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Faded Memories

Diavolo x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Diavolo has picked out an outfit that he wants you to wear tonight. It’s hard to keep your attention on anything else while you watch the clock ticking down until you can finally see him again.  

Genre - Yandere 

Warnings - Yandere, smut, toxic relationship, 

Word Count - 1.7k

A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it and thank you for the request! <3

The package was left at the door for you to find once you woke up. Black with gold trim. The crisp white card with bold black type letting you know just what he has in mind for tonight. Even now you can’t get the words out of your head; knowing that someone else had printed out those words, had heard him speak them into the phone.

It excites you.

Knowing that somewhere out there, someone else knows your fate. What a delicious rush.

The clock’s cruel ticking taunts you as it hangs just below the exit sign. You try in vain to keep your attention on work. It’s no use. He’s all you can think about.

Diavolo.

He’s setting the mood. He knows what you like – he can play you like a violin, his fingers strumming across your body to the beat of his own mysterious song. A song you’re quite addicted to.

The clock finally ticks into place. It’s time.

With a skip in your step, you gather your items and bid your team adieu before making your way out to the parking lot. Swift feet have you clambering into your car in record speed. Reminding yourself to breathe you turn onto the road, leaving the parking lot with a small smile on your face. You sing along to the radio in an attempt to keep your mind on the task at hand: getting home safely. Getting home to him.

Careful, careful. Attention must be paid to the road. A vehicle is a deadly weapon within the hands of the distracted.

Like that one time.

Like that one time?

Pulling into the driveway, your erratic heart thuds against your chest until you realise with disappointment that he’s not home. It’s okay, you knew he wouldn’t be here this early. Everything is still going according to plan. Everything is as it should be.

While the bath is running you turn on some music - classical - to play in the background as you get ready. You grab the first thing that catches your eye in the freezer and shove it in the oven. Running around the house in your black silk robe you adjust the thermostat and light a few candles.

Everything needs to be perfect for him.

Water caresses your toes as you dip your feet into the tub, the level rising inch by glorious inch as you ease into its depths with a long sigh. The heat soothes your exhausted muscles as you lean your head back against the porcelain frame. It’s been a long day and it's about to become a longer night.

It hasn’t been long since you moved in with Diavolo – only a few weeks. He has a particular way about him. He acts as if nothing can hurt him, always willing to offer a smile and a shoulder to those in need, but you know just how soft he is under that facade. He doesn’t let anyone see him at his most vulnerable, at least not intentionally, but it’s there if you look hard enough, and since he’s all you can think about these days…

These days. They all seem to blur into the next. Everyday is the same until you’re with him. He lights up your world, he makes the darkness bright. Before him you–

Before him? Before Diavolo? What was there before you met Diavolo? You’ve known him for just a few months, haven't you? Or weeks? He invited you to live with him when you had known him for how long? How long had you known him before you came here?

Was there another man, someone who you loved before him? Someone else? A friend? A crush?

“Huh,” you mutter as you alternate lifting each of your legs back in and out of the water. The bubbles have almost all disappeared. You capture some in your hand and blow them gently in the air. They form a fluttered kaleidoscope of white with a rainbow gleam.

Right as the last bubble bursts a soft click echoes from behind you. Frozen, your hands hovering in the air, you hold your breath, straining to hear what you already know – he’s home, but not only is he home, he’s in the bedroom.

The water is cold, your fingers wrinkled and deformed. Shivering, you wonder how long you’ve been sitting here. Not giving it a second thought you jump up. You pull the plug from the tub and reach for your silk robe while stepping meticulously onto the rug. Luckily you had the foresight to bring the package into the bathroom.

Rushing through your usual steps you tidy your hair and moisturise your skin before turning back to the white box and the card attached. The message is clear.

Wear me and nothing else, and wait for me on the bed.

The message is clear, but the instructions for how to put on the gift are not as simple. In fact, there are no instructions on how to wear the gift at all. The tag calls the contraption a ‘chain detail bow front harness with matching chain detail ring linked harness black bra’. It leaves nothing to the imagination, everything on full display.

