#yandere fan x reader

[suiana]

(yandere! fan x gn! idol reader) (cw: murder, stalking, slight nsfw, yandere stuff)

Yoon-Jae likes to think of himself as your biggest fan.

He buys all your albums, attends all your fan-meets, hell, he even buys all your merch! He just wants to support his favourite idol after all.

You deserve it. Really.

He still remembers how you used to be laughed at by the other students for being a nerd.

You, his old high school classmate, the one he's always pined after even when you were a cute geeky nerd that got teased on a daily basis. Those were good times, he thinks. Before your rise to stardom and exposure to the rest of the world. When times were simpler and you were just someone he had a huge crush on because you were so his type. You two didn't even talk to one another but he had already decided that you were his crush. His first and only crush.

Yoon-Jae still finds it hard to believe that time has already passed by just like that. It's been a good couple of years since you two were in the same class, he still can't believe it. Cute, nerdy, and a little bit of a loser. Sure he knows he's popular and attractive, but opposites attract don't they?

He remembers it like yesterday, to when he first decided to act on his growing feelings for you.

It started out with small things. Following you around in public, being your own personal paparazzi. A little click here and there never hurt anyone. Not when you were so beautifully going about doing your things. His breath always hitches whenever he brings his camera up to his shaky blue eyes to snap another picture of you. The perfect you.

It was like you were made for the spotlight. Made for the cameras. I mean, how could you not be? You're perfect. Everything about you is like a blessing from the god's above. Your smiles, your laughter, the way your face would flush a little from laughing too much... Everything about you needed to be framed in a mueseum. Truly a work of art.

Click, Click, Click.

His camera fired away at everything you did. Even the most mundane of things. The tall Korean man estimates he probably had taken about 5000 pictures of you on a day to day basis back when you both were still students. If you ask his present self how many pictures he takes on a daily basis now it would probably be 2 or 3 times more than what he used to take.

In any case, he finds it a little cute how you were completely oblivious to his photo-taking. How you went around your day-to-day life while remaining blissfully unaware of the photos he shot of you.

Then things got a bit worse.

He thought it wasn't enough to just follow you around outside. No, he needed a glimpse into your private life, the one you kept behind closed doors. Yoon-Jae thought it would help him learn more about you.

And it did. It helped him to learn more about your character. About the person that hid behind a pair of thick round glasses and a nervous stutter when around others in class. The person he saw through a rose-eyed lens.

It was as though he got a glimpse into your soul.

So of course he had to continue breaking into your house to see you in your private space. Of course he had to install cameras in your room to observe how you acted when no one else was around. Of course he had to watch you 24/7. Of course he had to.

It was cute seeing you dance and sing around like some famous idol. Your voice was always so soothing that he'd fall asleep while watching you. This was something he never thought the cute little nerd in his class would enjoy doing. But if it makes you happy he'll be more than happy to support it. You were already an idol in his eyes anyway. It's even better if you wanted to act like a real one.

To be honest, he had secretly hoped you'd notice him. He finds it arousing to say the least. To be caught doing such an intimate thing with his beloved muse... It sends his heart racing, sweat rolling down the sides of his pale forehead as his member strains painfully against his sweatpants.

But you never did and he can't tell whether it's a blessing or a curse that you were so oblivious. No matter, the dark haired man can wait. He's always been patient after all. It's something his mom praised him for since he was young.

The more he learned about you, the more Yoon-Jae couldn't help but be a little peeved that you were still being bullied. He couldn't understand why such a sweet thing like yourself would get teased and called names for liking things so passionately. It's cute. So very adoravle. And he absolutely hated it that others would make fun of you for it. He hated it.

So he decided to get rid of them. What is the point of their lives if they couldn't appreciate the perfection that you are? They are the scum of the earth. Vermin who didn't deserve to live.

His usually neat and tidy appearance was a mess by the time he was done getting rid of the first person. He still regrets wear his favourite white shirt to get rid of all these pests. Their filth got all over him after all, blood and tears staining his pristine clothes.

Yoon-Jae remembers his mother horrified expression as she immediately clutched his arms, asking if he was hurt. He had to repeatedly reassure her that he was fine and just doing it for you. Her face immediately relaxed after that.

"You found your other half then? Are they like your father?"

"Mom it's not-"

"You should bring them back soon. I want to meet my son's beloved! I've been waiting for this day for so long!"

The Korean guy was so confused by his mother's words. Love? He never saw what he was doing as love. He thought it was just... doing what he should do. You're perfect so he should devote himself to you. That's how things are, no?

He started questioning himself after that. Did he... love you? Really? I mean, yeah, he did have a crush but it couldn't be love, could it? Love is a really strong word... He thinks he's just giving you the attention and affection you deserve.

In the midst of getting rid of his final victim, he decided to spill his heart out to them.

"I just... I don't know whether I really love them, you know? Like... I'm doing all this but... It's more like, I want them to be safe and protected from all the bad people. And yeah, maybe I wanna get with them too but that's not very important, is it?"

"U-uh..."

His soft black locks stick to his sweaty forehead, his chest heaving slightly as he continues talking about his feelings to the half dead person. Maybe they'll give him some enlightenment? I mean, they decided to harm you... They should at least give him some advice, no?

"Hey, what do you think? Since you decided to make fun of them you probably know right?"

"I-I don't know-"

"What was that?"

"I meant you probably love them! P-Please don't kill me!"

And just like that, it was like a switch was flipped in his brain.

He made quick work of the person... Well, at least they were useful in the end. He supposes they're not totally good for nothing.

Yoon-Jae decides to confess to you the next day. He brings in flowers and sprays his special cologne. He's positive that you'll reject him today, but he doesn't care. He'll just continue to confess until you finally give in and love him back. You're bound to fall for him one day or another.

Sadly, his luck completely failed him that day and you weren't anywhere in sight. At all.

He spent the whole day asking about your whereabouts, fretting over your well-being as his minds spirals into a states of paranoia. Were you kidnapped? Did someone hurt you? Sick? Where the hell were you?!

And that's when he heard it. You got scouted by an entertainment company and moved to a school closer to your agency.

An idol. You were going to become an idol.

It was as though his heart had stopped and his whole world was flipped upside down. Oh.

Oh.

The realization that you were actually going to stand on a grand stage with hundreds of thousands of eyes on you finally settled in and his heart couldn't help but swell with pride. His idol, his beloved idol. The one he loved and would protect to death. Yoon-Jae couldn't help but feel satisfied knowing that some person finally realized your potential. Took them long enough, he mumbles while walking back home with the bouquet of flowers.

Was he sad that he couldn't confess to you? Sure, yeah he was. He's not going to deny it or lie. It really fucking hurt when you weren't there to witness his confession. But the fact that you had actually gone to become an idol... That made everything all better.

He'd finally be able to worship and love you like you were meant to be worshipped. An idol. His idol. He'd be able to prattle and gush about you without receiving any weird looks. Everyone else will be doing the same thing anyway. They can't and won't be able to judge him. In fact, they'd be understanding of why he's so obsessive over you. You're perfect, he repeats. Such perfection is worth losing his mind over. He's sure everyone would agree.

He can't help but grin in excitement as he anticipates your debut. A cute concept? A sexy concept? Both? He thinks that you'd suit everything.

When you finally debuted he feels like he could die at that second. You, in all your glory, was standing in the middle of a stage. A soloist. The sole star of the show. He's glad your agency hadn't put you in a group. He'd feel bad for your other members, already knowing that you'd outshine them all. It's not even up for debate.

It's no surprise that Yoon-Jae's the first to buy all your merchandise. The first one to book tickets to all your shows and fan meets. He's in the front row screaming your name with his heart, blue eyes all wide and cheeks flushed as he publicly displays his devotion for you.

You don't notice him at first, but as time goes by and he continues to support you, he's become a familiar face amongst your ever growing crowd. Yoon-Jae. You hadn't realized that the popular guy in your old class had liked your music so earnestly. Maybe it was a safe haven from the horrible deaths back in your old school. You believed your music to be comforting after all.

His slender hands intertwine with yours as he appears at your fan meet for the nth time. He comes bearing more gifts than before, way too excited to chat to you one-on-one again.

"Darling, darling! You look amazing like usual! I bought this expensive cartier necklace for you today. Do you want me to put it on for you?"

"Haha, of course. You're my sweetest fan! Come put it on for me?"

The lines between idol and fan slowly start to blur to him. Yoon-Jae thinks that you truly mean what you say whereas you were just doing what an idol does. Fan-service.

But Yoon-Jae doesn't care about that. Why would he? You're his other half. He even got his mother to watch your content with him. She says she's eager to meet her son's future spouse. His father is a little bit more reserved, always hiding in his room and reading quietly, not wanting to talk to him. Whatever, he'll meet you one on one when the time comes. And you'll be his when the time comes. Though he loves you as an idol, he loves you as his lover more. The tall black haired guy is already counting down the days to when your contract ends.

For now, he'll continue supporting you as your biggest fan. He always will be your biggest fan even after your career too. You're an idol in his eyes through and through and nothing will change that.

Nothing will ever change that.

[yurlittleangle]

Yan!Male Stalker x Fem!Influencer Reader

Ask: Yandere male stalker X influencer Fem reader. He's in a parasocial relationship with her and she's a twitch streamer, (THIS IS OPTIONAL YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT.) maybe something a long the lines where he comes to give her a Valentine's Day gift, but he creeps her out or sent and freaks out

The neon glow of your gaming setup lit up the room as the chat flowed rapidly across your screen. Hearts and emotes of all kinds flooded your monitor as your voice, light and playful, danced through your headset. The Valentine’s Day stream was in full swing, and your audience—affectionately dubbed your “Valentine Squad”—was eating it up.

“Thank you, guys! This support means everything to me,” you said, flashing your signature smile. Your voice was genuine, but there was a tinge of exhaustion. Streaming for hours straight, constantly reading comments, and trying to stay energetic was draining. Still, it was worth it.

Among the sea of usernames, one stood out: AlwaysWatching92.

They were one of your most consistent viewers, always in your streams, always donating just enough to stay noticed, but not so much as to come off as too obsessive. Or at least, that’s what they thought. You had already begun to notice the patterns: the long, heartfelt messages; the way they seemed to know personal details you had never shared online; the slightly unhinged tone in their comments when you didn’t acknowledge them fast enough.

“Alright, guys, let’s take a quick break,” you said, hitting your BRB screen. Your voice softened, the artificial cheer dropping for a moment.

As you stepped away from your desk, a sudden knock at your apartment door startled you. It was late. Too late for anyone to visit.

Your heart skipped as you approached cautiously, peering through the peephole. What you saw made your stomach sink.

A man stood there, clutching a bouquet of roses and a small, heart-shaped box. He felt disturbingly familiar—too familiar. His mask matched the profile picture of AlwaysWatching92.

You hesitated, unsure if you should even open the door, but he noticed the shadow of your figure through the peephole.

“I-I’m sorry to come unannounced,” he stammered, his voice muffled through the door. “I just… I wanted to give you something special for Valentine’s Day. You deserve it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He shouldn’t know where you lived.

“How… How did you find me?” you asked, your voice trembling despite yourself.

There was a long pause. “It—it wasn’t hard. You mentioned your favorite coffee shop once, and I—I just followed a few clues… I wanted to surprise you.”

Your chest tightened. “Look, this isn’t okay. You need to leave.”

“But I—I thought we had something special,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’ve been there for you every stream, every moment. I’ve supported you when no one else did!”

“You don’t even know me!” you snapped, anger flaring past your fear.

The silence that followed was deafening. Then, his voice dropped to something darker, more desperate.

“I know you better than anyone else. Your favorite color, your laugh, the way you look when you’re tired… I’ve spent hours with you. Days. Months. You can’t just push me away!”

Your hands shook as you fumbled for your phone. You started dialing emergency services when he suddenly shouted, “No! Don’t do that! Please! I—I’ll leave, okay? I just wanted you to know how much I care about you!”

You stayed silent, your phone trembling in your grip.

Finally, you heard his footsteps retreating. You waited several minutes before looking through the peephole again. He was gone, but the flowers and box of chocolates remained on your doormat, a sinister reminder of his presence.

You locked the door and called the police, your voice shaking as you explained the situation.

As you returned to your desk, the glowing monitor and cheerful chat felt alien, like a relic from a life you no longer inhabited. You forced yourself to smile and address your audience, pretending nothing had happened.

But in the corner of your room, your phone buzzed.

A new message:

Unknown Number: I’m sorry if I scared you. I’ll be better. Just don’t forget about me.

[acid-ixx]

prequel: again &. again. (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)

directory: prequel, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five pt 1, chapter five pt 2,

read until the end for an author's note.

what hurts more when it comes to neglectful batfam that adopted you after jason's death (that eventually turns a 360 after you have left) is probably the fact that they always had time for you, it's just that they never chose to spend it on you; an extra burden to their family rather than an addition. if they had time to spend, they spend it on anything or anyone else but you. it's not that you don't share interests with them, it's just...! they have way more priorities that push you further back into their list of 'to do's'; though you know you'll always be the last of that list.

bruce has to juggle so many tasks as the billionaire playboy "brucie wayne", a father of an ever growing family, and gotham's dark knight vigilante but somehow, you're aware he could easily fit in one or two more children into his already booked schedule— he just never seems to consider you worthy enough apparently. or maybe it was because you were too silent, you set boundaries compared to your other family who are outspoken about what they want, what they need— but there's one thing for sure that sets you off from your siblings; you're not a vigilante.

you were merely a child of a one night stand; a child raised too well. you were behaved, you never complained, and you were just, you. and being normal (at least in their level of extraordinary talents were you a mere droplet) amongst a family of talented individuals makes you easily a ghost. was bruce to blame with his neglect? definitely. if he was able to balance his life so easily, then maybe as the world's best detective would he notice you packing your things day by day without update. maybe that was why you never once hesitated the moment you stepped outside the manor, permanently.

