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If the world was ending

Felix x reader. Estranged childhood best friends to lovers. Angst and happy ending. highly recommend listening to If the world was ending while reading :)

Felix has always been there with you, from the moment you've met him when you were 8 years old, until he suddenly no longer was, and you were left to grapple with the consequences of his absence- and those of his return.

cw: description of a car accident, reader has a fear of loud noises.

skz song series masterlist

12 march 2011 

Screeching brakes, a jarring collision, glass shattering all around you, shards of it embedding into your tender skin. You are too young to understand it all, but you know it's bad. You are suddenly upside down, the only thing helping you stay put is the seatbelt fastened around you. You didn't really like seatbelts but your mom always insisted on you wearing one.

Your mom, you can't see her face, she's upside down too, and she isn't talking. That's unusual because you're crying and she isn't turning around to comfort you. Someone is screaming outside of your car, and then you are pulled out. You don't know who's touching you, and you want them to stop. Where is your mom? Why did they not pull her out too?

An ambulance approaches you; its loud sirens feel like pine needles drilling into your skull. You try to cover your ears but your hands are covered in blood. The world around you is painted red- the flashing lights of the sirens and the liquid oozing from your cuts. It’s no longer your favorite color.

27 may 2011 

You are playing in the playground near your home, waving at your mom from the top of the slide. She's gotten better, she smiles more easily at you now. And you are trying to be a good kid too; you help wash the dishes and you clean your room all by yourself. You don't want your mom to feel sad again and go back to that dreaded hospital. 

You slide out, happy giggles leaving your mouth, before climbing up the tiny stairs once again. But as you reach the top, an ambulance rushes by the playground. You don't know what's happening, but you suddenly feel shards of glass on your skin once again. Your hands are shaking as you sit on the floor, curling around yourself in a ball.  

"What's wrong?" someone asks and you lift your head tentatively. It's a young boy, he's looking at you worriedly, a tiny pout on his lips. 

"I don't like ambulances," you hiccup, burying your head in your knees again. 

Suddenly, small hands cover your ears, muffling the shrill sound of sirens. They are warm and sticky from the red popsicle he’s still holding.

"Now you can't hear them," he giggles, his eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Despite your raging fear, a smile finds its way into your lips.

"What's those on your face," you ask with a small voice, pointing at the faint marks dusting his cheeks. 

"They're called freckles," he says proudly and you nod. 

"They're pretty."

"Thank you!" he grins at you, his hands still covering your ears. The tightness in your chest seems to dissipate slowly before his kind smile- the shadows never stood a chance in front of the sun. 

"What's your name?" 

"Felix. And you?"

"Yn." 

"We should be friends," he beams and you grin back, agreeing wholeheartedly. "We should." 

15 november 2021 

You are sitting on the grass of that very same playground, Felix still by your side. The night breeze is cooling as it brushes against your bodies, and you're wearing his red sweater. It smells like his cologne and your perfume- an intoxicating scent you've come to memorize by heart. 

His nose tip is rosy from the cold, and you can't resist tapping it playfully. "Your nose is pink," you giggle, and he smiles, gently bopping yours in return. 

"So is yours."

You look at him as he gazes up at the stars above. You love Felix, it has always been crystal clear to you. From the moment he planted the seed of his friendship into your soul, and throughout the years when it bloomed into something more, bigger than the two of you. It wrapped around your being entirely, binding itself into your every atom, until all you saw is his reflection in you. 

And you were tired of treading the line between friendship and something more. You wanted, no craved being with him, your yearning so intense it spilled from you each time he was around. In rosy cheeks and shaky fingers and eyes that soften only when they rest on him- evidence of your love imprinted all upon you. 

You take in a deep breath, before laying your hand gently on his cheek, turning his face to meet yours. His eyes widen slightly at the soft touch, and you lean in closer to him. You brush your nose against his, slowly, "to warm it up," you whisper, as his breath hitches in his throat. 

He's close, he's so close, you can almost taste the brownies you shared earlier on his lips. You can see his freckles ever so clearly, constellations you often find yourself getting lost in. Your hand is still on his cheek, and you can feel it burning up under your palm. 

You close your eyes, as his lips are now just a breath away from yours. It's electrifying- having him so near to the way you've always dreamed, fantasized about. But he needs to be the one to take the jump, all he has to do is lean in a bit, and you'd kiss him. You won't ever let go. 

"Lixie...," you choke out, "kiss me." 

"I want to." His voice is hoarse with emotion, as if fighting with himself for self-restraint. 

"So do it," you ask, swiping your thumb gently across his cheek. Your breaths mingle with one another in a dizzying dance. 

"I'm leaving," he says so faintly, you believe for a second that you've imagined it. 

"What?" you ask, leaning a bit away to be able to look at him. 

"I'm leaving," he repeats, his eyes tightly shut. "We're moving to another country, for my dad's job." 

"You're leaving me?" you ask, bewildered. 

"I'm not leaving you-"

"But you are. You won't be here anymore." You drop your hand, taking hurried steps away from him. Touching him didn't feel electrifying anymore, it felt horrible and nauseous, because you won't get to do it again. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to-" 

"How long have you known?" 

"Yn..."

"Felix," you say, tone stern. "How long?" 

"Six months," he whispers and a bitter chuckle escapes your lips.

"When are you leaving?"

"In a week." 

The pain becomes unbearable, and you turn your back to him so he wouldn't see your rapidly falling tears. You are angry, as a disguise for the sadness threatening to drown you. Him leaving tasted like the salty water you gulp when you dive in too quickly into the ocean. And you did dive in, in him, in his soul and everything that made up Felix. And now he was leaving you, with no anchor to help you float again.

"Is that why you insisted on spending so much time with me lately? Because you were leaving?" 

"You need to understand I didn't know how to tell you, I- I don't even know who I am without you." He pleads, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, reminding you of tiny diamonds. That's how it is with Felix, you found beauty in everything he did- even tearing your heart in half. 

"Maybe you should've thought of how I would feel. You were thinking of leaving me while I..." Your voice breaks and you take a shaky breath.  "While I was falling in love with you." 

"I'm in love with you too," he quickly says, reaching out to hold your hand. "I love you, I always have." He's wrapping his arms around you, and you're letting him because it feels safe and secure. Because he’s still your Felix, even if he's leaving you behind. 

You wonder what you must have done in a past life, what a horrible person you could've been for the universe to treat you this cruelly. To hand you everything you've ever wanted in a silver platter, and snatch it from your hands before you could dare to grab it. 

"We'll make it work," he mumbles into your hair, placing a tender kiss on your temple. "We'll talk and we can be together."

"No, we can't. I'll just hold you back from living your new life, I can't have that." 

"Don't talk like that, please," his voice wavers, words barely managing to slip out of his mouth. Regret overtakes your body so suddenly at the thought of his lips- you shouldn't have tried to kiss him. Maybe then he wouldn't have told you he was leaving. 

"It's the truth. we'll grow to hate each other, distance will put a strain on us. I'd rather not talk to you than have you resent me." 

"But-"

"Just hold me," you cut him off. "As if nothing's happening, please." 

And he complies because Felix always does. Because he loves you and as much as he doesn't want to, he knows you're right. 

•••••

It's been three months since Felix left- the days passed by agonizingly slowly, and yet the months went by in a blur, a hauntingly vivid reminder of what once was. At first, the texts between you two were frequent, but as time wore on, the messages grew sporadic, from your end, mostly. Seeing him flourish in his new life felt like salt on an open wound, a reminder that he was moving on while you were still anchored in memories of him. 

You saw him in every corner of your city. The smell of brownies that he's made countless times, each time you felt sad. The way he kissed your cheek each time he won a game, while you were lying on his bed, bored. The way he hugged you whenever you were sick, gently tucking strands of your hair behind your ear. The way he covered your ears instinctively at each loud noise, knowing how scared it made you still. 

And you've felt each of these emotions since he was gone. You were sad and bored and sick and happy and scared. And he wasn't here with you through them. Each moment away from Felix seemed to magnify what could have been- what should have been between the two of you.

There is a building construction next to you, loud cement blocks crashing to the ground. And you are curled around yourself in a protective ball, covering your ears with your hands, because Felix isn't here to do it anymore for you. 

You and Felix have grown with one another, your soul carefully woven into his, like two threads intricately stitched into the same tapestry. Him leaving felt like half of your body was cut off from you, and you were left alone to figure out how to function with an incomplete heart. 

17 july 2023 

Summer break meant coming back home and sleeping in your childhood bedroom once again. Memories of Felix still lingered in there- posters he has given you and his red sweater that you've never found the courage to throw away. It doesn't hurt as much to remember him, the sharp pain morphed into a dull ache you've grown accustomed to by now. 

You're watching the TV mindlessly when someone knocks on your door, and you go to open it without a second thought, expecting it to be your parents. It wasn't.

"Felix?" you stammer, stumbling back in shock. You blink repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to make sure he's not a figment of your twisted imagination. You haven't uttered his name in so long, and the syllables felt both foreign and familiar in your mouth. 

"It's me," he smiles sheepishly, his hand scratching the back of his neck. 

"You are here," you whisper, stating the obvious. He didn't change much, his kind brown eyes and freckles still as captivating as before. But his features were sharper, prettier, and the sight of him is making you dizzy once again. 

"I am." 

"What are you doing here?" You ask cautiously, opening the door a bit wider to let him in. 

"I requested a transfer to your university. I wanted to come back. I missed home, and I missed you," he adds softly, making a turmoil of emotions surge within you. 

You clear your throat. "So, you are back for good?" 

"I am," he says, smiling slightly at you as if to gauge your reaction. You stay silent and his grin falters; his tongue resting against the inside of his cheek, a habit he hasn't let go of apparently. He then walks to the kitchen and you follow suit. You don't have to show him around, he knows your home like the back of his hand. He spent most of his childhood here after all, even though his house was only a few blocks away. 

"How have you been?" he asks as he opens the cupboard to take out a glass. He closes its door softly, careful not to make it thud. 

"I'm good. It's summer break so I'm finally back home, what about you?"

"I'm good too. It's nice to be back." 

Your conversation is strained and awkward, so unnatural of you both. There was so much to say, so much to ask about, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. He felt like uncharted territory to you now, one you didn't have the strength to discover once again.

"It's your mom's birthday tomorrow, right?" he smiles and you nod. 

"Should we make her our cookies? Like we used to before I..." 

