#yandere jack horner x reader

[agent-love-101]

Any Jack/Reader headcanons with an injured reader? 👉👈

oooo this'll be fun!!

Jack Horner x injured!Reader

well let's think about different circumstances or scenarios!! if you're one of his treasured bakers and you suffered a work accident...

well we certainly can't have you hurting yourself further with work.

...oh! but surely you're surely too tired to make it home. not to worry. you should stay here and rest up instead.

trust me, he WILL find someone at fault for the work accident.

he loves how still you are. how completely helpless you are.

but generally..

I think he would be a little nurturing.

like for example if you have a broken leg, he will definitely carry you.

he would also get angry if you try to insist you don't need help

"I'm offering my time and assistance. be grateful."

however, he's much more of a revenge guy. if there's a culprit they will be dealt with.

a specific scenario comes to mind, it kind of fits my insert Agapi <3.

she's a bit more of a tough nut to crack (quick to reject his advances, don't like to accept help, etc.) but if she were to get injured, well she would just soak up the love. not much else she can do.

and i think jack would take that as a victory. however when she starts to feel better, she starts to go back to her old ways, pushing him away idiomatically and literally. and jack uses potions to...prolong her illness.

[picsani]

Yandere Jack Horner keeping your hair tie in his drawer 💜

Sometimes he plays with it while doing paper work.

You thought you simply lost it but,unknown to you,someone is taking good care of it.

Your little,insignificant hair tie is now his most valuable possession.

Maybe even more than all of his magic artifacts~

[restlesscrybaby]

Soo. I've been thinking of Jack more and more, and I thought I'd share some ideas.

Especially of crazy Jack.

Soo... Enjoy some random stuffs!!

~ OBSESSED /YANDERE JACK HEADCANONS. ~

~ CONTENT WARNING !! : HARSH SPEECH, BRANDING, NSFW THEMES, VIOLENCE. ~

Gah. How did this all happen..? I mean, how! Well, you started at the company. You never made any plans to try to find romance, to try to find those little sparks. Maybe you were only there for money, or for the insurance, or maybe just to do something, who knows!

-- Well, you know, whatever it is. You were there now. You had now worn some stupid baker outfit, it seemed already dirty from being in the factory. You could slip on the itchy hat that adorned your head and made you feel like ripping your own head off. You knew you couldn't go back to him and tell him to get you better. Foolish.

You never took the chance to make him angry. You knew how evil he was, how much fear he striked in those he believed were of lower status than him. And, yeah, you knew you were below him. Not because you felt you were, but because you knew he had more power than you did.

What's better than a baker? A good one. You worked hard. Extra hard. Any chance to scrap some more money from a good job, you would take it. Money makes the world go round, huh? It caught his attention. But, he shoved it off. A hard worker is a good thing.

One day, you approached his office, maybe in hopes of landing yourself in a better position than the one you have now. The large wooden doors let you know his massive size. Let alone, how tall it was. You knocked, atleast you hoped he wouldn't yell. But he let you in.

"What? What is it, I'm busy." His voice rumbled, an agitated peak on the tip of his words. No backing down now, he already knew your presence was right at his office door. All you could do is take the cold door-knob into your hand and twist it. The door creaking only slightly as it pushed open with the weight you pressed on it.

Maybe he would be kind... Oh, who are we kidding? It's Big Jack Horner. You hoped he would let you get a position higher up, maybe to earn more money or get more benefits. Upon your request, a brow raise was the response. You started to panic. You tried to keep calm, maybe keep talking. But not too much talking, it'll make him... Mad. He let out a scoff, as he hushed you, telling you to make with what you were saying. Allowing you to ask to... Maybe work right by his side. It didn't take too long for him to think.

Wow. That worked?... You started dressing up more professionally, now knowing you were just an assistant. You wondered why he... Didn't yell at you for even asking. Maybe he was desperate to get everything taken care of. Or, maybe it's just like every other business man, just an assistant to even just be there.