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence. sure, he smiles at you with those shiny teeth of his, but despite him looking at you, he never notices you for more than a second, right after he would skidadle his way to another sibling's room, bothering them to spend more time with him, never you though. it occurs to you that he has only entered your bedroom once, and that occurrence was years ago. even then, he didn't last a minute inside there before running away once more.

family matters more than anything to dick. hell, he was enraged at the announcement of jason's death and even beat joker to a bloody pulp when he realized tim fell into his hands. he's ready to defend damian, barbara, steph, cass, and duke with his life. it's his duty and obligation as the family's eldest brother, of course. but were you considered family to him? were you considered a sibling in his eyes, or were you just the resident roommate of the mansion? you question that endlessly because everyone, family and friends, seem to be smitted with dick, but you eventually gave up trying to vye for his attention. it's fine, really, if you were just another civilian to him, because he was just another person to you too. just like in a circus, you would always be the intermission rather than the main event. and with that, you take your leave.

jason was the most forgivable to you, second to tim. he was never there, and he would've probably put effort into spending time with you if not for the fact he despises bruce and the mansion and wouldn't and couldn't last a second stepping into it. he never met you when he was robin, it was only right after his death did he discover were you taken in and that added fact alongside tim being his replacement turned him bitter with resentment. though his hatred for you receded over time, he wouldn't really be caught taking a minute with you because he always sneaks inside the mansion and crime in gotham never seems to lessen. because of that, and your unwillingness to become a vigilante to kick ass with him and the others, he wouldn't be able to fully take an hour with you.

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes, and with a heavy heart, you book an apartment away from the wayne manor with your own atm card; hope irreversibly dead and unable to revive a sliver of faith, even if it was dipped in the lazarus pit would it never come back as the same.

tim drake is always tired. just like bruce, his days are filled with investigation, crime fighting, and worst of all; high school. that's of course that least of his worries the moment he drops out. tim was never the guy to talk much. he only does when he needs to make an impression for others, or when he needs to manipulate people for potential information. his life revolved around fighting, from when he solved the case of bruce wayne and dick grayson being batman and robin respectively, up to his current identity as red robin and occasionally robin. he'll often be found in the batcave working with babs on a case or working alone in his room.

it's no mistake that you were the most distant to him, never once knowing about his interests or even hobbies and vice versa. it was a given that at the very moment you pass a glance at him, you knew it was a 'mind your business' type of relationship with him. if you were a mere ghost to dick, then you were just a spec of dust to tim. it was unfair to assume he would never care for you, he does! only in a way where you were another person to save if you ever were endangered, but would that be enough to stalk you to the point he gains every insight about you? not really. you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers. yeah, your feelings about leaving him weren't as bitter as the caffeine he drowns in his system, but you were still hurt either way.

damian wayne, from his birth, was taught and raised to prioritize his mission as an al ghul, to be the one continuing the legacy and to shed blood on anyone who opposes. when he was given over to bruce, it took a hell lot of effort to turn a new page and become the next robin. it was, with no doubt, that despite his 'redemption', he would be a tad bit crueler to you than the others. unlike tim, who he persistently bothers, you were untalented, worthless, and a stain on the reputation of the wayne's. even jason, his father's greatest mistake, had more value than you.

maybe it was fine-tuned jealousy, maybe he was mirroring his father and dick's actions towards you with his own sick twist of violence. either way, you would rather avoid the boy, lest you face the wrath of his sword. it wouldn't be wrong if you came to hate him, actually you do, but despite your endless game of cat and mouse with you as the unwilling victim of the chase, your poor heart couldn't fathom the thought of not excusing his actions as that of a child's. you tell yourself everyday, 'just ignore it, he was raised like as to be a menace after all' but you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together. the resentment eventually builds up until you blow up and just, give up. within your final moments in the manor, you figured to leave some belongings that you collected overtime that were supposedly memorabilias that you wish to show off to your family. like his pieces of art, you could only explain your life in the family as black and white and as bleak as the streaks of charcoal that rubs against the pages.

when dick was jogging through the desolate halls of the manor, he noticed the place seemed to be more... empty of some sort. and he knows pushing that feeling into the back of his head would only result in more questions than answers. so he decides to enter the spare rooms one by one until he comes across your room (he doesn't know it was yours, though), turning the knob without knocking.

that was when his eyes seem to dilate. his nose catched a faint whiff of bleach (was the room deep-cleaned?), vision seemingly closing in on the few furniture left alongside a diary and other boxes left neatly on your bed, with other smaller trinkets left untouched on your bedside table. he didn't remember you mentioning anything about leaving, hell, he doesn't want to admit his lack of memories about you but—

wait...

didn't he promise to take you out for dinner months ago...?

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: this is one of my favorite pieces of writing i have ever done and i like it a lot so i hope whoever reads this likes it too. if you all want to read more of this, then please leave a comment or reblog because i heavily appreciate it and it motivates me further to write this type of content! the reason i have come to a long hiatus is because, as stated, the lack of interaction with content. like i said, i will still write for genshin but i am open to expanding my fandom list. (p.s. i hope you like the way i had to connect their interests or a part of their past to the reader.)

heavily inspired by @klemen-tine's work: Glass Bones and Paper Skin, @gotham-daydreams' work: Not [], and @onmyyan's work: Ain't No Sunshine.

[improper-use-of-germx]

Alien who gets badly wounded when a mission goes south, you have to sling one arm over your shoulder and drag them to a doctor. While they're fading in and out of consciousness they begin purring, limp head pressed into the side of your neck so you can feel the rumbles travel through your entire body. Just this massive, blissed-out alien who isn't even comprehending that they're hurt because you're here, and they've wanted to express their feelings for you for so long but didn't want to scare you away. Good luck escaping their iron grip before the meds wear off, and if you somehow do, watch out! All their fuzzy mind can remember is that they had finally had you, and even the worst injuries won't be able to stop them from trying to have you again.

[talkbycolor]

red is my favorite color

me on my way to make an os of 404 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

[wanderingelvis]

just thinking about what elvis would be like with you if you had a stutter or a stammer.

he’d be so patient with you, not everyone is, they get easily frustrated and fed up that you can’t get your words out properly but not elvis. he lets you take your time and it’s almost even more intimidating that someone is waiting for you to finish speaking.

but he won’t just say encouraging words to you, he’ll gently trace soothing circles into the small of your back. kiss your knuckles after rubbing them with the pad of his thumb, playing with the loose strands of your hair as he tells you “s’okay honey, y’doin’ just fine baby.” when you look to him desperately for comfort and reassurance.

he knows your prone to shutting up altogether when the nerves get the better of you but he loves nothing more than coaxing those thoughts out of you.

you’ll feel your mouth go dry as you try to manage a coherent sentence, getting all worked up and upset when you can’t do it but he never makes you feel bad for it.

you’ll sniffle through tears as elvis lovingly holds your hands and speaks to you softly but firmly, telling you that, “now, there ain’t nothin’ you gotta be upset about baby, you’re tryin’ your best ain’t you darlin’? hm? now i’m real proud of ya, tryin’ y’best like that, there aint no need for those tears now princess.”

and then he’ll let you collapse into his big hold, his arms engulfing you as he presses tender kisses to the top of your head, letting you get settled again as he soothes you.

and even if he tries to encourage you to speak and finish your sentences, sometimes he knows that ain’t always going to be the best thing for you.

like when you’re in a boutique, buying all them pretty dresses that elvis just loves to put you in, and the shop lady shows you something just gorgeous, and all you can do is try to get your words out.

“tha-a-tha-th-“ it’s on the fourth stutter that your eyes go all glossy and panicked, seeking out the big n powerful man like you’re just some little lost puppy searching for her owner.

and so he’ll step in, taking a hold of your little hand in his big coarse one and turning to the shop lady to speak on your behalf. “thanks honey, that’s awful kind of you to show us this. looks like it might just be the one that this little one is gon’ wear tonight.” he says fondly, the shop lady and elvis both looking at you with patience and a smile for you to swallow the lump in your throat and nod — that’s all you can manage for now but it’s enough. and sure, sometimes you feel like you’re four years old and unable to do anything yourself, not even speak, and the frustration gets to you, and the fear.

when you first began to date elvis, you’d wait for him to snap at you, the same way your parents would for embarrassing them in front of others, but elvis doesn’t do that — the thought wouldn’t enter his head.

no, elvis instead crouches down, whisperin’ “such a good girl,” to you. “such a polite, good girl huh?” he practically coos, knowing it’s hard for you, knowing how hard it is for you to even try to speak sometimes.

so elvis reminds you that you’ve tried and that is what matters most.

and elvis is always proud of you for trying. it’s okay if you can’t get your words out, he knows you and he understands you. and you love him, oh how you love him and how he look after you and takes care of you.

sometimes the stuttering makes you insecure, that elvis will get just as fed up as the memphis mafia do, or colonel tom does, but he doesn’t and he won’t.

he loves every part of you. stutter or no stutter, you’re his and he loves you.

note; had a bad week with my stutter, failed a test in a course i'm taking as it was part speaking and couldn't manage it, got rlly upset and rlly hating myself for it, so i thought writing down a lil about how elvis would be with me would help.

masterlist is here

request an elvis imagine etc here, i always love new ideas

love u all ❤️‍🩹

[meo-eiru]

happy birthdaaaaaaay 🩷✨🖤

not to sound dramatic but your art really made a huge difference in my life. i don’t know if i would’ve picked up the hobby again, had it not been for your posts 🤍 i haven‘t drawn since i was 15 and finding my love for it again has been nothing but healing and wonderful. thank you for creating and sharing it with us freaks, please have a wonderful stress-free day with all your loved ones!

also as a gift, here‘s a continuation of dancer darling and elias (I had snow wife as an artist in mind but you can insert whoever you fancy)

after confiscating the knife and laser pointer

Ok so I teared up reading this

Being able to reach people through my art, let alone inspire them, has been like an unreachable dream for me. Even still getting asks like this, hearing my art played in you re-connecting with your own feels unreal. The bond between an artist and their art is sacred, and it always fills me with so much joy seeing how creative and talented this community it.

Your comics are always full of charm and I'm SO glad you reconnected with art again, I'm encouraging you to keep going and I hope we can see more and more of it!!!

Being sappy aside this comic is frying me lmaooo. I love our inclusive king Elias, really hating anyone and everyone regardless of gender and/or sexuality. This is what being an ally is all about🙂‍↕️

Also the laser and knife killed me, like what is he going to do throw it?? We all know his ass would fail

[4k-starbound-k4]

Crybaby

Yandere!Kinich x Reader

Tw.18+,fem reader, dacryphilla, stalking, noncon, breeding, abuse of power, degradation, male manipulation,oral fixation, kidnapping if you squint aka Crimes against women tm

MINORS DNI!!!

His heart pounded as he watched you talking to another man. It’s been two weeks since you both broken up on his account. He thought at first you were a distraction, he couldn’t focus on his work with you around. His mind clouded with thoughts of you, and now it was worse.

At first he wanted to just stop this feeling, but how could he? It only stopped when he was with you and now his remedy was talking to some “random” at the Stadium.

He walks behind you listening to your conversation. As he pretends to shop around.

“I think you’ll fit in just fine, my dear!” The man smiled and took your hand delicately

“Well when do you leave?” You asked softly

“In four days, meet me at the Children of Echos and we’ll be on our way. It’s only a day's journey. You should be in the court of Fontaine by nightfall.” The man’s voice was cheerful.

Fontaine?! You were leaving for Fontaine?! Why!? He knew you weren’t from Natlan but to journey to Fontaine so soon? What could possibly be there…?

Suddenly he remembered when he took you to watch the stars and you smiled at him.

“You know? One day I’ll be a star; I’ll dance on a stage. You’ll come to all my shows, right?”

The sparkle in your eyes then making that small voice in his head grow, telling him to lock you away so that you could shine for only him. There was a price for his heart, for his love, one long over due for payment.

His mind wandered as you started out of the stadium. He quickly followed you as you walked through the valley, a small basket of groceries as you headed towards your camp. He quickly ran to catch up with you before taking your basket from your hand.

“Fontaine? You can’t just leave.” He asserted, a bit more demanding then he had hoped

“It’s not your choice to make. Now give me my stuff.” You roll your eyes almost setting him off

Kinich held the basket above his head in a childish attempt to prolong your encounter. So when you reach for the basket he grabs your waist pulling you close.

“Baby, listen to me.” He attempted to speak, but it was clear you weren’t listening to ‘nice’.

You lifted onto your tip-toes to reach his hand and he kept moving it from out of reach. He wasn’t that much taller than you, but he was faster. His eyes narrowed when you pressed your chest to his in an attempt to get your things.

He dropped the basket and quickly grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. His gloved fingers pressed tightly into your rosey cheeks. His topaz eyes narrowing at you to stop and finally listen to him as his other arm wraps around your waist making it so you couldn’t escape.

“Come home, I made a mistake. You can’t survive in Fontaine alone.” He said harshly

“Yes I-,”

“No. The fuck. You can’t.” He growls pulling you closer

“Kinich let me go,” You struggle against his bruising grasp

His hand quickly moves to your neck keeping you in place, “Archons above, you don’t listen. I said come home! What are you going to do huh?! Dance?,” he scoffs before softening his voice, “You know no one wants that. You have me, that’s all you need. I’ll make it so you know that. Just come home baby.” He purrs rubbing his otherhand up and down your side.

You wheeze, before he kisses you roughly. His lips were soft but still left bruising kisses. Hard, possessive kisses patterned your jaw and down your neck. His hand slipping from your neck to your thigh.

“See? I can be affectionate, just come home. Please I need you.” He begs before grazing his fang like canines across your neck.

“Kinich please let go, you’re hurting me.” You try to get through to him but he ignores your whimpers.

He picks you up and looks up at you. The swirl of emotions was unreadable as he seemed to weigh the pros and cons of just taking you. His ever rare smile graces you in a cute lopsided smirk that seemed all too sweet once. However, it didn’t make your stomach flutter, it sunk.

“At least let me take you home.” He says carefully

“I’m fine, please just put me down.” Your voice shaking as he walks you through the Valley.

Kinich seemed to ignore your soft pleads for freedom. The evening becoming dark soon as he walked you to a lone cave where you had hidden yourself. The cave had been your home the last week since you both had broken up. He almost felt bad for you, thinking this was better than just swallowing your pride and coming home.

He places you down on the ground, his gem like eyes watchful to your every move. He looked around and noticed some things he had given you.

“You still have those?” He queried about the rocks and such he had collected with you and Kachina one day.

“Of course I do… I loved you Kinich.” You look away and tear up.

“Then let me fix it, baby, I can fix you.” He says looking down at you on the ground.

The way you looked up at him made his stomach flutter. You had a lasting effect on his stoic manner, Kinich was not without his vices. His most addictive being you.

