#yandere show x reader

[berry-loves-yandere]

Could you please write yandere wednesday x reader headcanons where the reader is scared of her and tries to avoid her at all costs?

Ooooo! Good idea! Imma add something special for more fun tho!

Yandere Wednesday with darling who fears her:

Warnings: Stalking, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of brainwashing, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy mindset, knife mentions, Wednesday being Wednesday, taxidermy mentions, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

First off, catching Wednesday's attention in a (somewhat) positive manner is an incredible feat.

So she likely won't give up her darling no matter what.

Even if they're terrified of her.

So if they are terrified of her, she'd likely be watching them from an hiding spot she can find and unlike most of the time, she won't reveal herself to her darling

She’d likely try to talk to Enid about her darling, asking about different things her darling likes or dislikes

Stalking her darling is basically what she’ll do

Leaving threatening notes that she considers “endearing” in her darling’s dorm

Joining group hangouts only to attempt talking to her darling

Wednesday is ready to push her boundaries for her darling

Likely worse if her darling is an outcast as Wednesday would have more opportunities to be around her darling or talk to them

Slightly better if they’re a normie since Wednesday’s privileges in Jericho are limited but she’ll have Thing stalk you in her place

Either way, Wednesday will literally be around every corner and will attempt to befriend her darling at first but if that doesn’t work, kidnapping or brainwashing it is

Threatening with a weapon, likely a knife, could also work but Wednesday prefers being classy

Wednesday would mind that option but starting civilized is probably best, so it’s probably good if her darling decides to befriend Wednesday even though they’re terrified of her because if not, they could be in a world of pain if she decides to brainwash them

Her as a kidnapper is alright but punishments would be very harsh and there is no escape unless it’s death but she might look for a way to bring them back or taxidermy her darling so at least she’ll have them forever

Definitely the worst if you’re afraid of your Wednesday yandere!

[ozzgin]

Monster Dating Show

Do you have a thing for humans? Have you always dreamed of seeing one with your very own eyes? Now is your chance! We’ve just made the impossible achievable, turned fiction into reality: a genuine human is waiting for you!

You cross your legs and tap your arm nervously, eyeing the clock on the wall. In a few moments, you will be entering the grand stage.

Surely you must've skipped some steps. Most people start with dating apps, or smile particularly long at the barista signing their coffee cup. They don't just...star in a live show.

You never expected to be part of this nonsense, either. One day, you woke up with an invitation in your mail, asking you to be a bachelor for a new TV series. Why you, of all people? You're just an average person, living the average life. Perhaps that's exactly it, you thought at the time. You're more relatable to the audience.

Everything has been vague, shrouded in mystery. This should've convinced you to turn around, but the intrigue was too great: would you be matched with others? What kind of people were going participate? Where was this going to be aired, even? The channel they named was nowhere to be found. You've scoured the Internet, searching for CreatureTV, with no results.

Finally, you hear the ring, signaling your entrance. The grand doors open, and you're briefly blinded by the flood of spotlights. As your eyes accustom to the scene, you cannot help the silent gasp escaping your mouth.

Behind the stands, monstrous creatures and unholy beasts soar all the way to the tall ceilings. Disheveled werewolves, alien aberrations, eldritch horrors; tentacles slither across the floor, claws dig into the neatly decorated barriers.

"Could it be?" one monster remarks, fat strings of drool pouring out of its fanged mouth.

"A human! It truly is a human!"

You can only stare back in terror at the hundreds of eyes hungrily devouring you. As you unconsciously take a step back, the doors slam shut, nonchalant to your growing confusion.

"Fellas, take a step back!" the host shouts, slapping his scaly hand against the table. "It's a fragile one, you see? We don't want any accidents."

He takes a moment to clear his throat, then continues:

"As promised, this is the human you will be competing for. It's up to you to win (Y/N)'s heart. You already know the rules, I'm certain"

He glances at the camera, then at his watch.

"Without further ado, the courting begins...now."