One day, you approached the large factory once more. The water wheels churned and practically chugged water while also spitting it right back out. You felt that a business person outfit may be the best idea. Well, more of like a silky red dress. The neckline not too low, it didn't show off your bust. No special corset or bodice, but a simple design. The sleeves slowly draped into a bishop shape. The dress slipping to your knees, stockings that hugged your legs, that slowly slipped into a shoe-covered foot, your heels not too tall but not too short. The heels were a coated black, to balance out the colors. But the outsole coated with red, matching one with the insole. And, to keep modest even more, a simple coat that hid you more. To top it all off, you now adorned a single necklace, one you had found and decided to keep. Pearls.

( MALE READER! ) -- You adorned a nice coat, a simple red cover. You had a grey vest underneath it, hiding the white shirt that was hidden under layers. You had slipped on a black tie, that balanced the colors out, but yet kept it fancy. Slowly sliding down the beautifully stitched back seam, traveling down it led to the black pants you had slid on over your boxers. You wore a belt, not too intense, but just to keep it held in place. Your shoes made a tap sound as you walked, almost providing your importance to Jack. But, to top it off, you slid in a handkerchief in your outer breast pocket, showing off the white of it.

You seemed pretty proud of your new outfit! Something better than whatever you typically wore. You slowly slipped into the building, the whiff of pie slammed into your face like a fluttering bag in the wind. You always seem to forget how sweet the entire place smelt. But, not to focus on other details, you snake to his office, greeted once more by the large oak doors.

He sat at his desk, sat at the large chair that adorned his weight and height just right. The top plastered in a large crown, but the cushions looking like ones that felt like heaven upon sitting on. His eyes snapped up to you, a small scowl on his face as he finishes up a phone call and places the phone upon its little holder. Two lamps lit up on his desk, the right side had papers placed upon it. Was he mad? He looked mad...

But he wasn't mad. He had taken a glance to your dress, how the bodice slowly slipped down your curves, but your coat covered the bits that could've been seen. How he could tell you were wearing stockings, by the darker bits upon your legs... And God the heels were perfect. He focused back up on your face. There was one problem..

( MALE READER!! ) - He had taken a glance to your suit. How the coat slipped over your body, how the vest hugged your bust. How the tie had brought the outfit together. How your pants coated your legs, that adorned the dress shoes that held your feet in a rest. He focused back up on your face... There was one problem.

You quietly approached the large wooden desk, as you quietly snaked towards the papers on the desk. You could easily tell it was papers for you, no shame to it of course. You knew what you signed up for, duh. You slipped your hands under the stack of papers, easily sliding them off the desk to rest in your arms. You began to write and sign and read and-- paper. After. Paper.

This went on for so long.

Too long.

The more and more you hung out around him, the more he couldn't help but watch you. You had such a softer voice talking to him, you had always finished work quickly and tried to do as much for him as you could, how you also seemed to.. Watch him. He took notice. You watched him do his own thingnand oh god. It drove him crazy.

He knew what he needed to do.

Every day you went home, he always took the chance to watch on the crystal ball, the fog morphing into your figure as you walk inside, as you cook food, as you take care of your animals, as you relax...

Even as you get undressed to take a shower. Or to go somewhere. Oh god, everytime he watched, pools of drool threatened to spill out his mouth. Hell, he couldn't even.. Help but feel himself while you took a shower.. It was his lucky day when you masturbated and he could watch.

The more he watched the more he enjoyed.

But the more he watched. The more jealous he got too.

He hated it.

When he would watch you go in public, how you would so happily say hello to people and be so.. Sappy to people who didn't deserve it. To lowlives that plagued the planet like acne upon the face of some teen going through puberty. These peasants always plagued the planet, yet now that they talked to you? It was worse. Way worse.

He couldn't help it. He didn't want anyone else to have you. Not friends. Not family. Not anyone. Not anything. His and his alone, that's what he thought.

He knew you better than anyone else. That's atleast what he thinks. You don't even know whats going behind the scenes. He knew everything about you. Down to every little detail. You bite your nails in a nervous situation? You play with your hair while trying to focus? You tap your leg to the beat of a song? You laughed a little too hard at a joke he made? You sleep on your side? Your back? Your belly? You like lavender or vanilla smells? He knew everything. He loved everything about you. Every fine detail. Every... Fine... Detail.