“You can’t just fix what you said! You told me you were bored of me, you said you didn’t want me anymore.” Your voice cracked into a whimper, making his eyes darken.

“I didn’t mean it, I was afraid I’d- you’re very important to me… if I lose you — if you leave me I’ll have nothing.” He said struggling to find the right words as he started walking to you until he was hovering over you.

His eyes watched the way your chest rose and fell, how you struggled to wipe your tears. Your blush grew as your nose and cheeks got red from how roughly you pushed and pulled to rid yourself of tears. He mattered so much to you. His eyes softened and he crouched to your level.

“I’m sorry.” He said his voice barely a whisper as he cupped your cheek.

You nuzzled into his touch, before pulling away narrowing your eyes. You have been manipulated before. You had been led on time and time before. Taken too many hollow apologies and soft sorrys to just merely forgive him.

“No- I don’t forgive you. You- you don’t mean that at all.” You denounce, looking over his face for a tell…

His smile fell and his eyes became void, “Just come home. I’m not playing this game with you anymore.” He said annoyed.

“You bastard! You did this! You pushed me away! You can't just-!“ You yell at him, attempting to pull yourself away from his overbearing grip.

He grabbed your hand roughly, “You misunderstand me, baby… I am sorry. I’ve always felt sorry for you.” He smirks standing and looking down at you.

“You-“

“I saved you from the Fatui! I gave you a home, friends, confidence,” Kinich broke his sentiment into a pause, leaving you desperately hanging on his words, “Love. I gave you everything you have now. You could never repay that, at least not as you are.” He grumbled in his usual tired tone.

You attempt to stand, trying to pull away only for him to grab you by the hair, forcing you back on your knees. His gaze made you feel small. His eyes lidded as he pushed your head to his clothed crotch.

You grit your teeth and try to pull away from his tight grip. You could feel how hard he was as he made you nuzzle his bulge.

“Can’t you just stay here? With me? I wanna see you cry those pretty tears. My sweet girl. No one else can have you, not until you repay me for all my kindness.” His lazy tone mocking you as he thrust against your face.

“Let me go!” You attempt to yell.

You hadn’t lashed out at him much before, he never really liked it. But this time he heard that familiar crack of fear tug its way out your pretty little throat. Your cute attempts to be scary amused him, he couldn’t help but chuckle. He revelled as his laugh made you misty eyed.

“Stop acting like you’re helpless; you can get out of this baby. You just don’t want to hurt me. Right? That’s why you’re crying? Because I’m going to use you just like everyone else? Silly little girl, still so naive.” He said looking you over.

You sat so pretty back on your knees, legs spread just the way you were taught. Just enough to grind yourself into the floor on command. Back arched and tears flooding your eyes, pleading and scared. He wondered how many times someone had you in this position before him for you to sit so pretty.

“You can’t survive without someone who can protect you. Aren’t I better than those bad men who used you? Must you fight me further? I know you need me too.” He said his voice scratching back a growl as he watched you start to squirm.

“Kinich- please let me go.” You begged with a sweet whimper as he narrowed his eyes.

He pulled out his cock unceremoniously, letting his heavy length push against your face. Stroking a bead of precum into your cheek, his face unimpressed by your defiance. You just won’t listen to reason.

The hand that was still in your hair jerked you roughly to keep you from moving. The other stroking himself on your delicate skin. Smacking your face with his sweaty cock in an attempt to make sure his scent never left your skin. He pushed the tip towards your pouty expression, and pushed against your lips. You resisted.

“I can just fuck you if that’s what you want? I’m sure you’re more then accustomed to being fucked without any form of lubricant. But it’s going to hurt, you already struggle to take me,” he threatened, admiring your full lips as you tenderly started to suck him off, “That’s what I thought.” He huffs, throwing his head to the side, watching you carefully.

“Why can’t you just come home, I don’t want to hurt you,” he brings his hand to his mouth.

Hissing and sighing out a groan before biting the tip of his gloved finger and pulling the glove off. Kinich quickly gathered your hair in his hand. He wanted to feel every bit of you from your skilled mouth to your soft hair.

“Just be mine” he begs, thrusting deeper into your mouth, making you gag.

The sound of you gagging and the way your pretty eyes rolled back, how your tongue stuck out pornographically and how tears fell down your cheeks. He fucked that precious look out of you, ignoring how you dug your nails into his hips, desperately clawing for air. His eyes half lidded as his eyebrows furrowed, pulling you back when he was close. Stroking out thick ribbons of cum onto your face, he watched mesmerized as it dripped slowly down into your mouth and onto your lap.

He kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. Kissing you roughly as he revels in the taste of his cum on your tongue. You attempt to pull away, leading his grip to tighten, his nails digging into your tear stained cheeks. Pulling away in a huff he looks you over and pulls his knife off his belt cutting down your top exposing your chest. He sighed wistfully, his hand moving down to your hip and shakily back up to your waist.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He whispered feeling his cock twitch as he watched your nipples harden from the chill of the night.

“Kinich please, I-I’ll go home please.” You begin to beg. Your voice caught in your throat when he snapped his eyes to look at you.

You were still crying.

Didn’t you know how much he loved when you cried? He kissed you softly, however as he wrapped his left hand around your neck like a vice. Roughly slamming you to the ground he watched emotionlessly as you whined and struggled, scratching at his wrist in a weak attempt to get him off. Still refusing to attack him with your full power.

That’s how he knew you still loved him. You wanted this. At any time you could use your vision, delusion, even summon your weapon. Yet you cried. He theorized you could be in shock, but you should be used to this. People turning on you. Or did you know just how much he loved you?

“K-Kinich.” You wheeze.

He snapped from his thoughts and pulled your panties to the side and slammed into you. Pushing graciously to the base, he had no remorse, or gentleness for you. In fact he smirks as he realizes your body still remembers his shape, perfectly squeezing as you instinctively spread your legs to accommodate him.

He watched as your eyes fluttered and your tits bounced. He nearly praised you for being so obedient, but he bit his tongue. Slamming into you again before dragging out slowly. Watching as he pulls out of your dripping cunt, sticky strings of your slick connecting you both.

He started getting faster, deep thrusts kissing your cervix as he started to get lost in the feeling of you. Releasing your throat he lifts your legs by the thighs as he fucks into you faster. Pulling lewd sounds out of your mouth and body as he made a mess of you.

Dirt and dust coated your hair as you bounced on his cock like a toy. Cum and drool drip from your face as you moan and whimper for him.

“Kinich please! Please,” you hiccup and cry, “I’m sorry, baby, please!” You apologize.

“Good girl, after this we’ll go home and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you princess.” He grits, thrusting to the syllables of his words.

His thrusts slowly lose their rhythm as he gets closer. Chasing a high that threatens to overwhelm him, kissing you passionately as you cum around him. Pussy fluttering and squeezing each drop out of him. He fucks every last ribbon into you, determined to give you a reason to never leave.

“You’ll be mine forever.” He says biting your neck roughly as he ruts inside of you.

Slowly he pulls out and humps against your swollen clit before sitting up and looking you over. He stands only to pack himself away.

“Let’s get home.” He said picking you up princess style.

Slowly he gathered a few of your important items and carried you to the Scions of the Canopy while you slept. Luckily for him not many people were out tonight. They might ask questions.

Walking into your shared home Ajaw made himself known, “You did a number on her!”

“Shut up.”

“You should let me use your body to-“

“No.”

“But last time she-“

“No.”

You stirred and woke up at their petty argument. Kinich kissed your forehead taking you towards your shared bedroom. His heavy boots thudded against the wood floor.

“Kinich I don’t want this, please.” You whimpered your voice hoarse as you started to sob in fear.

“Yes you do. I’ll make sure you remember that. I’ll make sure you never leave me,” He smirks and nuzzles your face, kissing your tears, “Don’t be such a cry baby, I won't ignore you anymore. I promise princess, I’ll love you the way you deserve.” His voice dipped into a warning as he kicked the bedroom door closed.

Slam

[silky-nereid]

hi!! I made another event form but it’s for the NSFW , SFW and Yandere alphabet! Also, let me know if something wrong with the form or if I need to add things to it.

read here if you want to request for Ellison Sawyer/Caretaker, I already did the NSFW alphabet for them so you can only do the SFW and Yandere alphabet for them!

[iwachu]

Work night - YBG comic

Heyyy hi there, long time no see haha (geez I've been inactive for a long time sorry ;;;;)

Apparently I hadn't adapted very well to tumblr and I left it for a while to do other things, but when I wanted to make this comic I was looking for a good medium to publish it and that the quality wouldn't be affected. It was then that I remembered that I had a Tumblr account and well---- when I logged in I was surprised by the amount of reactions that my first and only publication had. I literally almost fell off my chair haha, I can't believe I had so much support. Seriously thank you so much to the people who liked my art and decided to follow me ;;;;A;;;. Sorry to leave you with a blog full of cobwebs.😔 But well, here I come back to show one of my comics of this beloved golf ball head.💙 I might use this tumblr to upload only comics or something like that, it will depend if people are still looking for more of this interesting character hehe or who knows. Anyway I hope you like it and enjoy the comic ✨

[bangtans-momma]

Twisted

Pairing: Best Friend Jungkook and Jimin x Reader / Y/N

Rating: 18+ MATURE, Sexual themes, Violence, Non consensual, Guns, Mention Of Deaths And Killing, Smut, Adult Themes, Hard Swearing.

Genre/Theme: BTS AU, Fan Fiction, Yandere, Dead Dove Don’t Eat, Non Consensual, One Shot, Masked Man, PWP, Best Friends To Lovers.

Word Count: 9789k Words

Description:

When a psycho breaks into your home in a creepy purge mask and threatens you with a gun, what do you do? Especially when he starts to force you to do sinful things with your best friend Jungkook. You realise that you have no choice but to comply or get shot. But just maybe you don’t care because you have always wanted this to happen anyway, because you are already in love with your best friend. Now all you have to do is try not to show how compliant you really are, but it’s much harder to keep it hidden than you thought.

Triggers And Content:

BTS AU, Dead Dove Don’t Eat, Yandere BTS, Best Friend Jungkook, In Love Reader, Virgin Reader, Subby Reader, Masochist Reader, Low-Key Yandere Reader, Reader Has A Fear Kink, Yandere Jungkook, Yandere Jimin, Psycho Jungkook. Psycho Jimin, Obsessed Jungkook, Stalker Jungkook, Voyeur Jimin, Masked Jimin, Sadistic Jungkook, Jungkook And Jimin Are Manipulative Brothers, Killers Jungkook And Jimin, Non Consensual, Dubious Consent, Home Invasion, Hard Swearing, Threats With Gun, Masked Man, Jungkook Is Packing In The Trouser Department, Rough Sex, Vocal Dirty Talk, Daddy Mentioned a Few Times, Subbing, Pet Names Like Kitty, Sweetheart And Babygirl, Name Calling Like Whore And Slut, Degradation, Some Humiliation, Voyeurism, Manipulation, Corruption Kink, Choking, Oral Sex (F), Anal Sex, Taking Virginity, No Condom, Cream Pie, Cum Shot Jimin, Some Gun Play, Biting, Hair Pulling, Squirting, Jerking Off, Blood Kink, Mentions Of Other Sexual Practices, Mentions Of Drugging, Mentions Of Somnophilia, Mentions Of Oral Sex (M), Plans To Film Somnophilia, Talking About Killing Women And Men, Mentions Of Disposed Bodies.

Authors Notes:

Warning ⚠️🔞 This is a mature rated 18+ story, no minors allowed on this blog. Adult themes and there might be triggering themes. THIS STORY INVOLVES VIOLENT THEMES AND NON CONSENSUAL THEMES. TALK OF KILLING BUT NOT DESCRIPTIVE. READ THE TRIGGERS!

There is no name on this, just pet names so you can decide who they are.

I do not own BTS or their likeness. This is only fan fiction that comes from my own imagination and any depiction of BTS in any of my stories does not represent them in real life. None of this is real life, only pure fiction. None of the behaviour of the BTS member's namesakes OR anything else that happens in my stories represents them in reality.

MY MASTER LIST: HERE

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Twisted

How the hell did this happen?

Jungkook and I are currently being held at gunpoint by a man in a scary Halloween purge mask. It’s one of the later masks but I recognise it. I'm scared to death that we are about to die and really horribly. I’m clinging to Jungkook as I shake with adrenaline, I’m terrified we will get hurt or shot by this maniac. My mind races as I wonder how he broke in here, but I think I already know. I lost my keys about three weeks ago and I now think that this man found them.

We had fallen asleep cuddling on the sofa watching a horror film at my house and were rudely woken up by a psycho yelling at us to wake up and to not do anything or he will shoot us. It’s Halloween and we decided to not go out and watch scary movies at home instead.

I nod frantically at the crazed man, hoping that he just wants to rob me as I cry in my Hello Kitty pj’s, whilst Jungkook wraps his arms around me to comfort me. I bury my head into his warm chest feeling somewhat comforted and safer.

“Stay fucking still and do everything I tell you to do! If you behave I won’t hurt either of you. If you try anything I will shoot you straight in your fucking forehead! So obey me and after I’m done I will leave you alone, safe and sound and I will never come back here again”

The masked man savagely growls out waving his gun around in a threatening manner.

“Wh-What do you want? You can. . can take my purse, it’s in the kitchen in my handbag. And I. . . I have loads of expensive things you c-can have. Please don’t hurt us”

I stutter at the man who points his gun at me yelling and scowling at me to shut the fuck up. That he doesn’t want my pathetic money. I whimper feeling terrified and Jungkook shushes me, hugging me tighter.

“Aww so sweet to your best friend, aren’t you, Jungkook? Hmm I wonder how much of a best friend you are? Are you truly only friends or are you secretly thirsting for her and wanting to fuck her sweet ass? I bet she tastes so damn sweet too, she’s a pretty little thing. That ass is magnificent, you must have imagined violating her as you thrust into her tight asshole. Just like your last friend huh? But she didn’t want you either! Friendzoned again”

The man rasps out lewdly, sounding so damn perverted as his eyes devour my body in my short’s and vest pj’s set. I sink into Kookie’s arms trying to hide myself, trying to make myself smaller. His hand is constantly caressing my back to comfort me. I’m scared as this man knows our names.

“Fucking pervert! Shut the hell up!”

