Boyfriend!gaming; Who Loves Giving You Small Kisses On The Cheek Before Going On A Commission With His

boyfriend!gaming; who loves giving you small kisses on the cheek before going on a commission with his companions.

boyfriend!gaming; who brings back little souvenirs that reminded him of you.Starconch,Sumeruroses, you named it.

boyfriend!gaming; who always book a fancy restaurant when you two go on a date, he loves pampering you with gifts and kisses

boyfriend!gaming; who always felt nervous when he performs in front thousands of people, but after he saw you in one of the crowds he felt ease.

boyfriend!gaming; who always treat you after the performance, "Babe! Did you know that there is a new shop opening right around the corner of Wuwang Hill? Wait, you want to go there? Alright let's go!"

boyfriend!gaming; who would kiss you while watching the fireworks on lantern rite, whispers in your ears. "I love you, you are the best person I've ever met in my life babe."

Yìchén at the dinning table fucking Y/n with his eyes since after she made a 5 sec eye contact with him.. and Y/n who was sitting close to Yìchén's Mother trying to ignore his looks.

Yìchén fidgets in his seat as his father places a cushion on his lap mocking him with eyes and Yìchén blushes embarrassed. He grabs the cushion and squeezes it hard trying to calm his boner down.

Yìchén's Mother : Can you not glare on my daughter >:(.

Yìchén a little too loud for his father's liking: It's your fault you are hogging my wife!!

Yìchén's father: YOU DONT TALK TO MY WIFE LIKE THAT.

Yìchén: And yours too that you can't handle your wife :((.

Yìchén's father: He harrassed Y/n when you were away in the kitchen making cookies. >:(

Yìchén: you old snitch!!

Yìchén's Mother: looking at Yìchén* 😧

Yìchén: He was the one who told me that Y/n was alone in the library!!

Yìchén's Mother: Looking at Yìchén's father* 😟

Yìchén's father : Because he refused to spend time with me , his old father. :((.

Yìchén's Mother: looking at Yìchén* 😟

Yìchén and his father making noise.. Yìchén's Mother slaming her palm on the table : You men are so untrustworthy.... Me and my daughter are going on a long trip... Be alone and repent for what you did wrong :((.

Meanwhile Y/n :

Liu and Monster Hunter Darling who happens to captures a picture of the butcher in their true form- Well, less of a monster hunter and more of a monster fanatic. Always trying to prove the existence of creepy creatures and the like. They're good friends with Liu and often rambles to them about their latest discoveries which Liu adores. It was silly of Liu to go out while they were like that, they just really needed to see darling. They've spied on darling before, but Darling has never caught them. They're so fast with their camera- Liu can still hear the click of the lenses' shutters as they made their escape.

"Look, Liu! I caught this looking into my window last night! I can kinda see it's face?"

Liu doesn't know if they should crawl in a hole and die - or eat that photo and then crawling in a hole and die.

"..... It's kinda cute, don't you think?...."

Did I say monster fanatic darling? I meant to say monster fucker darling. Liu prays they're just hearing things when Darling correctly points out the tendrils along their body - wondering aloud if the "creature" would use them on them if it ever came back and they asked nicely. Their heart can't take it if what Darling is saying it real. It's close to exploding when Darling goes on and on about how large the creature was ...What they wouldn't do to be in it's arms. Liu can't believe what they're hearing.

"Liu? Is everything okay? You're shaking. Sorry if that was too much information. Guess I got a little carried away."

"Huh?! Oh.... I'm fine, don't worry.... You can continue if you like."

Liu has always hoped Darling would be accepting of their monstrous side, but they weren't expecting this reaction..... Would it be wrong of them to visit darling again in that form?.... Should they let Darling know they have technically two tongues?

No....

No! They can't think like that! What if they accidentally hurt Darling in some way. Their teeth are so sharp and they bruise people without even trying sometimes being so out of touch with their own strength... Darling would never want to be around them again!

"In that case!-... Do you think it has a mouth? I kinda like the idea of a monster who claims me with its claws or fangs. I wanna wear its bite like a trophy for being able to tame a creature like that."

Liu excuses themselves from the conversation before the pass out in the middle of Darling's living room.

Hey, can we have a Yan!Andrew Graves with Reader?

genre: sfw, headcanons + fic

characters: yandere!andrew graves x reader

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, obsession, possessive andrew

a/n: i don't normally write yandere characters so this was a bit of a challenge. hope this suits your request and enjoyed reading!