Heat dances across your skin as you slip into the ‘lingerie’, glad you can’t see your reflection with the steam clinging to the mirrors in the room. Anticipation builds within as you spray on a light mist body spray before taking a deep breath, flicking off the light and walking out the door.

It’s dark, the only light in the room sneaking in from the crack between the door to the living room and the hardwood floor. Swallowing, you shut the door behind you and make your way towards the bed in search of the lamp by the nightstand. Right as you tap the switch fingers glide across your exposed skin, pulling you back by the straps clinging to your skin. You almost lose your balance but before you can stumble he has you steady within his grasp, both feet planted safely on the ground.

“You smell delicious,” he whispers, his tongue trailing down your neck. “How am I supposed to have any self control when you’re dressed like this?”

“But you’re the one–”

“No one has the ability to captivate me like you do.” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, as his other hand circles around to your breasts. “You’re perfect, so very beautiful, and all mine.”

Heat coils deep within your body as his thick cock rubs up against your ass, the material of his suit pants smooth. His fingers dance down your chest as he nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name. You arch back in a feeble attempt to get closer to him.

“I wanted this all day. I couldn’t think of anything else. All day all I wanted was you,” you murmur as his fingers creep closer to your core. You’ve been waiting all day, needing him all day. “I was at work.”

“You went to work?” He chuckles as his fingers trace along the straps and bowtie as they continue to glide further down. “Did you have fun?”

Did you have fun? Frowning, you tilt your head to the side as you try to remember what happened today. Or yesterday. Or right before you got home. What do you do at work? What is your job? Why can’t you remember anything besides him?

“I. I don’t remember.”

“That’s okay.” His hand has reached its intended destination, gentle and possessive, his fingers drift back and forth across your clit, sending a ripple of pleasure rolling out across damp skin. His lips are on your neck, travelling up and across your jaw as your nails dig into the flesh of his arms. “You don’t need to think about anything except me.”

“I have to– to think of other things.” But what things?

“Why?”

“Because I…”

“You…?”

“What if you get bored of me?”

“I won’t.”

“You won’t tire of me and toss me away?”

His teeth drag across your skin with the vibration of his chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll never let you go.”

“You promise?” you ask, reaching your hand up into his thick red hair. “You won’t abandon me?

“Never.”

“You won’t lose interest?”

“How could I ever lose interest?” he asks, slipping a finger inside your pussy, his lips kissing between your ear and down your neck. His thumb flicks against your clit and you let out a wanton moan. “After everything I did to find you?”

“Find me?” Another finger slides inside. Rings of fire spin within you like a top spitting out lava waves. Your nails dig into the flesh of his arms as your knees threaten to buckle under you. He guides you towards the bed, and you lean against the railing as he continues to dip another finger into your clenching heat, sliding back and forth, in and out.

What did he say?

It’s him. He’s the one. He’s the only one you ever want to be with. There is no one else. There’s never been anyone else.

“I love you.”

“I know,” he whispers against your temple, his pace picking up as his fingers thrust deep inside you, the sound of his movements bouncing slick against the walls. “Me too. Which is why you don’t need to worry – I’ll never let you go.”

“To your dying breath?” you pant as your orgasm erupts, sending you into a twitching mess under his touch. Each gentle movement of his fingers causes another wave of ecstasy to flow through your body until you settle into contented bliss.

“Beyond death,” he says, lying you down on the bed. His fingers explore your body, followed quickly by his lips. “Even in death I refuse to let you go. No matter the world we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.”

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hi! congrats on your milestone. can i please req Diavolo from OM? with the prompt: “No matter the world, we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.” thanks!

Thank you for your request for my 2K follower event! I am about to post this one tonight!

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June 21st - 23rd is this year's 24hr Novel Writing Challenge weekend.