"Before you left," you finish, bitterness dripping from your tone.

Hurt flashes in his eyes and you feel your heart suddenly clench in your chest. It was unfair for you to treat him this way. He was only seventeen and if your parents were to move away you would've followed them too. 

"Okay, let's do it." You smile sincerely for the first time since he came back to you. 

You both move seamlessly in the kitchen, each knowing your tasks like a choreographed dance. This was a tradition that started when you were twelve years old. You'd brown the butter while he beat the egg and sugar together. He'd sift the flour while you cut up chocolate. He'd mix it all while you preheat the oven. And then you'd roll the dough together. 

Your hands brush against one another as you shape up the cookies, and it feels so intense you almost drop to the floor. You miss him, you miss him so much and he's near you and you can't seem to think straight anymore. 

When the cookies are finally in the oven, he silently washes the dishes while you dry them. He abruptly pauses, hands still covered in soap before turning back to you. 

"Can we talk? Please?" he says too quickly as if he's been overthinking asking this question. 

"I'm busy today," you scramble to think of an excuse, you weren't ready to face him yet. 

"Tomorrow?"

"I'm staying with my mom, then there is Han’s party."

"I'll be there too. We can talk then, please?" he asks, eagerness evident in his voice. 

"Fine. Let's talk there," you concede and he nods, awkwardly shifting in his place. He finishes the dishes before drying his hands. You avoid his gaze and he sighs softly. "I'll get going. Tell your mom happy birthday from me." 

"Will do." You smile tightly and he does the same, before finally leaving your home, and in his trail, a maelstrom of emotions you weren't certain how to deal with.

18 july 2023 

You're at the reunion party Han is hosting with all your high school friends. You watch as Felix takes turns talking to everybody. He fits right in here, a puzzle perfectly clicking in place as if he's never left. He's telling a joke to Chan who laughs loudly, hitting Minho's arm repeatedly. Everyone is happy he's back, because they never had to gravel with the consequences of his absence. Because he's never ripped their heart out. 

Felix is looking for you around the room- he hasn't seen you in a while. He assumes you're somewhere around the house, and that you'd like to talk when time has passed. The knot in his stomach tightens as the weight of your conversation dawns on him, he longs to be with you, to undo the past two years he has spent away from you. But he's afraid to mess everything up, once again, so he stays near his friends who are now pulling him outside of the house.

"We have a surprise for you," Han says excitedly before pointing at the sky, "look." 

Fireworks, a dazzling show of blue, red and yellow. And Felix feels as if the colors were drained out of his face and splattered into the night sky before him.

"Where is yn?" he turns to Chan, eyes wide.

"Inside, I think. Why?"

"Stop- stop this, don't start any more fireworks," he urges the boy who's looking at him worriedly. 

"Why, what's wrong? We have a warrant to start them, don't worry."

"No, no you don't understand. Yn hates loud noises," he explains frantically, before bolting inside the house. 

He's yelling your name, and you are nowhere to be found, the sound of the fireworks so loud he isn't even sure you can hear him. 

He opens door after door, and after painstakingly long seconds he finally finds you in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, your head buried in your knees. Just like you were twelve years ago. 

Felix doesn't waste any time, kneeling in front of you to cover your ears with his hands, you look up at him, waterline brimming with unshed tears. 

"It's okay, I'm here. Just focus on my voice," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you clasp your hands on top of his, doing your best to muffle the sound of the explosions. 

"Your hands are still small," you attempt to joke, as hot tears trail down your cheeks. You hated how scared you still were. 

"The perfect size to cover your ears," he smiles at you, his eyes softening when they take in your distressed state. 

You hiccup, overcome by a new wave of emotion- for an entirely different reason this time. "You came." 

"I'll always come. Even if the world was ending, I'll... I'll come to you," he smiles, biting his lower lip to stop his own tears from falling. 

"It'd be useless if you came then. There would be nothing for us to do," you manage to say through shaky breaths. 

"But I'd be with you," he insists, gaze unwavering, "It will be scary for you. I imagine it will be loud, the world can't end silently." 

"Mine did, when you left." Felix's eyes go wide at your words, and you don't care that you are baring your soul entirely to him. "Please don't leave me again. I hate goodbyes with you." 

"Why would we ever say goodbye again, hm?" he reassures, his knuckles brushing against your cheek softly. "I'm never leaving you, as long as you'll have me, I'm here," he whispers, before pulling you into his chest.

Your hands find his back, and his cheek rests on top of your head. And you both close your eyes, an exhale of relief leaving you both at the same time. The world grows dark around the two of you, the only thing you saw was his heart and the overflowing love he still bore for you.

You felt as if you were wandering blind and you could finally see again, as if the string tying you to him wrapped tightly around the both of you, trapping you in his warm embrace.

You don't know what will happen next, but he's holding you now, and he'll hold you when the world is ending, and that is enough.

ten things lee know says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, squint of angst

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one. ah, i forgot to tell you, there's a new barbecue place that opened recently. i saw it while i was walking with hannie, and i heard they have really good meat. we should go there soon, maybe have it over a few drinks. i'll buy you meat, let's go eat it together.

two. yongbok tells me i should tell you 'i love you' more. i think he's right. i'm sorry if i don't say it enough. i'm just—new to this. but i really do love you, more than you know.

three. i never feel like i'm wasting my time when i'm with you. even if we're just sitting beside each other in silence, even if we're just drinking tea, even if we do nothing for hours. every moment i spend with you feels so fulfilling. it would be hell with anyone else.

four. soonie, doongie, dori need a mom, hm? they already love you anyway. sometimes i think doongie loves you more than he loves me. i think it's because he's most like me. ahh, do you think they'll love our kids in the future too? do you think they'll get jealous they won't be our only kids? (sigh) i can't wait to marry you.

five. when i'm having a really hard day, i feel healed just by having you with me. how do you do that? how do you make my day better just by talking to me for a minute? i think... wait, i know life is less of a hassle because i'm living in it with you.

six. i've never been the type to wish for time to stop, but there is something about being with you that makes me consider it. when i look at you laughing, unaware that you look so beautiful, i understand for a moment.

seven. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. please don’t leave me. i’m sorry. i hate seeing you cry. i hate that it’s because of me. i’m sorry. please stay with me.

eight. i always find myself describing you when someone asks me what love is.

nine. you promised to eat well, didn't you? did we promise? i guess it wasn't a promise, but i asked you to do so. are you eating well lately?

ten. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and for as long as i’m alive, you will always be loved.

Chan's POV:

Hi, pretty. Come here. On my lap. There you go. Comfy? Good.

Do something for me, will you?

Hold your skirt up. Yeah, just like that. Slide your panties to the side, just a bit. Just enough so that I can slide my cock in.

Hmm? What are we gonna do? Well, today, babygirl, you are gonna ride me.

That's right. Why? Nervous? Don't be. I'll help you. Daddy always helps you, doesn't he?

Go ahead. Take out my cock. That's right. Hard for you. Leaking too. I'd make you lick it but I'm too impatient today.

Sink that pretty cunt onto Daddy's dick, baby. Yeah, just like that. Just like that. Fuck, you're so tight.

Bounce. Bounce like a bunny. Go on. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock.

Fucking sinful slut. Don't hold onto Daddy's shoulder. I want you to pull your top and bra up and hold it like that until you cum. Daddy will hold you. Promise. You won't fall.

Yeah, that's it. Fuck, look at your tits bounce. That's it. That's fucking it. Good girl. Good, fucking bouncing titties, fucking tight cunt, yes yes yes fuck

🏷️ unprotected sex, biting, crying, overstim

"tell me," felix growls, "am i cute now?"

he punctuates every word with a snap of his hips. the strength behind his thrusts drives you up the bed and you have to plant your hands against the headboard to keep yourself in place.

"n-no," you sob at a particular harsh stroke. felix has been at it for the better part of an hour now. your cunt clenches around him, swollen and sensitive from the overstimulation.

"told you so, kitten." he bites your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "but you wouldn't listen."

everyone always talks about how cute he is. there's felix, with his big smile and his pretty freckles. isn't he such a sweet boy?

felix doesn't care what others think about him. all he cares about is you. and you've always seen him as the kind best friend he is. but today it's finally time to show you his other side.

it had been a drunken dare. one that began in a fit of giggles and ended with you begging for more while he fucks you into the mattress.

o, how the tables have turned.

"can't believe i've gone all those years without hearing you make these pretty sounds, kitten." felix leans back on his heels and looks down at the white ring of cum you've left around his cock.

"speak up, baby. can't hear you if you're moaning like that. aww, is my cute little kitten too cockdumb to form words? how cute you are, letting me fuck your pretty pussy. you'll never underestimate me again.

"you like it when i talk to you like this? you don't have to answer me, kitten. your cunt says enough. you're clenching around me like crazy. feels so good when you're dripping for me.

"can't wait to fuck you full of my cum. you'd love that, don't you? didn't know you were such a filthy little thing. gonna make you cum again and then i'll fill you up like you're begging me to. can you cum one more time for me, baby?"

your body feels tense like a coil ready to snap. tears fall from your eyes when you force them shut. "i'll be good, wanna cum, lixie, make me—"

you cry when he pinches your clit between his fingers. your cunt squeezes around his cock and felix groans when he reaches his own high, painting your walls with white.

"you're gonna keep it in there for me, kitten. walk around with my cum inside your pussy all day. save it as a reminder of what i did to you. then you can come back for more."

hi hi! can i request a skz version of their reaction to throat fucking? i am obsessed with your seventeen one.

chan: yanks you around by your hair, calling you names you only ever hear behind closed doors. his accent would get thicker too and his face would get all scrunched like it does whenever he gets passionate about something

minho: happens whenever he’s in need of a power trip. he gets bossy (even more than usual) and gets off on the way you whine and whimper around his cock. watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth always gets him so fucking close but he tries to hold back to make it last longer

changbin: throat fucking is what you’d expect a big guy like changbin to do every time he asks you to blow him but in reality he’d a big softie who worries about going too hard on you. so most times he lets you take control. whenever you do convince him to fuck your face though, he gets so noisy, moaning your name over and over until he’s cumming all over your face.

hyunjin: he has to be really frustrated to get to this point. he doesn’t even have to be mad at you specifically to take it out on your throat, not that you ever mind, of course. you’re happy to help hyunjin relieve his stress in any way you can.

jisung: he’s usually all talk but when it comes to facefucking he actually does follow through on everything he says he’s going to do to you. you know you’re in for a long night when he starts running his mouth with his dick in yours.

felix: does it out of desperation. he wouldn’t even realize he was going so hard until he opens his eyes and sees your mascara running down your face. he’d be filled with guilt but cum almost immediately upon seeing how ruined you look

seungmin: on nights where you’ve been teasing him a little too much, seungmin punishes you by fucking your throat and leaving you needy. no amount of begging will get him to waver but if you’re good enough he’ll make it up to you the next morning.

jeongin: using your throat like a toy is only fun to him because he knows you both like it. he knows you touch yourself when he’s fucking into your mouth, knows how wet his taunting makes you… it’s a win-win in both of your minds

Somebody else

Hyunjin x reader. Exes to lovers. Miscommunication. Hints of past toxic relationships. Flawed characters and happy ending :)

Inspired from Somebody Else by The 1975, highly recommend listening to it while reading!

