing the monitor with adoration.

"Momma?" you called out, kneeling in the crib, your head barely peeking over the rail. Minho cooed, holding your bottle, "What's wrong, sweetheart. Did you get hungry?" he asked, shaking the warm bottle. You nodded your head, making grabby hands towards him, "Nom nom," you babbled, staring at him with dilated eyes. "Ahm, nom nom just for you," Minho said, lifting your out of the crib and over his lap. You snuggled into his chest, holding the bottle with both of your hands. Minho chuckled, teasing you with the bottle nip, "Aww, that's not your mouth," he said, gently feeding you. Soft suckles echoed within the room as he rocked your body close, "I never regret saving you, darling. Never," he whispered, holding you firmly, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. You burrowed closer to him, never regretting the day you gave into him.

[wanghyunjiin]

—red bottoms, lmh.

pairing — Dom!Minho x afab!reader

plot— Sometimes you just enjoy pissing him off.

word count - 1.3k

content - dirty talk, hair pulling

warnings — jealousy, degradation, suggestive content, 18+ ONLY

It didn’t take much to rile him up. 

When you did, you couldn’t deny the heat that pooled between your thighs. It made you press them as close together as possible, hoping that it would relieve the ache. 

You followed behind him silently as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, the tension lingering heavily in the air as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. He wouldn’t even look at you.

Maybe you took it a little too far?

You had accompanied him to a company fundraiser. It was a common occurrence for the two of you, but this time you were especially bored. Most of the guests were middle-aged men with wallets too thick and hairlines too thin to hold your attention. Except for one of Minho’s colleagues, and close friends. With his long dark hair and thick, pillowy lips, no one could deny Hwang Hyunjin was very handsome. Objectively, of course.

Minho being as protective and prone to jealousy as he was, was enraged as he watched you talk to Hyunjin. The younger man making you laugh at a joke that Minho couldn’t help but assume from knowing him couldn’t possibly have been that funny. And when you tossed your head back in laughter, with your arm finding its way to wrap around Hyunjin’s bicep, Minho felt a fire burning through his veins at the sight.

Were you trying to piss him off?

He had made up a poor excuse for why he needed to leave early, earning a few eyebrows raised but no one asked questions. Minho said his goodbyes to the few familiar faces in the ballroom before taking your hand from Hyunjin's arm pointedly and lacing his fingers through yours. Minho bid his younger friend a short, expressionless, goodbye and practically dragged you behind him as he rushed out of the hotel lobby. You struggled to maintain the pace in your red-bottom stilettos, they clicked loudly against the marble floor as you tried to keep up. A gift for your birthday last year.

So that led you to this moment. 

Minho finally turned around to look at you, the lack of emotion on his face making you nervous. You opened your mouth to apologize but he cut you off before you could say a word.

“Don’t.” 

He spat the word at you with a single shake of his head and you closed your mouth, heading his warning. You were never scared of Minho, there was nothing to be scared of, he was by no means dangerous when he was mad but you couldn’t help the guilt settling in your stomach. You loved him more than anything and you knew he did all he could and more to make sure he was providing for you and keeping you happy. And there you were at a charity event, flirting with one of his friends out of boredom when you were supposed to be keeping him company.

Looking down at your feet, you heard his footsteps moving towards you slowly. 

Minho stopped directly in front of you and lifted your chin with a single finger until you were looking directly into his eyes, you couldn’t ignore the fire burning in them and you felt your lace panties dampen.

‘Fuck, he’s so hot.’ The only thought that ran through your mind before his lips pressed against yours forcefully.

Even when he was being rough with you, his lips felt so soft and plush, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the sensation. Minho’s fingers moved from your chin to card through your hair, his grip tightened as he bit your lower lip and tugged lightly before letting go.

“You think he’s funny? Hm? Putting your hands on him in front of me, and everyone, like that.. Were you trying to make me jealous?”

His glare intensified, and his fist in your hair only tightened, making a whimper escape your lips as it started to burn almost painfully. Almost. You attempted to shake your head, which proved difficult with his hold on you, tears stinging your eyes as you stuttered.