Jungkook sneers angrily at him and my heart starts pounding because I’m scared of the consequences of taunting this crazed man.

He starts laughing maniacally at Jungkook. I know about his other best friend, she treated him horribly and used him like some little love sick slave. He became friends with me about a year before she died. He now has some mixed feelings about her, her name was Jade and she died last year, she shot herself and it was a huge scandal. So many people got questioned and they didn’t show her in a good light.

“Ha ha ha! You want to see how much of a pervert I am? Strip her, right fucking now!”

The masked man glares at him and roughly presses the gun into Jungkook’s head. His eyes are dark and scary, they look almost black. Maybe it’s the purge mask shadowing his eyes. But I can still see that depraved need glinting from behind that mask.

I panic when Jungkook tries to refuse the man and he points it at his leg threatening to shoot different parts of his body until he behaves. The man sadistically starts counting down from ten and when it gets to two I frantically yell out that I will do it. To not shoot Jungkook.

“No I told Jungkook to do it, fucking strip her! I wanna see those amazing tits and that juicy ass. How can you stand being around her without wanting to fuck her in those tight booty shorts and that vest top that’s barely holding on to those big ass breasts?”

The man chuckles sounding wicked and I don’t like how this is going, he’s not here to rob us at all. I look up at Jungkook biting my lip feeling scared but I finally huff, holding my arms up.

He looks into my eyes as he pulls the vest off my body, my chest bounces as the top comes off and Jungkook’s eyes roam over my breasts. He bites his lip nervously but I squirm when I see the lust building in his eyes. Why is he looking at me like he wants to devour me?

“Stand up, baby”

He mumbles out awkwardly and I flush moving off his lap, standing up I shyly hold my arm over my breasts. His tattooed hand goes to my waist caressing it, I know that he’s trying to comfort me in the moment. Jungkook slowly pulls my shorts down and the invader groans as he takes in the sight of my bare butt.

“Fuck, her ass is magnificent. So plump and round, I bet it jiggles so well when you smack it and hit it from the back”

The man groans out sounding debauched, I stand there feeling like a piece of meat as I’m stared at. I shiver and a whimper bursts out.

“Shhh baby, you are so pretty. Don’t be ashamed, it’s okay”

Jungkook whispers to me in a gentle soothing voice.

“Eat her out”

The man abruptly commands and my face darts to him in shock, his eyes are full of debauched intentions and I’m terrified that I’m about to lose my virginity to a psycho. I could live with it happening if it’s Jungkook that does it, but him no. It’s weird that my mind goes to the weird place of “glad I just had a shower”

“Wh-What! Wait. . . I. . I’m a v-virgin. . . Pl-Please don’t. . . I”

I stutter out because I’m now shaking so badly, I’m so terrified but I don’t want to get shot and die.

“Fucking do it, now! Or I will shoot your little thigh! I want to see him devour your cute little virgin pussy. Make a mess of your best friends face, precious”

This man’s voice goes from a vicious snarl to a mocking coo as he calls me precious.

His gun points at my exposed thigh and I see his finger twitch on the trigger. Tears build in my eyes but I ultimately sigh in frustration and lay down holding my legs together, telling him to not shoot me and that I will do it. Then he points it at Jungkook with another stark warning to behave. Jungkook narrows his eyes at him in anger as he huffs out a breath of annoyance.

But Jungkook moves towards me anyway and palms the outside of my thighs in a comforting manner. He shushes me in a calming tone as his hands gently squeeze my flesh. His warm firm hands move slowly to my knees and he puts a little pressure on them to get me to spread my thighs.

I flush and a whimper of embarrassment sounds out as he pulls my thighs apart. A rough low groan bursts out as he looks down at my exposed vagina, I’m really scared as his hands start to caress my inner thighs. What if he doesn’t like it or I’m too inexperienced for him?

“Good girl, it’s okay. It’s only me baby, it will be alright. I’m not going to hurt you”

Jungkook gushes this out in such a sweet manner but it’s kinda seductive too and my mouth parts as he leans in to press a soft kiss to my knees. I shudder and cuss myself out for reacting like I did, could I be any more obvious. The masked man just stands there watching like some deviant. I just wish that my first time doing anything like this wasn’t in front of a psycho.

I jolt when a wet tongue suddenly runs up my inner thigh, I can’t believe my best friend is about to eat me out and in front of some lunatic with a damn gun and a grungy looking purge mask. Hot breath against the top of my thigh pulls me out of my racing mind and I jump, squirming enough that Jungkook has to wrangle my legs parting them again.

“Fuck, you smell you so good. It looks so cute and small, it’s all chubby and your little clit is so sweet. Hmm you are so wet, baby”

Jungkook whines out making me feel shy as I shiver, trying to hide my flushed face with my arm. I don’t want to give my feelings away. I’m scared of the psycho man, but I’m not worried about Jungkook touching me as I secretly always wanted it to be him.

An abrupt tap on my arm with something hard and cold makes me jump in fright. The masked man sneers at me telling me not to cover my face up and watch what he’s doing or he will shoot Jungkook. I gingerly take my arm away and I watch Jungkook as I don’t want to look at that bastard of a man anyway. I whimper when Jungkook’s eyes stare into mine from between my legs, he shows amusement in his eyes before looking back down to my vagina. I’m mortified. And wondering how he can be so natural and nonchalant.

I flinch when his fingers part my folds and at this point my teeth are harshly digging into my lip. I'm scared that I’m going to show my real feelings as soon as he touches me. I have liked Jungkook since I met him but I don’t think he likes me like that. So I decided that I’d rather get hugs and hang out with him as a best friend than not at all.

I hated Jade though, as he chased her around like that and she didn’t even want him. I wanted him and he didn’t see me, he only saw her. I wanted Jungkook to take my virginity but I was too scared to ask and I was worried that he would refuse me due to Jade. Or that I would fall in love with him even further.

A hot tongue laps through my folds from ass to clit, it’s so sudden that I cry out and the masked man mockingly chuckles at me. But before I can brace myself Jungkook does it again and I curse loudly, throwing my head back. Then I panicked as I broke eye contact and watched again as the man told me to watch Jungkook. The very sight of Jungkook’s head in between my legs is sinful and I’m turned on. I could almost forget that I’m being watched.

That’s when he buries his face in between my legs and his tongue is going everywhere like he’s starving or something. His tongue flicking on my clit breaks my inner thoughts and a lewd sounding moan pops out before I can stop it. I’m so sure that Jungkook’s going to be shocked until he groans out and presses his tongue into me, tonguing my hole.

“Oh god, J-Jungkook!”

I cry out, my hands feel like I need to grab something and I fidget but decide to grab the cushion by my head.

I glance at the man and he’s watching us like some pervert, but he’s really quiet. I see him palm himself and realise that he’s going hard. He notices me trying to grab something with my left hand as I see his eyes drift to my right too.

“Grab his hair, precious. I know you want to”

He rasps at me in a debauched manner, but amusement is there too.

I don’t of course and the gun abruptly points at me again, so I gently grasp Jungkook’s hair. This makes Jungkook moan loudly against my pussy and he sucks harder on my clit flicking his tongue against it. I shamelessly buck my hips without thinking about it and my grip gets harder. He mumbles a lewd “fuck” against me.

“Prep her Jungkook, you will be fucking her tight pussy after this. You don’t want to hurt your little kitty, do you?”

The man tells Jungkook in a husky mocking tone and I part my mouth in shock and my mind starts racing. I panic at first but I ultimately decide that at least it’s Jungkook and not him.

A finger presses slowly into me and I immediately cry out and clench around it. My shock starts to fade from the sudden intrusion as his digit slowly starts to pump inside me and I whimper as the dual feelings of tongue and finger are more intense. My grip on his hair gets a little tighter making him groan sexily, I realise that he likes me gripping his hair. I’m shocked by how much he seems to be enjoying this.

His thrusting finger gets faster, I feel something prodding my hole and I realise he’s adding another finger as he licks and sucks at my clit. At this point I’m openly whining as it’s hurting a little, but he’s gentle with me at least. I flush when I hear a wet sloppy noise as he pumps his fingers and starts to scissor them, stretching them out. I gasp as it’s hurting but he tries to distract me, sucking my clit harder making my thighs shudder, I’m so close.

This makes me greedy and a needy bratty whine bursts out before I can stop it, Jungkook actually chuckles at me. The masked man hums and I finally look at him, he’s jerking off and I panic suddenly needing to orgasm so Jungkook can fuck me as I don’t want this man’s sperm anywhere near me.

“So needy sweetheart, don’t worry I will make you orgasm baby. No need to get so bratty”

Jungkook seductively rasps at me as his eyes meet mine, he makes a show of lapping really slowly at me and as soon as I see his tongue I moan so loudly that I shock myself. I’m glad he took my attention away from the insane man again though. I relaxed again after realising that the man was jerking off.

His eyes light up in amusement and he gets more enthusiastic bobbing his head with each flick of his tongue. But he holds the intense eye contact and that’s what finally makes me snap. My frantic ah’s get louder until I fall grinding my hips, gripping harder onto his soft hair. Jungkook moans and sucks my clit softly as he pumps his fingers just as slowly. I’ve never orgasmed so hard doing it myself.

“Hurry up, I’m so freaking hard and I need to see you fuck her. I want to see her tits bounce and see your big cock destroying her pretty little virgin cunt. Fuck, it’s gonna look so perfect. Make sure you taste how sweet she is, Jungkook. Fuck her, now! I don’t want to shoot anyone but I will if you don’t hurry up”

The masked man groans out sounding like a starving deviant. The way he talks to Jungkook is like a friend or a third person in a threesome. But I think he’s a voyeur and he likes watching. I think he likes forcing people to have sex and then gets off on watching it.

Jungkook removes his fingers and I flush when he places them in his mouth, his eyes are so dilated as his lips close around his fingers that are covered in my juices. His eyes close and he groans, sounding so debauched that I squirm a little. I hear a mumbled out curse as he makes a meal of his fingers. I’m sure I’m red in the face as his eyes open and sinfully stare into mine.

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“Tsk! Hurry up Jungkook. Take her into the bedroom, move”

The man scowls and Jungkook breaks eye contact with me, he tuts picking me up walking to my bedroom. Placing me down onto the bed. He starts getting undressed and my mouth is gaped open as he strips down naked. His body is so sexy I almost moan out loudly, I quickly bite my lip to stop any noises.

Jungkook smirks knowingly when he notices me intensely watching him and I flush, my heart is beating faster as he removes his boxers and a huge veiny dick falls out. I gasp in shock as he is going to destroy me, I’m going to be so sore afterwards. He’s porn star thick and long. My breathing has gotten faster as he moves back to me, parting my thighs again. I actually shiver because he looks like a sinful dream kneeling over me. His tattoos and pierced nipples are hot and so are his abs and muscular thighs.

“You don’t need a condom, she’s definitely clean and I want to see you fill her tight holes up. Pump her little virgin pussy full of your cum”

The crazy man growls out staring at me and I shudder because he’s still slowly jerking off.

I’m worried about using no condom, but I’m glad I’m on contraception myself.

Jungkook scoots up nearer and sinfully grasps his girthy dick slowly jerking himself off. I’m thrown by the way he stares at me groaning as he sexily bites his lip. I just stare up at him in awe and the man in the mask actually chuckles and I get irritated that he keeps reminding me that he’s there.

“Damn, I think your little bestie actually likes you. She has feelings for you and not the platonic kind, now this is amusing. I feel like I’m matchmaking. Little kitty has some serious heart eyes for you, Jungkook. Hurry I want to see your bloody cock”

The deviant psycho sounds absolutely gleeful as he watches me. I want to shout at him or deny it but I’m scared to death of him.

“Hmm I know, I have eyes you know. I wonder if she realises that my eyes show the same”

Jungkook smirks as his tip rubs up through my dripping hole, my mouth parts due to feeling turned on but it’s equal parts shock as Jungkook levels me with an indecent stare as his tip pushed inside me. I gasp loudly as he slowly fills me, I feel a pinch and then a little burst of pain, I whimper.

“Shit, you are really tight Kitty. This part is going to hurt but it will get better, relax for me, Sweetheart”

Jungkook rasps in an erotic tone as he thrusts past my virginity with a growled out curse. I cry out panting as he rams in me finally bottoming out. I can’t believe I just lost my virginity to Jungkook, the man I love. I’m panting through the pain as I look into his eyes.

But I’m shocked when he leans in getting closer to my face without prompting from the masked man, pressing his lips against mine with a hum when I kiss him back. His tongue invades my mouth and the kiss is fast and passionate. I whimper as his fingers curl into the strands of my hair, I can’t help my arms wrapping around him and sensually palming his shoulders and back. I hear the man tut loudly and Jungkook huffs, pulling away to stare intensely into my eyes.

“My precious girl, you feel so perfect wrapped around me. So hot and tight, you feel exquisite Kitty”

Jungkook rasps possessively against my parted lips and I know he just felt the reaction from me as I flutter around him, because he curses and throbs in response. I didn’t miss the way he said my, like I’m his.

My heart beats so fast as he kisses me again, this time it’s slow, tender and sweet. Jungkook hand grips onto my jaw gently thumbing my face as our tongues caress each other’s.

“Are you two gonna fuck or what? This isn’t some soppy romance novel. I want you to blow her fucking back out, make her slutty little pussy squirt, Jungkook. I want her actually writhing in ecstasy and moaning out like the cock hungry whore she is. She wanted it to be you so bad, she wanted this”

The unknown man under the mask angrily scolds Jungkook who sighs and gently pecks my lips one last time before kneeling back up.

“Pretty Kitty, you are so damn sexy. Your tits are absolutely amazing, fuck, so plump”

Jungkook rasps lewdly as he runs his palms up my stomach to grasp my breasts. I don’t mind the man demanding certain things as Jungkook is being loving and sinful. And I like both sides of this Jungkook. I’m so dazed and consumed by him.

His thumbs caress my nipples making me squirm and whine, he groans and I feel him harden even more. Jungkook grinds up against me, trying to test if I’m good to go. I actually curse and he smirks at me because I don’t swear very often.

“You feel so snug and wet, babygirl. So exquisite, so beautiful and sweet. Fuck! Ready baby?”

I’m actually panting as he speaks to me in a lewd husking manner, his length is actually rhythmically throbbing inside me. It feels like it’s getting bigger, especially when he earns a moaned out yes from me.