You and Hyunjin have broken up, guilt and blame simmering between you both. He doesn't care anymore, or so he thought. Then why does it hurt him to see you with someone else?

skz song series masterlist.

Strobing lights, vibrant streaks of blue and red ricocheting off your skin. Bodies pressed to yours, trying to fray themselves a passage to dance in. Someone bumps onto your shoulder but you don't care enough to even glance at them. Your eyes are fixated on Hyunjin.

You broke up two weeks ago, you don't even remember why. Petty arguments and even pettier reactions from both of you, your egos holding you back from saying what you truly feel. 

You hated arguments, especially with him. Because they reminded you of how much you cared for him, immensely so, how you regarded him as a part of your soul, one you couldn't part with. The mere thought of his departure left you feeling like a seashell washed ashore- hollow and condemned to echo the sounds of the ocean it was forcibly separated from. 

So, in the heat of the moment, you let anger pull you in her fiery hold- she's all encompassing, wrapping around you like a steel shield, making you less vulnerable in Hyunjin’s hands. But she also clouds your senses, and you find yourself uttering stupid nonsense, such as ‘Maybe we should break up’.

You’ve never thought about it, let alone wanted to end things with him. You wanted to take those words back as soon as you said them, to rewind the seconds and erase them from both of your memories. But then Hyunjin agreed, so easily, as if he was eagerly awaiting the bait you just threw at him. 'You know what? Maybe we should' and he left, slamming the door of your apartment. 

You stayed up all night, waiting for him to come back. He knew you didn't mean it, right? Surely, he understood that it was your feeble attempt to guard your wounded heart. It's been stomped on carelessly, thrown around enough that he must know you were just afraid.

But you haven’t seen him since.

And now you're both here, at the party that Changbin organized. He's your mutual friend and he insisted that you'd come as well. "Binnie, I don't want to."

"You both are just idiots who'll get back together. You’re coming," he silenced you, and you sulked in your place. But his words ignited something in you- a childish hope, that maybe he was right and Hyunjin still cared about you.

But all of it was shattered as you set foot inside Changbin’s house. It was easy to find Hyunjin, sitting in the middle of a couch, legs slightly spread apart. He was wearing a white shirt, its top buttons undone. You watched as he easily captured the attention of everyone around him, as they hung into his every word, admiring him. That's the thing with Hyunjin, it's easy to admire him, to crave being near him, because he's enchanting, and his laugh makes you want to make him happy ten times fold.  

You scoff bitterly, as someone places their hand on his arm and he doesn't move them away. He leans onto their touch and a surge of bile rises in your throat. Perhaps this is what you fought about- anger that cowardly hid behind it your insecurity at dating someone so sought after. It was foolish after all, to believe that the sun would get attached to a mere speck of light.

"You're here alone?" a voice interrupts your train of thought, and you turn around to find Chan. You smile at the familiar face, a welcome respite from the dull ache settling in your heart, making itself a home within your veins. 

"Our friends are all over the place," you explain, and he nods in understanding. "Changbin made me come but I don't know where he is," he whines, leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him over the pulsating music. 

"So, we're all here because of Bin?" you giggle and Chan's laugh fills the air, his dimples proudly on display. There was this comforting aura surrounding him, which made it much easier to breathe in his presence. And you needed to feel safe somewhere at this party, where all you saw were glimpses of Hyunjin and the hurt he inflicted on you. 

"Do you want to dance?" you ask, and Chan's grin widens in response, so you grab his forearm leading him to the makeshift dance floor.

Hyunjin silently watches as you and Chan dance with one another. He can’t see you properly, hidden by the swarms of bodies pressed together. But he gets glimpses of you each time someone moves a bit away. You appear to him like a mirage- something he once had and yet so unattainable right now.

I don’t want your body, but I hate to think about you with somebody else

Hyunjin is fine with the fact that you left him, that’s what he tells himself as he downs his drink. He’s used to people leaving after some time when he’s no longer enough. He did think that maybe things with you would be different, that for once, someone would stay. That you would shatter this idea ingrained in his mind- that he’s easily disposable, as someone told him a long time ago.

But you wished to leave him too, and for the first time in his life, Hyunjin wanted to beg someone to stay. He thought of pulling you in for a dizzying kiss, so you’d second-guess your decision, so he’d show you that he’s still good at something. But he swallowed this pathetic want and he left.

He walked slowly, thinking that maybe you’d follow him. You’d shout his name and then he’d turn back and run towards you. He’d throw his pride over his shoulder and he’d apologize.

But you didn’t.

So, he’s okay with it, or at least that’s what he thought. He doesn’t want you anymore. So why does it hurt to watch you with Chan?

Our love has gone cold you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

An ugly thought rears itself into his brain. You’ve liked Chan long before you broke up with Hyunjin. Maybe the time you've spent with Chan, working on your musical project made your heart gravitate towards him, and you were simply awaiting the right moment to end things with Hyunjin. That’s why you’re smiling so effortlessly at Chan. That’s why he’s spinning you around, and holding your arm to move you away from a drunk couple.

Hyunjin lost you before he realized he lost you. Maybe when he laid next to you in bed you were thinking of Chan. Maybe it was his touch you longed for whenever Hyunjin hugged you. You wouldn’t be the first to do this to him. 

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone and then leaving with somebody else

You’re laughing hard, and your hand is on Chan’s shoulder as he steadies you. But then you look up and your eyes lock with Hyunjin’s. He can only watch as the happiness slowly drains from your face, as you whisper something into Chan’s ear who then leads you outside. 

Hyunjin's heart sinks in his chest- he couldn't recognize you anymore, the affection once present in your eyes diluted to a mere semblance of indifference. And you still looked so beautiful to him, despite it all. He felt as if you were stabbing him with a rusty knife, and yet all he focused on was how soft your hands looked holding the bloody blade. 

Hyunjin gets up to pour himself another drink, shrugging away the hand of the person who was sitting next to him. He doesn’t want you anymore, he doesn't care that you're probably kissing Chan right now. But he secretly hopes that if he drinks enough, the faces all around him will blur until all he sees again is you.

No don’t want your body but I’m picturing your body with somebody else

"Are you okay?" Chan asks, his voice soft and concerned as you draw in a deep, shuddering breath. It feels as if there was no room in your heart anymore for oxygen, the ache for Hyunjin taking it all up.

"Is it bad that I miss him so much?" you ask, your voice sounding frail to your ears. 

"He misses you too. You know that, right?"

"He left, so easily. I don't think he does after all," you smile sadly. It hurt to utter those words out loud, because it made them feel much more real, intensifying the raw pain within you. 

"I’ve never seen him look so sad before," Chan points out and you know he's just trying to help, but it just further tears you apart. You don't want false hope, you don't want to build yourself a world where Hyunjin still wants you, only for it to be shattered afterward. 

"Can we talk about something else?" you plead and he nods, before sharing with you the ropes of his latest project. He's working on a ballad for once, and you listen attentively, allowing yourself to be absorbed in the intricacies he describes. It provides you a temporary solace, which then makes a frightening thought dawn on you. 

Is this how it will be from now on? Seeking distractions from the people surrounding you, in the hopes it will quest the thirst of the ache threatening to drown you? 

Oh, come on baby, this ain't the last time that I’ll see your face

"Yn!" Hyunjin calls out, breathless, watching you abruptly stop in your tracks. It's foolish and pathetic, but he couldn't resist following you when you bid goodbye to Chan. He was sick of the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his head. He wanted to hear them from you. It'd make accepting them easier.

"Leave me alone," you shout back, walking even faster and away from him.

"Fine, leave again. That's all you fucking do anyways," he yells angrily, frustration seeping into his words. It makes you pause once again, and you suck in a deep breath before marching back to him. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Chan? Out of all people?" he scoffs, ignoring your question. That's the only thing he kept thinking of. You and Chan, laughing, talking, dancing, the way you used to with him.

And come on baby, you said you found someone to take my place

"Fuck you Hyunjin," you spit out, turning around but he stops you, a hand wrapped around your forearm. Despite the anger cursing through him, his hold on you is still gentle. You can free yourself from him, easily.

"So, it's true, then? You replaced me with him?" Fresh pain swims in his eyes, and he makes no attempt to conceal it anymore. He was tired of pretending he was okay with you leaving.

"What is it to you, huh? You left me," you shout back, jabbing your finger forcefully into his chest. 

"I left? You're the one who said that it'd be better if we broke up!"

"It's not like you disagreed, huh? You probably felt so relieved that I handed you this outing, didn't you Hyunjin?" 

"Don't twist this on me," he says firmly, gripping your finger to halt your repetitive jabs. "Am I that easy to forget? Did I matter this little to you?" He questions, voice cracking with his every word. 

"Let me go," you plead, tears brimming in your waterline. 

"Answer me. That's the least you could do for me. I need to hear it from you." Hyunjin has never been this unguarded with you, searching your eyes with an intensity that shakes you to the core. He's asking and yet it feels as if he's just expecting you to say yes, to reiterate the idea drilled into his mind, to prove everybody right once again. 

"I didn't forget about you, is this what you want to hear?" you whisper, voice laced with excruciating exhaustion. "You're all I thought about for the last two weeks. I heard your voice in my mind more than my own. I even kept your opened drink in my fridge just in case you might come back for it." 

"You're killing me, yn," he shuts his eyes closed forcefully, as if your words physically pained him. "Didn't you tell me that we should break up?" 