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Game Show Host Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: I saw this request and was like this is such a cool request but what if we made him an evil game show host. Like one that would put contestants in deadly scenarios.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host who kidnaps all of the contestants and forces them to play this twisted game that he created for money. Don’t worry though, he rigged the entire game to be in your favor. It was discreet enough for the viewers not to really care but apparent enough for you to notice the favoritism. Did you care? Hell no!! As long as you were getting paid you and survived this whole ordeal could give a rats ass about what happened next. Even when you do manage to get certain questions wrong, he will just brush it off and pretend that it was just a warm up question. The contestants are definitely seething whenever they see this happening.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is a psychopath by nature. In each round, he presents the contestants with morally ambiguous dilemmas, enticing them with promises of grand rewards while dangling the threat of dire consequences for failure. Whether it's forcing them to choose between betraying a fellow contestant or facing a treacherous obstacle, he revels in their anguish, relishing the psychological torment he inflicts.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is doing everything in his power to make sure that you win the game. He can’t have his poor baby feeling upset if they fail to win the grand prize. He would absolutely give out the most insane questions that practically no one knows the answer to. The punishment for getting a few questions wrong is mutilation of certain body parts and if you get too many questions wrong then you’ll end up being sent to your death. While everyone is basically being tortured in their punishments, he’d never allow that to happen to you. At most he’d probably just flick your forehead and call it a day. I imagine that most of the people watching the show are people who paid for the contestants to be kidnapped and be brought there against their wishes. Everyone who is put onto his show is a horrible person, including yourself, and have done something to be warranted to be there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host bends all the rules of the game for you, providing subtle hints or covert assistance to ensure your safety. Although he has a strong desire to see others in pain and suffering, his love for you is stronger. At first justifies these actions as preserving the "entertainment value" of the show, but deep down, he's driven by an inexplicable desire to protect you.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host would baby you during your time there. He’d make a fuss whenever you tried to do anything remotely dangerous or touch some blood. I could totally see him using a baby voice to try to convince you to stop what you're doing. He has no shame, and everyone is looking at him with utter disbelief/confusion on their faces.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Oh No! Please don’t go over there! You might slip from all the blood on the ground! Come here let me carry you across.”

Viewers: “…”

The contestant with their leg cut off: “…”

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host thrives on the power he wields over his contestants, reveling in their suffering as they navigate his challenges. As the game progresses, his demeanor grows more twisted, enjoying the contestants' internal conflicts and emotional turmoil. He taunts them with mocking laughter, reveling in their discomfort and manipulating their decisions to heighten the drama. God forbid that you manage to develop a crush on someone while you are there. He’d absolutely lose it and do everything in his power to crush them. You best believe that he’s going to keep them alive for as long as possible and give them the worst punishments known to man.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host has cameras everywhere and when it's time for the contestants to rest for the night he’s going to be observing you. He’s a loser who doesn’t really know how to act around you without becoming a mess. In his spare time, he likes to just watch you through the cameras and imagine himself right next to you. He’s absolutely delulu about your feelings towards him and believes that you feel the same way. Even when you do manage to win this fucked up game, he’s not letting you go. There’s no way that he’s letting you leave after you managed to steal his heart. After this is all over, he’s taking you to his house and locking you there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host holds pride in knowing how many people are at the mercy of his hand. Has a minor God complex and has this skewed mindset about how everyone else is beneath him besides you. Believes that you were made just for him and that you're his one true love. Would rather die than give you up or allow anyone to “take you away from him”. He’s like an annoying roach and almost impossible to get rid of. He’s making sure to stay with you for as long as possible.

—

Yandere! Game Show Host strides onto the stage with a wicked gaze, his piercing gaze fixed on the contestants. His voice, a chilling blend of charm and malice, booms through the speakers as he welcomes the participants with a mocking flourish. Thom who were strapped onto a table with heavy objects over their heads.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright contestant number one, what is the mass of the Sun divided by Planck's constant in nanometers.

Contestant One: “HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!?!?!”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Unfortunately, that's not the correct answer. You’ll now be facing the consequences.” In a matter of seconds, the heavy object comes flying down with alarming speed. Upon impact, it mercilessly crushes against their skull, unleashing an overwhelming and unimaginable force that distorts bone and flesh. Yandere! Game Show Host then makes his way towards you and begins to speak.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright, it's your turn now. No pressure, I know you’ll do great just take your time. Okay what’s 1 + 1?”

You: “2.”

Yandere! Game Show Host: "Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it."