“N-no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-”

The fire in Minho's eyes died down slightly, replaced with amusement as cocked his head to the side and cut you off mid-sentence. 

“You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to put your hands all over him? You didn’t mean to act like a desperate little slut that just wanted to be fucked? Is that what you’re sorry for?”

Tongue tracing across his lower lip as he fought off a shallow laugh, feeding off of how needy you looked, Minho drank in the way your eyes practically begged for him to fuck you. He knew what you were doing, and if you thought he was going to play along with your little game? That’s exactly what he was going to do.

Minho saw you press your thighs together, and the way your eyes dilated. He knew you like the back of his hand, so he knew that the harsh accusations he was spitting at you were doing nothing but soaking through your panties and leaving you aching to be fucked.

Another soft whimper left your lips, which caused a short laugh to escape him. Minho's grip in your hair forced your head back, he licked a thick stripe up the column of your throat from your collarbone to your earlobe before biting down on the soft flesh lightly, not wanting to be too aggressive with you even though he knew that’s what you wanted.

Your knees started to buckle, the way he took complete control of you leaving you feeling weak. You gripped the front of his shirt to keep yourself upright, feeling the straps of the heels you were wearing start to dig into your ankles painfully.

“Go lay on the bed. Take off that dress. Leave your panties and the shoes on.” Minho commanded, whispering his commands directly into your ear. He opened his clenched fist and freed your locks from his grip, the burning pain in your scalp almost instantly fading. 

You hurried past your boyfriend and followed his commands, stripping off the tight red dress you were wearing and dropping it on the hardwood floor of your bedroom. 

It was one of his favourites, the off-the-shoulder neckline showing off your prominent collarbones, and the texture of the velvet felt so good under his fingertips. This definitely wasn’t the first time you had a night like this, especially when you wore this dress.

You lay on the bed, soaked panties and heels still on as you were told, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to appear. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced in anticipation, debating whether or not to grab the handcuffs from his bedside drawer. Nothing like a subtle hint to get what you want.

A moment later, your lover walked through the door, fingers swiftly unbuttoning his now creased shirt. 

“Oh, so you can behave... You just choose when to?” He asked rhetorically, noting you followed his instructions exactly. “Or are you behaving now because you think I’ll give you what you want... Is that it Princess?”

Even considering the circumstance, the pet name makes your heart flutter. You bit your lip softly, fighting the urge to retort with your own sly comment, knowing whatever you were planning on saying would just give him more reason to torment you.

Minho, now shirtless, climbs onto the bed. He crawls towards you, settling over you with his knees between your thighs, nudging your legs further apart, and licks his lips taking in the sight of the wet patch on your panties. The thin piece of, now-soaked, fabric was the only barrier between your boyfriend and the pleasure you so desperately craved.

Leaning down until his lips ghosted directly over yours, a smirk graced Minho’s lips as he whispered to you.

“You’re in for a long night Princess, I hope you weren’t expecting to cum anytime soon.”

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Chan

His smile was always sweet, but with Chan, it felt like there were a thousand secrets lurking behind it, each one more mysterious than the last. He was the perfect boyfriend, showering you with affection and protection, but there was a possessiveness in his demeanor that bordered on obsession. When you mentioned wanting to go out on your own, his smile remained, but it took on a sinister edge, as if he couldn't fathom the idea of you being away from him for even a moment. "Out? Honey, you don't need it," he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your cheek. "Right?" His tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable hint of coercion in his voice, as if he was trying to manipulate you into staying. "But Chan..." you began, but he cut you off before you could finish, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. "Right. You don't need to go out," he insisted, his smile widening into something almost predatory. "Why would you want to leave when you can be here with me, where you belong?" His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, a chilling reminder of his control over you.