"You don't understand," you shake your head, a bitter chuckle leaving you. "Everyone loves you Hyunjin. Everyone would fight to be with you. You must know it, and it's dangerous when someone knows they can easily replace you. I have no one to protect me so I tried to protect myself. I didn't think I’ll survive if you left me too."

"Everyone loves me?" he repeats, as a newfound emotion shines in his eyes. "Are you in this everyone too? Do you love me, yn?" his voice wavers, as the weight of his question hangs in the air. 

You feel as if the world around you stills, holding its breath for your response. You know that any possible future with Hyunjin rests upon the words you'll choose to speak. You already know the answer, even though you decided to not tell him. Out of all the emotions you've ever experienced, love still scares you the most. And you're afraid of what your confession will entail, of tipping the balance towards a crueler reality- one where Hyunjin doesn't return your feelings. 

"Please let me go," you beg, as a singular tear trails out of your eyes. 

"Look at me," he urges, desperation lacing his words. But you shake your head, unable to meet his gaze, afraid that he will peel all your defenses with it. "Baby, look at me," he calls softly, as he gently wipes away your tears. The nickname sounds so familiar coming from his lips, and it further crumbles your shaky resolve.

"Don't call me that if you're leaving, please," you beg and he smiles softly at you, hooking a finger under your shin.

"Can't you see I'm too in love with you to go again?" he whispers, the tenderness in his voice washing over you, casting a flicker of hope into your heart. 

"I'm scared too," he speaks again, placing your hand on top of his widely beating heart. "I'm scared and so tired, yn. Of feeling disposable to everyone around me. When you... When you told me it'd be best if we broke up, it felt worse than anyone leaving me before. Because it was you. And I really wanted you to stay." 

"I didn't mean it, I never thought of it even, I promise you. I'm so sorry." The words tumble from your lips in a rush, an earnest attempt to keep the hope alive, to prevent it from withering down. "Please stay. I love you, I truly do," you plead, no longer caring how vulnerable you sound in that instant. You curl your hand around his, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing them gently. And you feel as if the universe exhales in relief, resuming its usual course. 

"I never wanted to leave either. And when I saw you with Chan I thought I lost you for good," his voice is softer now, as if embarrassed of his own admission. "It hurt, more than I imagined it would." 

You press your forehead against his, closing your eyes to relish in the feeling of being so close to him once again. 

"Really?" you tease gently, a glimmer of a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "You looked perfectly fine to me."

"What do you even know,” he mutters quietly, before pressing his soft lips onto yours.

Pairing : bully!Yandere!Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader TW : yandere ; very dark themes ; emotional abuse ; manipulation ; physical fighting ; verbal fighting ; HEAVILY TRIGGERING ; domestic abuse ; physical abuse ; Word Count : 3.6k

Your relationship with Hyunjin was tumultuous, there was no other way to describe it, and there was no way to explain why it’s the way it is either. There was nothing particularly wrong, but there was absolutely nothing right about it either. The two of you being together was the perfect storm, a natural disaster that left nothing but pain and destruction in its wake. 

Standing in the bathroom you stared at yourself in the mirror, bruises littered your shoulders and your arms where Hyunjins fingers had grabbed you just a little too tight. Scratches and deep cuts lined your skin from when he’d get so mad objects would be thrown around the house, glass shattering on the floor and ricocheting back up against your legs. Handprint shaped blotches of red would sting at your cheeks, serving as a stark reminder to what you went through just to be with him. 

Why were you still with him? It was a solid question, but one that you never actually thought to ask yourself, or at least, you didn’t want to think too hard about the answer. Right now though, you were with him because he loved you. Of course he loved you, there was no one else in the world that would ever love you as much as he did, there was no one else in the universe that would follow you around wherever you went and be willing to fight with you over such mundane things like bumping into a man by accident in the grocery store. He only fought with you because he absolutely cherished you, because he was trying to do anything to keep you with him. 

How could he possibly love you when he was laying his hands on you so often, with such frequency that it almost seemed like he was enjoying it at this point? There were men out there that would be willing to love you in ways much better than he did, in ways that you didn’t even know existed. Your body would be worshiped, your every word would be listened to, your every move and every breath, everything about you… You would be doted upon like a queen in her castle. But to receive that kind of love after this… When the love that Hyunjin gave you was the only kind of love that you knew… It would be like emotional whiplash, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

At some point you had grown accustomed to the love that Hyunjin would thrust upon you, and sometimes you’d await it, knowing that when he was finished with his assault you’d be loved in a way that had tears stinging in your eyes and your jaw slacked as he would take you to highs that were unreachable by any kind of drug. Hyunjin was an amazing lover, he just loved differently… There wasn’t anything wrong with that. 

“You had to sneak out again, didn’t you?” Your friend asked when she noticed your eyes drifting to the window more than once, a look of fear flashing across your face when you saw anyone that even remotely looked like Hyunjin. “Why won’t you just leave him? You look like you got your ass beat, Y/N… It’s not good…” The sleeves that you had rolled up due to the summer heat were now slid back down your arms to cover the fresh bruises that darkened your skin in various places. 

“I’m… I’m fine… I just bumped into the wall, that’s all.” Another excuse to defend him, it’s what you always did. Your friends knew better though, they could see the shape of every splotch that littered your body, they perfectly matched the shape of a hand and fingers that gripped onto you too tightly. “Really… I’m fine.” You tried to reassure her, but she looked so disappointed in you that you could only bow your head, unable to even look her in the eye anymore. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore…” You mumbled, and you knew that she wouldn’t push it. There was no point, not when you had made it quite clear from the getgo that you weren’t going to leave him. 

A lot of people would call it stockholm syndrome, the way you excused everything he did, the way you genuinely loved him no matter how much pain he caused you. You had so many opportunities to get away from him, to tell someone about what he did, but you never said anything, and you always went right back to him. You personally didn’t think of it that way… you weren’t making excuses for him, you were fine, you didn’t want to leave him. Your relationship with him was just… different, and people didn’t seem to understand that. 

“Baby…” His voice cooed from behind you, and you couldn’t help but jump, whipping around to face him with wide eyes and a sheepish smile, your body already trembling when you saw the look in his eyes. The bell above the door hadn’t rang out, or maybe you just hadn’t heard it… But your friend didn’t react to his sudden appearance either, not until he was right there behind you, his hands firmly gripping onto your shoulders as you sat in your seat. “You didn’t tell me that you were going out today…” He sang out the words, sounding as sweet as possible, and to everyone else in the little cafe, he probably was a sweet guy. They didn’t feel the pain of his fingers pressing deeper and deeper into the dip of your shoulders, his nails breaking the skin beneath your shirt. 

“I invited her out, I came and I picked her up.” Your friend spoke up quickly, her eyes narrowed at your boyfriend. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was about to jump across the table and attack him, and maybe she wanted to, well, not even maybe, you knew she wanted to… But she wouldn’t, not here. “I just wanted to talk to her about work and stuff and how hard it’s been for me, she’s my best friend.” Oh, ever your protector, your friend thinking she was taking the fall for you being out today, but her excuses wouldn’t make him waiver. He already knew what he was going to do, and he was dead set on doing it. 

“Hmm…” Hyunjin hummed from behind you, his chin falling against the top of your head as his thumbs began to knead roughly into your back, right against your shoulder blade. “Well, it looks like the coffee is all gone now… I’ll be taking her home with me.” His hands slipped down your shoulders until he got to your elbow, quickly yanking you up off the chair and pulling you toward the exit. 

“Y/N!” Your friend called to you, and while you knew it would only get you into more trouble, you couldn’t help it, stopping in the middle of the cafe and turning to look at her as Hyunjin continued to try to yank against your arm. “Call me… Okay? Please…” She said, just loud enough for you to hear her, but you knew it was loud enough for Hyunjin to hear too, and he gave one last yank, pulling you with such force that you crashed against his side. 

“Defiance isn’t a good quality to have, baby.” Hyunjin said to you as if you were a baby, but it wasn’t for you that he spoke like that, it was to protect his image in a way. Speaking so softly would somehow make everyone who walks by overlook you, make them completely ignore the way his hand was wrapped so tightly around your arm that his thumb was almost touching his other fingers. 

You were being dragged toward his car, well, not actually dragged, you were willingly walking next to him, but anyone that knew the way he was, they’d naturally assume you were being taken against your will. “I wasn’t being defiant, I was going out for coffee with a friend.” You stated the truth simply, but the fact that you talked back in general seemed to irritate him. 

He quickly opened the passenger door, practically shoving you into the vehicle before slamming the door behind you. You were in for it when you got home, that much you were aware of. The way he stormed around to the drivers side and climbed in, the entire car seemed to be permeated by the anger he was exuding. “Always making me seem like the bad guy…” He mumbled as he shoved his key into the ignition. “I saw the way she looked at you… At me… She’s worried about you…” He continued to talk to himself as he pulled out of the parking spot, the rambling only further proving that your pessimistic train of thought was heading in the right direction. “She wouldn’t have to worry if you didn’t tell her so much. You shouldn’t be hanging out with her anyway, especially when I’m not around. You disobeyed me, you broke my rules… and I’m the villain.” He scoffed loudly, glancing over to you with the most sinister look in his eyes. “Ain’t that funny? You’re the one who makes me this way… but I’m the one who gets shit for it.” 

Your body was already tense, like a wrestler about to go into the ring, but you didn't have someone off to the side to give you a pep talk, you didn’t have anyone in your corner. It was you and Hyunjin, Hyunjin and you, no one else to stop what was coming. “Nobody would know what’s going on if you didn’t leave so many marks…” You mumbled, pulling your sleeves down even more to cover your hands as you curled up in the seat. 

Speaking back was always testy for you, he either loved it or hated it, it just depended on his mood. You probably should have known better considering you had snuck out of the house today and he was already pissed off, but you hated it when he tried to make himself the victim of what he did to you. “What was that?” He whispered, his knuckles a ghostly pale around the steering wheel. You didn’t say anything though, continuing to stare out the window, but you knew that when the car slowly came to a halt that he had his opening, even if only for the short amount of time that the light was red. 

The whipping of his head in your direction was enough to have a small gust of wind coming towards you. Defiance, disobeying him, talking back to him, these were all things that would land you in the washroom holding cold rags and ice packs over the bruises that he created while bandaging up the cuts and scrapes due to his ill controlled temper. Would he wait to get into the house to begin or would he start in the car, you weren’t sure. 