Which as fanfic writers doesn't quite apply... but that doesn't mean we can't still have fun and participate!

Is anyone planning on writing a lot this weekend? Maybe trying to finish off a big project or get a few chapters written in a series? Ooh, or maybe you want to start a massive undertaking that'll take forever and a day to complete (like I do!!)? I'd love to hear about it!

Personally I will be working on a non-fic project 👉👈 but I have so many ongoing fics that need to be finished that maybe I'll have to make this a personal monthly event. Assuming it works out, that is. And I really do hope it does because your girl needs to start finishing things... so she can start even more things. . . Anyone else struggling to finish their WIPs? I can't be the only one with a billion projects started literal years ago that haunt them daily 😩

Anyway enough rambling from me - JOIN THE CHALLENGE!!

It'll be fun! Push yourself to get a lot of words down this weekend. Try to finish that WIP you've been avoiding. Put aside the fics and try your hand at novel. Go wild and try something new!!

If you see this... I'm challenging you to write as much as you can this weekend!

And feel free to tag me (any fandom, genre, pairing, rating) in whatever you do so we can support one another!! 🫶💕 Have fun!

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I’m bummed about all the kpop news coming out right now 🥺

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His chest is bare, his smooth skin rubbing up against your own as his arms restrict your movements beneath him. His lips whisper secrets across your skin with a telling smile. You reach out to touch him as he shifts back. He kisses your fingertips before leaning over to the bedside table. He grabs the candle that he lit almost an hour ago and brings it towards you. The wax is pooling at the surface, moving inside the glass like a wave with even the smallest of movements.

You start to turn over onto your stomach but he shakes his head, his free hand sliding across your belly, his fingers inching up and grabbing one of your breasts. Hard. Giggling you arch your back and lean into his touch as he hovers the candle over your body.

He starts slow, letting the wax drip feather light, drop by agonising drop.

A moan escapes your lips as the heat of the wax mixes with the heat emitting from your core. You’re caught in a dilemma. On the one hand you want him to fuck you, but on the other hand you don’t want him to stop. Waiting is the sweetest of tortures after all.

Biting your lip you stare into his eyes and silently beg him to take you. He knows what you want but he continues to play with you as if you’re a canvas instead. He covers your body with wax in circles and swirls, each flick of his wrist adding to his masterpiece.

You reach out to touch his chest. You need to drag your nails deep into his flesh. Tit for tat, pleasure mixed with pain. He holds up his finger in warning before continuing his art. He eases his way up your body to your breasts.

As the hot wax strikes at your perk nipple a cry of pleasure erupts from within. The heat drills down through your chest and flows through your body to coil between your legs.

It’s too much. You’re on the edge.

He leans down to kiss your lips, soft and comforting, another form of play when he knows you need it rough and hard. He kisses down your throat and across your collarbone, each kiss almost on top of the previous until at last he reaches your nipple. His tongue licks circles around the wax before biting into your already tender skin.

“Stop teasing me,” you moan, the noise escaping your throat not sounding like your own. Arching back again you toss your head left to right. He pulls you up hard, your bodies slamming together. He’s grinning. He’s getting off on this. “Please. Just fuck me already, San.”

Ignoring your nails raking down his back, not a single acknowledgement of your touch, he tuts. “No, I don’t think I will. Not yet. Let me play with you a little more.”

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You’re obsessed!!! 😂😂😂

Actually I am working on a little something something for Lee Dong Wook lol just a little something something nothing crazy ☺️

and I might just have a little surprise when it comes to the summer camp idea - at this point it might be started in the summer but who knows when it will end lol

SEO MOON JO COFFEE SHOP AU!!!!!

uhhh if I had to pick another one... Jeno Summer Camp!!

Sinpie, I love youuuuu!! Please consider my votes above everyone else's. I am, after all, your number one fan!! <3 really, truly!! I am!!

This could be me and you depending on your future choices...

I jest, I jest!