Oh god how it made him crazy.

Oh god how it made him sick with need, the claws of a rabid animal scratching and screaming in his skull. He never felt this way about anyone. It was.. New. It was.. special.

He kept using everything he could to keep you under his eye.

Soon, it grew and grew.. in both of you.

Soon...

You two couldn't keep hands off eachother, the desire for the other was so strong it couldn't be tamed. The sound of slapping skin echoed his office like a drum beat, the hot breath in your face, the entire room heating up with sex, smelling of sex, practically releasing the aroma of pheromones that were being shared to the other. He left purple bruises plastered upon your neck, upon your body, every beautiful seductive part of your body was coated in harsh hickeys, that were tinted yellow from how bad the bruising had been.

You. You were FINALLY his.

Even if you didn't know it. He owned you.

Soon, you started to be working side by side more and more by him. Any opportunity to keep you by his side, he took it.

One day, while counting the boxes of ingredients for pies, you heard the door click open. Your head turned back, as you held the bulletin board close to your chest. A male baker had stepped in, flashing you a small smile as he approached a box to pick it up. Your clipboard paper only halfway filled up with details..

One day, while you counted boxes of ingredients for pies, he sat in his office. He locked the door, making sure the doors were deadbolted, so not even a bull rammed it's large head into it. He held a small notepad, thay adorned a velvet purple cover, with a little latch that clicked when you pulled at it, a little button allowing it to stayed closed. He scribbled in writing, pages of the notepad even taped in, glued, even random things taped in. Everything since the day you started working as his assistant was written down. If you smiled at him? If you picked something up for him? If you tripped over yourself? If you giggled at him? Everything. Even if you just nodded at him, it made him crazy.

You laughed as the male worker chatted with you. He made jokes, ones that made you laugh and giggle. He held the wooden crate of flour that was forced into bags. You seemed to he lost in the moment, just chatting and chatting with him.

He slammed the notepad shut, his face heated with tinges of red that caused even his eyes to he bloodshot. An evil smile upon his face, his love was not one to play with. Jack picked up the pink orb that showed him what he wanted, what he chose to see, now wondering why his beautiful helper was taking so long with the list. The colors fused and merged, the sickening froth of colors soon forming into the image of you. Standing there. Talking to another. You... Were... Laughing, with some PEASANT?

The guy had soon left, a happy smile upon both your faces as you started, once more, on the checklist. Your pen making a small scratching sound at every check or mark you slid upon the paper.

Big Jack Horner. That's who this guy wants to mess with? Him, of all people! He should've know that he was the ruler of the factory, no one should be talking to you anyway! He kept the image of the baker in his mind, as he slipped the notepad into his outer breast pocket, an angry scowl on his lips as his eyes danced with anger. The more he thought, the more gasoline placed upon the fire inside. He slid out of his office, his large footsteps letting it be known who was leaving, who was approaching. He knew where the worker would be..

Just to so easily...

Slip them away from everything...

To take them to his office...

To slip a baby unicorn horn out of the holder upon the board he showcased them on.

To slide it through their throat, to hear the satisfying sound of joy echo from the baby unicorn horn doing its job.

What was he gonna tell you..? Your friend was now missing and gone...

Of course, you took notice to the idea your friend was gone. You were upset. Even if you knew him for just a bit, you wished you knew where he was. You sat so sadly at your desk, but he made you laugh, why does this happen?

He couldn't help but notice your sadness upon your friend being gone. He couldn't bare it. He needed something. He slowly turned his chair to face you, his large hand taking the both of yours. A sad look upon his face, a look of worry and... Caution .

You couldn't help but be confused, but he began to speak...

"Maybe.. It's for the best, hm?" He spoke, a melancholy tinge hinting his voice with a sick hue. "He.. Wasn't a good man.." A lie. He spat out a lie without even thinking of it, he knew how to get his way. And he would.

"What.. Do you mean, Mr. Horner?" Innocently, you fell for the lie. Why wouldn't you believe him? He was your closest friend here anyway, he must think the same of you.

"Cruel, terrible people live here. People who want to hurt you, like him. Stay away from them."