“Everything that I do for you, everything that I buy for you…” His head shook slowly, his breaths ragged although you weren’t sure whether it was because he was about to cry or because he was so pissed off. “It’s never enough for you, nothing is ever enough for you… But I love you enough to keep trying…” 

You rolled your eyes, the reflection of it perfectly mirrored back to him through the window. “Oh please, Hyunjin. We’re in the car, there’s no need for your narcissistic self pity act.” You muttered, already aware that you were in for it when you got home, so why not go big while you were still going strong? Before you could even turn your head to look at him, a firm grip was held in your hair, yanking your head back to forcefully turn you in his direction. 

“You’re pushing it.” He hissed, those three words alone holding a heavy threat, and while you never knew what he was fully capable of, you’d like to think that deep down in him somewhere there was some sort of love for you that would keep him from actually killing you, although he’s dropped the threat a few times before during bigger arguments. He forcefully pushed your head back against the window, not enough to actually hurt you, but the banging of your head against it had left you with a throbbing ache in the area. “Your friend is more trouble than she’s worth. Making you think you can talk back to me like this… Act like this. I don’t know who you think you are, but it’s gonna end real quick.” 

It felt like it took forever to get to the house, or maybe he had just somehow caught every single red light on the way home, but you were sort of thankful for the little bit of time that you had to prepare yourself before he pulled into the driveway. You knew that once you walked through that front door, you would be in a world of hell. 

Before he even put the car into park, you were undoing your seatbelt and rushing into the house, believing that maybe, just maybe if you got into the bedroom and locked the door behind you he wouldn’t come after you. It was wishful thinking, foolish thinking as well, but it didn’t stop you from doing it. It also gave you a little bit more time to mentally and emotionally prepare yourself for what was to come. Hyunjn was beyond pissed off now, and there was no turning back. You just needed to buy yourself a little more time before you faced it head on. 

The sound of the front door being slammed shut had you falling back onto the bed, curling up into yourself as heavy booted footsteps carried him closer to the bedroom. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off at the door, neither did you, but it was strange for him not to. Your heart was hammering in your ears, the heavy beating of it almost enough to completely block out the sound of his fist pounding against the bedroom door. 

“Open the damn door, Y/N!” He shouted, his voice sounding more like the villain in a horror movie than that of your boyfriend that, for some reason, you still loved and adored. “You’re making this harder on yourself… Why are you so. fucking.  stupid!” His words were accented with a pounding of his fist, punctuated by the loud banging of the door, the wood sounding like it was cracking now under his fists. 

“Just… Just go away, Hyunjin!” You called out, although your voice sounded far weaker in comparison to his. “I don’t want to fight with you… I just want to be alone right now.” He never listened, you weren’t sure why you thought that today of all days he’d listen to you now… But the silence that followed filled you with a bit of hope, that maybe he was as sick of the fighting as you were. Again, wishful thinking on your part, and a bit of forgetfulness. The sound of a key being turned in the doorknob, and you were far too slow in processing what exactly was going on, unable to get up and lock the door before it was being pushed open. 

“Why don’t you listen?” He asked, standing in the doorframe, the key still in the slot as he stared at you on the bed. “You do this shit on purpose so you can run to anyone who will listen and cry about what you cause.” He was narrating as he walked closer to you, and there was only so much bed for you to crawl back on to separate yourself from him. “You won’t even look at me when I’m talking to you…” He climbed on the bed in front of you, practically trapping you against the headboard. “Why are you so disrespectful?” Your refusal to answer only fueled his anger, nothing you did or said was good enough for him, it never would be, not when he was like this. 

A quick stinging slap had tears pricking your eyes, but your attention was fully on him again as his hands moved down to grip your wrists, the circulation being cut off had your fingertips going numb. “Why… Why don’t you love me?” You whimpered, sniffling softly as you stared up at him. “Why do you keep hurting me…?” The question had his head tilting, like a confused puppy that didn’t understand the words of its owner, but you knew that you didn’t own him… He owned you, that much was made obvious on a daily basis. 

Strangely enough though, his hands loosened their grip on you, the feeling of blood rushing back to your fingers sent a painful cold through the extremities. “Love you…? You think… I don’t… Love you?” He questioned, backing up off the bed, and you truly thought that your words had stopped him before things had gotten any worse. Maybe he’d leave you alone in the bedroom as he thought about what he was doing, about what he had done… Maybe he’d finally stop. 

“I just… I want to be with you… I want to stay with you… I love you so much, Hyunjin…” You whispered, your eyes following him as he walked around the room. Was he thinking about your words? Was he thinking at all? You wished that you knew what was going through his mind. Just as you were about to get up off the bed, wanting to go over to him, wrap your arms around him from behind and just hold him, soften him up, a picture of the two of you off the dresser was thrown across the room. The glass from the frame shattered and ricocheted off the wall, sprinkling the bed in tiny shards that reflected the sun shining in through the window. 

“Then why do you do this to me?!” He screamed, his hands twitching towards another photo. “Why do you go against me? Why do you go behind my back? Why do you sneak out of this house that I got for you, for us?!” His hand, with lightning speed, grabbed the photo and beamed it towards you. You were already curled up into yourself, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees and your head ducked down to try to protect yourself as much as possible, but the edge of the frame stabbed into your legs, the force behind the throw causing it to almost imbed itself into your skin as the glass cracked on impact. 

You yelped in pain, sobbing against your knees. “I’m… Not… D-Doing anything!” You tried to shout, but you were so broken, like a porcelain doll left in an abandoned home, slowly rotting away, time itself destroying you… Except it wasn’t time that was breaking you down, it was Hyunjin and the time that you were with him. You were fragile, far too fragile to stay with someone like him, but you loved him, and in moments like this, you couldn’t understand why. “I… I love you… Hyunjin…” 

“Then fucking act like you do!” He walked back over to the bed, grabbing your arms that were still cocooning your legs against yourself, dragging you across the glass shard covered mattress until you were on the floor. “I love you, I respect you! All I ask is for the same thing in return!” It was crazy, the way he thought that this was love and respect… That hurting you was a form of showing love. You would never return the favor though, because you would never think of hurting him, you could never bring yourself to fight back. You truly loved him, far too much to even try to protect yourself. 

“Hyunjin…” You whispered his name, finally lifting your head from your arms and looking up at him and then glancing down at your arm, noticing the blood that was slowly making its way down to your hands. Your legs stung with the fragments of glass that had stabbed their way through your pants and into your legs when he had dragged you across the bed. “Can I… Get a bandaid… Or something… I’m bleeding kind of bad right now…” You said softly, and that’s when his eyes softened, it was the only time he seemed to lighten up, when he saw the physical damage that he caused first hand. 

“Baby…” He cooed, his touch light now as he lifted you up off the floor, quickly rolling up your sleeve and letting out an audible gasp when he saw the deep gash that the corner of the picture frame had left on your arm. “Look what you made me do… Are you happy?” He tsked his tongue, tears clinging to his eyelashes that he quickly blinked away as he sniffled softly. “I hate hurting you, baby… I really do… I just want you to stay with me forever… I don’t want you to hurt me…” 

You nodded your head slowly before letting yourself crash against him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist as you finally let yourself cry. “I’m sorry… I won’t do it again… I love you, Hyunnie…” You whimpered against his shirt, feeling his lips press against the top of your head. He was so soft, so sweet… You could never leave him. He wasn’t awful, he wasn’t mean… He was just scared, scared that you’d leave him, that you’d hurt him… You would never though. You loved him too much, you were his entirely, you could only hope that one day he’d truly realize that. 

You storming into Jisung's game room while he has Chan, Hyunjin and Seungmin over with your dark blue lace lingerie, saying

"You, cock inside me, right now. Chop chop."

Of course you were addressing Jisung but Hyunjin's like "Fuck, who is she referring to-"

"Me, you fucking idiot. Okay, game night over. You heard her. Me, my cock, inside her cunt. Chop chop."

Jisung doesn't even bother to remind them to lock up the house.

Might be because they didn't even leave ^_^

Ame-chan's date game - tease pic from Nyalra

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can you please do bangchan with a huge cock 😭 please don't get the idea get out of my head

HEAR ME OUT i think he's like... *whispers* girthy and 7 inches tops

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okay as much as i know he's going to enjoy teasing you with it, and even use his impressive length to his advantage to play with your feelings, loud and proud — he's going to be condescending.

"oh, i don't think you want it hard enough, baby," chris pouts, sliding the hard length of his cock between your wet, glistening folds. his eyes would gaze over to your pulsating hole, so tiny that it makes the hair on his arms rise up merely from the idea of tearing you open.

after all of your begging, chris still wouldn't be satisfied. he beats you down, degrade you, make you really want it before he can build you back up. "do you really deserve a cock like mine, hm?" he watches the way the corners of your mouth curve down, your eyes beginning to water. "millions of other fucking girls would line up for this dick, probably more experienced than you. is your tiny, virgin pussy any better, huh?"

that was your last straw. with a loud, almost embarrassing whimper, you take his cock in your hand, barely having the ability to wrap around it due to his thickness, and shoved the tip inside you.

"o-oh, fuck!" you wince. you were already feeling dizzy with just the tip of his leaking dick inside of you, your eyes rolling back with your mouth agape.

"princess, oh my god," chris growls, hands flying to grip your waist to ground himself. "so fucking tight i feel like i'm gonna b-break – mmnnggg – tear your sweet cunt."

you weren't thinking straight, not at all. not after chris was pushing more of his length inch by inch, and you can physically feel yourself getting stretched to accommodate his massive cock. with each push, you let out a desperate whine to invite more of him in.

chris chuckles at your state, pulling completely out before he shoves his dick back in. your entire body jolts up, salivating as he does that specific action again, and again, and again, until you were a crying, quivering mess.

"that's it, sweetheart. take my big fucking cock," chris whimpers as his corruption kink overruns his mind, "my little girl is a cockslut for big dicks, yea? you like my cock ruining this virgin cunt?" chris finally starts pumping faster, taking your squeals and high-pitched moans as adrenaline. you were still taking only half of his cock inside of you, yet the mere fact that the other half is still yet to feel your soft, gushy walls was making him drool like an animal.