He's so obsessed with you but he's subtle with it—more like whatever stupid thing he does, he'll make sure you don't see it.

When he loves you, he'll make sure to keep you happy just so you will always come to him whenever something happens. He'll open a bottle cap for you without being told, he'll wipe your mouth with his fingers if it's messy—totally not putting them in his mouth afterwards. He'll open the door for you, let you cry on his shoulder, gives you hugs when you need it. Every subtle thing to manipulate you into coming back to him when you need support.

If someone talks to you, he'll be right behind you with arms wrapped around your waist while glaring daggers at the other person.

"No, no. Continue. Don't mind me, pretend that I don't exist."

To you, his tone sounds normal but to the poor guy, it's like a cleaver skinning them alive.

If someone even looks at you without you knowing, it's gonna be hell for them. He somehow won't be afraid to kidnap that person, tie them up and threaten them with Andrew's favorite cleaver until the person is diagnosed with PTSD.

He will shamelessly go back to you with a smile on his handsome face as if nothing happened.

Andrew would kill anyone for you but if you tell him not to, he won't.

Although, he knows you would be scared if you saw him murdering people, he won't do it anyways. The last thing he wants is you running away from him.

You have no idea why people start to turn their backs on you and you would think that you've done something wrong. So, you ask Andrew for advice or if he knows anything, exactly what he planned for.

And he would smile innocently from his success and spread out his arms. You would dive into his comfy sweater without knowing the hands that are holding you are the hands that have done so many questionable and criminal acts.

"C'mere you. Aw, you poor thing! I'm sure no one hates you. Who would? They're probably out of social energy from a rough day or something. Don't you worry!"

He'll kiss your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, your lips. You would smile and he would smile into the kiss while thinking how naive you are.

He admits sometimes that he feels guilty for deceiving you but what can he do? How could he come up to you and admit to all the crimes he's done? You wouldn't look at him the same anymore, would you? Would you still love him despite knowing what he did or what he ate? He wouldn't take any risks. If he has the person he loves the most in his arms, why would he easily throw you away?

If the truth hasn't been told, he'll keep you for himself. He'll keep you forever.

You knew he acted differently than normal people. He's a little different because of his upbringing, and that's normal for kids with neglected parents growing up with a weird habit of theirs and that was just his charm, right?

Because you think it was just a charm of his, you didn't run when you had the chance to. Besides, if he was so sweet to you, so kind to you, so good to you, he wouldn't hurt you, would he?

There's a reunion dinner later tonight with your old high school mates and of course you're coming. You haven't seen your friends in a long time. You've already informed Andrew of this and for the past week he was okay with it, but why is his tone now sounded . . . different?

"You're going?" He asked from the couch. One of his legs propped up on the other and an arm over the couch. His green eyes look up and down at your fit that he knows you chose the best from your closet. You're going to meet some nobodies with that outfit? You didn't even wear something so pretty when he's around! Not that you aren't pretty. It's just you put a tiny bit less effort when going out or being with Andrew.

"I've already told you, haven't I?" You're putting on your shoes at the front door and you hear some shuffling. Your hand is at the doorknob now. "I'll be back before ten. I prom—"

The door slams shut again before you could even open a crack. You can feel him behind you. His hands on the door, caging you between him and the solid wood.

"You are not going." His voice is low, almost threatening.

You turn around to face. You do not want to have this conversation right now. You're going to be late, that is if you find a way to stir this around to go your way.

"Andrew, this is unfair. Last week, you told me I can go so why are you backing out now? Tonight of all days!"

It wasn't his intention to upset you nor ruin your night but why are they taking you away from him?

"Why are you still excited about going? Don't you remember what they've done to you? They isolated you . . . remember?"

They isolated you. Yeah, right. He was the reason behind it anyways, but poor you who loves him too never suspected your own boyfriend was the culprit.

"They . . . didn't. You said they didn't have the energy to talk," your voice was almost a whisper. You weren't even confident of your own answer. You're starting to reminisce about the old days at school. Sure, they didn't talk to you anymore, but the reunion dinner is going to be different, right?

His hand moves down to lock the door but his actions made you take a step back, hitting the door. You forgot you're kind of trapped right now with no way out unless reasoning with him first.