"Mr. Horner, I don't understand.." What was he going on about? You watched his eyes swirl with madness, what was going on. His hand clenched yours more..

"Be grateful I've done everything for you."

"... What...?"

Oh god. You watched a smile plaster upon his face, his eyes softening upon viewing your face infront of him. What was he going on about?

An angry scowl came across his face when you had asked 'what'. He angrily snapped his jaws, spitting out angry hisses. "Everything I've done for YOU? You pulled me into some sick sappy feeling. No one has EVER. EVER. Made me feel this way. You made ME want YOU." He snapped, your eyes widening with shock and maybe even fear.

But...

What if you enjoyed it..?

You felt heat tinge your face, practically attacking your cheeks and forcing its blush upon the tips of your ears. You felt like putty in his hand... "Mr. Horner..? You.. Want me?" You purred out, feeling your heart beat quicker.

His eyes widened. Did you like it? Oh god! You did! A sinister smile suddenly slammed onto his face, his eyes suddenly slicking into a half-lidded state. He practically had hearts in his eyes, his face heating up with blush. "Forget about everybody. Everything. It's for the best. Everything comes secondary to you. I come first." He smirked out, he knew you were in his grasp. "Don't EVER. Fucking think about leaving me. I will rip your heart out of your chest."

You felt like melting. You loved this shit. This was YOURS. ALL FOR YOU!

He did things for you. He was this desperate for you. He was willing to kill people for you... He wasn't playing a game with you either. He wanted you .

And god..

You loved it.

He showed you love behind closed doors, but he made it known for all that you were his, he marked you, he even went as far as to brand you... A harsh burn on your delicate skin now read 'Horner Pie Co.'.

But it was a match made in heaven.

Now, when you cuddle him, he pretends to be asleep. To feel you play with his hair, to feel you easily cup his face, and purr out how much you adored him for loving you for you. You may not have been as crazy for him, but you loved it.

And...

You would pretend to be asleep.

To feel how he kisses your head, your cheeks, how he suddenly pulls you towards him, whispering about how much he loved you. How he would never let you go. How he would even use Midas Touch to keep you by his side, like a little decoration to him.

One day.

He knows he'll marry you.

[jackhornersimp]

So I might've made my own Captain Price Yandere AI, since there's only like 2 on there, if there's any characters ya want me to make Yandere, let me know! I'll even do Jack Horner!

My profile there is @/ASO_Bravo6

~jackhornersimp

[starleska]

I hope you had a lovely trip! Hopefully this doesnt seem too demanding, but do you have any jack horner headcanons you're willing to share? Romantic, perhaps even yandere/possessive? Or just general headcanons? If not thats perfectly okay!!!

d'aww thank you sweet anon, i had a great time!! although i am very sleepy now 😴 i'm not even gonna lie to you, i whiled away the train journeys by gazing out of the window and thinking up little meet-cute scenarios with Jack 😂😂

oh HELL yes!! don't you worry, that's not demanding in the slightest - i'd be happy to oblige 😉 honestly this has steered off more into backstory/total fanfic territory, but i hope you like it anyway. i’ve written this with a bit of a feminine-leading-nickname bias, but this is for all readers!! i’m nb myself 🥰 feel free to substitute certain names for others 🔥

'Big' Jack Horner x Reader romantic/yandere headcanons:

historically, Jack hasn’t had much interest in romantic dalliances. coming from an upper-class family with a great deal of wealth means he received plenty of offers even when he was young, from hopeful families wanting to marry into his lucrative business. however, Jack always found the suitors from these families dull and predictable; they knew exactly what to say and how to say it, and their compliance infuriated Jack to no end. 

as a result, throughout his teens and early twenties Jack mostly abstained from romantic connections. it was at this time that he began to increase in size: he shot up like a weed and bulked out enormously, which greatly increased interest from a variety of parties. this came alongside his succession to the head of his pie business, and the flourishing of his criminal empire. although Jack was propositioned left and right, he only engaged in the occasional date and/or lay, and considered them to be stress relief. 