"y-your tight pussy's making me so crazy, baby. are you gonna let me, baby? you gonna let me fuck you every time i want?"

chris takes your furious nods as an answer, and he gives you a menacing smirk. "of course you will. you're already mine, angel. your pussy's already claimed," his mind clouds, starting to babble through his moans of pleasure, "gonna – nngg ohhh – gonna train you to take all of me. you're gonna be such a good girl filled with cock... my big cock."

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i wanna ride chan so bad while calling him daddy that i cry every time of pure frustration 😞😞

in which you ride chris' dick

╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ tags/warnings: daddy kink, spanking ╰┈➤ word count: 408

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chris loves seeing you work for his cock so desperately, bouncing on his cock like a good, obedient bunny. he would hide his smirk through a bitten lower lip as he watches your face contorting in pleasure, cock throbbing from the way you whimper as you attempt to fuck yourself faster down on him.

with his warm hands gripping your hips firmly, he guides your bounces up and down so that you wouldn't lose the pattern. "c'mon, keep up with me, baby."

"nggh~" you whimper, your arms snaking around his neck, closing your eyes as you ignore the slight ache in your knees.

"s'good, yea? you like bouncing on daddy's dick?"

fuck, you're a sucker whenever he calls himself that in third person. it triggers you to tangle your hands all over his soft curls, tugging on them which makes him groan.

"mhm, yes daddy—oohh," in a second, your mouth hangs open to release a loud, guttural moan as his cock finally hits your sweet spot. "mm, right there yeah?" chris chuckles, forcing you down harder on his dick, "fuck, angel. clenching so hard your pussy's begging me to fuck you so roughly you'll see stars."

mouth practically salivating, you nod, "yes! yes, daddy please fuck me."

"yeah?" he teases, tilting his head to the side to push your buttons.

"please! i-i... need you to do it, daddy."

if only you knew the reaction chris would have with that sentence.

instantly, chris snakes his big arms around your waist, hands clasping on each of his forearms to lock you in place as he starts fucking you from below. he's reckless; he doesn't go slow for his hips deliciously snaps up against your ass, feeling his entire length sheath deep inside you.

you hear nothing but you and your boyfriend's moans colliding, the pornographic clap of your hips against his, and squelching noises from his hard dick inside your wet pussy. you let your entire body fall against his chest, losing all control, as your cheeks press against the crook of his neck. chris laughs sadistically at the sight of your submission, spanking your ass cheek hard.

"look at my angel, all tired from trying to ride daddy?" chris, with one hand, pats your head gently — a total contradiction from the way he's fucking your pussy so roughly. "s'okay, baby. did a good job for me. now let daddy take care of you, hm? let me take control."

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♡ husband chan ♡ [nsfw]

• if you think the spoiled you rotten before, think again. This man will buy you everything that reminds him of you - cute little hairclip that would suit the dress he bought you last week? Have his money. A silly little toy kitty that has this cute angy expression, same as when you're trying to get playfully angry at him? Buying that. Beautiful bracelet that would go really well with the skirt he fucked you in last night? Yup, take his damn cash.

• every morning would be a battle for the both of you. He's hugging you like a koala and you're also snuggling into him like you don't have a job to go to, so it's a struggle to see who would be the more mature person that day and say, "okay, time to go to work". Most of the time it's you though, with him being a big baby saying "you don't love me anymore" but he shuts up the moment you give him the best wake-up blowjob in the shower. (He would insist to not let you swallow his load especially if he hasn't had his fix of pineapple juice but you know he loves it too much whenever he sees you stick out your tongue like a little puppy to show him that you swallowed his seed, so yum yum swallow up)

• would insist to drive you to work everyday. 100%. "I can drive, Channie-" "I know but I wanna drive you there and let people see that your husband is alive and well, and is actively ogling at your ass while you walk in that cute little work skirt- ow! Okay, okay baby, you can drive- ouch baby!" And the both of you would laugh. (He'd drive you, btw. And pick you up. And would wait outside of the car just to see you blush)

• anyway this is getting out of hand but just wanna say that he's the type of man that would be fixated on the shape of your cunt. He just loves loves your pussy so bad. Like he would look at a juicy fucking half peach and DROOL because it reminds him of your perfect little cunt. He was never really verbal about it before marriage but being able to call you his wifey now makes the man go feral. His love for you and your body heightens. You're his. And it's also a reason why he has this custom-made necklace that has a flower-shaped metal with patterns that he swears looks exactly like your pretty pussy. (You don't really see it but he fucks you in public everytime you agree with him on it, so by now you proudly wear the necklace everyday. For your husband, you'd do anything. Including letting him hold onto the necklace side by side with your pussy as you listen to him praise how pretty your cunt is and how although the necklace is supposed to be a replica of your cunt, it'll never do it justice ♡)

I can’t help but picture Seungmin letting you take what you need from him while he works :(( like you’re so needy in tears bc you need to feel him fill you up so bad so he ends up letting you have his cock but you have to do all the work and he humiliates you 😵‍💫

seungminnie fits this concept so bad it's crazy...

he's just typing away on his computer , while your getting yourself off on his thigh , like you aren't even there.

when you get all teary eyed and whiny , he just scoffs , not even looking from his computer. "i told you slut , i'd fuck you dumb when i was done , but you wanted to be a whore , now you gotta do it yourself." he said.

"minnie please." sick of whining , he pulls his cock out , telling you to sit on it. "go a head slut , fuck yourself on my cock." he went back to work , while you bounced desperately on his cock.

still not satisfied with you , he sighs disipointly. "so fucking dumb , can't even use my cock right." tears running down your face. "p-please help." you sobbed.

"no im not helping you." he said. "so dumb , can't even do the one thing i thought you were good at." he said. "stupid slut." he's calling you all kinds of names , and it's turning you on even more , your cunt was soaking his cock.

"if you don't do it yourself , you won't cum at all."

Pairing : Yandere!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : yandere themes ; verbal abuse ; manipulation ; small amount of physical abuse ; self harm ; attempted suicide ; blood Word Count : 2.7k Request : @slayhyunjin - can you do a yandere one for jeongin where hes like abusive and always comparing you and you try to leave or something but then he like apologizes

It was a natural reaction at this point, your body tensing up as you heard the lock click on the front door, the keys dangling as he walked through, his shoes carelessly kicked off before walking over to you. You dreaded the moment he walked through the front door, and it was strange considering not too long ago you used to wait for him to come home like a puppy waiting for their owner. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the fact that he was your owner. There was nothing that you could do without him breathing down your neck, making sure that you always abided by what he said and what he wanted. Truth be told, you were scared of him, that smile that he always wore when he was working or out with the other guys, you hadn’t seen it in months. He wasn’t the Jeongin that had won you over with his charming grin and his sweet talk, his soft touches and gentle kisses… He was just Jeongin… 

“Dinner isn’t done yet?” He asked as he stood on the other side of the oven, his eyes glancing at the little clock on the microwave. You knew it wasn’t actually a question though, he was judging you once again, and as often as you went through it, no amount of time would pass that would allow you to get used to the harshness of his words when he got annoyed with you. “You know when I come home, you know what I like, and you still fail to have it done. Does your head not work? Are you stupid?” 

His finger prodded roughly against your temple, and you knew better than to move away from it because it would only get worse if you did, so you stood steady, holding your breath to keep from getting choked up. “I’m sorry… The oven wouldn’t light… I had to call the landlord so he could fix it and-” A sharp smack landed across your face before rough fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“He?!” He shouted, his voice cracking from the force behind the simple word. “You brought another man into my house while I was at work?!” You tried to shake your head but his grip only got tighter, long fingers digging painfully into your jaw, you could have sworn it would crack. “If you have a problem you call me! If you need help you call me! What don’t you understand about that?!” He dropped his hand and you rolled your jaw, the movement only worsening the ache that you felt in the bone. 

“You would have yelled at me if I called…” You mumbled, turning back to the stove and stirring the vegetables that were in the pot. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were working… I didn’t think it would be such a problem. Dinner should be done soon…” You tried to calm him down, but you knew that it was no use, he was already angry. He always seemed to be mad whenever he was around you, like your existence in general irritated him to no end. It made no sense why he stayed with you, why he refused to let you leave. 

“She would have still had dinner done before I got home.” He commented, yanking back the chair at the dining room table and dropping down into it. You could feel his eyes on you, as if he enjoyed watching your reaction whenever he brought her up. You tried to not let it bother you, but the constant mention of his ex, the way he compared everything that you did to her, there was no way to ease the sting that it caused whenever she was mentioned. 

“I’m sorry I’m not her.” Was all you could say as you grabbed the bowl from the cabinet, your lips tightly pursed to keep from sobbing. “Would you like a drink?” You whispered, placing his dinner in front of him and standing off to the side, waiting to serve him. You were nothing more than a servant to him, bending to his every need, giving him everything that he wanted whenever he wanted it, never asking for anything in return. Just being with him was reward enough, at least that’s what he always said, as if he were the greatest thing to ever happen to the world. 

“Obviously. You make everything so fucking salty. Get me a coke or something to wash this shit down.” There was always something to complain about. No matter what you did, you did it wrong. Nothing you did was right, and there was only so much you could take. You were emotionally broken, and every single interaction with him had you feeling like you were walking on pins and needles, just waiting for the moment when something you said pissed him off and he lashed out. 

You nodded, quickly going to the fridge and grabbing a can, not even attempting to open it, knowing that if even a drop splashed out of the can he would go off on you again. “I’m gonna go get the room ready for bed now…” You mumbled, your head still hanging low as you took a step back from the table, awaiting his okay for you to go. Usually he’d tell you to leave, remarking that he couldn’t stomach his dinner when he had to look at you, but now his head whipped up, his eyes narrowed at you. 

“What kind of girlfriend doesn’t eat dinner with her boyfriend?” He snapped, kicking out the chair across from him and motioning towards it with his hand. “Why are you running off, huh? Are you talking to someone else? Let me see your phone.” His hand was held out, palm up and for a moment you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know where this was coming from, but your lack of movement had him reaching into your pocket himself and yanking your phone out. “A password?” He screeched, holding up your phone so you would see it. “What are you hiding from me? Unlock it, now!” 

You quickly typed in the code, backing up another step until you were against the counter. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous about him going through your phone, it’s not like you did anything on it or used it to talk to anyone but him, but the way his expression changed as he scrolled through the device had your heart racing. 

“What’s this incoming call? What’s this number?” He held the phone up once again and you stared at the number, trying to figure out what it was, and the more you tried to think the more irritated he got. “Are you fucking cheating on me?! That’s why you got a password, right? Trying to hide things from me? She would have never done something like this!” 