...

unless...

hehe, just kidding... but I've definitely read all your fics and I'm your favourite so prioritise me! thanksss

also you forgot to mention The Silent Sea Gong Yoo fic??

Must be a mistake so I wanted to remind you :) xoxo

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My number 1 fan is a yandere 😭😭

Lol lol love you too 🥰

And how could I forget Gong Yoo 😏

Oh but I did forget him lol lol I have a half written spanky spank fic of him as the salesman’s lol 😂

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Panic sets in as you dig your nails into his thighs and he pulls back with a shy grin. He whispers your name, apologising as he strokes your hair, begging you to keep going.

Your jaw is sore. He’s too big. You give him a look that you hope expresses that if he gets too excited and almost kills you again, you’ll stop for the night. He holds his hands up in mock surrender.

Rolling your eyes you settle back between his legs, your knees resting on the plush pillow beneath you as you take him back into your mouth, as much as your mouth will allow. Yunho’s cock is huge, it’s hard to get used to.

Starting with a few long licks you suck on the tip before gliding down his length until he’s practically hitting the back of your throat. You’re already covered in saliva and precum. The familiar heat between your legs is back with a vengeance, distracting you from your current mission. Gagging, you pull back a little and he groans, his hands moving towards your head.

Before you can pull back all the way he has his fingers tangled in your hair again, his hips thrusting up into your face. If he doesn’t come quickly he might just kill you yet somehow you are more turned on than before. Staring up at him you feel helpless, and it has you curling your toes with excitement.

Yunho is the good guy, the kind gentleman, the best boy. He’s not the type of guy to get rough in bed – always asking you if you’re okay to continue, if you need anything, if he’s doing it how you like it. But not here, not now. When your nose touches his crotch he loses all reason.

He face fucks you until you’re choking, almost suffocating you’re so full of him, and the thrill of it makes you come back time and time again. One day he might end you, but not today.

Today you ride your high as he cums before you’re both sprawling out on the floor, panting.

After a few moments he crawls over to you, kissing your body and face, every exposed inch of skin. You pat his head and curl up in his arms, letting yourself doze off as he whispers something you’re too tired to hear.

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Citrus and Rum

Sunghoon x Fem!Reader 

Summary - The casino is bustling and you’re on a roll, that is until the owner sends his goons to collect you. He’s been watching you all night and he’s ready to collect. 

Genre - Yandere 

Warnings - Suggestive, yandere content, dom/sub tones (dom Sunghoon/sub reader), abusive behaviour, toxic relationship

Word Count - 1.3K

A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it and thank you for the request! <3

Two men in cheap black suits tower over you while you sit at the blackjack table. They’re looking at the small fortune you’ve accumulated in the form of little plastic chips. Judging by their broad shoulders and angry scowls, they’re security. One’s shorter than the other, his muscles giving him a meaty look while the other makes up for his lack of brawn in height.

“Can I help you?” The question is directed at the men although your eyes stick to the table as you twirl a thousand dollar chip over your knuckles. Cards spread out across the green felt table before you and the other guests who are now paying more attention to you and your company rather than the game at hand.

“We’re gonna need you to follow us,” the muscle says, motioning toward the back of the casino with his head.

“And leave all my newly acquired funds?”

“We’ll have someone pack it up all nice for you”, the height says with a smile, his lips pulling back across his teeth.

“Somehow I seriously doubt that.” Tossing the chip on the pile with a sigh you get up to follow.

They lead you down past the slot machines, the happy whir of the spinning reels, the dings and chimes. The sound of lost fortune follows you as you walk down the row, the boxes taunting. A squeal of glee erupts from one of the gamblers as the machine offers her quarters. Most of the guests are bent over in complete concentration as they continue to offer the machine their life savings.

You continue past the slots, the games, the players and those being played. The muscle walks in front while the height ushers you from behind, keeping you at a quick pace until you arrive at a locked door near the back. He swipes his keycard and it opens with a loud clang.

“Go ahead,” the muscle says and you roll your eyes before stepping in. “You know the way.”