“Fuck her little pussy like a fleshlight or I will make her deepthroat my fucking gun!”

The man presses the gun to my lips and I panic at first but something sinful happens. I kinda like the fear and the fact that Jungkook grinds against me when I flutter around him, but it exposes me. The sexy smirk he levels me with is telling, he knows and I flush in embarrassment.

“Alright, do you want me to blow my load? I’m so fucking hard and turned on by her that I might cum in her already! Hmm I always wanted you Kitty, but I thought you didn’t like me like that and was just like the last girl who used me. But you aren’t, you are special, baby. You feel exquisite, babygirl”

Jungkook confesses, throwing the man an annoyed glare.

My mouth parts and the lewd pulse I feel from his thick girth provokes a roll of my hips and a needy sounding moan. A sexy grin grows on his handsome face and he roughly grabs my thighs to scoot as near as he can. I feel him pull out his perfect length really slowly as he watches it happen. When he lets out a depraved sounding groan, then licks at his piercing as he concentrates on the sinful view, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But the harsh snap of his hips has me crying out and gripping the pillow.

“Shit, I’m sorry it looks so perfect covered in your bloody juices. I guess you really are a virgin huh baby”

His eyes are so dilated as they give me serious eye contact that I know that he isn’t lying about being turned on by me.

That gives me a confidence boost and I realise that I would give this man anything. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Another rough snap of his hips makes me cry out a needy sounding moan again.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you moan little Kitty. You are a lucky man, Jungkook”

The man rasps and I get irritated as he constantly reminds me that he’s there. It’s kinda hard to ignore his moans as he slowly jerks off to us. But he’s weird as he talks to Jungkook and I, it’s like we are all friends.

Jungkook starts thrusting his hips and I just drown in the feeling, I sound so unlike myself as I squirm, my moans are completely feral and every single time I curse Jungkook looks utterly amused. He manipulates my thighs and pushes them back, fucking me harder. I flutter around him and every single time I throw my head back I jolt remembering the threat.

So I make eye contact with Jungkook again, I can see a deviant darkness in his eyes as he’s consumed with lust. His length is rutting against something that has me absolutely wrecked. His eyes are so dilated as he loses more of his inhibitions with every thrust of his hips.

I’m surprised when I start orgasming so hard that I’m wailing as I grind my hips, my thighs try to close and he wrenches them open and straddles me. His hips are spearing against me with short sharp thrusts and I’m so overwhelmed as I twitch through my overstimulation. The way I whine his name provokes him to spew debauched filth.

“Little pussy is so perfect, so tight and soaked for me. Feels amazing, looks so. . . Shit!. . . looks so good taking my huge cock. You make me so hard kitty, fuck!”

He pants as his ab’s flex with every single thrust, the way he holds my small legs makes his tattooed biceps bulge. He groans when my pussy starts making sloppy wet noises with every snap of his hips. I feel so dazed right now.

“Yeah, cream me like a little slut. Shit, you are dripping all down my balls. Such a beautiful little slut though, my slut”

Jungkook actually growls out sounding so filthy and possessive that I clench hard around him. I think the last of his inhibitions are gone. This is finally the real Jungkook and I’m temporarily shocked by this sinful incubus in the flesh. I drown in him and flutter around him in response to his behaviour.

A shit eating grin grows on his face as he knows that something just turned me on and he leans in kissing me with a fervent hunger. Biting and sucking on my tongue and my lips as our tongues touch in a lewd way. I drown further and further until I feel dazed and spacey, I hear the man with the gun say “She’s subbing Jungkook, so damn perfect”

Jungkook growls and pulls out manipulating my body like a puppet as he throws me onto my hands and knees, pushing on my back and ramming into me with a sinful groan. I shudder feeling so turned on by this Jungkook.

“Kitty fuck! You look so small underneath me, so good babygirl”

He husks at me as his hand grips my hair, he tugs on it provoking a loud mewl as we both lose ourselves to lust.

“Yeah, f-fuck me hard, Daddy”

I spew out in a sinful whine before I even realise what happened, he curses loudly and folds his hand around my neck bringing me into his chest.

“Fucking hell Kitty, be careful with that sinful whining, you almost made me cum!”

He scolds me and I shiver against his buff chest feeling so warm there.

An arm goes around my waist and he starts sucking and nibbling at the skin on my neck, making me squirm and writhe. He holds me against his hot body so possessively and firmly that I realise that I like it. I like how he’s acting, it’s turning me on and I feel so close again. Jungkook starts spearing into me getting faster, licking up to my jaw as he manipulates my face bringing it to his and he rams his tongue into my mouth kissing me hard and fast.

For the first time in ages I remember the man is there as my ears pick up a harsh groan. But Jungkook consumes me so perfectly that I can lose myself in him and forget about the man. I concentrate on the slap of his skin against mine, the way his thumb presses into my neck, making me feel so lightheaded and floaty. I home in on the perfectly sinful growls and groans as he’s sucking on my earlobe, digging his teeth into the soft flesh.

“Be a good girl for me, I’m just changing positions. You are so easy for me to throw you about that I’m gonna use you like a hot wet fleshlight. Just relax your body for me babygirl”

He rasps this to me so sinfully in my ear that all I can do is whimper saying “Yes D-Daddy” in a breathy tone because of his tattooed hand around my neck. He murmurs “good girl” against my ear and I squirm against him, I realise that I just grinded against him.

He leans me down slightly, holding my neck as he kneels up more, like he’s manipulating my body to be fucked onto his girthy member. His arm comes under my waist to brace me. He doesn’t thrust this time but he pulls me on and off his cock like it’s so easy, like I weigh nothing. His hand is wrapped so tightly around my neck that I feel dizzy.

My body is being held in the air by him and my legs wrap loosely around his waist in response, inviting a feral animalistic groan from Jungkook. I’m wailing as he manipulates me faster, impaling me, he starts to add thrusts everytime I’m pulled into his cock. I use my legs to pull myself towards his body too, he curses loudly. All I can see are little white stars as I’m so dizzy.

I orgasm without any warning seeing literal stars, a tear falls from my eye in ecstasy and his hips stop the thrust as he just feels me squeezing around him and I earn a lewd moan from him. He growls out that I’m his now and I’m the perfect toy, so easy to manipulate onto his huge cock. I cry out in response still pulsing around him as my orgasm is a longer drawn out one this time.

My legs are holding him to me so tightly as I just rut against him and he lets me grind out my orgasm. His groans and curses are heard as my blurry eyesight returns. I’m gasping for breath as I try to recover and I realise that his length is pulsing inside of me, he’s only just holding on. So I don’t grind anymore I wait for him to be ready to keep going,

“Damn, she’s turned into a little whore! I want you to cum in her tight virgin ass next. Use your cum as lube. Fill her little pussy up!”

The masked man demands and I actually don’t care about him right now, all I think about is Jungkook. My mind drowns in him, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

“Hmm she’s immaculate, absolutely perfect. She feels so damn amazing, absolutely exquisite. Best pussy I’ve ever had, feels like euphoria and ruin at the same time. She’s mine now, aren’t you little Kitty?”

Jungkook gushes as he thumbs my throat as I come down from cloud nine, a raspy breathless whimper in agreement as he calls me his. He finally releases his tight hold on my neck.

He places me back down and literally straddles me, leaning over me with his large buff body. His arms lean by my shoulders, he feels so big like this and I let out a long drawn out moaned sentence as soon as he pulls out and slams back against my butt. “Fuck. . . Hmmm fuck yes. Feels soooo big and hard. . . I love your cock, Jungkook!”

He groans out calling me his perfect little whore and starts fucking into me like he’s feral. Rasping into my neck that I’m about to become his favourite cum dump, that he’s gonna destroy my tiny little chubby cunt every single day. His length is pressing into something with every thrust of his hips, I start making ah noises and mewling.

“Keep going, you found her g spot. Make her squirt everywhere! Play with her needy little cunt, Jungkook. Make her scream, such a slutty little virgin. She was a secret freak, I bet she used to moan your name as she was playing with her greedy swollen clit”

The psycho man groans out as he tugs on himself watching us like some pervert. The gun pointed at my head to threaten me and Jungkook tuts.

Jungkook obeys immediately and starts roughly rubbing at my clit making me whine as I writhe against him with a shudder. His feral thrusts and the debauched filth he growls into my ear doesn’t stop. I’m wailing as he rails me into the bed. The bed is banging against the wall, slamming with each thrust of his hips. I’m definitely going to get complaints from Mrs Johnson downstairs below us. But luckily I’m on the corner so no one is against the other side of this wall.

“Shit, I’m so close to cumming, going to fill your hot wet pussy up. Orgasm on my big cock, Kitty. Cream my dick, baby”

Jungkook lewdly moans and I can feel his length pulsing in arousal, his fingers curl into my hair and he harshly tugs my head from behind to expose my neck to him more.

I flutter around him crying out loudly. But his teeth digging into my neck biting into my skin spitefully, finishes me off. And I surprise myself as I literally scream his name and my body shudders feeling like no orgasm ever has. It’s so intense that I see white stars in my vision and my ears ring. I’m actually sobbing as he still sadistically rubs at my clit as he slams into me cumming with a whiny groan, grinding up against me. I’m actually crying tears from over stimulation as I jerk trying to get away from him.

“Dirty little girl, fuck! Squirting all over my hand like some ravenous whore. That was so hot, pretty Kitty. Ugh your blood soaked juices are everywhere, even on my balls. So sweet as I cream pied you, I have to cream pie your snug tight virgin ass now. I will be as gentle as I can, okay?”

Jungkook pants into my neck as he kisses and sucks at my skin, humming as he laps past the bite mark area. I’m twitching as I get these crazy aftershocks, and each time I whimper or whine.

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“I want her to throw it back, she needs to fuck herself onto your cock like she loves it. I want her to fuck you now and she better do a good job or I’m making her suck my dick with a gun pointed to her head!”

The crazy gun wielding man threatens as he waves the gun around. I shiver from the dose of fear, this both turns me on and scares me too. The man’s crazed eyes glint with amusement as he seems to know. I huff out air as I’m really dazed right now and feeling like I’m in the sixth dimension.

“Prep her, do it. Use your cum”

The masked stranger growls out and points his gun at my head. I hear Jungkook tut and pull out of me, groaning with a loud curse.

“Fuck! I came so much, it’s trickling out”

Jungkook whines, sounding like a deviant. I feel him run his fingers through my folds and another pathetic whimper falls out of my lips.

“Relax Kitty, when I push in, bare down”

Jungkook says in a relaxed tone, his wet gooey fingers circle my puckered hole. My body shivers, it likes the feeling. Bare down? Does he want me to push out like I’m going to the toilet when he presses in?

Jungkook starts pressing a finger in so I do what he says, it feels weird but doesn’t hurt too much yet. I mewl out as he starts pumping his finger into me, he shushes me and presses another in. This is when it feels more uncomfortable and I cry out, he tells me to not tense up and starts rubbing at my clit to relax me.

“You can take it baby, be a good girl for me”

He tells me in a sterner voice, I whimper and pout. The masked man now chuckles at me calling me a cute baby. I want to shout at him to shut up but I’m just too scared.

“Stretching you out now, be calm and it won’t hurt. The more you tense up the worse it will feel, Kitty”

Jungkook explains as he starts scissoring his fingers, I pant as it’s such a strange feeling. Almost like I’m too full, I can imagine how it’s going to feel when he puts his thick dick in me.

“Another finger okay, you are doing so well for me, Babygirl. Taking my fingers so nice and deep”

He seductively coos at me and I feel comforted by his words, I like it when he praises me like that. I whine as the pumps of his fingers get harder.

“She’s ready, fuck her tight little ass now, Jungkook”

The intruder growls at him.

“Fuck, wait a second. Let me wash my hands”

He moves to the sink in the bathroom and washes his hands. I'm glad I have an open plan bathroom with the bedroom, so I can still see him. I would hate to be left alone with this crazy intruder.

He’s back very quickly as he gets back into position, his fingers press into me and he mumbles that he’s using it for lubrication. I hear a lewd squelch as I presume he’s coating his length in it. I whimper as soon as I feel him press his tip at my entrance and move it about. I tense and a hand palms my hip, he shushes me.

“Stop tensing, Kitty. Ready? Remember to bare down again, be a good girl”

Jungkook speaks to me in a stern tone again and I whine out.

“Yes Daddy, don’t hurt me, please”

I reply breathlessly, I’m a little scared right now as I feel the pressure start as he pushes in. I try my hardest to bare down again as he fills my ass up, I curse loudly as the pressure gets worse until he fills me up bottoming out.

“Fuck, you are strangling the hell out of my cock. Fucking relax baby! Don’t make me punish you, bad girl”

He growls out and I receive a harsh spank making me moan needily. Jungkook tuts at me and tightly grips my waist, grinding up against me but not pulling out yet.

“You are such a little pain whore! Such a slut”

The crazed man snarls at me and jerks himself off, I hate that he keeps reminding me that he is there and jerking off like some deviant.

“You like pain little Kitty, such a dirty girl for Daddy, I like that. It’s lucky that I like pain too, I like causing it”

Jungkook sinfully rasps at me and palms me everywhere, a loud slap rains on my butt cheek again and I flutter around him, clenching hard. A lewd moan erupts from my mouth before I can stop it from happening.

“Yeah, you like pain. My pretty little pain slut”

Jungkook mocks me with a chuckle.

“Time to throw it back, sweet little Kitty”

The armed man sings like he’s having fun. He’s insane.

“Fuck yourself onto his cock”

He harshly commands me as he slowly moves the gun up my back and to my neck, it’s almost seductive in its movement until it presses into my face.

“Or I will fuck your little throat so hard that it rocks you into him anyway, and I won’t be gentle”

He snaps sounding almost animalistic. I shiver and say okay in an urgent way as he moves to my face with his veiny length.

“That’s a good little virgin whore”

He chuckles, mocking me and tapping my face with the gun.

“Do it!”

He sinisterly groans as he circles the gun around my lips.

I gingerly pull myself away and start to rock against Jungkook. I can feel his hands on my hips helping me slightly, he moans out a sinful sounding curse. I feel him harshly throb inside me too, I whine as it feels like it’s too much but I’m too scared to argue about it.

“Faster little cum dump, because Jungkook has to fill your virgin ass up too”

The concealed man animatedly says in a manner that is way too cheerful for the situation.