You tried to protest, to explain that you needed some time alone, but he wouldn't hear it. "No, honey, there's no way you want to go out alone without me," he said, his smile never faltering, his eyes gleaming with possessive fervor. His hand caressed your cheek, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the cold intensity in his eyes. Despite the smile covering his face, his eyes couldn't hide the hatred for your idea of going out alone. "You're not going anywhere, darling," he said, his voice soft yet commanding, each word laced with an unmistakable demand. He leaned in closer, his smile unwavering, but his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "You’re not leaving my sight, and you’re certainly not walking away from me," he continued, his tone becoming more insistent. "You don’t need to go anywhere," he insisted, trying to make sure you understood the gravity of his words. His eyes bore into yours, as if willing you to see things his way. "Why would you even want to leave?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper, almost conspiratorial. "Everything you need is right here, with me. I can give you all the love and protection you could ever want."

Minho

He stayed calm, as if you hadn't said anything. "No," was all he said at first. "But Minho…" you began, but he cut you off by placing the knife he had been using to cut vegetables down on the counter with a deliberate, almost chilling precision. His expression turned cold and intimidating as he looked at you from across the kitchen. "You heard me. It's no," he repeated, stepping closer with a slow, menacing grace, his voice low and commanding. Each step seemed to echo with an unspoken threat. "Are you going to disobey? Didn't you hear what I said?" he demanded, now towering over you. His eyes bore into yours with a fierce intensity that seemed to reach into your very soul, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. "You’re not going anywhere," he declared firmly. "You won’t step out that door. I won’t let you." He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "After all, I don’t get why you want to go out by yourself," he whispered, his voice dripping with a twisted mix of frustration and possessiveness. "Do you really think I'll let you?"

His hand shot out, gripping your arm with a force that bordered on painful, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. "You belong here, with me. There's no need for you to go anywhere else. Don’t you understand?" His voice was almost a growl now, filled with a manic desperation. "You won’t step out that door," he repeated, each word a command that brooked no argument. "I won’t let you. You’re mine, and I will keep you safe, even if it means keeping you here with me forever." His eyes gleamed with a dangerous fervor as he leaned even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Why would you want to leave? Everything you need is right here. I can give you all the love and attention you could ever want," he murmured, his voice a mix of dark obsession and unyielding resolve. "You don't need to go anywhere," he insisted, his grip tightening. "Not now, not ever." His voice whispered right beside your ear, sending chills down your spine. "I’ll do anything to take care of you. Don’t you dare act stupid, honey. I wouldn’t like it," he said, his tone both menacing and affectionate. He gave you a small, unsettling smile before turning back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Changbin

His playful grin persists as he clutches your hand tightly, refusing to let go even as you express your desire to venture out alone. "Why? Why do you want to go out alone?" His tone carries a menacing undertone, his grip intensifying with each passing moment. "It's dangerous out there, you know it," he repeats, his eyes drilling into yours, oblivious to the discomfort his vice-like grip inflicts upon your hand, now reddened. "It's dangerous, and..." he pauses momentarily, struggling to contain his growing madness, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. "And I can't bear the thought of you out there without me to protect you," he declares, his voice escalating in volume as you attempt to reason with him. "I just want to go buy something," you protest, feeling the pain intensify. But he refuses to relent, his determination unwavering. "Even if it's just a simple purchase, I'll take care of it for you. You stay right here," he commands, his demeanor becoming increasingly erratic and possessive.

With his muscular arm still gripping you tightly, he pulls you closer with a force that leaves you breathless, vulnerably thrown against his powerful frame. His eyes lock onto yours, an unwavering, almost predatory gaze that makes you feel both exposed and irresistibly drawn in. The grin spreading across his face grows wider, taking on an almost manic edge, a clear reflection of his uncontainable excitement and intensity. "Got it right?" he asks, his voice a deep, intoxicating mix of amusement and fervor. He leans in, his lips brushing your cheek in a kiss that lingers, sending electric chills down your spine. His breath is hot against your skin as he murmurs, "You don't need to go out. All you need is me." His grip tightens slightly, possessively, as if to punctuate his words. The room seems to close in around you, his presence overwhelming, filling every corner of your awareness with the inescapable certainty of his command.

