pairing. jung jaehyun x fem!reader
content. arrange marriage au, husband!jaehyun, slight angst, fluff & smut
author's note. yes, i am coming back with another attempt of pulling another marriage trope.
link: chained
Your mother's smile is just as bright as the lights from the chandelier. She was elated, no, more than that.
You roam your eyes around, you see Kim Doyoung walking towards you sporting a knowing smile.
Trigger The Fever. | Huang Renjun (M)
↳ prologue: “You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.” + “You can call me a mom all you want, but I’ll will get you better soon.”
↳ summary: You have a fever and your roommate who you have deep feelings for decides to take a day off to take care of you.
↳ the warnings: Roommate crush!renjun. domestic Renjun taking care of you while you’re ill. Crack and wholesome. Little hint of flirting. Fem reader.
↳ the notes: I have a fever and I’m starting to become sick so, I made this fanfic as inspiration. Fml I’m on holiday I’m not supposed to be sick ;-;
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hi!! i hope you’re doing well 😊 i saw your requests were open and i’m hoping you could write something about reader overhearing jaehyun talking/admitting to friends that the reader fell first but he fell harder. it could purely be fluff but i won’t be opposed to it being angst to fluff hahaha — anyway, i hope this is alright with you! thank youuu
pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader
genre: angst + fluff | childhood best friends to lovers
word count: 3.8k
tw: mention of food + pregnancy
a/n: may or may not be inspired by dear.m lol there's a bit (a lot) of angst because i've been going through it and let's face it, it's me haha. enjoy! thank you anon who sent this ❤
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Five years ago.
“I really don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to say it. I like you Jaehyun. A lot. More than a best friend.”
Jaehyun stood in front of you shock with eyes wide. “What? Why are you saying this?”
“I can’t help the way I feel about –“
Can you do yandere hybrid bunny Jaemin
Jaemin swears he's going crazy.
With a nose as sensitive as his, he's used to different smells assaulting him throughout the day. Though, he has to say, living with you has been both a blessing and a curse. At the time, the idea of moving in with his best friend was a fantastic one, especially since he's so desperately in love with you that he'd do anything for you. Only, now, he realizes how horrible that idea truly was.
Your scent is like a drug, intoxicating his every nerve, surrounding him at all times of the day. It's never bothered him this much before, not that is ever could bother him, really. Only, he's never been this affected by it before.
While you were out the other day, Jaemin had snuck into your room to steal one of your sweaters. He does this often enough that you wouldn't question him when you got home to see him wearing your clothes, only this time, when he put it on, his whole body had shuddered.
Nose twitching, he had brought the fabric up to his face and inhaled. The deep, guttural moan he had let out had his cheeks heating and his ears turning red.
He couldn't help it. Rushing to his room, he had quickly shut and locked his door, practically stripping himself down so that he was only wearing your sweater. After all, how else is he supposed to get covered in your scent while you're not around?
Later that day, once you had come back, Jaemin had come out of his room looking quite skittish. When you had asked him is he was okay, he had jumped at the sound of your voice, his nose twitching as he turned to look at you.
"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "just great."
Of course, he wasn't going to tell you that he got off quite a few times while wearing your sweater earlier. And of course he's not going to be wearing it for the moment, not with the stains now covering the material.
In the back of his mind, he derived a twisted pleasure from having something of yours now covered in his scent. Only, he wanted more.
That should be you covered in his scent. Not just your sweater.
The next day, when Jaemin woke up drenched in sweat and practically twitching for everything you, he realized what was happening. He's in heat.
Well, fuck. Jaemin will have to traverse the next few days carefully, lest he wants to scare you off for good. Never has he experienced such an intense feeling like this before. Normally, his heats last a few days, and he aches a bit, but he manages. Cold showers are his best friend during this time, so he starts with one now.
As soon as he steps into the living room, he sees you sitting on the couch, and he is struck by the overwhelming urge to claim you. To indulge in his desires and finally make you his. To show you exactly what you're missing every time you've touched yourself in the middle of the night with Jaemin listening closely and practically salivating at the sweet scent of you permeating the air. So many times has he wanted to go over and help you, in any way he can, but he had to hold himself back. The only problem now is, he doesn't know how much longer he can.
"Morning," you greet looking up from your phone, only, when you meet his gaze, worry immediately takes over your features. "Holy fuck, Jaemin, are you feeling okay?"
