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[yangirlyere]

i went to see stray kids's concert yestarday... can barely put my thoughts together, but they are just...wow

[yangirlyere]

but also definitely katsuki's parents. like, his mom is so so explosive and his dad is so..absent..they have to compensate him in some way, right? especially when they see their own son so depressed, so not explosive, not like himself at all. so, just like they always did his wishes as an emotional neglected kid, they do it again for their emotional neglected man.

plus: katsuki's dad would totally let everything slide because you are so adorable throwing tantrums and you make his son so so so happy. but katsuki's mom? oh she better not catch you bratting around without her son bc you'll wish never to get out of his sight ever again

Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:

Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.

But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.

I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.

You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.

By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.

Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:

Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)

Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)

I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam

What do you guys think?

Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)

[yangirlyere]

you guys will have to hear me out on my next one istg

[yangirlyere]

seriously cant get over this one and to think i did it in one sitting while i was supposed to be working lol

hey, im back. and way faster than i thought it possible. requests are open, btw.

tw: forced eating, implied noncon. changbin is a sadist really, but mentally so.

for your own good.

changbin knew he was scary.

no one that big could ever be unaware of others' reactions to him, especially your reaction to him.

and especially not when you looked so frightened by his slow movements towards your just now spoken words.

he, so measured and steady, putting down the fork he had just picked up, and if you didn't knew him well enough, you could say he put them down with all the leisure in the world.

but his eyes never lied.

and not like you could expect any other reaction from him when the words "no" came out of your goddamn mouth, stubbornly so.

you had just denied him. denied him in something so silly, so futile, so... useless.

but you had done so regardless.

"put the fucking carrot on your fucking plate right now, sweetie, or i swear to god im gonna make you throw them up and eat them again." he said, looking so calm, so collected, almost as if his veins weren't so visible on his reddening neck.

he was good at pretending, but something always made his intentions clear, you had learned.

but it wasn't enough to convince you to put the smashed and mushy carrots on your plate, the thought of it alone making you sick.

"b,binnie.. please.. i dont.." you sounded sick already, but he wasn't budging.

no, on the contrary, the rasping sound you made only encouraging him further into getting up and putting himself the orange thing he called carrots moments ago. he settled the plate down right in front of his seat, making you almost hopeful he would let it slide, but it all fell down like sand castle when he pushed you to sit in his tights, forcing you down so hard you couldn't even budge to sit more comfortably.

"open up, cmon, doll. you know the drill. hard way or easy way." he collected some of that mushy thing into his fork and pressed against your mouth.

instinctively so, you shook your head no, trying to scape all of it, only a second too late realizing the mistake. and he was already in reacting.

his fingers went straight to your nose, pinching them so hard it left you no choice but open your mouth up, trying to recollect the air you lost on the flinch you did in reflex, but to no use since the fork was already shoved into your lips so hard it made you gag on the squishy thing.

"remember im so fucking good for you that i force myself to do this. just for your own fucking good, brat." he said, so sure of his own words. as if he was not just about to punish you for the sake of carrots, for gods sake.

the whole ordeal was sickening, only worsening your apetite each and every time he brought the fork to your closed lips and gagging throat, making the whole cycle repeat itself.

minutes went by and, only when he was satisfied (only two plates of mashed carrots later), you were almost the color of the dish itself, out of air and one fork about to throw the whole thing up.

but, as if trying to comfort yourself, it was over, you thought. he was done, right?

he had to be done.

"cmon. get up and on your knees, doll. you have your master to thank for this amazing dish he made just for you, right?" he laughed machiavelic.

he enjoyed the tears he had brought upon you without even the slightest bit of force from him. the control he had displayed without even raising his voice. he was fucking thrilled.

and someone had to calm down the member that had just raised up, right?

and what better way to thank him if not on your knees, mixing the taste of him with his own work?!

"trust me, doll. I'll always do what its best for your, rather you like it or not.." he smirked, patting your cheeks patronizingly. "especially when not."

[yangirlyere]

hey, im back. and way faster than i thought it possible. requests are open, btw.

tw: forced eating, implied noncon. changbin is a sadist really, but mentally so.

for your own good.

changbin knew he was scary.

no one that big could ever be unaware of others' reactions to him, especially your reaction to him.

and especially not when you looked so frightened by his slow movements towards your just now spoken words.

he, so measured and steady, putting down the fork he had just picked up, and if you didn't knew him well enough, you could say he put them down with all the leisure in the world.

but his eyes never lied.

and not like you could expect any other reaction from him when the words "no" came out of your goddamn mouth, stubbornly so.

you had just denied him. denied him in something so silly, so futile, so... useless.

but you had done so regardless.