The door closes behind you, the jolt of metal on metal reverberating down the corridor in an eerie echo. The lights are dim. Taking a deep breath you make your way down the hall, turning left then right before you come to the door you know he’s behind.

Testing the handle proves lucrative: it’s unlocked. You inch the door open, taking your time and allowing your eyes to scan the room with each nudge. He’s sitting on the lounge chair against the back wall, masked in shadow. You can’t see his features and it makes you uneasy.

“Well?” you ask with your hands on your hips. “I’m here. What do you want?”

“Come in.” The words leave a sour taste in your mouth. You do as you're told, easing the door closed behind you. The soft sound of the lock latching permeates the room as you stand, your back to the door, waiting for his next command.

He doesn't offer you one, instead allowing the silent buzz of the room to frustrate you into blurting out, “Well? I don’t have all day here.”

“And you think I have time to deal with your insolence?” The words bite, his cool tone hiding the rage underneath them. You take a step back, forgetting how close you are to the exit, and bump up against the door. Who knew he would get this angry over a few hundred Gs?

“You got your money back,” you mutter, looking towards the opposite side of the room. There’s a small bar and a door. You know what’s behind it and it’s something you’d rather not revisit, not today. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal, my love,” his voice is curt as he says the words and you shiver, you hate it when he calls you that, “is that you never seem to learn. No matter how many times I try to teach you.”

“It was just a card game–”

“No.” He’s on his feet moving swiftly towards you before he finishes the word. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Sunghoon’s about to knock over your candlestick. “No, it wasn’t. This was a direct deviance of my orders.”

“Sunghoon…” the word drifts off, lost under the weight of his gaze. Narrowed eyes and pinched lips have you fumbling for the door handle. “Well, I mean. I should get going. I didn’t mean to get you all riled up.”

Relief floods across your skin as you locate the knob, turning it slightly before his words still you. “Did I say you were dismissed?”

“No but…”

“No but what?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. The obvious gesture is ignored as he steps closer, invading your space, his breath close enough to taste. Citrus and rum.

You jut out your hand in an attempt to create some space between you, instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you into an embrace. His hand twists within your hair and pulls it tight causing you to yelp out in pain. His lips press down hard against your neck.

“Sunghoon, please. You’re hurting me.”

“Sunghoon?” His hard kisses turn to harder nips and he chuckles as you cry out. “At least show me the respect I deserve.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as tears well in your eyes. He knows.

“I’m sorry, what?” he spits, pulling your hair hard enough to snap your neck back. You’re gonna feel that tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, sir.” The words are hard to get out over the lack of air and sound like a breathy whisper.

“Are you though?”

“It won’t happen again.” Talking hurts more than breathing and you wonder if you might just pass out when he finally releases his grip, moving his hand down to your waist. “Sunghoon, I–”

“I’m sick of your games. It’s time you realised who you belong to,” he says, venomous and cold as he circles his hands around your arse, pulling your body into his. He grinds his hips up against yours, sending a jolt of pleasure to your core. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“I belong to you.”

‘I belong to you what?” He continues to move his hips back and forth as heat spreads across your skin.

“I belong to you, sir,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulls you up to him, your back flush with the door. “Only you, sir.”

“If you know that then you shouldn’t test me.” His lips find yours, crashing together in desperate need. Sucking on his tongue you hum and rub your body against his as hot trails of fire dance across your skin.

He pulls back, pushing against your chest to hold you at arm's length. Furrowing your brows you reach out but he flicks away your hand. You unwind your legs and slink back until your toes are on the floor.

“What are you doing? Stop teasing me.” You try to lean in again to no avail.

“You tried to run away, my love.” Swallowing hard you watch as the previous moment of lust falls from his face to be replaced by calm indifference. “Did you really think you were about to be rewarded for that?”

“I didn’t–”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Looking down at your feet you shake your head. “What are you going to do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, digging his fingers into your jaw. “I’m gonna punish you, of course. I’m going to make it so you can’t even walk, let alone try to leave me again.”