Simply hearing you say his name nearly sends him to his knees and he curses himself. Since when have you made him feel like he was a teenager again who had no control over his hormones?
"Yeah," he clears his throat as he sees you get up from the couch and approach him, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look okay." By now, you're right in front of him, your hand coming up to his face to check if he's running a fever. "You're burning up!"
The only thing burning in him is his desire for you.
Jaemin practically melts into your touch, especially when your hand moves to cup his cheek. Shifting his head slightly, he angles himself so that your hand is practically holding the side of his jaw, rubbing as much of his chin onto your hand as he can.
One thought continuously flits through his mind. Scenting you.
Curiously, you withdraw your hand, shooting him a concerned look in the process. "I'll go make you some soup."
No, what you should be making is a nest for the two of you to spend the next three days in while he completely ravishes you like he's always desired. Besides, he's got energy to burn, and if he doesn't do something about it soon, he might just combust.
So he whines, wrapping his arms around your figure and burying his face into the side of your neck. "Can you just hold me for a while?"
You blink, a little caught off guard again by his actions as your arms carefully wrap around his back, gently stroking along his spine. He shivers. "Of course."
A minute passes, and all you can hear is his deep breathing in your ear. Each exhale is shaky, and you swear he might just start wheezing if you don't do something to help him soon.
What you don't expect, however, is for Jaemin to pull himself away of his own accord. It's difficult, but he does it, and already he looks a lot better.
Instantly, it's like a switch has flipped in him, and he's back to his usual, chipper self.
"So, what's the plan for today?" He asks, smile on his face as he begins to pace around you.
You chuckle as you watch him circling you, a literal spring to his step as his contagious smile spreads across his lips.
"Well, I don't have anything planned, so how about we just relax and watch some movies?" You offer, and you swear he perks up even more.
"I'd love that!"
"I also want to keep an eye on you, mister." You shoot him a playfully stern look. "I'm worried. So, if you start feeling worse again, let me know, and I really will make you that soup."
"Okay," he hums, beginning to lead you over to the couch.
Five minutes later and Jaemin has you wrapped in his arms on the couch while the beginning of his favourite movie plays on screen. His chin rests on your shoulder and despite the heat searing through his body, he could not be happier. Finally, he has you right where he wants you, where you've always belonged.
About halfway through the movie, you begin to feel Jaemin nuzzling against you. It's subtle at first, a slight shift here and there, until he's full on rubbing his chin all over your neck and shoulder. He breaths come in uneven pants and his grip tightens around you, pulling you even closer to him. Before you know it, he's got you pinned beneath him.
"Jaemin?" Your eyes are wide as he practically moans when you say his name. "Jaemin, is everything alright?"
His voice trembles, "never better."
Your brow furrows, "you're burning up again."
"I need-" his face is buried right in the hollow of your neck, his body pressing into yours as he struggles to get the words out, "I need-"
"What is it?" You begin to stroke his back once more comfortingly, unknowingly making his desire for you grow even more. "What can I get you? What do you need?"
"You." Jaemin manages to pull away just enough to stare deeply into your eyes, and what you see swirling behind his dark gaze causes your breath to hitch. "I need you."
Summary: Your best friend doesn't take it lightly when you lie to him about going on a date with someone else.
DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this, no minors are allowed. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.
All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.
Check more: Masterlist.
Female reader
WARNINGS: Implied kidnapping.
AN: Hope you guys enjoy this 💖
Summary: Jaemin can't understand why his destined mate has been marked by another werewolf.
Pairing: Werewolf! Jaemin x Witch! Female reader
Warnings: smut, some angst, Jaemin has a breeding kink but what's new
“New town, new me,” you murmured for the tenth time this week.
You moved to a new city about a month ago, thinking a clean start was right what you needed after your last breakup. Some may say you were being too dramatic, like, who would leave the city entirely just to avoid seeing your ex?
You. 100%.
Summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.
Pairing: Werewolf! Haechan x Witch! Female reader
Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, no actual cheating
“I must be the luckiest motherfucker on Earth.”
Confused, you looked to your right to see a man with beautiful tan skin and boyish soft features leaning against the wall next to you. His smile was mischievous but his eyes held such a gentle spark that you felt jealous of whoever that look was directed towards. You looked then to your left, trying to find who he was talking to, only to see a few guys vomiting and a girl drunk calling her ex.