"put the fucking carrot on your fucking plate right now, sweetie, or i swear to god im gonna make you throw them up and eat them again." he said, looking so calm, so collected, almost as if his veins weren't so visible on his reddening neck.

he was good at pretending, but something always made his intentions clear, you had learned.

but it wasn't enough to convince you to put the smashed and mushy carrots on your plate, the thought of it alone making you sick.

"b,binnie.. please.. i dont.." you sounded sick already, but he wasn't budging.

no, on the contrary, the rasping sound you made only encouraging him further into getting up and putting himself the orange thing he called carrots moments ago. he settled the plate down right in front of his seat, making you almost hopeful he would let it slide, but it all fell down like sand castle when he pushed you to sit in his tights, forcing you down so hard you couldn't even budge to sit more comfortably.

"open up, cmon, doll. you know the drill. hard way or easy way." he collected some of that mushy thing into his fork and pressed against your mouth.

instinctively so, you shook your head no, trying to scape all of it, only a second too late realizing the mistake. and he was already in reacting.

his fingers went straight to your nose, pinching them so hard it left you no choice but open your mouth up, trying to recollect the air you lost on the flinch you did in reflex, but to no use since the fork was already shoved into your lips so hard it made you gag on the squishy thing.

"remember im so fucking good for you that i force myself to do this. just for your own fucking good, brat." he said, so sure of his own words. as if he was not just about to punish you for the sake of carrots, for gods sake.

the whole ordeal was sickening, only worsening your apetite each and every time he brought the fork to your closed lips and gagging throat, making the whole cycle repeat itself.

minutes went by and, only when he was satisfied (only two plates of mashed carrots later), you were almost the color of the dish itself, out of air and one fork about to throw the whole thing up.

but, as if trying to comfort yourself, it was over, you thought. he was done, right?

he had to be done.

"cmon. get up and on your knees, doll. you have your master to thank for this amazing dish he made just for you, right?" he laughed machiavelic.

he enjoyed the tears he had brought upon you without even the slightest bit of force from him. the control he had displayed without even raising his voice. he was fucking thrilled.

and someone had to calm down the member that had just raised up, right?

and what better way to thank him if not on your knees, mixing the taste of him with his own work?!

"trust me, doll. I'll always do what its best for your, rather you like it or not.." he smirked, patting your cheeks patronizingly. "especially when not."

[yangirlyere]

so...

A-Z Yandere Prompts w/ Dialogue Starters

A is for... Appetite

“I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth.”

“I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

“You look delicious. I won't stop until I’ve eaten every bite.”

B is for... Brand

“I’m going to engrave myself into your very being.”

“We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

“With this tattoo I’ve claimed you.”

C is for... Consequences

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn.” 

“Don’t complain now – you did this to yourself.” 

“You reap what you sow.”

D is for... Delusion

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.” 

“Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”  

“Why are you running? I did this for you!”

E is for... Eradicate

“You don’t need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.” 

“You’re better off without them anyway.” 

“I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

F is for... Forbidden

“You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” 

“They will never let us be together unless we make them.” 

“It’s only taboo to those who’ve never loved like us.”

G is for... Game

“Here kitty, kitty.”

“I don’t know how to lose.” 

“One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door.”

H is for... Harmless

“I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” 

“Why are you scared?” 

“You’re the only reason worth living for.”

I is for... Isolation

“Why would you want to leave? I’m keeping you here for your own good!”

“There’s nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone.” 

“No one will ever find you here.”

J is for... Jealousy

“If his filthy hands touch you again I’ll kill him.” 

“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?” 

“I can’t control how I react when your eyes wander.”

K is for... Kidnap

“You say kidnap, I say date. Who’s really to know?” 

“It’s not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here.” 

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”

L is for... Lies

“The truth would have just hurt you.” 

“I’m not lying – I bent the truth a little to protect you.” 

“Don’t you believe me?”

M is for... Manipulation

“I’ve done everything for you and this is how you repay me?” 

“If you leave me now I’ll die. I can’t survive without you.” 

“I told you they couldn’t be trusted.”

N is for... Neglect

“Stop ignoring me!” 

“Look at you, you’re skin and bones.” 

“If you won’t take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.”