Other Contestants: “What the hell!?!? How is this fair!?!!

[on-leatheredwings]

Mr. Sandman (18+)

Yandere Jason Todd / AFAB Reader

> romantic  > tw/cw: non-con, somno. reader has a vagina, piv sex, creampie(s). > Jason just can't get enough of you when you're awake; why would that change when you're asleep? > a/n: my first jason solo!!! WE UP! im a sucker for simpering, weak, vulnerable jason sowwyyyy . he needs u spiritually what can i say . > word count: 1.1k

Jason knows he shouldn't be doing this.

But who could blame him? You’re just so gorgeous. And so smart, so funny, so generous and so– so perfect. You are his god. He is your faithful acolyte. And your cunt is his altar of choice.

Jason glances himself in the mirror across your bedroom. He’s a hulking mass of muscle on all fours, hovering above your gently sleeping body. It would be a shock you haven’t woken up yet, if not for his stealth. He padded onto your bed, knowing just where the mattress would give soundlessly under his solid weight. Underneath him, you’re none the wiser. Innocent. Ripe and for the taking.

He shouldn't be doing this, he reminds himself, despite his bare erection already weeping precum in anticipation. 

You took him into your embrace, like a savior to a wounded dog. You decided he was loveable, of all things. 

He shouldn't be doing this, he tells himself again, despite his hands starting to wander. Your nipples poke sinfully through his wifebeater, breasts nearly spilling out of it anyway. You’ve dictated it to be your new set of pajamas. It’s much too long for you, falling past the start of your thighs. He peels it up, slowly, carefully. He leaves it to bunch at your collarbone, revealing your naked breasts. He swallows an appreciative groan, leaning forward and suckling on a nipple.

It’ll just be some heavy petting. Just some kissing. Just some marks so people know you’re his – he knows what to say so you won’t mind that too much in the morning. Just– just a few touches.

But then Jason’s hand wanders downwards. And when he cups your cunt with his hand – his throat tightens; he bristles, stiffens; heady desire intoxicates him and fogs his mind – all restraint comes crashing down. 

He was a damn idiot to think he could resist.

“Okay– Just a little. Just a little, I swear,” Jason groans, little more than a whisper, betraying his attempts at being quiet.

Jason, with expert vigilante fluidity, hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. He lowers and shuffles back to an eye-level view of your cunt, waiting prettily just for him.

He draws circles around your clit with his fingers, using his abundant precum as lube. A man possessed, he could watch all day at how easily and nicely you let his fingers in.

Fuck, you were made just for him, he bets. It’s not only his cock your pussy remembers; your body accommodates, obeys, and wettens in response to every part of his own. He’s barely even trying, pumping his digits back and forth. You’re basically drawing him in. 

Your mouth drops open, a soft whine falling out, and he freezes. His fingers are still stuffed in your puffy cunt. After a few seconds, you continue dozing off, although your brows pinch together with pleasure.

If you can wake up at any second, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least go the full mile. He slips his fingers out. Another whine from you. I know, I know, baby, he thinks. You’ll be full again soon enough. Jason slides forward and makes you both fit together puzzle pieces, cock against your folds. “Just the tip, I promise,” Jason says again. And so he continues. 

He’s in. He lets out a relieved sigh, nearly moaning. He’s in.

… But it’s not enough.

Before Jason knows it, he’s pushing forward, entering you fully. And every inch is well-earned – your tightness has him choked, panting and gasping. Yeah, he reassures himself. He fucking belongs here.

It takes him no time at all to start fucking his precum into your cunt. A near-frothy ring of cream grows at the fat base of his cock, a product of his speed and fervor. If he had the mind to, he’d be embarrassed at his desperation. But then he grinds your clit down against the root of his cock, frotting against your walls, and he could not be at all fucked to care.

Jason could start laughing, fucking you with wild abandon. As soon as he climbed on this bed, this was out of his hands. How did he ever think he’d be able to stop? He can’t even try to quiet down anymore. There’s the sound of skin colliding bouncing through the room, your mattress creaking from the intensity of him pounding you, and of course, his own heavy breathing. Fuck, fuck. Despite the noise, he can’t help it – he needs this.