"You don't really have to go . . ." The same hand moves up to your hair, tucking some strands behind your ear ever so gently it's almost . . . unnervingly creepy. "Do you?"

His eyebrow raised in question.

Your heart is starting to pick up its pace. Your fingertips are running cold. You don't understand yourself why you're so nervous in front of him. I mean, you had been nervous around him but this is a different kind of nervous. It's fear. Fear of him. However, he never hurt you yet. He never raised his voice to you. He's always been nice and sweet to you. But you really can't help this weird feeling.

So you slowly tell him how you feel.

"You're scaring me."

And there it is. It hit something in him. It's the last thing he wants, but the first thing to make you listen to him.

You can see his facial expression changes from demanding to guilt.

"Love, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me!" His caging arms now freeing you while backing away a bit, most likely a tactic to show you he's innocent. "I'm just saying, wouldn't you be left out at dinner? I don't want my pretty girl coming home sad and disappointed when the past week you've been so excited about this dinner."

Andrew takes your silence to continue. "Stay here. With me."

You really want to insist on going yet you don't want to risk starting a fight. But it's unfair! You always let him win you over, now he needs to listen and let you go. Maybe a small chance could probably lead to a huge success.

"But please!" You drag the word longer, hoping he'll give in. "I haven't seen my friends for I don't how many years. It's just this once."

You seem energetic again. He takes this chance to step closer, a hand on the side of your face. His thumb brushes along your glossed lips you put on earlier, smudging it. His gaze move up from your lips to your eyes.

"I'm sorry, darling, but no means no." He said it so softly before he kissed you longingly. You somehow melt into him despite your disagreement. He's really not losing—like always.

He broke off the kiss to continue persuading you to stay. "I'm doing this for your own good. Sometimes you're too naive to be staying around them. You're too nice. I've seen it. And it hurts to watch you being used and throw you away."

You exhale a deep breath from the stress. Maybe Andrew's right. Maybe you are too naive to realize. They asked you for homework and notes, but then one day, they stopped talking to you. Maybe they really did see no use in you they've fulfilled their satisfaction.

But Andrew . . . Andrew never stopped talking to you. Andrew never threw you away. Andrew was always there through it all. Andrew never left you by yourself.

Like right now.

"Okay," you spoke softly, like a whisper, before nodding your head. "I'll stay in with you."

Good thing you were looking at the ground because now, Andrew can't hide the big smile on his face. He successfully manages to keep you by his side. His heart beats rapidly from the excitement, his skin was buzzing. He can be with you tonight. He can stay with you. Just the two of you!

He pulls you in his arms and strokes your hair. "That's my good girl. Always so obedient." He kisses the crown of your head before leading you to your bedroom so you can change to a more comfortable clothes.

He dreams of having you by his side forever but he doesn't want to go to extreme measures such as locking you in or tying you up. Maybe not just yet. Since you're so good to him and love him too, you deserve to roam around freely until you start to disobey.

He wouldn't want to do it but tonight, he was close to doing so just from how persistent you were.

Little Dove Part 2

Pairing: Mafia!Bts x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.0k

Synopsis: You were gentle, innocent, and pure. In simple words, the exact opposite of the cold-hearted and callous mafia members who fell for you in such a cliché manner.

Warnings : N/A

A/N: I've been extremely anxious to post this, considering how I've been gone for so long. I hope you guys haven't forgot about it yet, but please read part one if you haven't. I hope everyone enjoys reading this, and as always comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

♡ :: PART ONE

It's been weeks since you last saw any of the boys. You'd be lying if you said you remember how all of their voices sound. Despite the fact you think about them almost every night before you go to sleep, they're nothing more than a distant memory.

On some nights, you can't help but wonder if they were just a figment of your imagination. 

But, life continued on like it always has, and always will. Business at the florist's shop has been slow, but enough to make do. The owners had hired you full time, seeing as how dedicated you were, and how much the customers adore you.

It was truly a blessing to be able to wake up every day, and walk into the store only to be greeted with the sweet aroma of flowers and mother nature.

"Thank you, come again!" You grinned, waving off the elderly man who had just purchased a bouquet of simple red rose to celebrate his wife's birthday,

You hummed along to the song that softly echoed from the small radio on the counter while rearranging a bundle of flowers that fell on the floor. 