Your phone was thrown onto the floor, the glass screen shattering on impact and you had finally gotten to your breaking point, broken sobs had your body shaking. “Then why are you with me?” You muttered through shaky breaths, your hands rubbing the tears from your cheeks until your skin felt raw. “Why did you leave her if she’s so good? Why are you with me if you think I’m shit?” 

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair as he smugly shoved away the bowl that you had put in front of him, the soup splashing over the sides and spilling onto the table. “I wish I knew the answer, but I’ve been regretting that choice since I got with you.” The smirk on his face, the snideness of his voice, it’s not that you weren’t used to it, you just never were able to be strong enough to not let it hurt you. Everything he did, everything he said, if his words were weapons you’d be covered in scars from how much he hurt you with them. 

“I’m sorry I’m here…” You mumbled, bowing your head before going to the bedroom. It’s not like you were any safer in there, he had taken off the locks just so that you had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide when he got too angry. This was the first time he didn’t follow you into the bedroom just to berate you more, and maybe he was just building up more ammo, thinking of more things to say just to break you down a little bit more. 

At one point you loved him, at one point you even loved yourself, but now it was like that feeling no longer existed in the world that you lived in. You hated him, and you found in yourself everything that he saw when he looked at you. You knew he wouldn’t let you leave, and that was the worst part. You were stuck here, stuck in this house to be tormented and tortured by him whenever he liked. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

You would never be her, you would never be loved by him, and sometimes you wondered if he only got with you to try to fill the void in his life that she left when they had broken up. He didn’t actually love you, and maybe he had tried, but he realized that you just weren’t her and you never would be. All you had become was a punching bag for him to take out his frustrations on. 

Starting up the water in the bathtub, you plugged the drain, watching with tears in your eyes as the water filled. Should you add bubbles, at least make the last few moments slightly relaxing? You chuckled humorlessly to yourself as you shook your head at your own suggestion. What a foolish thing to think about right now. You really were stupid, he was right. You grabbed the razor off the counter before climbing into the tub, the pajama pants that you were wearing pulling you down as they became drenched with the water. 

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, staring deeply at the razor that reflected the light that hung above the mirror. So many mornings you stood in front of it, staring at your reflection, trying to find something about yourself that maybe he’d love, that you could love to give yourself some sort of reason to keep going. All you could find were dried tear streaks and welted handprints. There was nothing to love there, nothing to love here. “I’m sorry I’m here…” You repeated, your hand shaking as you brought it down to your wrist. 

“Y/N…?” His voice called from outside the bathroom door, and when it opened, everything happened in a second. He rushed over to you, grabbing the wrist of your hand that held the blade, pushing it away from your other arm. “What the fuck are you doing?! What are you thinking?!” He shouted, his voice trembling as he stared at you with wide, panic filled eyes. 

You struggled to push against his grasp, but you were weak, you were tired, you were just done. “Just… Let me… God… please just let me…” You shouted through your tears, water splashing over the sides of the bathtub as he tried to pull you out. 

“No!” He shouted back, pinning your arm against the tile wall, his own tears falling as his head shook. “Why are you… Why are you doing this?! You’re trying to leave me! You can’t!” His hand shook your arm, trying to get you to drop the razor, but your grip around it only tightened, causing the blade to cut deep into your palm, a warm trail of blood trickling down your arm. “Fuck!” He screamed, using both hands now to try to pry your fingers open. “Stop! Please stop!” 

You finally relented, although not willingly, you were just tired of the fight. The blade dropped into the bathtub as you released it, and he took the opportunity to quickly pull you out, your body falling on top of his as you both fell onto the floor. “I’m… gonna be stuck here… forever… Why? Why can’t I leave? I’m shit! I’m nothing! I’m not her! Why… Why am I here? I don’t get it!” You were crying hysterically, blood still dripping from your hand and pooling on the floor beside you. 

“I…” Jeongin started, and for once, he didn’t know what to say. For once, for the first time since you could remember, he wasn’t belittling you, he wasn’t yelling at you. He was crying. He was scared. “You’re… You’re not shit… I… I’m sorry… I’m… I’m shit…” He stammered out the words, his hands shaking as he reached out for your face and you instinctively flinched away from him, causing him to gasp softly as his hands dropped down to his lap. “Oh god… What did I do… What do I do? Let me… let me help…” He looked down at your hand, his body trembling with silent sobs. 

“Why?” You whispered, hugging yourself tightly as you backed up against the wall, your knees pulled against your chest. “So you can yell at me… So you can hit me again? So you can tell me how stupid I am? So you can tell me that she’s never done something like this before? I’m sure she didn’t… Because you loved her… Because you wanted to be with her…” You sniffled loudly, looking back at the tub, the blade at the bottom of it catching the light still. His eyes followed yours and he quickly got into your line of sight. 

“I’m awful… And I’m sorry… I’m sorry I made you feel like… like you had to do this… like this was the only way…” He whispered, his lips trembling as he spoke. “I broke you… And I know that saying sorry isn’t going to fix it… It’s not going to fix you. You’re not stupid… and… and I don’t know why I’m like this. I don’t know why… I just… I want to keep you with me so bad… I’m scared you’re going to leave me… And… And that makes no fucking sense but… I don’t want to lose you… I don’t. I… I love you, and I don’t say it often enough… I don’t say it at all, but I do. You’re beautiful and… and you deserve so much better but… I don’t want anyone else to give you that. I want to be better… for you… You deserve the best of me, and… and I’ll give you that… I swear I will… Please… Don’t do this to me…” He fell forward, his forehead resting against your knees. It was the first contact you’ve had with him that didn’t hurt. It was shocking, it almost felt unnatural… Awkward even. “I’ve never been so scared… Don’t leave me… Please don’t leave me. I need you…” His head slowly lifted, his cheeks red, blotchy and tear coated, and as you stared at him, he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, the action causing you to gasp and pull back as your eyes widened. “What…?” 

“You… You never kiss me…” You stammed, eyes wavering before dropping your head back down. “I don’t… I don’t want you to do that again… I don’t want to feel like… Like things will be okay… And then they’re not. Please… Don’t… Don’t touch me… Don’t…” 

You quickly pushed yourself up off the floor, running into the bedroom and pulling out the first aid kit from under the bed as he watched you, still sitting in the middle of the bathroom. It was his turn to cry, his turn to feel unwanted and useless. It was his turn to feel like shit, to feel like everything in the world was falling apart around him. He felt hopeless, he felt lost. There was nothing he could do but watch… You wanted nothing to do with him. Now it was his turn to be on pins and needles, but it was deserved, and seeing you in the bathtub had been a wake up call for him, and those pins and those needles would keep him awake, eyes wide enough to appreciate the woman in his life that he loved and adored, that he took for granted, that he hurt… The woman that he almost lost for good. 

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Vulnerability/ Open heart part 2

We need to remember that Hajime’s brain was not the only thing Hope’s peak played with. They also been manipulating with his body, giving him inhumane strength and immunity, imagine how much scientists were experimenting on him. We can only wonder how many scars he has with the one on his forehead. One time Junko mentioned project’s full name - “Izuru Kamukura 1.0” . Huh, wonder what’s that was about.

Ooh, can I please request yandere bang chan?

Smut+ fluff+ angst

Reader has been looking sad for awhile and chan wants to know how to make them happy again.

Hi! Sounds good! Hope you like it! 🫰🏼

(Sorry it’s kinda long I got carried away 😅)

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Cheer up, Baby Girl 🥀❣️🔪☁️

Yandere!Chan x Reader

Warnings: 18+ , smut , daddy kink , unprotected sex , depression, mention of self harm

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Living with Chan was unpredictable. Some days he’d be scary and mean but he could also be the sweetest boyfriend ever. After awhile you wouldn’t resist him as much. He had tested you a few times and you passed, definitely formed some Stockholm Syndrome. You were isolated and getting depressed.

Today was particularly bad. You got up and put on the clothes your boyfriend laid out for you(which was his hoodie and some jeans), went to the bathroom to freshen up and made your way to the living room. You sat on the couch, knees up to your chest. You were holding them there as you looked at your phone on the coffee table. He was tempting you again but you were too out of it to care.

Chan noticed you sitting yourself down. He was making breakfast. Some eggs mixed with spinach and ham. A dish he knew you liked. One your mom would make for you growing up.

“G’ morning, baby girl.” He said with a cheery tone.

You didn’t even look up at him. “Morning daddy…”

Immediately Chan stopped what he was doing and went over to you, crouching down to your level. He gently held your chin and tilted his head slightly. “Hey what’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer. Simply looking down. Normally Chan didn’t like you not answering him right away but he could tell something was off. He stood back up and grabbed onto your hand. “Come on baby, let’s have some breakfast. I made your favorite!”

“I’m not hungry….”

Your boyfriend was surprised. What was wrong? Did he do something?? He was worried. You’ve been down this past week. Barely speaking, minimally eating. The other day Chan even caught you cutting yourself. He was so scared for your safety that he hid every sharp object in the house. It was getting bad and now you just looked empty. Devoid of emotion. He was worried. Very worried. He loved his baby. Sure he was strict but he didn’t want her like this.

“Baby?? Hey!” Chan started pulling at your arm, indicating that he wants you to get up and you do. “Why are you sad? Did I do something? I’m sorry!” He said this almost frantically, squeezing your hand.

You shook your head.

He then had an idea. “Hey, why don’t we go out! We can go for a picnic at the park? Or maybe go shopping? Wouldnt that be nice?”

You perked up a bit. It’s been awhile since you’ve gone out. “Really?”

“Yes of course! Let me get your shoes and bag.”

….

At the mall Chan let you shop around for whatever you wanted. You were sure to keep your head down, making sure to not accidentally look at any boys. You wanted to keep him in this good mood. He bought you an expensive necklace with his initials, some makeup you wanted, and some clothes for the winter.

Although, while you were enjoying yourself, Chan was looking at everyone that came by you. Giving a dirty look to any man that even dare look in your direction. He held you possessively by the waist.

At the end, you were eating ice cream, making your way to the car. In the parking lot you noticed someone you haven’t seen since high school. An old friend of yours. You looked at him walk by, maybe staring a little too long before Chan interrupted your thoughts.

“HEY!”

You tensed up and looked at him quickly. “Sorry! Sorry daddy!”