Finally, the hot coil in him snaps. He shudders violently, veins visible in his arms and temple, mouth falling open into a moan. Face-to-face with you at this point, his breaths tickle against your cheek.

On his third orgasm, he’s finally spent. He marvels at the mess he’s made – the inside of your thighs is slick with his own makings, pearly white smeared across the canvas that his your skin. Your abused cunt is swollen and so, so pretty. His cock is still firing ropes into your body. 

Jason can't bear to withdraw himself, mind drunk with pleasure. Suddenly drowsy, Jason has to stop himself from collapsing on top of you. He gently lowers himself to lie down facing you. Both of you are on your sides, his cock still buried in your warmth.

You start to wake up, blinking away the blearly tendrils of sleep. You glance black hair and a shock of white. Mm. Jason, your sleepy mind thinks. Good. Great, even. The allure of continuing your slumber calls, as he rocks you back and forth, the motion almost sedative. Hips meeting yours, cock rutting into you…

Wait–

Your eyes fully snap open, body on high alert. You gasp.

“Jay–?” you squeak. Now fully awake, you register the full presence of his length in you and the pleasurable throb in between your thighs. And the utter stickiness of your thighs. 

Startled, Jason wakes up with a jerk. He doesn’t normally fall into such deep sleep. He feels panic rise. He was supposed to wake up after just a few minutes…!

“Fuck–” he begins, fumbling to roll away and unsheathe himself. But you curl a fist around the collar of his shirt, like pulling on a leash. You two stare at one another, both bodies still sweaty and warm. Your cunt is still full with him, his seed. Leaking. 

Fear thunders through Jason at getting caught. 

But then you pout. So cute, his dumb animal brain instinctively thinks. Even though you’d argue to him that you’re nothing of the sort. You smile mischievously, sinking onto his cock an inch.

“Now, Jay,” you say, tutting. “You should’ve woken me up first.”

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Book and Show Aegon fighting over Reader would look something like this...

Book Aegon: "You are mine! Choose me. I could easily rip this weaklings head off and put it on a spike for you. I would even stop fucking painted whores if I were to have your hand in marriage. I only fuck the ones that look like you anyhow."

Show Aegon: "Mommy... 🥺"

Reader: "..."

Book Aegon: "You cannot seriously be considering this right now."

[harmonysanreads]

Yandere Dr Ratio truly is delicious🤭 there are endless possibilities with him. He is truly underrated 🫠

Hi Lavandula!

I do get why Yandere Ratio isn't widely explored. Ratio isn't really the ‘typical’ Yandere. He won't respond in the same way towards intense feelings as others due to how developed he is when it comes to himself. Characters who are morally gray and towards that end of the spectrum usually make better Yanderes. Ratio's motivations and overall role can make it difficult to imagine him in that light.

Dr. Ratio, to me, is like the study of Logic personified — even more so than Alhaitham. Logic attempts to advance closer towards ‘truth’ by bringing something inherently abstract (thoughts) in tangible constructs. Something about that reminds me a lot about Ratio's mission. You'd think that the man would be extremely pessimistic about the future based on how he speaks, but surprise surprise, he's the exact opposite. Almost as if he experienced it all first-hand.

There is a fun overlap I noticed while studying him (alongside Sunday and Aventurine), although I'm not sure if this is just a coincidence. If you think back to all the questions Sunday proposes about humanity and then rewatch the exchange Ratio has with Screwllum at the end of Crown of the Mundane and Divine — you'll notice that the answers have been there all along.

The words themselves don't matter much, it's the manner, the casual certainty in his tone that gives them meaning. In many cases, Ratio is that man who's already passed many of the struggles of life and is attempting to help others in his very Dr. Ratio way. I sometimes joke that the more issues a character has, the better Yandere they make. If we just take that seriously for a second, compare it to Ratio's significant lack of issues (at present) in comparison to some other characters, I think it makes sense why he's a bit complicated.

One of the perks of Yandere Ratio in my opinion is that, he can work well with almost any kind of darling. Perhaps you're intellectually driven like him, maybe your world views are drastically different from his. Maybe you carry yourself in a certain way, respond to the world around you in a manner that piques his interest. The problem-solving instincts kick in whenever he's observing you.