Hyunjin

As you were getting ready to go out, you told him your plans, expecting a simple acknowledgment. The next thing you know, he's blocking your way to the front door. Hyunjin's smile quickly transforms into an irritated glare. "I didn't say yes to that, did I?" he growls, stepping closer with a predatory intensity. His hand darts out, snatching your bag away and tossing it onto the nearest sofa with a force that makes you flinch. "Going out by yourself would be so dangerous," he continues, his voice a low, ominous rumble. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, the touch both tender and menacing. Before you can react, he pulls you into a hug, his grip possessive and unyielding. "And I don't want to let my beloved be alone out there." He doesn't give you a chance to protest. In a swift, almost dizzying motion, he drags you over to the sofa, pulling you onto his lap. His arms encircle you like a cage, holding you tightly against him. A smile reappears on his face, but it's tinged with an unsettling blend of adoration and obsession.

"I'd be so sad if you left me alone," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "You don't want me to be sad, right?" His eyes bore into yours, their intensity almost hypnotic, leaving you no room to escape. "Right?" he repeats, his voice carrying an unmistakable demand. His gaze is fierce, unrelenting, waiting for you to affirm that you understand and comply with his twisted desire to keep you close. You know he doesn’t take no for an answer, leaving you with no choice. Silently, you nod your head, the gesture small but significant. It's more than enough for him. His expression softens, and a wide smile spreads across his face as if nothing had just transpired. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you with an intensity that is both comforting and confining. "I love you, darling... always and forever," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with a fervent sincerity. You feel his breath warm against your ear as he leans in even closer. "I'll never let you go," he whispers, his tone a chilling blend of tenderness and possession.

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He Wouldn’t, Right? | 100 Followers Event

Soft Yandere Minho x Reader

PROMPTS:

7. "Don't look at them. Look at me. You're doing amazing." 11. "You're so mean!" "I'm not, but I can show you mean." 12. "Are we ignoring the hole in the wall?" 14. "Where do you think you're going?" "Away?" "Away where?" "To a faraway land-" "Answer the question." "I'm going to piss! Can I go to the bathroom?!"

WARNINGS: Idk… Suspicious vibes? Toxic Relationship obvi

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“Are we ignoring the hole in the wall?”

An argument gone wrong. Extremely wrong. Minho apologized for it immediately. He even gave you some space. Well, as much space as an obsessive person can give.

“Someone is here to fix it. That’s why I wanted you to stay in our room,” Minho said, guiding you away from the hallway. Before you stepped into the living room, someone called out to him.

The both of you turn, and the worker is there. “You wouldn’t happen to know the paint color, would you?”

“Don’t look at him. Look at me,” Minho demanded as he stood in front of you. He turned around, facing the man and putting his back to you.

“I don’t know. Eggshell? We’re planning on redoing it anyway,” Minho explained, waving his hand dismissively. The guy nods in understanding as he tries looking around Minho at you.

You hide your face by pressing against Minho’s back. You can feel his back rumble as he speaks, “You’re doing amazing, my love.”

The man stares at Minho with a weird expression before walking back into the kitchen. You take that as your cue to leave, too.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Maybe not.

“Away?” You say. Though the way your voice rises in pitch sounds like a question.

“Away where?”

You spin, waving your arms around with a blissful smile. “To a faraway land!”

“Answer the question,” Minho glared as he crossed his arms.

“I'm going to piss!” You groan, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “Can I go to the bathroom?!”

“No, I don’t think so,” He hummed.

“What?”

“I said no. I don’t want to risk that guy seeing you,” He scoffed, guiding you into the living room and away from the bathroom.

“But I have to use the bathroom?” You huffed.

“Okay?”

"You're so mean!" You flop onto the couch and away from his arms. He follows you.

"I'm not, but I can show you mean." He smiles, but there’s no light in his eyes. It’s a little unnerving. His eyes are so dark they look black.

“I’m sure I can hold it,” You whisper, and this time his smile is real. The spark his back, but that feeling is still there. He wouldn’t hurt you.

Right?

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