O is for... Obsession

“It’s our anniversary! How could you forget? There isn’t a single thing I don’t remember about you.” 

“So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?” 

“I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. You’re all I can think about.”

P is for... Persistence

“To my dying breath, I’ll never let you go.” 

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.” 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

Q is for Quid Pro Quo

“If you do this for me I’ll think about helping you.” 

“Well, I guess it pays to have friends in high places.” 

“You owe me.”

R is for... Restraints

“I’ll let you go when you understand this is where you belong.” 

“Your poor wrists… Maybe next time you’ll do what I say the first time I ask.” 

“The cuffs will come off when you start acting like someone who doesn’t need them.”

S is for... Spoil

“I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything.” 

“Is this okay? Did I do well?”

“Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?”

T is for... Training

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It’s up to you.” 

“Haven’t we already moved past this? Do I have to train you again?”

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”

U is for... Unending

“No matter how long you make me wait, our love will never die.” 

“The only way out of this house is death.” 

“There is no end. We are eternal.”

V is for... Voyeur

“Don’t act as if you don’t know me. I've been watching you watch me.” 

“I like you best when you’re sleeping.”  

“If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?”

W is for... Worship

“You’re my whole world, my Goddess. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.” 

“Let me show you what adoration truly looks like.” 

“No matter what you do to me, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone.”

X is for... XOXO

“I want to hold you but I can’t. Once I do, I know I’ll never stop.” 

“I need to kiss every inch of your skin.” 

“When we part, every caress becomes more agonizing than the last.”

Y is for... Yearn

“I’m aching for your touch.” 

“You’re my oasis. Please don’t leave me thirsting.” 

“You don’t know true pain. I’ll show you what it really means to crave something.”

Z is for... Zealot

“You are my religion.” 

“Words like radical and extremist are just a pseudonym for enthusiastic.” 

“No matter the world, we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.”

~Feel free to reblog and use~

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stray kids:

bangchan:

prevention

tw: mention of noncon, kidnapping, abuse and marking(?)

minho:

brain scary

tw: manipulation, brainwashing(?)

changbin:

for your own good

tw: forced eating, implied noncon and sadist changbin.

hyunjin:

beware of the disregarded art

tw: kidnapping, mention of drugs, anti social behavior.

felix:

sweet neighbor

tw: kidnapping, implied breaking of fingers and legs (reader's and others).. hide and seek but make it dark?

jisung:

flight or fight

tw: jisung is a pervert, obsession, mentions of masturbation, panties are stollen, just a whole mess.

jeongin:

please, please, please

tw: abuse of drugs, jeongin is a seller, expressed and mentions of dubcon and technically prostitution

[yangirlyere]

hey. im back. well not exactly. cant control my writing block as it comes and goes at its own free will. this has been in my drafts for months now and i decided to finish it at one sitting while going at a family event.

this is unhinged. jisung is a pervert. dont think there's any more warnings needed, but hey if i missed something feel free to tell me!

flight or fight?

he was caught off guard.

that was for sure.

jisung surely didn't expect you to return home, so, so, so early. nor did he expect the way you would abruptly enter your own room. why would you even do that, anyway? coming in so sneakily. so abruptly. but it wasn't your fault, right? you didn't mean any bad from it.

thats why he didn't predicted getting caught in the middle of his act, out of air, wet hair from sweat, pants down and hands wrapped between his member and something so flimsy, so delicate, so..so pink. by no one else other than you, the one he was thinking so hard about while using your damn panties to jerk off.

well, was.

and some say you attract what you think.

because now the both of you looked at each other so intensely, as if not wanting to believe the other was there, for a good ten seconds it was just this: him, facing you, unmoving if not for his reddening cheeks, you, unmoving if not for your wandering eyes throughout his hands. clamping so tightly at your damn panties.

"ping".

the only thing that made the both of you wake up to reality was the sound of notification coming from his phone. the tracker he had on you finally warning him of your arrival. a bit too late, wasn't it?

snapping out of shock, your instinct to flight or fight hit, with red bright alarm lights buzzing in, and of course you decided to flight, knowing you had no real chance winning against jisung on a fight, rather he was butt cheeks naked or not, you couldn't take the risk.

of course, running from him while he was butt cheeks naked didn't prove to be much better anyways, but at least you managed to the living room.

but they say the higher you fly the deeper you fall, too.

and you feel. hard. so hard you didnt notice how the tiles were cutting cold, how your hair was caught in between his knees while his hands clamped your mouth so hard it didn't give you room to even breath.

didnt even notice the tears flushing in your face, making his flush too just for a whole another reason. one to do with his pulsing member prodding against way too close for comfort on your belly, his weight pushing you further down.

he was trapping you against him without needing his hands, for gods sake.