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G for sunghoon from enha

I am going to post this one today <3 Hope you like it! Thanks for participating in my 2K follower event!

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Avoiding work by editing (because things are getting desperate around here 🤣) I should have some more content coming soon ❤️

I started a little challenge…nothing crazy…just a tiny challenge…called the 185 insane…so I will be writing a lot more this month.

Is there anything you are really wanting to see?

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Me trying to catch my motivation before it flees:

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Hiii. Could you pls do B2 with NCT Mark?

I posted this! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it <3

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Your Scent

Mark Lee x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Your boss doesn’t like it when you leave the office for lunch. You’re on his time after all. You’re always on his time. 

Genre - Yandere 

Warnings - Sexual content, yandere, possessiveness, slight dubcon

Word Count - 1K

A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it and thank you for the request! <3

“That did not happen, don’t lie!” Laughing at your old school friend, you shove his arm in disbelief. “You always get up to the craziest things.”

He shrugs, giving you more details to prove the legitimacy of his claims. His wife tells a different story, interjecting her own ideas of what really happened. Shaking your head you lean over the small table and give them both a tight threeway hug.

“It was so nice to see you again,” she says, kissing you on the cheek. “We need to hang out more.”

“We really do,” you agree, pulling out your planner from your backpack. “Let’s figure out a time now or it’ll never happen.”

It’s not that you don’t want to spend more time with them, it’s simply that time isn’t something you have a lot of these days. When you’re as busy as you’ve been, things like breaks and having fun fall to the wayside.

“How is work?”

Translation: how’s your boss?

“It’s okay. Things are getting better.”

It’s a lie and they know it.

“Is it?”

“I mean I was able to get out and see you both,” you answer, looking down at your watch. Clicking your tongue you pull out your purse and throw down a few bills. “It’s on me today. Sorry, but I have to get back.”

Before they can decline the offer you’re already out of your seat walking towards the exit, weaving around the other patrons. You wave over your shoulder before heading outside. The sun is blinding as it beats down on your exposed arms and face. You search through your bag with a frown before finding your sunglasses, with a smile you put them on and the relief is instant. Not today, scorching sun.

He’s waiting for you.

Leaning against your car, he’s blocking the driver's side door. Black hair swept to the side and wearing a tailored suit, there’s a glint of something sinister behind his tight smile.

“Am I not allowed to go out for lunch now?” you ask as you get closer to your car.

“Of course,” he says, his voice low over the hustle and bustle of the plaza’s parking lot. People are enjoying their lunch break, or day off, running errands around you, or whatever it is that people with free time do. “I was just grabbing something from the Fed Ex and saw your car.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Does something need to be wrong to come see my employee?”

“I mean, we just saw each other an hour ago,” you say as you look down at your Apple watch. 49 minutes ago to be exact.

“Who was that?” He motions towards the cafe behind you.

“An old friend.” He raises a brow at your response, his jaw tensing as he waits for you to elaborate. After a few awkward moments of silence you continue, “They’re just old friends.”

“What’s his name?”

“What does it matter?”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

Sighing, you step into his space and place a hand on his arm. “Mark, please. He’s not important. Can we discuss this somewhere a little less crowded?”

“Why?” Sliding an arm around your back he pulls you close. Your breasts press up hard against his chest. “You worried your little boyfriend will see?”

“He’s not my–”

“I can’t believe you were out here acting like a little slut and you expected me to what? Stay in the office and slave away? Just ignore the messages popping up on your phone?” He holds up your phone and your hand snaps to your purse like a magnet out of pure reflex. “All these names. And some of these messages...”

“That’s not–”

“On company time no less.” He shakes his head before leaning in and whispering, “On my time.”

“It’s not–”

“Get in the car.” It’s not a question.

He’s motioning towards the back seat of your own vehicle. Your mouth drops as you look around the parking lot. Why is he acting like this here? “Are you serious right now?”