You frown and look back to your right, where he is still staring right at you, this time eyeing you up and down while biting his lower lip softly.
“Excuse me?,” you asked, giving him an unamused glare.
👁👄👁Would you possibly make a yan!bully mark Part 3? I am really invested in this story, your writing is top notch！
WARNINGS: –
AN: I really wasn't planning on doing more, but then I received this request and I ended up doing it, so thanks for requesting and i hope you like it.
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“Why did I hear about you having a dude as your partner in an assignment?” Mark questions you as soon as he catches you during one of the breaks.
For the bully yandere nct, I was either thinking about jaehyun, haechan and/or mark
Warnings: Bullying; college context; manipulation.
AN: I chose Mark for this one. Not sure if it's really bullying or not but i tried doing my best. Anyways, i hope you like it :)
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A bouquet of flowers violently drops onto the table that you’re sitting on. Looking up in surprise, you see a brightly smiling Mark Lee standing in front of you. Your surprise is quickly replaced by annoyance. Before you get a chance to speak, Mark beats you to it. “You. Me. Prom. Friday night.” The way he cockily declares it makes you turn your eyes. “Nope, no way. Go find yourself another date.”
Mark’s smirk turns into a frown upon hearing your words. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Trust me, no one is gonna ask you to prom. Besides me, of course.” he states, watching as your expression turns insecure. Even though intrusive thoughts start making you doubt yourself, you hold your ground.
“No. Thanks for the offer, but I'm still not going.” You declare, getting up from the chair and trying to round the boy to go to the exit door. Before you get a chance to even touch the door handle, you get harshly pushed against the door, knocking the wind out of you and earning a small yelp from you.
Mark pushes your hands to the side of your body, quickly securing them on each side of your head. Bringing his face closer to yours, his eyes now glinting with evil intent. He stands close enough for your noses to touch, the scent of his cologne making you wrinkle your nose.
*rises from the dead* here’s a lil something something for y’all
YandereEx!JaeminxGN!Reader
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At first, the feeling of being watched subsided.
Moving into a new apartment felt like a breath of fresh air, and living on the 4th floor made you feel safer than from when you lived on the 1st floor of your old apartment.
You'd sit on your fire escape in outside of the window in your bedroom of your new apartment, looking at the people who went on about their day in the city.
It was nice until that itchy feeling of eyes watching you slowly started coming back and it that feeling would get worse at night as you would look out of your window, feeling as though someone was looking at you back.
You began closing the curtains, specifically your bedroom curtains, more. It made you feel slightly more safe.
There's noway it can be him again right?
You changed your number, made new social media accounts.
'Maybe you're just being paranoid again...
You flinched as the buzzer of your doorbell filled your small apartment.
Walking out of your room, you went to your little control panel of buttons that allowed you to talk, listen, and open the door for whoever came to visit you.
You didn't have anyone visiting you though but still you pressed the talk button.
'Hello?" you said, quickly pressing the listen button.
You didn't hear anything.
Some folks rang the wrong button to the apartments here so you shrugged it off and went to your kitchen, now realizing how hungry you were.
You decided to cook something easy and quick, some egg stirfry rice with some sauteed veggies.
As you cooked, the sound of the buzzer went off again.
Turning the heat of the stove down low, you quickly went over to the panel once more, pressing the 'talk' button and asking hello.
Pressing the 'listen' button, once again you were met with silence.
Sighing, you pressed the 'talk' button.
"Who is this?" you asked, then pressing the 'listen' button.
Being met with no answer once more, you rolled your eyes, going back to the stove to finish your food.
Once you were done with your food, you made your self a plate then sat at your dinning table.
Putting on your headphones, you watched a random Vice documentary on your phone, taking your time to eat, not hearing the heavy thump of a muddy boot making entry into your room via the fire escape.
The man turned around, cursing to himself as he closed the window.
Rain water dripped from his soaked black windbreaker. It started pouring rain suddenly which was a shame since it was so nice earlier.
He turned back around, the curtain covering the window once more as he crept silently out of your bedroom and into your tiny hallway.
He gasped slightly as he saw you washing dishes, headphones blasting with whatever you were listening to, back turned to him.