 "- sorry.. im sorry..im really..-" he tried to say, to beg, but his hips rolling against yours didn't make it any easier to speak without moaning. and that would ruin the whole mood, would it not?

and he didn't want to do that, no, never. he wanted you to like him, needed you to like it.

he would make you like it, even if took time. its not like he would let you run away from him.

not ever. specially not now, that he had your body right where he wanted. soon he would have your mind there too. right? you had to. had to. had to. had to.

you would do that for him, right? right? you would. he was sure of it.

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what if..?

which one of skz members should i write???

I need to know if I’m being delusional rn pls help

i had an epiphany today. everyone writes fics about what happens when the yandere kidnaps the darling, but what about when they get caught?

I feel like there’s so much potential there. watching your kidnapper frantically scramble to get you away before the cops can get him. the person who you’ve come to fear so heavily is scared. scared because he’s about to lose you if he fucks this up—the person he threw every ounce of his morality out the window for

and then it sets up so nicely for something like a cross country chase. traveling from town to town and using fake identities, yandere holding you between his legs and dying and cutting your hair to change your appearances, just barely getting away from the cops, yandere fucking you hard and deep in a seedy motel room, forcing you to swear that you love him and that you’ll never leave as you dissociate, watching his body moving on top of you in the ceiling mirror, hoping that you get caught but the fear of what he’ll do to you if you tell the police what he’s done

And it’s all a big race. Will the police catch you before you get to the border or will he get you out of the country and force you to be his forever?

just… UGH. maybe I’m crazy. maybe a lot of people have done this and I just haven’t read it but I feel like if they haven’t it’s an untapped market.

[yangirlyere]

fuck this. we were robbed 3 times just today i cant anymore with this Olympics

[yangirlyere]

beware of the disregarded art.

tw: kidnapping, mention of drugs, anti social behavior.

it shouldn't have taken you by surprise when you woke up beside hyunjin, given how pretty and easily he smiled at you. and it wouldn't, hadn't you two met just the night before, at a party that he certainly had never been before, a party that had ended way too early for you when everything had darkened after just sipping the drink he had just brought you.

but it shouldn't have caught you by surprise nonetheless, alas, his pretty face was nothing more than a facade, and a good one at that. one that you were afraid would make everyone else bypass him when looking for you too.

so yes, it caught you by surprise seeing hwang hyunjin´s face way too close to yours for comfort - if that was even his name. and the cuffs tying you up to the bed certainly weren't of help either.

hwang hyunjin had always been outwardly weird to those who were able to see through his tall frame and plump lips.

one prone to have obssessions, hyperfixations, introvert habits and a rather violent view of the world that were very much expressed to any art of his, barely in-love-disguised characters, colors and words.

but when he started to take too much interest in you, in your appareance, your friends, the places you frequented, your classes, your routine, your outfits, your voice, your opinions, you; all the while maintaining distance from you, never coming up directly to know these himself...

it should have raised some red flags on his friends´s minds, but they were the few who were used to his demeanor, so they only dismissed as him being shy and introverted again, or probably he was in one of his hyperfixations phases, but it wasnt to worry, right? he would only use you as a muse to his art, an way to prevent the artist´s block or something like that, right?

that was the excuses they would tell themselves after your missing picture went viral, disposing your pretty doe eyes everywhere for everyone to only admire your missed beauty. because he has hwang hyunjin, he wasnt capable of that, right? or if he was, it didn't matter anymore, they would never tell a soul.

that wouldn't do any good for anyone, right?

[yangirlyere]

sweet neighbor.

tw: kidnapping, implied breaking of fingers and legs (reader's and others).. hide and seek but make it dark?

your neighboorhood was exceptionally good, even to these days you could still recall fond memories of yourself about ten years younger running around and playing hide and seek with your at the time friends, and sweet-sour nostalgia would hit you everytime.

but it hit you even harder when you recalled the first time you met him. the very day he moved to the house next to yours, your parents introducing you so Felix wouldn't feel so lonely and affected about those changes he was going through: moving out was hard enough, let alone to other country, with culture and language barriers splashed against his face. that's why you insisted on playing with him even when it meant playing only the two of you. Felix was fun, kind and cute. Surely he didn't mind either.