He frowned and shoved you into the car. Now you were worried. Have you messed up? Tears started rolling down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. But Chan noticed. He put his hand on your thigh and gently rubbed. He just wanted to make you happy today.

Once home he took your hand and led you inside. His jealousy got the best of him and he wanted to show you how much he loved you. Taking you to the bedroom, he laid you down in front of him. Slowly lowering your jeans

“Let me take care of you. Please let me love you.” He said, spreading your legs and lightly rubbing your panties.

You moaned to his touch. It wasn’t often that he was soft in bed. He usually liked being rough and dominating. He started kissing up your thighs, squeezing lightly, making his way to your center. He gently took your panties off, watching as your wetness stuck to it. He rubbed your clit with his fingers, moving his way up to your lips, relishing in your soft moans. He kissed you softly.

“Do you like when daddy touches you here”

‘Mmm…” it was all you could say. Your vision getting blurry and breathing starting to hitch. With his other hand, he went under your hoodie and groped your breast, pinching a little at your nipple. This made your eyes roll back.

Chan could feel how wet you were down there and started undoing his belt. You whined at the loss of his touch. He smiled and took off his pants, shirt, and boxers, slowly rubbing his cock against you causing you to whine even more.

“Daddy…”

But before you could say whatever was next, Chan was quick to shush you when he entered you. You breathed heavily, his size always taking you by surprise. He didn’t even wait before thrusting lightly. At first, almost shallow, as if he’s trying to warm you up, but eventually he sped up. He his arms resting on both sides of you head, rubbing your cheeks and kissing you softly as if he wasn’t pounding into you.

Soon you were coming with a loud moan. Chris loved it. Loving it so much that he came right after. He pulled out and held you and you snuggled into his embrace. He was surprised. You don’t do that often. But then you said it and his heart melted.

“I love you daddy… thank you for today” you said with a small smile, kissing his cheek and snuggling your head into his neck.

He loved to hear that. He loved that you were happy. He wanted you to be more happy. Maybe he should do this more often.

“I love you too baby girl.”

Yandere!Bang Chan: s/o gets hurt

(Request)

Yandere!Bang Chan x gn! Reader

(gender neutral)

Warnings: yandere behavior , cursing , light blood , daddy

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Chan is very protective and usually that prevented you from doing a lot. To him, you were his baby and you didn’t know any better; he treated you almost like a child.

It was one of those rare days that he took you out. It was getting close to Christmas and you wanted to go see lights, ice skate, or anything really. You knew he wasn’t going to let you visit your family or friends so for days you begged him to take you out and he finally gave in. He decided to take you ice skating.

…

As you were driving to the ice rink Chan had a little talk with you.

“So baby… you know the rules yeah?”

“No talking to other boys. No looking at other boys. And never leave daddy’s side.” You recited this as you have many times before.

“Good.” Your boyfriend said with a satisfied look. To him, this was for your own good.

…

After making it to the ice rink Chan was getting the skates while you waited on a bench. You were looking down, playing with your thumbs when you heard another male voice next to you. There was a guy putting on his skates and talking to his friend who was standing up. You looked for a moment and eavesdropped on their conversation, something to do with a girl at work they both liked. Next thing you know, you feel yourself getting yanked up by the arm, and Chan pulling you close.

“Are you already not listening?” He said with a raised brow. “Do we need to go home?”

You shake your head and mutter a small ‘sorry’

He nodded his head and sat you down to help with your skates. Well… more like just completely put them on for you. Chan loved doing everything for you. He wanted you to be completely dependent on him; sometimes you didn’t mind but sometimes it was too much, like when he wants to dress you or when he would feed you. He never gave you a choice and you’d be punished for resisting him.

Eventually you made your way to the ice and Chan helped you get on. You hadn’t been ice skating in so long that you were slipping but Chan always caught you. For the most part you were enjoying yourself. At some point your boyfriend noticed a guy staring at you for a little too long, he was laughing at how you could barely hold yourself up and Chan went over to tell them off, leaving you alone.

You were listening to your boyfriend tell this man off; he was throwing out threats, causing the man to back down. Meanwhile, you were getting tired of standing there awkwardly and wanted to go to the rail on the side to rest. Slowly you tried maneuvering yourself, holding your arms out for balance. As you were getting closer you suddenly slipped, hitting your lip on the rail and shrieked at a sharp pain in your foot.

Your boyfriend heard your scream and hurried over to you, almost slipping himself in the process. You were sitting there covering your bleeding lip and sobbing.

“Y/n!!” He knelt down to your level and took your hand to look at your lip. “Baby, what happened??”

“I-I fell- hit my lip… I-I” you continued sobbing, wiping your tears. “M-my foot-“

Chan looked down at your limp foot before gently pushing you to the end of the rink, once on the ground he tried helping you up but you winced at the feeling.

“Baby why were you trying to move on your own?!. You always get hurt without me!” Chan said, moving you to a bench. But he was also feeling really guilty. “I should’ve never left you alone!”

Tears continued rolling down your cheeks as you tasted the blood from your lip. Your boyfriend carefully removed your skates and examined your foot. Even with your sock over it he could tell how swollen your ankle was and that it may even be broken. He went to return the skates and picked you up bridal style.

“Baby… we got to go to the hospital.” He said with a frown as he carried you to the car, placing you in the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry daddy…” you said, wiping your tears away.

Chan got in the car and started driving. “No it’s my fault. See what happens when you leave daddy’s side? I’ll never leave you alone ever again.”

…

At the hospital Chan had you examined by a doctor. It’s been a while since you’ve been at a hospital and if the doctor was a little more thorough he would’ve seen more concerning things. Like how your turtleneck sweater covered your neck with obvious signs of choking or your thighs that were covered in bruising from harsh slaps. This doesn’t even count the bruising on your wrists and arms from constantly being yanked around.

It turned out that you had broken your ankle and you eventually got it casted. You were devastated. You barely could go anywhere freely, now you could barely move around in your own home. You’re at your boyfriend’s mercy. Chan, on the other hand, was a little excited. Now you would have to depend on him and that’s all he ever wanted.

…

When you got home Chan took you to the bedroom and sat you comfortably, elevating your foot like the nurse told you to.

“I’ll make you some soup, yeah?”

“Thank you daddy….” You said quietly, looking down at your hands.

“Hey, I’m gonna make it all better okay.” He then left the room to get your soup. You reached and grabbed your phone to quickly text your mom about what happened. You figured she may want to visit and help out. But before you pressed send Chan came back in and quickly grabbed your phone.

“What are you doing?!” He said frantically as he was looking through your message.

“I-I wanted to tell my mom… maybe she can help you—”

“No!” He cut you off and threw your phone on the floor then kicked it under the bed, no doubt damaging it. He then took you by the wrists and squeezed. “I’m taking care of you! Your my baby and only I can take care of you!”

“Daddy you’re hurting me…” you winced, tears starting to form again.

“Baby… Im gonna make it all better. Now let me get your soup” he gave you a kiss on the forehead and walked out.

You were still a little shooken up and didn’t know what to do at this point. Chan came in holding a tray with the cup of soup and glass of water along with a napkin that had a small pill.

“Daddy? What’s this?” You asked confused, looking at the pill.

“The nurse gave it to me. It’s to help with your pain.” He said in a matter of fact way. Of course, that was a lie. He’s had these drugs for a while and now he had an excuse to use them, making you seem sick, to make you even more dependent.

“I don’t remember that…?”

“It was on the way out.” Chan quickly replied, lifting the spoon up to your mouth. “Open up baby, I already blew on it.”

You still thought it was odd but didn’t question it and now you were faced with a spoon in your face.

“I can feed myself, it’s okay.” You say, trying to grab at the spoon.

“No, I’m feeding you.” He said sternly. “Now eat or else you’re not eating at all.”

You sighed and reluctantly ate the small cup of soup that he spoon fed to you. After you finished he gave you the pill and water. You didn’t really have a choice as he forced you to take it.

Chan went back to the kitchen to clean up as you sat there waiting. You started feeling a bit sleepy and you thought it was because of your long day but before you could think of any other reason, your boyfriend came back in.

“Since it’s getting kind of late, maybe we can relax and watch a movie.” He said with a smile.

At this point your sleepiness has turned to dizziness and blurred vision. You rocked lightly, trying to get your eyes to focus on your boyfriend.

“Daddy…” you said in a low mumble. Your brain was barely able to make a coherent sentence. “Daddy I don’t feel… I feel…”

“Are you feeling sleepy?” Chan said with the tilt of his head. If your vision wasn’t so fuzzy you could’ve seen his devious smile.

“I think I…” you said trying to lift yourself up more, feeling your muscles give out.

Your boyfriend sat next to you and held your cheek. “I think my baby is sleepy.”

You could barely focus on him. “Daddy…” your voice trailed off as Chan laid you down.

“Goodnight baby.. cant wait to take good care of you…”

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To the person who requested it, I hope you liked it. Sorry it’s kinda long. I just wanted to be thorough.

Thanks for the idea and keep the requests coming. I’ll get to them all eventually ☺️

Merry Christmas 🎄❤️

“Greta said, you know no one actually walks their Barbie down the steps to get into the car. You just take them from one thing and just plop them into the next thing.”

明日、私は誰かのカノジョ2

dark girly looks + cheap options/customizing & worldwide inclusive. part one: colors and makeup.

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you must be seeing the landmine girls in SNS with all those accessories, ribbons and whatever and thinking "what will i do to look like them?" if so, you came to the right place!! <3

i will separate this post in topics because tumblr is awful and didn't let me use more than 10 images per post, pien!! ૮ ⑅ ˊ ᵔ ˋ ⑅ ა

ᅠᅠ୨୧ . . . colors:

• the "main combo" of colors in dark girly kei is pink and black, as the name says, dark girly is dark and feminine/cutesy, but i've saw a lot of outfits with red + black combo, or even purple + black combo.

the ribbons, shirt, skirt, bag and shoes are from DearMyLove.

ᅠᅠ୨୧ . . . makeup:

• dark girly kei makeup has a lot of influence from landmine girls, instead of the other way around.

it's caracterized of: big eyes with contact lenses, eyeshadow to look like crying/red eyebags, subtle eyeliner, pink/red blush and pink/red lipstick.

• you can use doll makeup tutorials;

• you can use igari makeup and xiaohongshu makeup as an inspiration to the eyes and blush and adapt it with the colors.

(next post: tops and bottoms.)