as his obsession with collecting magical artefacts and increasing his power grew, Jack’s dim view of romance as nothing more than fairy tale junk - something he has come to abhor - solidifies into a type of confident nihilism. he believes that he is simply built different, and that truly powerful figures don’t concern themselves with such trivial matters. that is, of course, until he meets you. 

at first, Jack is horrified. first, he believes he has fallen ill; why is his heart beating so fast around you? why does he feel hot and sweaty and clammy all at once when you pop into his thoughts? this quickly descends into a type of paranoia: he is convinced that you must be some type of magical artisan, one who has cast a spell to drive him mad. we know Jack isn’t the patient type, so he confronts you, dragging you into his office and threatening you with the business end of the Huntsman’s Axe from the Little Red Riding Hood fairy tale.

rather than the reasonable reaction of terror and attempting to escape, you stammer and blush, almost hyperventilating at the proximity. he’s so much larger than you, and it takes everything you have not to melt into his arms. you manage to tell him that you find him impossibly charming, and just being around him makes you feel lighter. this takes a moment for Jack to process. he questions you repeatedly: “You find me attractive?” “Y-yes.” “You’d like to become an item? With me?” “Yes, sir.”

once he is certain that there is no trickery afoot, Jack is ecstatic with you. the full extent of his smarm and arrogance pour over in waves. Jack is not a man prone to embarrassment , and he makes no secret of your relationship whilst going about the daily business of running his criminal organisation and pie factory. he freely plays with your hair, rubs your shoulders and gives you kisses in full view of all his workers, much to your humiliation, but the way Jack looks at you with approval after every  teasing show of affection makes it all worth it. Jack’s staff even give you a  nickname: The Baker’s Wife. 

in no time at all, Jack becomes your fiercest protector. someone calls a rude comment to you in the street? they’re found the next day, strung up by their thumbs outside the village walls. a debt collector comes to harass you and your family? how interesting: they choke to death on a pie, overstuffed with plums. you soon find that members of The Baker’s Dozen are assigned to keep you safe: following you around his mansion and accompanying you outside without so much as a word. you try to question Jack about these events, knowing in your heart he is responsible, but the way he tells you, “No one hurts my princess,” makes your heart squeeze. indeed, day-to-day Jack treats you like royalty: only the finest garments, cuisine, and entertainment for the love of his life. 

however, in private, Jack lets his sadistic side shine. he is delighted by how easy you are to fluster: how a filthy whisper or a well-placed touch can make you tremble and squeak. he enjoys your size difference, playing with you as if you were a doll, and he chuckles darkly whenever you squirm. there’s nothing he loves more than pinning you against a wall with a blade, enacting the predator/prey dynamic he knows you enjoy so much. he leans in close and breathes into your ear, telling you how small and helpless you are, and how easy it would be to rip you apart. he relishes in making you beg to be touched, how much you crave his silver tongue and those awful, atrocity-stained hands. Jack tells you that you are his, forever, until the day you die: and that is something you love more than life itself. 

hope this is what you were looking for, anon 😉

[deathisararemercy]

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[agent-love-101]

Not sure if you're still taking Jack Horner/Reader requests...but maybe a headcanon for Jack Horner with a reader that is magical user or creature of some sort? Maybe some kind of sorcerer or fairy? A fairy would be fun tho.

i am so excited for the ask, i lost my previous draft for it unfortunately :,( hopefully i remember everything though!!

tw for yandere themes, sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for!!

Jack Horner x Fairy!Reader

let me make this very clear for your safety.

you are a possession to jack.

i wouldn't be surprised if you spent the first few weeks of your...um...stay, in a jar on a shelf. (in my opinion that sounds cool, get a few sugar cubes every now and then ^v^)

sometimes you would wake up with the jar in two large hands, with two pale indigo eyes staring back at you.

it was no secret; jack was infatuated with you.

and that infatuation comes with privileges.

gaining his respect to the point where he lets you out of the jar into enclosed spaces, then to free roaming his factory or mansion.

but don't be fooled, that doesn't mean you have him wrapped around your little finger.

he's still in control. his mansion is now a more permanent residence for you. If he's at his factory, you either go with him or you stay at home. in the jar.

sometimes he glides his finger against your wings, but you can't help but worry sometimes.

i mean, as gentle as he may be, it wouldn't take a lot of force to pluck those pretty little wings off.

that's why you don't disobey.

overall, you live your life feeling protected but with little freedom; you live with only one worry; Jack.

if i could summarize this prompt with photos, it would be these ones!

i have a small headcanon (at least for yandere Jack Horner au's) that he has fairies mounted like these, with eerie labels with the fairy species but sometimes even the fairy's actual name. imagine how eerie that would be!! best not take advantage of his generosity.