On the contrary, when your so called friends - He had taught you they weren't real ones after abandoning you - started coming around with the idea of him accompanying you like a shadow, he was rather frustrated, he liked better when was only you and him.

It was a silly wish anyways, he couldn't have you all to himself, you remember arguing, which only made him laugh.

At the time, you didn't understand why or what about that laugh that had made you raise a reddish flag up in the air, one that would only make sense now, years after, in that dark place you could bear or bother to identify, with your heart beating so loudly you couldn't not hear it, feel it, pulsing through your ears so strongly it made you worry he would hear'em too.

"C'mon, darling... stop playing, im not in the mood to seek you, i think we grew that silly age, didn't we?" he proposed. "come out now and i wont hurt you.. much."

all you did was stop breathing, as if it would stop him from finding you, or would make you escape him in any way possible, but it couldn't, you knew it, he knew it.

"okay then.. you leave me no choice.. when i find you, baby, oh, what can i do?" he walks around talking to himself, knowing you were listening carefully. "maybe break your legs? or your fingers? surely effective ways to teach, but im not exactly willing to the aftercare that it demands from me... hm, but maybe your friend's fingers and legs? what do you think baby? no pain for you, i bet you'll be relieved, even." he laughs darkly. then suddenly turns to your direction so abruptly it makes you release the breath you were holding in a gasp. You were doomed.

"Found you baby." He smiled brightly and creepily. "My turn."

[yangirlyere]

Gojo Satoru

TW: implied noncon, desperate starved reader, God!Gojo

gn reader

based on this by @hawnks

He's worshipped, but worship alone doesn’t make those who pray by his shrine his belongings.

Even pets run away when they don't like the food.

He could take lives, which suppose some of his fellow gods might view as ownership, but right when he ran out of places to wash the blood off his hands, he’d sooner found it to be an empty pastime bearing no merit.

After all, taking lives doesn't mean they belong to you—it just means they’re dead. 

He'd come to realize that the power to take is a far cry from the prospect of actually owning something—something he can truly call his. He could level a forest and everything in it, crush mountains to deserts, drink the entire ocean dry—but it wouldn’t make any of it his.

It leaves him feeling stingy when yet another measly human comes before him—on your knees with your forehead bowed in the dirt, skinny hands shaking while laid flat out before you, cracked lips crying his name.

With his chin propped in his palm, he yawns while listening to you, and with jaded eyes, he nearly dismisses you altogether. But there’d been a question he’d been mulling over lately—one that had found its way to the tip of his tongue.

“What do I get in return?”

You’re only asking for very little—one of the humbler humans who still bother praying to him. You might see it as greedy of him to ask you for something in return—a poor soul with nothing but your sorry name. But what you don’t understand is that you and he are the exact same.

Dirt poor.

In many ways, he has it a lot worse. You could die. He could not. Infinity would pan on forever and drag him with it as if with a ball and chain—and he’d remain destitute and alone for the entirety of it all.

Which is why…

“You can have me, I guess…”

It sounded so sweet—like a vow.

You say it with such defeat, as though you’ve already accepted his rejection—as though you’re about to offer yourself to the forest next—as though you're worth nothing more than returning to soil again. 

You don’t notice the new light in his eyes that threatens to swallow you whole, nor do you hear the growl in his gut like a beast awoken from a deep slumber—starved to death if he only could. His tongue swells with sweetness, it nearly runs over and spills down his chin.

Your offer hangs still in the air, poised and waiting for him to grab it, brighter than a star. It nearly frightens him—how much he wants it—how desperately he yearns for it. His fingertips buzz with thrill as he reaches out. He’s never held something like it before—soft and warm and flickering with something fleeting and precious. It almost feels wrong for him to hold it in his blood-soaked hands. Eyes all but blacked out as he looks down at it.

“Mine, you say?” 

You feel it, too, but it’s not close to the same sense of elevation—how he reaches into your chest and scribbles his name on your soul. Each letter is heavier than the last and leaves you curling in on yourself in agony, screaming before you fall silent.

Panting once you look up, you clutch your chest, only to see his sneer gone, replaced by something worse—something haunting.

The regret is palpable. You pick yourself up and take to running away—but by then, it’s too late. You don’t make it more than two steps before something has you tugged right back—this time into his embrace.

“I accept your generous sacrifice, little human.”