“Get in.”

Clenching your jaw you pull out your keys, unlock the car and scramble in the backseat. You’re quickly pushed further inside as he climbs in after you. Before the door even closes behind him his fingers are in your hair, his lips on yours, each kiss more urgent than the last.

“Mark, please, I…”

“Did he touch you?”

“What? Who?”

“Your little friend,” he says, venom dripping on the word ‘friend’.

“No, he’s–”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, pulling your neck back by your hair. “I saw you. I saw his hands on you. He touched you.”

“No, it’s not like–”

His lips crash down on yours, painful and hungry, his tongue sliding across your lips, tapping at them until you open up to allow him to deepen the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck out of instinct, you suck on his tongue, tasting him; bourbon and chocolate.

His left hand slides across your arm then up behind your back and in your hair. His other hand snakes under your skirt, his fingers pressing against the soft material of your panties. Jutting out your hand to stop him, you pull back from the kiss and look around the plaza. People are fluttering about, some close to the car, and even though the windows are tinted you know people can see if they look hard enough.

“Someone will see,” you say, pushing his hand away. He chuckles before slamming your shoulders down against the leather seat as his hands wander over your body.

“Let them see,” he says as he unbuttons your blouse. “We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

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Brand 

Jay x Fem!Reader 

Summary - You went out with the girls and left Jay at home to come up with all kinds of ideas of what you’ve really been up to. 

Genre - Yandere 

Warnings - Suggestive, yandere themes, possessiveness, jealousy, being a little rough, 

Word Count - .7k

A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it and thank you so much for the request! <3

“You’re late,” calls his voice from within the dark.

“It’s only 1:30,” you say, black stilettos dangling from your fingers as you lock the door behind you. Stumbling in the dark you feel for the empty cubby by the entryway and shove your shoes inside. Switching on the light as you walk into the living room you glance around the empty room until your gaze lands on Jay. “You’re the one who didn’t want to go.”

“And hang out with all your idiotic friends? I can think of a hundred better uses of my time,” he says as he follows your every movement like a hawk, his relaxed position in direct opposition from the look in his eyes. “You said you’d be back before midnight.”

“Well,” you start with a shrug, “we ended up going to the club.”

“Oh? You did?”

“Yeah, it was so much fun.” Ignoring his stiff tone you continue, “well, it’s probably best you didn’t go anyway.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, yeah. I mean you would have been bored.”

“At the club?”

“I mean, like you said, it's not really your scene. Plus you would have been the only guy there since it was just the girls. I didn’t realise at the time but I guess we weren’t supposed to invite any guys. It was meant to be a girls night. So just the girls. There weren't any guys there or anything like that.” The words spew out from your lips at a wicked speed and you wonder if you’ll ever shut up. Why can’t you shut up! “Well, I mean obviously there were men there. I mean we were in public. But no one actually invited anyone. Actually it was a funny story because we actually ran into a few guys that we knew…”

The words die on your lips as you look over at Jay. Tight-lipped smile, clenched jaw, balled fists. There’s practically steam erupting from his pores. Swallowing you take a step back, pulling down on the hem of your dress. Your eyes drift towards the stairs.

“Well, I’m beat. I should head to…” You motion towards the bedroom with your head as you ease your way back to the hall.

“Did I give you permission to leave?”

You scrunch up your face. Is he serious? “Permission?”

“Did I stutter?” He’s on his feet and beside you within two wide strides. “Did you think I would let you wash away the evidence?”

“Evidence?” you yelp as his cool fingers circle your wrist, pulling you down the corridor towards the bedroom. “What are you talking about? Jay? Jay!”

He doesn’t answer, instead throwing you down on the canopy-style bed with enough force to make you bounce. Before you have a moment to adjust to your new surroundings he’s pinning you underneath him, his hands on either side of your face, his body flush against yours.

“Do I need to mark you? To burn my brand into your skin so no one will touch what isn’t theirs?”