[agent-love-101]

Sorry if I accidentally already sent this request but I saw your fairy reader/Jack and I was wondering if you could do headcannons but with a merman?

Big Jack Horner x Merman!Reader

being yanked from your home in the water was bad enough.

but being stuck in a giant FISHBOWL? how humiliating.

if you can change forms, you best believe jack tries to control when you do.

if you have your legs, then you're with him. if you have your tail, your in your habitat he oh-so-generously provided for you. no negotiating that.

if your a self-proclaimed (or it's your actual role) protector of sea life and you get on his bad side, he will definitely invite you for dinner.

whats for dinner? halibut of course! don't like that? well we have smoked salmon too. fishcakes, crabcakes, lobster dishes...

"don't be shy...eat up."

[restlesscrybaby]

Jack Horner as a yandere mafia boss x reader? 👀👀👀

GRAHH ME LOVE MAFIA BOSS STUFF <33

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~ JACK HORNER HEADCANONS. ~

~~ YAN! MAFIA BOSS. ~~

× 'It's just, I'm constantly on the cusp,' ×

☆ CONTENT WARNING : Obsession and yandere things, mafia stuff ( violence, language ), nsfw themes. ☆

Sex, money, drugs.

Sex, money, drugs, murder, sex, money, drugs murder, s--

Yeah.

Being apart of the mafia isn't easy.

I mean, for Jack, the ringleader of it all, it is.

At his barking command, man would follow and obey. Listening to every word that dripped from his harsh tongue.

Off by a tad when giving that money to the mafia, ohh, how upsetting.

A gun was placed upon the head of a male, who failed to listen to what he was told. He tried to scoot away, try to trick JACK HORNER into thinking that the money he was given was all he had from that robbery.

What a fool.

He clicked the trigger, the barrel ready to fire upon his ever-lasting command.

But, the doors opened.

He was hunched a tad, as he had been looming over the tied up male that was on his knees on the floor. His pupils shot towards the doors, as two of his men brought in you.

You...

...

Who were you?

Confusion sprang in his chest, like a rabbit leaping from ground to ground.

He lowered the gun, as now the barrel aim towards the floor, as he scowled towards the two who dragged you in, they held you by your upper arms.

They explained to him, they caught you trying to steal from the pie business.

A cover-up business, but one he did truly enjoy.

He rolled his eyes, an angry hiss escaping from between plump lips, as he ordered around a girl, telling her to drag the guy off. To some kind of chamber , you couldn't tell.

Your head was spinning, you couldn't hear. They really knocked your ass out, huh?

But, the shadow of the looming male towered over you, what a monumental, butr yet gorgeous, man. His beautiful curves, those eyes that had wrinkled dripped out to the side and ohh...

You couldn't help it.

"Has anyone,, told you you're-- Gorgeous?" You stumbled out, words tripping over eachother,

Shock.

His heart almost stopped beating, his chest raising in on the big deep breath he took upon hearing that word slip out your teeth.

...

Maybe, you'd be of use.

And you were.

You stole money, magic, everything to satisfy what he needed.

More and more, his heart beat quicker when you stepped in. Oh my god, you drove him mad with desire. For you.

Oh, how he fantasized of you, his palm itching at his bulge, that foggy pink ball rested on its cushion, as water drizzled down your body, as you unknowingly showered...

God..

Damn.

Oh, but how sweet you were to him..

Your sweet coos, your soft purrs, your gentle touch upon hurt wounds caused from fighting, your jokes, your laugh, your smile, your grin, the way your nose scrunched st a bad smell, the way you rolled your eyes, the way you messed with your hair, your--

...

Everything about you drive him wild..

He sat in his chair. Such a long day.