His words weigh awfully heavy while you shudder in his lap. His skin is like marble—shimmery and cold as his hands wrap around you, holding you tightly as he puts his lips to your neck.

"I'll take precious care of you..."

You feared he’d bite, but the kisses that commence feel no less like a collar being fastened snug around your throat. As well as his promise—like being sentenced to spend eternity right there, hand-fed under that awful smile on his face.

[yangirlyere]

please, please, please

(im sorry guys im listenig please please please on repeat and i guess its noticeable). tw: abuse of drugs, jeongin is a seller, expressed and implied dubcon. let me know if i missed anything.

you knew he was not the ideal stand up guy you see around in the coffee shop in the neighborhood from the start. you knew exactly who he was, he knew who you were. at last, you couldn't pretend not to when your meetings with him went that way: you had desires and evasive coping mechanisms, and he sold them for good money. it was a perfect pair, really.

especially when you noticed you had run out of budget for this month's "coping'". tragical, yes, but just another friday for Jeongin, well, if it wasn't you who were looking up at him with the most pretty puppy eyes, the most sweet and alluring voice begging him "please, please" to let you pay later just this one time, while promising to do better next time.

how could he ever deny you? although, he would never do it without a price, so he doesn't feel even a tidy bit guilty when he demands a kiss as interest.. or guarantee, whatever would convince you to do it the fastest.

as if you had a choice to begin with, you needed the package he had, and no one would give it to you for that price. so you do. it did help Jeongin was an attractive guy, who knew exactly what he was doing while massaging your tongue with his and grabbing and pushing and scrapping lightly your waist, his smirk growing in between kisses along with his boldness -as he pushed his knees further and further- and, well, his other package grew as well.

of course, what you promised to be just one time, happened again, and again, and again. to the point you were getting worried he was going to stop selling to you at all. but how could he when you always paid so dearly for it? he could escalate his needs all he wanted, first a kiss, then a make out session, and then he asked for your undies, and you so prettily obeyed every damn time, he was already planning to ask for bj when you arrived earlier than he expected, in a better state than he expected -not crying pretty messily or fidgeting, but with the haunted eyes - abstaining eyes, he did not expect, since covering them was his specialty.

it all made sense when you spoke your first words since your arrival: "Jeongin, i have to stop." it was all he heard and all he needed to hear to lose his mind.

what do you mean, "stop"? hah. you think it is that easy? guess what, its not, and it wont be unless he said so, you know why? you will be coming after this, after him, and he will get the final say if you deserve the bliss or not. and he has much to gain with the former.

he didn't realize he said it all, but in the end it didn't matter when he was already grabbing you by the neck and pushing you into a heated kiss, stopping only to put a pill inside his mouth just to go back at it right after, pushing it to and down your tongue, giving you the bliss you so desperately wanted and avoided.

the bliss made you pliant, it made you his, and he wouldn't have any other way.

[yangirlyere]

brain scary.

what about an extremely dangerous Minho, not exactly in brawn type of scary, but brain type of scary. specially because i can see him studying every little detail about psychology manipulations - negative reinforcement, isolation, lovebombing, gaslighting, guilty tripping, moving goalposts, silent treatment, all of it to the t.

he spent a very long time scheming and studying how to apply all and any of it in so subtle ways that you wouldn't even understand what was happening before it was too late. Before you couldn't even begin to comprehend why everything he says seems so trustworthy and yet so agonizing to you. Why you couldn't do a simple task before thinking of him and his reactions, predicting and avoiding them, standing and sitting in eggshells just to attend to his every needs.

But don't worry, he will train you to forget about his bad side too, unless when necessary, of course. He couldn't let you get spoiled, now could he?

[yangirlyere]

requests are open for stray kids, mha, jjk & haikyuu

work list.

STRAY KIDS

[yangirlyere]

prevention.

tw: mention of noncon, kidnapping, abuse and marking(?), let me know if i missed anything.

Bangchan always knew.

he somehow always managed to get his hands on you before you actually got to do something, like he could read your mind or your body signals before even you could grasp and prevent´em. but maybe it was for the better, better he stopped you before you actually did something, so he would not hurt you - since you never got to do anything, and you still would be his little toy to play with, defenseless and too dumb to try and escape.

not ideal, but i bet you wouldnt rather be marked, beaten, raped, only to be left alone in a cold and dark room, trembling and crying or god´s knew how long, and maybe even with a bone missing, right? well, if yes, im sure he could help you with that too.

Chan would do anything for his beloved, after all.