He gulped as he walked over to you, praying you wouldn't be able to hear him.
You jumped, the dish in your hand falling in the sink as you felt hands cover your eyes. A pair of soft lips skimmed your ear, hot air hitting the skin in a rhythm. A familiar scent overtook your senses and your heart sank as his voice entered your ears.
"Guess who?" He whispered.
Your body began shaking.
No.
No.
There's no way it could be him.
How did he even find you?
"J-Jaemin?" you breathed in, the smell of his cologne so strong, it started giving you a headache.
"Humph!" you heard come from him and you just knew he was pouting. "You could've saved me some dinner. You know how much I love your cooking…”
Summary: You help out a friend who’s hurt by an accident, but little do you know that it was no accident.
DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this, no minors are allowed. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.
All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.
Check more: Masterlist.
Female reader
WARNINGS: Self-arm; blood; kidnapping.
notes: these are three separate stories, divided into two parts each. do not proceed if you aren’t into angsty, smutty love triangles. this content is for adults only. each part will come with more detailed warnings.
disclaimer: the members are just my muses. I don’t know any of them personally and would never say that they would actually act or behave in the ways portrayed in this story.
the one where your ex-boyfriend is a vampire…
{ read here }
the one where your other ex is a werewolf…
{ coming soon }
the one where you start a band with your best friend…
{ coming soon }
the one where you break up a band over your first love…
{ coming soon }
the one where a boy might ruin your marriage…
{ coming November 20th! }
the one where a boy might save your marriage…
{ coming soon }
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▸ FLUFF, ANGST, Smut, Vampire au ▸ Part of the Stephen King’s collab, hosted by @starryqian & @takitaro ▸ Inspired by Stephen King’s, Salem’s Lot
Summary: Kun is a vampire, buying humans in exchange for immortality. He wanted to buy you and your house, but love changes everything. Convincing each other to be something you’re not. Kun wants to turn you into a vampire, but you want him to embrace being a human. Will Kun leave his family for you? Or you will accept the immortality he offers?
Word count: 6.8k
Warnings: mentions of car crash, family loss, Vanilla sex, depression from family loss, bloodsucking, virginity loss, unprotected sex, swearing, major character death, blood, mentions of alcohol, depression
A/N: Salem’s Lot is a handful but great book. I can’t follow the entire plot of Stephen King’s work, so heres my version of it. This is also inspired by Vampires VS. The Bronx… HAHAHA so, here. And sorry if the ending is SLIGHTLY close to my Jaehyun’s Body, but I plotted this first so 🤷🏼♀️
Tag list: @jimjamjaemin @inseonqt @thefouranemoi @jaehyunoos @sunshinedhyuck @neospirited @shanghai-lu @loeygotospacenow @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @commentgirl @yukine-smx (I hope I did not missed anyone)
NEWS FLASH: The family of the famous writer Y/N, died in a car crash on their way to the airport for a family trip to Hawaii. All four passengers are dead on arrival including the driver. The funeral will be closed and private, as per the writer Y/N’s request.
The sky has your favorite shade of orange when you arrived at the house. Home, you thought. Always the same big house that you grew up to. It’s been almost ten years since you step foot in this house and seeing it again for the first time made you regret every Christmas that you purposely missed just so you can avoid spending time with your family. And besides feeling that you’re home, you feel regret suffocating you. What was I thinking, you murmured. This house used to be filled with laughter and happiness. Nights where you and your family will watch TV together in the living room with all the lights closed, countless meals together and talking about random stuff while eating, drinking coffee with your mother, playing board games with your brother. But now, the house is filled with dust and despair.
IT’S LOVE. STUPID.
Prologue: The heart is a stupid organ. You catch feelings for Jeno, maybe he is more than just a friend. Unsaid emotions pertain before circumstances change and the pride and prestige of family is painted before your eyes. Once Jeno decides to leave, your heart is drawn towards Jaemin. No one has ever been able to understand it. It’s love.
Genre: Rich kids AU + Arranged Marriage AU + College AU + Angst + Suggestive + Fluff + Crack + Heartbreak
Pairing: Jeno x Reader + Jaemin x Reader [ ft. Haechan, Jaehyun, Mark, Taeyong ]
Warnings: Explicit Language + Alcohol + Suggestive Content + Heartbreak
Chapters: 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5