I cry out in pain as I get faster, throwing it back as I dig my fingers into the quilt underneath me to gain purchase. I’m trying to concentrate on the movements instead of how big he feels as he fills me up. But my mewls sound painful as I rock, whimpering.

Jungkook’s fingers dig into my waist and I can feel him assisting me and his covert thrusts are getting harder. As the skin slaps are getting louder. I whine and try to concentrate on keeping the rock of my hips up. He feels so damn hard.

“Faster little Kitty, fuck that cock like you own it, little pain whore. We know you can’t get enough of Jungkookie’s huge dick now you have had it. Don’t be so shy, sweetie, let that inner slut out. No one else can see how much of a little freak you are. I never thought I would be matchmaking, hmm this is a new one for me. Sexually repressed pair, both have feelings for each other and both of you want to fuck like little deviants. You two are perfect for each other. You love him, don’t you?”

The annoying man is exposing me and I feel my face getting hot as he stares at me. He’s not wrong about my side but Jungkook never tried anything sexual. He would kiss my face, hold me hand and cuddle me but. . . oh! Fuck, was I that blind?

“Fucking answer me bad slut!”

He growls out and gets in front of my face again, jerking off in my face. I panicked and started nodding before realising I haven’t actually answered yet.

“Fuck, yes I luh-love him, okay! Are you. . . you ahh. . you happy now? He was trying to. . to get with that b-bitch Jade! I always w-wanted him. She ah, She never fucking deserved him! I-I’m glad she’s. . hmm gone! He’s mine”

I growl out possessively in an unlikely manner for me and the man starts laughing his ass off. Jungkook slams into me holding me tightly, his fingers dig in painfully. I can feel him pulsing like a damn vibrating dildo. That turned him on, I grind back against him and moan. I hear him whine out “Fuck Kitty”

“Good girl, didn’t know you had that in you and I think you just broke Jungkook. Do you know that he fucking hated her before she died, I used to see the way he looked at you and it didn’t compare. When I picked you both as targets I did it because I used to root for you both. You clearly needed this push. Maybe I will go around matchmaking now. But I agree with you, that bitch was vile and had it coming. But I think you’ll find that the second he met you, Jade started to go by the waste side. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead but she used to use men that weren’t rich like little slaves! I heard a man tried to end himself over her. She was a complete cunt”

The man angrily snaps and I think that he just gave me a small clue, he hates Jade. Well that makes me like him a little more.

“But I have good news for you pretty Kitty, because you love her too, don’t you Jungkook?”

Masked psycho mocks in a playful way and Jungkook groans out, throbbing in me really hard, he’s so close.

“F-Fuck yes! She’s mine. I fucking hated Jade before she d-died, my Kitty saved me from making more mistakes with that bitch. I love her so fucking much, she’s always been mine!”

Jungkook pants out with an animalistic growl, like some demonic creature, his fingers dig in my hips painfully as he sinfully grinds up against me. I know I’m going to be covered in bruises but they are Jungkook’s bruises, I’m proud to be marked up by him.

“Fuck her like she deserves to be fucked, rail her into the bed, destroy her tight little hole. Fill it up, cream pie her slutty ass hole. Make her scream your name Jungkook, claim her”

The sinister pervert in the purge mask rasps out sounding breathless.

Jungkook roughly curls his fingers in my hair and starts fucking me so hard that I’m wailing his name. The loud slaps of skin are filling the room as the bed rocks with every snap of his hips. His fingers press into my pussy, pounding into an area that almost has me screaming, is this what that psycho called the g spot earlier? It feels so good but intense.

“Fill her slutty ass up Jungkook”

The masked lunatic groans out like some crazed devil. Jungkook moans as his hand moves from my hair and sneaks underneath and starts rubbing up my clit.

“Ahhhh f-fuck, Daddy. Please”

I cry out, literal tears are falling down my cheeks as I whimper. He is so big that it’s hurting me but I don’t care, it’s Jungkook.

“Shit, gonna cum, Kitty. Orgasm for me. Do it for me, hmm be good my perfect little slut”

Jungkook pants loudly, I feel him swell inside me getting bigger. I’m overwhelmed as I shudder, my legs are shaking from overstimulation. I’m so damn close that I feel like I’m vibrating.

Jungkook leans back over me and bites savagely onto my shoulder, I snap so hard that I scream his name like I’m about to explode. A high pitch noise sounds in my ear and I don’t hear anything for a few seconds. I’m so dazed that their voices are muffled.

“Fuck yes! Ugh so sinful my slutty Kitty”

I hear Jungkook groan against my skin as he grinds his release out. I whimper from extreme overstimulation and twitch as he rubs gently on my swollen clit. Whining as I squirm against him, he shushes me and moves his hand away.

“Fuck, move!!”

I hear the masked man growl out, something wet and warm hits my back and I flinch knowing that he just came on me. My mind thinks about how it could have been worse, he could have sexually assaulted me.

I’m so exhausted and dazed that I don’t react. I hear Jungkook talking but it doesn’t really register. Someone picks me up and I feel warm water running down my body, soothing my aching muscles. Jungkook's voice reaches me in my haze.

“Good girl baby, that’s it. You were such an obedient girl for me, so sweet. Don’t worry, the man left like he said he would. We are safe now, I have locked all the windows and doors. We will change the PIN code tomorrow too. Shush Kitty, I’m just getting you cleaned up and ready for bed”

He coos at me, washing me gently as I melt against him, trusting him with my body because it’s Jungkook.

The last thing I remember before I slept was Jungkook’s warm body cuddling up to me in bed. Whispering sweet things into my neck and peppering gentle kisses on my skin. I feel safe in his arms, I always have.

“Love you my pretty Kitty, you are my precious Kitty now. I will keep you away from all of the evil things that pollute this world. Don’t you worry, Daddy will keep you safe. Safe and warm from anyone that might try to steal you away from me”

Is the last thing I hear before sleep claims me, he’s now my Jungkook and no one else is going to take him from me.

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“Thanks brother, I wasn’t about to let this one get away, she’s special and not like the others. My Kitty needed a push to admit that she wanted me. She’s mine now and she has no fucking idea about what we do or that I was in on it. I’m gonna keep this one, Jimin. If she had rejected me then she would have ended up like those other stuck up bitches. Fucked, filled and dead! I was already bored of that last bitch Jade anyway and was setting up my little Kitty as my next choice because we waited too long. But you played your part well, I manipulated her and you demanded what I really wanted to do. Never thought she would play along and confess to me though, but I could already tell as her eyes said it all. She actually wants me for me and didn’t get scared of my more deviant side. The last few days have been really good, she’s not upset by what happened either, she’s too loved up and I’ve been all over her. She’s so damn needy and desperate for my cock now, I think we turned her into a cock hungry slut. She woke me up riding me this morning. Shit, she looked so hot bouncing on my hard dick”

Jungkook groans lewdly, Jimin flashes a depraved smirk at his brother and nods agreeing with him.

“That was the best one yet, a sweet virgin. Brother, that girl's body is sinful. Never thought I’d meet such a sinfully sexy virgin, she’s something else. And she took your monster cock like a champ too, she’s perfect. Sexiest introvert I’ve ever met. But if you want my opinion, she's liked you from the start, Jungkook. She’s got a bit of a yandere vibe too, I like her. Unlike those other spiteful using cunts, as they deserved everything they got. Who do they think they are fucking rejecting us?”

Jimin rants honestly at him with an incredulous tone and Jungkook chuckles at him nodding his head slowly.

“Exactly, I was never gonna let a rich spoiled bitch reject us, not ever! They all deserved what they fucking got. After your ex bitch treated you like a toy, then publicly abused you in front of the whole college, dumping you and laughing in your face! They deserved to die. I despise all of those pretty girls who thought they were better than us. Spoilt rich whores who think they can treat men like us like little simps just because we aren’t rich. How’s Lia by the way? Do you need me to reciprocate? I do like it when they are scared little girls and cry because they are being threatened, it makes me hard. And I can now go home and take it out on my Kitty’s tight pussy afterwards”

Jungkook laughs maniacally as Jimin chuckles cruelly, replying back with a sinister grin.

“Yeah maybe, she’s playing hard to get”

“Maybe we can make tonight a yearly tradition, threatening my Kitty like that got me so turned on. I really love some non consensual. But we can get really filthy next time, do some BDSM and maybe put an O ring on her. She’s so in love with me that she won’t give a shit as long as it’s me that does it to her. Such a slutty little pet. Maybe I can drug her one night and indulge in some Somnophilia. You can watch and film it for me. Fuck, I’m hard again”

Jungkook flashes Jimin a depraved grin as he grabs at himself with a groan.

“Fuck yes, cum up her tight little ass. Get some consent and she won’t even know I’m there. She’s so infatuated with you that she will never say no, especially if you gaslight her and manipulate her into believing that you feel sick for even suggesting it but it’s now become one of your kinks. Tell her that you realised that the non consensual turned you on, that you can’t stop thinking about it and you would only ever do it with her because you love her. She will most definitely agree. You can do whatever you want to her whilst she’s knocked out”

The devilish man replies with an evil smirk plastered on his face. Jungkook smirks back as he hums in agreement with Jimin.

“Fuck, Jimin! I can imagine it already. I want to violate her in the most nasty ways, she makes me feel feral like I want to fuck her until she passes out. Cover her in my cum and my marks. I kinda want to fist her. Ugh, she’s such a perfect little slave for me, she’s so precious and subby. I wanna go choke her out on my cock right now. Did you see how sexy her butt was when it was bouncing as I railed her tight little virgin ass? The way you forced her to throw it back almost made me explode. I still remember her little cries as I destroyed her little hole, I was so horny that I’m amazed I didn’t cum right away. Her bloody soaked Pussy too, hmm that was delicious. I made her cry delicious tears and she still told me she loved me, she’s so pliable and sweet. Yes, I picked the right one this time brother, I love it when they cry but still let you hurt them. She orgasmed when I bit around her nipple too and when I bit into her neck yesterday, she’s a little pain whore, absolutely perfect”

Jungkook lewdly groans, his eyes roll back at the thought of hurting his Kitty. He sadistically chuckles about hurting her. He is a sadist after all and his Kitty is perfect for him because she is a masochistic slut.

“Hell yes, she’s gonna say yes to whatever you ask of her. I will definitely do it as I love some Somnophilia myself. As long as I can keep the video too and cum on her face this time. How about Saturday as I’m not busy then? Let me know if she agrees as I will definitely make sure that I’m available brother”

Jimin shoots him a shit eating grin when Jungkook replies “Of course, you can do what you want. But only I get to mark her or cum in her tight, sweet cunt”

“Agreed Jungkook. Okay I must go as I’m going to make a move on Lia and if I get any clear rejection we will move to phase two. We destroy her life, then her”

Jimin sinisterly plans what he’s going to do to Lia and Jungkook chuckles like a psycho, nodding. These two deviants are completely insane but enjoy what they do do much that they always discuss their evil plans beforehand. It invokes a primal instinct in both of them, the anticipation turns them on just as much.

“I’m going to go work on my Kitty as I definitely want to do some Somnophilia and I want to film the sinful scene so I can jerk off to it later on. See you later, brother”

Jungkook fist bumps Jimin and leaves to go back to Kitty’s apartment as he’s staying the night. He feels satisfied and content for the first time ever, now that his kitty is finally his. He still needs to indulge in sinful acts though, so he hopes that his Kitty will indulge his every whim.

Jungkook smirks evilly as he knows that she will never find out that his brother was the one who broke into her apartment so he could finally take her virginity. Nor can she ever find out that he has hidden cameras in her apartment and spyware on her phone and laptop. Or that he’s stolen her underwear and jerked off into her panties as he watched her masturbate through his phone. Or the fact that Jungkook and Jimin killed any man that went near her.

He doesn’t want to kill this woman, so she can’t ever know about how he stalked her for years. How he watched her as he calculatedly worked his way into her life so he could kill her after she ultimately rejected him. She was rich after all and he thought she was another spoiled princess. But he realised that she’s a perfect example of a neglected child. She has rich parents who just chuck money at their child but ignore her. So she has abandonment issues, many issues that helped him work his way into her lonely introverted life. As all those men that ghosted her really dented her self esteem and only helped him get closer to her. He threatened them or killed them though, so there is that. He giggles to himself as he thinks about all those dead bodies chucked down that old abandoned well.

Maybe she can be his wife seeing as she’s so naive and easy to manipulate, he thinks. If she agrees to all of his demands then he decides that he will marry her. Jungkook needs someone who can handle his deviant tendencies. Who will wait at home for him like a good girl.

“Hey Kitty, I’m back my love. Come give your boyfriend a kiss and cuddle, I missed having you close already. Hmm I love you so much”

Jungkook says in a sickly sweet voice as he opens his arms. She melts into his arms and the submission is immediate. He flashes a malevolent smirk into her hair as he fervently sniffs at it groaning like some pervert.

“Baby, I want to talk about something that I realised earlier. It happened because of that psycho and I know that you are mature enough to understand that this is just a kink. But I realised that I have a non consensual kink, but only with you it seems. I’m ashamed to say that it turned me on to be forced to do things to you and if you give me the right to do non consensual then it’s not really non con anymore is it? It’s dub con or consensual non con. And I know that you are such an amazing girlfriend that you will agree to help me. And it’s only you that I would want to do this with anyway. I wanna chase you and force you down at some point too. Maybe we can plan this for Saturday, So I want to drug you and fuck you, you will let me. . . right my sweet darling?”

Her demeanour changes immediately and her breathing gets a little faster, she squirms in his arms as he smirks evilly into her neck licking and sucking at her soft skin. Jungkook knows that he has her. Mind, body and soul. The precious whine she emits as he fists her hair makes the answer to that question a definite yes. But still he growls out “Answer me Kitty!” In a stern voice and she whines out “Yes Daddy, ahhh I’m green”

Jungkook groans like the deviant he is and starts frantically stripping her, he knows her cute little pussy is really sore from how long he railed her into the bed last night. He can’t get enough of her. So he’s going to fuck her ass again and finally get a suck from her, it’s about time. . . . he’s waited long enough to choke her out on his cock. A cruel smirk appears on his face as he thinks about how obedient she is, he finally got a rich girl to be his little pet. Instead of being treated like a pet himself.