Killing, selling,.buying, everything was so long..

But, he picked up the pink crystal that held your very image that made him so happy everyday..

His palms rested against the sides, as fingers curled and held upon the glass figure rhat was his. That he possessed so very well. He loved this little ball.

And how much content it helped provide him.

Oh..

How he loved it.

"Show them to me." He demanded out, as brows furrowed down towards his eyes. The image began to become foggy hues, the original cute pink fog morphing into disgusting colors, as it began to form your image.

You...

Why were you talking to them.

A rival? Are you serious!

An angry hiss escaped from slightly parted lips, as he felt like smashing that stupid little crystal into tiny, Itty bitty, pi--...

...

He watched closer, his eyes squinting as his lips pursed in anticipation. You moved strange.

But he watched as blood splattered upon the table that was in that dimly lit room, the aura was.. So much...

...

"This is for fucking with my boss, you fuckin' lowlife loser!" You screeched, as you drove the blade deeper into their chest.

...

There it was again.

That heavy beating.

That blush, that tinge of feeling that coated his cheeks like the sun on a good day...

Oh my god...

For him...

He reached and grabbed a stack of cash, and he pulled out a perfectly fitted ring.. Don't worry, just some stalker business..

...

You will be his.

He will kill you if you reject.

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× 'Of trying to kiss you.' ×

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MAFIA GRAAAAH

[restlesscrybaby]

Soooo I'm curious what would happen if Jack found out that the reader was just as obsessed with him as he is? Like the reader has some yandere tendencies maybe Jack had an assistant that was getting a little so close for comfort and she mysteriously disappeared? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

OHHH >:O33 WHAT A FUN CONCEPT

~ YAN!JACK X YAN!READER ! ~

~ 'I've always heard it's what inside that counts.' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : Violence, Harsh language, obsessive energy, stalking, ☆

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Oh, what a beautiful day to be in love!

Well, not for those who are jealous.

Well, Jack was always jealous. Whenever some guy got too close, whenever some people hung out too close to you, whenever you looked happy with others, ohhh..

It made his blood boil.

You could rip his heart out of his chest and take a bite out of it.. And he'd still love you.

Oh, but he couldn't say he was the only one.

You loved him so very much. It made you so angry.

Being his little baker, you felt so special, how he told you he liked your baking, or how he calmly told you how to do something, but how he was so violent towards everyone else. You were like the only person in the world.

But, you got jealous too.

Too many people. Too close. Too many chances. You hated it. You wanted to smother all those annoying fucking cunts who DARED try to take your love from you.

But, you were getting far. You were getting closer and closer every day, you wanted to just tie him down. Never leave his side.

But, he was getting far. He was getting closer and closer every day, he wanted to just use midas touch on you. Never leave his side.

But, a new assistant rolled around..

One day, as you used a baking rolling pin, you held the two little handles, easily pushing the dough out. You made sure to stretch it out, into an oval shape, as you began to pry it off the baking sheet. You held the loose dough, as you popped it into a baking tin, a smile forming on your face. Horner pies.. Oh, you loved his pies.. Even if he didn't make them, there was love in them.

You heard his large heels click against the floor, his strides footsteps almost engraved in your mind. You recognized it righr away. Oh, he was coming to see you! Oh, oh, oh!! His, his, his! You were his and he was yours hahahaaa!!

The large metal doors to the kitchen creaked open, the metal hitting the wall with a bang. It alerted everyone who was coming in. You didn't dare turn around, you acted like you were too focused crimping the crust onto the tin..

"Oh, what a wonderful kitchen, Mr. Horner.."

...

What.

What the fuck. Was that.

You heard a sultry voice, almost like a ringing tune in your head, haunting you already.

You heard him respond, saying it was nothing, nothing compared to his personal kitchen.

WHAT!?

You snarled, as you gripped the tin. You grabbed the bowl of cherries, as you easily poured them in...

...

You looked in the little metal bowl, as a single cherry lay there, awaiting. Still hooked with another cherry, that lay beside its stemmate.

... you had an idea. You pinched the tip of the stem with your pointer and thumb, as you lifted the sweet little red ball of flavor. You rushed over, as Jack was showing the... Nuisance.. Around the kitchen.