Suddenly, the all too familiar bell like sound was heard from the front door. Your eyes were locked on the bundle of flowers, but you managed to yell out a soft "Welcome!"

"You look quite busy."

Immediately after hearing the smooth voice, you turned around at the speed of light, your eyes making contact with his beautiful dark brown orbs.

"J..Jungkook?" You stuttered, staring down the handsome man in front of you. Your eyes automatically blinking in a state of disbelief. 

It really was him.

"It's been a while." He replied calmly, not even making eye contact with you, his hands touching the Dahlias you had on display up front. 

Going against your better judgement you walked up to him. He was dressed so extravagantly, he could be mistaken for a millionaire. He was only arm's reach away now, and you were engulfed in his cologne. His scent was s a deep and complex aroma, something you weren't used to at all after being surrounded by floral smells all day.

"I was wondering when I'd see you again." You admitted, reaching out to grab the Dahlias out of the glass vase. 

He finally looked you in the eye, and felt himself melting in your gaze. Your beautiful eyes made him feel weak in the knees, but Jungkook knew he had to keep his composure.

"Did you miss me?" He joked, but in his head he hoped you would say yes.

"Yes. I really did!" You smiled, rubbing the nape of your neck in embarrassment. As soon as you said that, a loud commotion was heard at the door. You ducked, and shielded yourself with your arms preparing yourself for the worst.

When all you were met with was silence, you peeked through your two arms. Jungkook was all you could see, he was crouched down in front of you with his hands on your shoulder.

"Hey.. What's wrong?" His voiced laced with concern.

"Sorry, sorry." You bounced up fast, dusting yourself off. When you looked straight forward, your mouth gaped. 

The back of your throat felt dry in shock when when you were met with the bothered look of six other men.

"Oh my god.." You laughed, turning around, your face pink with embarrassment. This was the worst possible scenario. You finally were able to reunite with them, and this is how they see you.

"We're sorry, we didn't mean to scare you." Namjoon was first to break the silence, walking forward to you. The rest of the members followed.

"These knuckleheads were fighting on who would walk in first." Yoongi sighed in disappointment, glaring at the sheepishly looking Jimin and Hobi.

"We're really sorry-"

"No, no! I'm sorry." You turned around, giving them all a shy smile. 

"It's nice to see you again." Jin said, and you felt at ease. His voice was so calming, it was like the whole world stopped for a moment. 

"What are you guys doing here?" 

"We wanted to see you." Taehyung answered, leaning against the table filled with vibrant tulips. 

You felt like you were standing on clouds, did he really mean that? Did they really come here for... you?

"Could we steal you away for a bit?" Jungkook asked, his eyes roaming around the store in hopes to see another employee to take over for you. 

You looked up at the small clock on the wall, it read "12:23 PM" 

"I close at 1.. I understand if you guys don't want to wait, you have better things to do-"

"You're cute when you're rambling." Jimin said.

"We'll wait. Don't worry." Yoongi slapped the younger one's back. 

To kill time, you showed them around the shop. You showed them everything from the small pond in the back that had petite waterlilies, to the cute cat calculator that you kept upfront to count money. 

"Oh, sorry!" You exclaimed when you finally realized the time. It was twenty minutes past 1. 

"It's no problem. You must really love it here." Hobi smiled.

Grabbing your beige tote bag off the chair, you looked up at them eagerly.

"Take me away!" They let out a dry laugh at your cute antics, and headed for the door. You had no idea where they were going to take you, but followed them with no hesitation. 

Somehow, that made their hearts ache. In a good way, but also in a bad way as well. This was only the second time you've met them, and yet you followed them without a second thought.

 You were so innocent, and you clearly had no idea what kind of people they were. 

They knew they were being selfish, they knew it.. but they just couldn't help themselves from falling deeper and deeper into your charm. 

Those few weeks that they spent away from you felt like eternities. 

"No. We can't drag her into this." Namjoon sternly warned the others.

"But, I really like her, hyung." Jungkook protested, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. He knew they weren't good people, and he knew outsiders could never be allowed into the Mafia business, but couldn't there be an exception just this once?

"He's right. Jungkook, we can't expose her to this." Yoongi added.

"Please don't be selfish. You have to think about her too." Jin reasoned. 

The youngest stormed away from the table, and headed straight for his room. He slammed the door loudly to express his anger.

"He'll get over it. It's just a girl." Taehyung sighed.