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❀⊱You’re Mine.⊰❀ ⤷ Shadow the Hedgehog | one-shot

synopsis: He’s just looking out for you.

warnings: creepy behavior.

a/n: This was supposed to be the yandere headcanons remake but it ended up being one-shot instead. Oopsie! Also, I didn't know how to categorize it. It's not quite suggestive but it's also not really sfw? I dunno, you guys tell me lol.

Shadow stood outside of your apartment's kitchen window, his hand twitchy as it hovered over the windowsill. His hand closed into a fist as he steeled himself. He needed to see you. He hadn't seen you all day and he was worried. What if something had happened to you? He wasn't even sure if you were home, even though you should be. He knew your schedule, he memorized it.

And you deviated from it.

Shadow grabbed the edge of the barely cracked open window, lifting it slowly yet impatiently until it was all the way opened. He put one foot onto the sill, slowly lifting his body inside. Sadly, his foot shifted and he knocked over one of your succulent plants, falling over with a clack and almost falling off of the sill. Thanks to Shadow's quick reflexes, though, the pot it was in didn't break. He set it back down onto the windowsill and let out a breath. His reprieve was short-lived, however, when the creak of a door and the plod of bare footsteps was heard from down the hallway.

Shadow quickly slid himself out of the window and hopped onto the tile floor of your kitchen, hiding himself under the table. So you were home. He was glad to know you were safe, but angry that he wasn't able to protect you at all times today.

You rounded the corner, wearing your favorite fuzzy slippers, and a disheveled robe. Shadow blushed heavily, you were only wearing a tank-top and panties underneath! How uncouth! You should be dressed properly, and comfortably, for bed. Shadow watched as you passed by the table and opened the fridge, grabbing your water purifier. You moved over tot he cabinet next to the window and stopped, staring at it. Shadow stopped his breathing, his heart rate high. Do you know that he's here?

"Huh. Thought I closed that," you say, a yawn forming mid-sentence. You close the window and grab a glass form the cabinet, filling it up with the water from the purifier. Putting the purifier back, you start heading back to your room, drinking your refreshing water along the way.

Shadow got up, silently following you. You were so sleepy that you didn't even notice him following you. Yet another reason why he has to protect you. You don't even pay attention to your surroundings.

You set the now-empty cup on your nightstand, flopping onto your bed unceremoniously. Shadow watched form your door as you started softly snoring in minutes. He chuckled to himself quietly. Your antics were cute to him, one of the many qualities he liked that he'll never admit.

Shadow made his way over to you, his hand hovering over your arm for a moment before moving his bed down to your comforter and sheets, tucking you in, making sure you're comfortable. His eyes trailed back up to your face, taking in your sleeping features. He sat down on the side of the bed, his hand moving up to lightly touch your cheek. You're just so beautiful. He wants to keep you safe, where nobody can hurt you. Where nobody else can touch you.

Shadow leaned in, his face barely touching yours, as he stared down at your lips as you softly snored. He closed his eyes and leaned in a little bit more... Before stopping, dipping his head down. He can't steal a kiss from you like that. He'll wait for you. After all, he's your only protector. He'll wait patiently by your side forever.

He leaned away, sliding his hand down your face, lightly touching your neck as it traveled down, passing your chest, tracing in-between your breasts before finally settling down at your hip. Shadow shifted his position on the bed, laying down next to your sleeping form, his hand still on your waist. That's when you suddenly moved in your sleep, stretching before tossing to your side, hugging onto Shadow. His face flushed as you held him to your chest.

Shadow's eyes were wide in shock. His body was tense, he wasn't use to being held. The last time he was held was... His eyes welled up with tears. He held you back, though a bit tightly. He laid there in your arms, feeling safe. He was supposed to be the one to protect you, though, wasn't he? Now he's being protected by you. He knew you were special. You belong to him.

Shadow closed his eyes. Maybe he'll just stay there for a few more minutes....

"You're mine. All mine," he whispered to himself.

[elcris219]

Español: ---------------------------------

-Peter: Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor~

-Y/n: Aww~ gracias!

-Y/n: Pero que-!

-Peter: Agh!...Era mi regalo para tu cumpleaños ~

- Y/n: No quiero eso, Peter! Estás loco!?

-Peter: Por ti? Si.

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

I have literally read all you stories and im so so impressed. Im not sure if your taking requests or if. If not than im very sorry. If yes then could you please write one where a modern doctor ends up being reborn as a Nobel princess who is about to marry king baldwin. She could then cure him.

♧ A Better Life - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: HELLO FRIENDS!!! I am back officially now!! Exams are over and the school year is done! I am so exited to be back!! Anon thank you so much for this beautiful request. This took me so long and I really hope you like it!!! This was an amazing one to return with, I hope yall enjoy it!!. As always this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy, Slight mention of blood

Y/n remembered little to nothing from that night.

Simply getting into her car late, well after the sun had set, and driving. Then the lights. Then the crash. Everything else was fuzzy. Even in her life before the crash, the only knowledge she seemed to remember was what she had learnt in medical school all those years ago.

Nothing about her beautiful rooftop apartment where she lived alone. And certainly not the crippling loneliness she dreaded returning to every night after work at the hospital.

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Y/n’s eyes flew open and she sat up with a gasp, clutching at her pounding heart. After a few seconds of panic, she looked up at her surroundings.

There was no car, no wreckage, no blood.

Just a plush, white sheeted, four poster bed that held her trembling form. The curtains that hung around the top of the bed shrouded her view of the rest of the room, but from what she could see, an open balcony window allowed sun to shine through and into the large, beautifully decorated stone room.

Confusion soon replaced fear in the young doctor's mind. Was she in a hospital? No, it wasn't sterile enough to be a hospital. There was no beeping of machines, no bustling nurses. Something she was all too familiar with.

She tried to think back to what had happened, but all she could remember was the crash. Nothing else. Y/n pulled back the covers and cautiously stepped out of the bed. She barely got one foot on the ground before the large, wooden doors opened to reveal young woman carrying a tray with an assortment of dishes that y/n had never seen in her life.

“Good morning my lady” the young woman said with a smile, approaching y/n’s bedside.

“Good morning,” the doctor replied, trying to hide the confusion in her voice.

“I hope you are excited for today my lady, everybody in the maids chamber surely is!” the young woman said, her bright eyes practically glowing.

“I'm- excited for what?” y/n replied cautiously.

“Well your wedding of course, everybody has been anticipating this day for months now! Our kingdom will finally have a queen!” she was grinning now, y/n couldn't help but smile despite her confusion.

“Oh- yes! How could I have forgotten” the doctor said, once again attempting to hide the fact she had no idea where she was.

After the maid had left, y/n inspected the food. It looked delicious but eating was the last thing on her mind, for now. She slipped out of the bed to take a look around the room. There were books stacked on a shelf, a desk, a face washing basin and lots and lots of religious imagery, painted in typical pre-renaissance fashion.

Judging by the beautiful stone walls, she was most definitely not in the twenty-first century anymore. Nothing was boring and white. No white walls, no white marble countertops. Everything was handmade. Genuine. It was certainly a changeup from the old routine.

You see, y/n was intelligent. She always had been and on top of this, her years as a surgeon had taught her to act reasonable, calm, and logical even in the most outlandish situations.

Waking up in a different time period after a car wreck was no different.

She had to think of a plan.

“It's morning, people should be expecting me somewhere soon”. Turning to the bookshelf, y/n picked up a book and opened it. Handwritten. In Hebrew.

“That should place me somewhere in Israel, perhaps Jerusalem” she thought.

“And it's definitely before the renaissance, but after the birth of Christ”.

Placing the book back on the shelf, y/n continued to think. She had to figure out where she was and fast.

Y/n turned her attention to the other side of the room. The bed, a couch, and the open balcony doors. Approaching the balcony, y/n looked outside inspecting the area around the building she was in.

Knights. Many knights.

“Medieval “ was the first word that came to mind.

“That should place me somewhere around the 12th century-” was the last thing her mind concluded before the wooden doors opened again.

Six maids came into the room, each carrying something different. Some carried jewelry, some hairbrushes and combs, and others beautiful white fabric that appeared to be some kind of dress.

“Oh my lady, you have barely touched your breakfast!” one of them exclaimed as y/n entered the room from the balcony.

“You will need your strength for today!”

“Oh I'm terribly sorry, I forgot all about it! I was just getting some fresh air, I'm a little nervous” y/n said as calmly as she could, praying that they didn't notice something was off.

“That's alright dear” the oldest of the maids said, “it doesn't matter now because we need to get you dressed! Come, sit” she gestured to a vanity mirror and chair that y/n hadn't even noticed. 

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It felt like hours that the doctor sat in that chair, as the maids worked tirelessly on her hair and face. Braiding and brushing, applying makeup and finally helping her into the beautiful white dress robes.

They fit perfectly, just like a glove. As if they were made for just her and her alone.

“You look immaculate, your majesty,” one of the maids said, taking a step back to admire their future queen. Y/n smiled, for a moment forgetting her predicament.

It felt as though she had lived in this world her entire life.

“Come now darling, we don't want to keep the guests waiting!” the oldest maid said, taking the doctor's hand and leading her towards the door. Y/n followed blindly.

“This should be interesting,” she muttered.

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It was a short walk from her chambers to the church. There were already plenty of people waiting inside. Y/n barely had any time to think before a bouquet of flowers were shoved into her hands and she was walking down the aisle, people standing left and right staring at her.

Taking a deep breath, y/n steadied her hands and continued walking at a slow, measured pace.

“Come on y/n, this has to be the least nerve racking thing you've done all week”.

Looking up, she could see her “future husband” standing at the end of the aisle. It was strange, she couldn't see his face, he was wearing white robes and a veil that shrouded his features almost entirely. But from what she could see, it appeared he was wearing some kind of mask.

Then it all connected.

Not only had y/n taken a myriad of science and math subjects in highschool, she had also taken an ancient history class. One unit had specifically focused on the “Leper King of Jerusalem, Baldwin IV”. This must have been him.

As she approached the end of the aisle, her mind wandered to a patient she had treated with severe leprosy, contracted while he was on a tropical holiday. She remembered how much pain he had been in and her heart broke thinking about this poor king who had gone untreated for so long.

She was only snapped out of her thoughts when she came face to face with her soon to be husband. His eyes met hers and what she thought would have been a neutral feeling (since she did not yet know this man at all) turned quickly to a feeling that she had not experienced in what felt like years.

Love.

The doctor's heart skipped a beat looking into those eyes. Those beautiful, blue eyes. The mask he wore was polished to perfection, the metal was perfectly shaped into sculpted, masculine features.

He was beautiful.

Y/n was far too focused on just how captivating the man who stood before her was to pay any attention to whatever the priest was saying, until once again she was snapped out of thought by the large crowd cheering as they were pronounced husband and wife, in the name of the Lord.

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Later on, the guests had left and all had returned to somewhat calm after a day of celebration. Y/n was slightly shy at first during the celebrations, doing everything in her power to read the room and understand her place in this new world. But after a while, she began to enjoy herself.

Her “husband” had barely spoken a word all day, but she had caught him looking at her as she talked with his sister and associates. She was told by a few maids that after getting changed from her wedding attire, she would go and meet privately with her new husband.

She was nervous, but not even half as nervous as somebody else was...

Baldwin paced up and down his chambers until his legs were in agony. The day had been strenuous on his body and the pacing did not help.

The young king slumped down on his couch, cursing his frail body. He had watched her all day, his wonderful y/n. So full of life, so intelegent, speaking with everyone and enjoying her time while all he could do was sit and watch.

Oh how he had wished to join her, to dance with her, to speak with her, to hear every word her beautiful voice had to say, to look into her eyes. Those perfect eyes.

He hoped that she knew just how much he had fallen for her, even though they had not spoken a single word all day.

He cursed the mask that shrouded his emotions, forcing him to look cold and stern when all he wanted was her to know how warmly and deeply he felt for her. Baldwin sunk deeper into the couch cushions. His body craved sleep, craved a break from the pain. But he couldn't. He had to see her right this instant.

Taking a deep breath, or as deep as his failing lungs could take, the young king sat up and stared down into his hands, anticipating the moment y/n knocked on his door.

He did not have to wait long because no more than a minute after he sat up, a small knock came from the wooden door. Baldwin got to his feet, perhaps too fast. He steadied himself and called for her to enter. Y/n pushed open the door. She looked as beautiful as she did in her wedding dress.

“Good evening your majesty” she said with a graceful curtsey.

“Hello” he replied, suddenly feeling incredibly shy.

Y/n smiled. He was truly adorable. He looked so soft and warm in those robes. Good lord what was she thinking? She had barely met this man and yet she was acting like a teenager in love!

“Would you like to take a seat?” he offered, his voice gentle and kind. “Of course,” she replied. The two sat in silence for a moment. But it was not an awkward silence, more of a comfortable silence as the young couple took each other in.

It wasn't long before they got to talking. Two intelligent, young minds in the same room were bound to connect almost instantly. And that's just what they did.

Y/n tried to not say anything about her “world of the future”. That was until they were brought to the topic of his disease.

“So, you have no issue in being wed to a leper?” Baldwin had asked, his voice growing sad. Her heart broke for him in an instant, remembering how terribly people with his disease were treated at this time.

“Of course I don't” the doctor replied.

Her kind voice soothed something deep inside Baldwin. Something untouched for so many years. His eyes burned with tears but he dare not  let one fall.

“Really?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“Of course! All I see is a beautiful, young man with a bright future. And from what I've heard, you're a wonderful ruler, and I know you will be a wonderful husband too”.

Baldwin smiled beneath the mask. He hoped she could see the smile through his eyes. Y/n took a deep breath before her next choice of words.

“You know, where I come from, lepers can be healed,” she said softly. Baldwin’s eyes widened.

“Truely?” he said in disbelief.

“Yes, but you can not tell anyone”

“I won't, of course! Please, share this with me” the young king said in a hushed voice taking her hands in his.

“Alright. I'm going to need a few things to do it and it may take a while-”

“Please, y/n. I'll do anything” Baldwin was on the verge of tears now. “Now I have you, I have a reason to live. I need to live, please” he begged.

Y/n’s heart sank as his previously strong demeanor shattered into a thousand pieces before her very eyes. As gently as she could, y/n wrapped her arms around her husband, pulling him into a gentle yet firm hug.

At that moment, the young doctor understood why all of this had happened. She was brought here for a reason. To cure this poor young man, to show him the love he deserves and to have a better life by his side.