“No one touched–”

His lips crash against yours with frenzied need, each kiss harder than the last. His tongue claims yours as his hands explore your body, slipping the tiny material of your dress from your shoulders. Nimble fingers make haste of the dress, quickly forgotten somewhere on the floor. He moans, sucking on your tongue and tangles his fingers up in your hair as his hips grind against yours.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him closer, squirming under his touch. Heat spreads out across your skin as your hands find his belt. He leans back and grabs your wrist, pulling your fingers to his lips and kisses each one in succession before he looks back down at you, a dark glint of warning lurking within.

“I’ll check every inch of you and if you’re lying to me I really will brand you. I’ll mark you so deeply that no one will want what’s left.”

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Can you do B for jay? Or Heeseung

Whosoever you like

Btw congratulations 🥳

I am going to post this one soon 🥰

I hope you like it, sorry for the long wait and thanks for the request :)

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Walking down the boardwalk – his hand in yours as a gentle breeze caresses your skin and the sun kisses your cheeks – you can’t imagine being anywhere else. He’s pointing at one of the seagulls currently stealing several french fries from a man with thick-rimmed glasses wearing a look of shocked resentment. The man slouches over, covering his food with half his body as several gulls surround him. Another lands, this one on his table. You and Seokjin both giggle as the bird charges at the man who flinches, allowing the seagull to steal more chips as you walk past.

Waves lap perpetually at the wooden beams beneath you, the sound increasing as you make your way towards the end of the pier. Salt lingers in the air; with every breath you taste it on your tongue. Each step unleashes more of the spellbinding view, the ocean stretching out before you, reminding you just how small you truly are.

As if sensing your thoughts, Seokjin pulls you towards him, your back flush against his chest, his hands circling your waist with a happy sigh. His head rests on your shoulder as you both take in the view.

Words pale in comparison to the beauty before you. The world is a masterpiece, no matter how much of it you see it always finds new ways to mesmerise you. Shades of blue, green and white, the rippling waves seem to go on forever, and the sky is equally infinite. There isn't a single cloud in sight.

With Jin by your side every day is as bright as this.

He kisses your neck and whispers, “There’s nothing I love more than being able to share all my moments with you.”

You lean back against his chest, sinking in as you let his strong shoulders bear your worries before releasing them out into the ocean. There’s nothing to worry about because in this moment you have everything you need.

“I love you,” you whisper, a tear trickling down your cheek. He kisses it away and holds you closer. The warmth of the sun and his body combine until you’re left in peaceful bliss.

“I love you more,” he murmurs against your neck. “More than all the fish in the sea.”

You laugh. He’s absurd. But you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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The smooth tile is cold under your feet as you tiptoe into the kitchen. It’s early and you don’t want to wake him. There’s nothing special about the day necessarily – you just want to surprise him like he does you. The small moments, the little gestures are what make you the most happy and this time you want to see him smile.

Pressing one of the earbuds tight against your ear you let the sound flow from your head down through your body until you feel its rhythm. Once the music takes control you whisk around the room, gingerly opening the cabinets and fridge to grab all the ingredients needed for your masterpiece.

Each movement is timed to perfection, each item measured with precision. Gliding back and forth across the room you almost forget the chill in the air, almost. You silently curse your rush to get downstairs before grabbing something to cover your shoulders. Standing in the middle of the kitchen in your lace bra and panties, covered in flour and batter you can’t help but giggle. Breakfast for a King. What a mess.

“This would have been the perfect opportunity for a sexy little apron.”

You jump, eyes wide before a grin settles across your face. He’s leaning against the doorframe, a lazy smile on his lips, naked.

“You’re not meant to see this. I was going to clean everything up and serve you in bed.”

“Hmm? How sweet,” he says as he slides across the room in two leisurely steps. He pulls you to him, lifting you off the ground with ease before pushing you up against the counter, as he looks down at you. “Sorry I ruined your plans. How about we make a new one?”