Their eyes were practically glued to you as they watched you skipped down the street, each step filled with life. Your laughter filled the air, drawing them in like a moth to a flame. 

As they observed you, they couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight danced in your hair. The way your eyes sparkled with every smile, and the way your presence illuminated the room.

It wasn't your exterior that captivated them, but rather your interior. That's when everyone saw what Jungkook had seen all along.

Your beauty. 

"Where are you guys taking me?" You asked, looking up at them curiously.

"Do you like desserts?" Jungkook grinned, looking ahead at the small bakery at the end of the street.

Your eyes widened in excitement. "Do I? I love desserts!"

The door creaked open as the sweet smell of freshly baked bread and delicious pastries enveloped your senses. Soft chatter and the clinking of utensils filled the air as you all stepped inside the cozy store.

Your eyes light up at the sight of the delightful treats displayed behind the glass counter.

Suddenly, you felt as if you were a little girl again. There were so many delicious choices to choose from, you didn't know how you could settle for just one.

"These look delicious." You gushed, reaching in your tote bag for your wallet, eyes still locked on the colorful sweets.

"Don't worry about that. It's our treat." Hobi grabbed your arm lightly.

"Knock yourself out." Taehyung followed.

"Oh, that's alright! I can pay for myself." You insisted, shaking your hand at their kind offer.

"We insist." Namjoon spoke.

Your lips curved downward into a slight frown. Panic set in all of their minds, immediately thinking that they said something to make you feel bad.

"I feel like you guys are always helping me out.." You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers, trying to muster up the courage to express your feelings.

"It's fine-" Someone started, but you cut them off almost instantly.

"I'm not helpless, you know?" You laughed, peering through the glass to avoid their gaze.

The seven members all shared confused looks before directing their attention back to you.

"We don't think you're hopeless." Jungkook tried convincing you, but he felt like he was only making the situation worse.

"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make this awkward." You apologized sheepishly.

"Not at all. We're sorry if we made you feel that way."

In hopes to ignore the overwhelming tension, you continued to read the labels of all of the desserts. Small chiffon cakes, blueberry scones, chocolate chip cookies, there were so much varieties to choose from. 

"I'll get one fruit tart, and one lemon cupcake!" You told the cashier up front.

"Sure thing! That'll be $8.50."

You nodded in affirmation, grabbing your wallet from your bag only to be greeted with a five dollar bill. You cursed to yourself from grabbing a different bag than normal. Your everyday bag with your actual wallet was sitting comfortably on the ground at your apartment.

Feeling embarrassment crawl through your skin, you were just about to tell the kind cashier to take out the cupcake but before you could even open your mouth, a black card was in front of your face, paying for your treats.

You looked behind and saw Jin with an expressionless look on his face that you couldn't read. 

"T-thank you sir." The worker bowed humbly, clearly shaken over the card. Rightfully so, only 0.05% of the Korean population has the Hyundai black card, it and it's a invite only card. 

Who the hell were these guys, and how were they so filthy rich?

"Thank you so much. I don't have my normal wallet with me.." You bowed as well, feeling extremely grateful that he took such quick action.

"Don't mention it."

"I'll pay you back as soon as-"

"You don't have to."

Your nose scrunched, clearly dissatisfied with his answer. He caught on quickly, following up with "$8.50 added onto your debt to me."

"I'll get it back to you!" You smiled, appreciative to his gesture.

The rest of the guys ordered, and you patiently waited on the side. You couldn't hear very clearly, but you could hear people mumbling behind you. At first you didn't pay it any attention, as it's not unusual for people to have conversations in a public space.

However, you started to feel obligated to eavesdrop when you heard some of the conversations to be based around the seven men.

"No way. Is that really them?"

"How can they even be outside?"

"We need to leave."

You thought to yourself, there's no way they could be talking about them, right? However, when you saw people hurriedly leaving the bakery, avoiding looking at the men and rushing out the door, you knew something was wrong.

Why was everyone so scared of them?

Your confused expression didn't go unnoticed. They knew you'd find out eventually. 

Soon enough, the whole cafe was empty. The cozy feeling was gone. There were no more laughter, or conversation, not even the sound of utensils hitting a plate.

It was silent.

None of you exchanged a single word, but all sat down at a table. They began to eat their delicious breads, but you couldn't just ignore the heavy atmosphere lingering around the room.

"What's going on?"

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