"Mr. Horner!," You chimed out, as you held up the cherry, "Try the cherries! Did I sweeten them well enough?"

His eyes turned towards you, his vision focusing on you. Oh god. You were talking to him. His heart was practically about to jump out of his chest, like he was ready to pounce and jump upon you, wanting to eat everything about you whole.

But he smiled, but itndropped soon. He let out an 'aggravated' huff.

Oh god. Was he mad at you?

He plucked a cherry from the stem, making sure to be gentle, as though he was trying to get the magic snacks into his hand once more.

He opened his large mouth, as you watched him suck the cherry from between his two fingers. He chewed, as his eyes widened.

Oh, anything you made was delicious. Perfect. Oh god, you were so perfect. You were giving him the cherries you made and oh god you were driving him insane.

"... Delicious!," He announced, a dorky smile approaching onto his face, "Ship all of the cherry pies you make out."

Oh, that made you so happy.

...

But he still walked off with that bitch.

Every day she worked there, she kept getting closer. And closer.

Until, one day, when you came into work, you slipped on your bakers hat. Your dirty button-up had been cleaned the best it could. With his logo right on the left chest pocket area , as though saluting his company.

You were happy, you had a written confession, you had gifts in your bag, you had snacks for him, today was the day you told him everything! He wouldn't reject you, ri--...

SNAP.

W.. What?

You watched as his assistant put a hand on his belly, a smile coating her face. She said something, but the ringing in your ears blocked everything she said.

No. You wouldn't allow it...

You waited all this time.

She wasn't doing this.

She wasn't doing this.

He waited all this time.

No, not for her, he wouldn't allow it. Everything was for you.

In his notepad, pages scribbled the name 'Y/N Horner', coated in different inks, oh god he needed you. Not this petty assistant! He wanted her gone! Gone!

But, as you sat in the break room, you held your sandwich with both of your hands at the bottom. You took a bite out of the sandwich, as flavors exploded in your mouth.

Then she walked in.

In that stupid.. Red, button-up coat, that stupid black, knee-high, tight dress, those stupid stockings, those stupid 3-inch pumps that adorned red tops and black undersoles, that stupid natural nude lipstick, that stupid natural eyeshadow, that stupid mole under her eye, that stupid way she kinda tumbled every now and then when she walked, that stupid smile, that stupid EVERYTHING.

But, you smiled.

You invited her over to sit with you...

And she did.

And you talked...

You invited her to your place...

...

You never gave Jack your confessions, you got too busy. You'd do it tomorrow...

But, you were so excited. So dressed nice. S--

Ding Dong!

Oh, goody...

You opened the door, as she beamed and thanked you for inviting her over...

You listened as she babbled..

Well, you let her think you did...

You stepped into your kitchen, your shoes tapping gently against the floor as you opened a drawer. You slid out a kitchen knife, as you held it by the handle that adorned a cute coating, you don't remember it now, you were too focused, the adrenaline pumping into your chest like a starter.

She sat at the kitchen table, innocently , thinking you were just cooking dinner...

...

She began to say something about Jack.. About.. Wanting to get with him.

Adrenaline shot through your veins like a wildfire, like a hawk in a pen of crippled roosters. You couldn't help it.

You charged towards her, your knife slamming into her head. You did it so hard, the knife wouldn't come out. You didn't even think of gloves, blood splatter, or how to clean it.

It took a moment, her words slurring as she tried to ask what you were doing, before her brain had stopped upon impact of the blade.

You couldn't pull it out, but you didn't care. You needed to dump it somewhere, quick. You ran to your backyard, as you began to dig. Not with a shovel even, but with bare hands, desperate to get rid of it.

...

The fogs colors hued into one, as the vision of you killing the assistant faded off.

A dark smiling curled upon the tips of his lips..

Oh, you were his.

Oh, he was yours.

He gripped the letter you wrote for him in his fingers, almost tearing it in half with the mere force he applied. You had left it at the table when bribing the girl over.

He always had a chance.

If you ever left him,

If he ever left you,

He would rip you apart.

You would rip him apart.

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