“I promise Baldwin, I’ll make you well again. No matter what it takes. I'll do it”

[starconstruction]

The Obsessive Queen

part 2 of The Generous Princess

Yandere Gaeul x Male Reader {Smut}

tags: ass eating, face riding, riding, breeding, use of mistress and good boy.

Word Count: 2977

not proof read.

The next two days after your night of passion with Gaeul was a blur of serenity, she ditched the servant formalities and obligations you once had. Replacing the jobs with more sessions of hanging out, the city had many secrets to your lower class self. You two laid entangled in each other's arms on a blanket in the castle's garden.

The garden was beautiful at night, the arrays of flowers were neatly ordered in colour, a range of red to violet making a stunning rainbow. But the main beauty was Gaeul, her hair laid spread over your lap as she laid there. Your hand locked in the strands, stroking them as you two watched the night sky.

The supposedly final night of your employment, at least in this context. Was magical, you and Gaeul went to the biggest restaurant in town. A place you've never had the pleasure of walking into, Gaeul came in with a practiced elegance. Leading you into the private area, a list of food you couldn't pronounce was in your hands. Gaeul sensed your hesitation, ordering a meal she thought you'd like. A perfect way to end a magical week.

Unfortunately, most good things have to come crashing down.

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You woke up in Gaeul's bed, the darkness in full effect as you felt around, Gaeul was missing. A sense of worry gripped your body as you grabbed a candle, lighting it as you crawled out of bed. She had to be around here somewhere, the cold leeched into your bare foot as they made contact with the floor.

The night was still, a collective silence as all the servants and royalists went to bed, your body was tense as you expected the worst. Maybe Gaeul was arguing with her parents, the halls of the building felt even longer than usual, walking towards the pitch black only illuminated when you got close.

You went down the stairs, your heart sunk as a loud scream ripped through the basement. You took off and ran down the rest of the stairs, the door of the basement was firmly closed. Another scream filled your ears as your hand made contact with the handle. It didn't budge, terror chilled your blood as you shook the door. "Help! She's nuts!" A feminine voice called out, muffled by the locked entrance.

You weren't sure what to do, but you couldn't risk Gaeul getting hurt. You backed up, arching your leg as you took a deep breath. A hard kick made the door shake, another one injured the lock and your leg. Aching in pain as you kicked one more time, the door launched open. Revealing a horrifying site.

Gaeul was certainly there, not in danger but being the danger. Her clothes coated in a thick layer of sanguine blood, the gleam of the blade held in the air as she looked at you in shock. There was two lifeless bodies, stabbed excessively as they contributed to a pool of shared blood. Gaeul's eyes had a look of sheer insanity, no longer the woman you felt a connection for. "Gaeul?" You called out, her body stiffened in shock as she looked at you. Did she not hear the door slam? Could you have ran?

"Oh, hi! The door was locked for a reason, you weren't supposed to see this Y/N" She said, getting off the king's body. She walked towards you, knife held in her hand. "Stay back! You murderer!" You yelled, Gaeul froze as her face frowned. "Baby, it had to be done! You know that, they would have took you from me!" She said, voice booming with instability. Where were the guards? Gaeul started to walk again. "Y/N, let's go upstairs. We can clean up, embrace each other!" She was starting to ramble, her vocals shook.

You gulped as you turned around, feet banging up the stairs, oxygen leaving your lungs as you heaved. The candle was mostly dim, sight entirely restricted by the oppressive darkness. Gaeul was right behind you "Baby! Where are you going!" she yelled out. The corridors felt limitless as you turned every corner. Your heart pounded incessantly against your rib cage, feeling it in your ears as you kept running.

The exit door came into frame, the candle went out as you discarded it recklessly. Your hand desperately tried to open the door to freedom, loud clicking noises as you tried to get it open. The door was locked, you panicked. A large gust of strength launched you into the ground, head reeling as Gaeul stood over you. The side of her face being illuminated solely by the night sky. "Move and I'll hurt you." She said, her once bubbly voice replaced by a chilling emptiness. "Gaeul, how could you?! You monster!" You replied.

"Monster?! How are you saying that! I saved our relationship, saved you!" Gaeul's voice cracked as she got closer to you, her body towered over. Her lips, covered in blood took yours in a tight kiss. You gagged at the taste of the thick blood, hands wrapped around your head as she kissed deeper. Your eyes were bug wide as she made out with you one-sidedly. She withdrew, still leaning over you. "Tell me Y/N! That spark is still there, you feel it! I know you do, I will get it out of you." She said.

You had no time to speak, Gaeul yanked you to your feet as she pulled you through the long halls. Getting you back into the shared bedroom, your prison. The room no longer felt like a sanctuary, the queen had you as her personal prisoner. Gaeul pushed you onto your mattress. "Are you going to be good? I don't need to restrain you right?" Her tone was full of fake sweetness as she held your arms in her hands.

"No, Gaeul. I'll sit here." You pleaded, escape would be much easier unrestrained. She smiled, "I'll go clean up, stay here." Her body disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing calmed you down, laying there as your body fell tired. You would strike at night, your body fell into dreamland shortly after.

-

The next few days were agonising, never having a free moment to escape as anytime the newly anointed queen had business you were tied against the heater. When she got back, she was unstable. Too many or too little words would set her off, the wrong tone would set her off. It was painful to watch the person you had feelings for transform into this.

It was night again, Gaeul laid dormant on the bed. You knew it was time to go, heartaching as you watched her sleeping frame. Opening the door as you snuck out, Goodbye, Gaeul.

-

Weeks passed as you returned to standard life, laying against the brick walls of the building. The street was miserable, the people walked around, minding their business. The city was brimming with life despite the recent regicide, you adjusted as you watched the street performers. A chorus of drums and violins, a stark contrast to the usual boredom. A large crowd accumulated as the sounds of chairs and chatter joined in.

You looked around, there was a strange amount of guards for this area. You could spot atleast 7, as opposed to the normal 2 or 3. It had to be just normal paranoia, they weren't looking for you. Gaeul would have found you by now if she was.

You still had a bit of money from what you scavenged from the drawers of your ex home. You got up and walked through the kingdom, it was truly beautiful to witness. Shared laughters and smiles as people went around their business. You made it to the local market, full of fresh forage and breads.

"Hello! Welcome to the market, what can I do for you?" The market keeper said, gesturing vaguely to the produce. "Hey, just some bread and grapes thanks." You exchanged the money and went back to your outpost.

You got close to your belongings, stopped in your tracks by the sight unfolding in front of you. 3 guards and a familiar looking figure was investigating your things, prodding and moving things. You were petrified as they turned around, facing you directly. Gaeul's gaze softened as they stared directly at you. The same one as the first time you met. There was considerable distance to run, but that'd draw way more attention than you could handle. Your legs slowly backed up as you went to look for a hiding place.

The guards and Gaeul slowly moved towards you, trying to be discrete. Your heart hammered, she was absolutely still after you. You ducked into an alleyway, breathing heavily looking for solace. They were mere inches from you, hiding from them behind a trash unit. It couldn't be, you couldn't handle her wrath.

Loud footsteps echoed off the walls of the alley, heels digging into the ground as they cast a shadow onto the walls. Their perfume strong as it penetrated the odor of trash. Then suddenly, it wasn't a shadow. The queen stood in front of you. Visibly angry as her hand pulled a knife from her pocket. "Finally, there you are." She said, dropping down to eye level as your body shook in fear. "Why are you shaking dear? Y/N, I won't hurt you. Just come quietly okay?" She spoke commands gently into your ear, breath hitting your face. "Ga--eul, why havent you moved on? Its been weeks.. Please there's so many better people." You strugged to get your words out, Gaeul's knife brushing against your leg as she hugged you. Body's melding into one, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. Trapped again." You are mine! Y/N, I won't let you suffer anymore. "

Gaeul's demeanour scared you as she continued, "You can come quietly, and I won't cut you. Or you can disobey me, and it'll hurt like hell. What will it be honey?" A sadistic twinge laid in her vocals. The guards blocked the exit. There was truly no escape. "Fine, I'll come quietly. Please Gaeul no more pain." She beamed as her hand grasped yours.

-

Gaeul's impromptu promotion gave her a new room, inheriting the master bedroom. It was a regal affair, elegant white walls, affluent gold trims for corners, an accent colour of a deep purple adorned the sides. The bed laid impressively in the middle, a mirroring of the aesthetic that the rest of the room followed. It had very little of Gaeul's character, replaced by the impression of higher royalty.

"Welcome home, baby! I'm sorry we have to start on such a bad foot, but I can't let that runaway go unpunished." She said, inciting fear in you as saliva struggled to get down your throat, she ditched her humanity in exchange for power over you. Gaeul brought you into the corner of the room where your jaw dropped, a black cage, thin black metal pieces building a imposing box.

"Gaeul this~" She cut you off, throwing you into the cage and shutting you in. Anxiety shot through you as the metallic walls closed in around you. Breathing getting difficult as you stared at the warden who trapped you here. "If you behave, this will only be temporary. But you need to understand your actions have consequences, I'll leave you for now. Think about what you have done sweetie." Her sadistically sweet words turned your head upside down. Hands pressing at the cage, there was nothing in it. The chill of winter nipped at your body, stripped of any thermally warm clothes you had.

Hours passed without Gaeul, the deafening silence started to gnaw at you. Desperate for any form of contact, it was frigid, the temperature had plummeted beyond 0, shivers crawled up your spine as you laid down. Hands hugging your chest as you sat in the night's embrace.

You couldn't tell how long it was until Gaeul arrived, wearing a long sleeve cardigan and dress skirt. You'd kill for those clothes right now, "Gaeul. Please. Blanket." Your words were sharply pierced by chattering teeth, interrupting your vocal cords as she smiled. "Oh, baby are you cold? It's a bit chilly in here, tell you what. You do something for me, and I'll give you one." She was tormenting you. What happened to the girl you loved+?

"What, what is it Gaeul? I'll do anything" You chimed.

"Anything? I'll hold you to that, but all I ask for is a simple kiss. Let's start gentle." The grasp of hypothermia battled with the war of not wanting her to be satisfied. Hypothermia won as you crawled to the edge of the cage. Locking lips with her, a familiar feeling of heat that gave you nostalgic memories. "Good boy, I hope we can repair our relationship."

-

It took months, but there was a spark of hope for you two, it started slow at first. Battles between you two as you argued, she tortured you both psychologically and physically. Frequent verbal abuse and physical punches and deprival of food.

However, a turning point occurred when she let you out the cage, giving you the luxury of a bed again as you two slept in each other's arms, frequent fights morphed into casual conversations. A familiar spark radiating from you as the compressing cage of her room became a beacon of hope as you and Gaeul stopped fighting completely.

Naturally, the conversations morphed once more from casual chats to more romantic conversations, discussing the passion you guys once shared. You felt a strange sense of love for Gaeul, despite what she had done. Forgiving her for the actions she committed.

Tonight was the apex of your sexual desire, you two hastily removed the clothes on your body. "Y/N, let me take control this time. Let me make you feel good." Gaeul whispered into your ear, kissing the lobe as she pushed you into the plush bed. Gaeul's tongue trailed down your body, leaving a gentle trail of saliva as she showed her eagerness. Licking down your stomach, all the way to your shaft. But that's not her destination, going lower as she made contact with your hole.

Gaeul's tongue was the pinnacle of expertise as she coated your backdoor with her saliva, rimming your hole as her tongue darted around. "You like that Y/N? Letting me go down on you?" She probed you for answers while her tongue probed you, pressing an inch inside of your ass. Going no deeper as she tongue fucked you. "Yes.. Gaeul, you are so good." You let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction.

Your hands laid against your chest, knowing you shouldn't touch her without permission. Gaeul looked up at you seductively as she slurped against your ass, alternating between your balls, completely full with your load. "Y/N honey, stroke yourself. Be a good boy for me." You smiled, "Yes miss. Anything for you." Gaeul spat on your shaft for you. "Rub it in for me, be good." She said, resuming her eating as you stroked your rigid cock. Feeling Gaeul's saliva coating your hand as you jerked off.

This went on for a few minutes, her sensual tongue writhed against you as your hand got stronger. Gaeul finally grew bored and pulled away, grabbing your hand to stop you. "Dear, pleasure your Mistress for me, let me ride that beautiful face." She commanded, "Yes Miss."

Gaeul mantled your awaiting face, her sopping cunt rubbing against your tongue as you tasted your mistress. She tasted strong and addictive, like her bellowing moans. "You are being such a good boy for me! That's what you are! Keep going please.. Fuck." Gaeul shouted, spilling praises out of her mouth as her cunt spilled a mixture of slippery and sticky juices. Her aroma laid against your nose, less than an inch away as you breathed it in. You wanted every part of Gaeul as she pulled your hair, ripping out strands as she got closer to orgasm.

"Fuck! IM GONNA CUM! ALL OVER THIS SLUTTY TONGUE! FUCK!" She screamed, thighs shaking around your skull as she came undone. Bringing herself to the edge as she sat there for a minute. Gingerly removing herself as she gave you the right for more oxygen.

"What do you want, my good boy?" She teased, voice breathy as she recovered.

"Please, ride my cock. I'm so needy for you Miss." You felt a bit of shame as you pathetically begged for Gaeul. She quickly got to work, straddling your body as she lowered into you. There was no time for being slow, her hips aggressively slammed into your crotch as your cock pierced her. You moved your hips upwards, eliciting a slap from Gaeul. "Be good, move again and I'll stop." She moaned out, digging her nails into your tender flesh.

The scent of sex filled the room, replacing the luxurious scent of the burning vanilla candles. "Your cock is so good! I can't believe you tried to run! Fuck!" She moaned, you were too scared to say anything as you took what she gave you. Letting out deep moans, you couldn't last much longer. "Cum, cum in me!" Gaeul screamed. Using you as a dildo as she came around you, creating a ignition in you as your load shot into her. "Give me an heir! Fuck!" Your semen kissed her womb as you breeded her, giving her what wanted as you two slowed down. The painful sensitivity causing both of you to pull out.

"My good boy, you are never leaving again." Her voice hit a 180 it was chilling and disturbing. But there was a small warmth in it as you thought about your eternal bond.

"I'm yours. Forever. Gaeul." You said, signing yourself to her forever.

[yandere-romanticaa]

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