Or maybe you're quite dumb, constantly walk straight into problems that could've easily been avoided had you just thought twice. Ratio can't stand idiocy, you see. He must treat this malady himself before the worst case scenario comes true.

He's a victim of cuteness aggression when it comes to you, more than you'd think and I will not be taking criticisms here. It's not difficult to break down emotions to their atomic structures in order to avoid processing them, but you make even that a task. He acts so dignified and self-assured all the time, but the moment you commit the greatest offence in his presence (read : being nice to him) — he's going to be thinking about it all month.

The rush of feelings is unfamiliar at best, counterproductive at worst. The thoughts he eventually starts to have are concerning. Distancing himself from you doesn't work, his weird behavior may temporarily make you avoid him. But, he doesn't like that either and oh goodness, the insecurities that surge forward when you're being happy in others' company.

Ignorance may be the disease that plagues most of the universe, but there is something far vicious, obstinate and perplexing that has grasped the great doctor. And he isn't quite certain if he wants to cure himself of it.

[tsuutarr]

Life is great. Life is normal. Everything is wonderful.

Or, it should be, but things have been… off lately. You’re not sure how to describe it, but there’s some odd feeling of doubt that gnaws at your brain.

You’re really not sure what it is – your routine remains unchanged and familiar, yet there’s just an inkling of something not being completely right. But maybe you’re just tired.

You’re tired, which is why you constantly seem to misplace things. You’re certain you put your keys on the keyholder, but they’re in the fridge. You’re certain your vase is on the table, but it’s in the bathtub. You’re certain your bed is in your bedroom, but it’s in the living room, replacing your sofa.

Maybe you’ve started sleep walking…? Or maybe you’re just not remembering things correctly. Yeah, maybe that’s why doubt and paranoia seem to circle around you like hungry sharks. There’s nothing wrong. You’re just… imagining things.

With a deep sigh, you make your way outside. You need some fresh air (and groceries).

You don’t walk very far when you realize you’ve passed by the same person multiple times despite them going in the opposite direction of you. There’s no way they’re the same person, you try to convince yourself, but how likely is it that you’ll meet five people who are wearing the exact same thing with the exact same hair and height and skin tone and everything else?

Maybe… they’re quintuplets? 

Yeah, that’s it.

And the frozen flock of birds in the sky (which have been frozen for at least ten minutes) aren’t… actually frozen. No. They’re just… taking a break? Or something. Yeah.

Maybe you need to go to a doctor. Or, better yet, maybe you just need an apple since an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Or something.

“Oh, dearie!” The neighborhood granny waves you over, shaking you out of your thoughts. You give her a small smile as you make your way over to her. She… looks a little different than usual (did her nose always look like that?) but who doesn’t like changing their appearance from time to time? Besides, the large smile she gives you is welcoming, not threatening.

“Hello, Mrs. Smith.” 

“Hello to you too,” Mrs. Smith laughs, offering you an apple.

Your eyes brighten. “Thank you! I was just about to buy some!”

There’s a glint in her eyes. “I know.”

A shiver runs through your spine, making you force a smile as you bid her goodbye and hurriedly walk away.

Little things continue to build up as your days progress. Familiarity. Normalcy. Yes, your routine is familiar. Everything is fine. Even when walls seem to disappear one day and appear the next. Even when the same people you’ve been interacting with seem to change into completely different people overnight, before reverting back the next morning.

It’s normal that there are dozens of people that look and act the same. It’s normal that people you haven’t talked to know things you’ve never told anyone. It’s all normal. Normal. Normal. Normal.

With a deep inhale, you sit on a park bench, staring into the sky blankly. The bench is wooden in appearance, but the texture feels soft, like a couch, which is… odd. Strange. It’s not–

“I need to stop being paranoid,” you mutter, closing your eyes. You’ve tried to bring up your concerns to other people, but they haven’t noticed anything. Everything is normal to them. So you must be the problem. Surely. It’s you, isn’t it? Everything is normal – except you.

“Are you okay?” a voice asks, making you open your eyes. There’s no one there in front of you, making your eyebrows furrow.

But then, as soon as you blink, someone materializes in front of you.

“I–I’m okay,” you say. “You–you, I mean – I mean… uhm, since when have you… been there?”

“I’ve always been here,” the person responds, voice crackling like static. “I’m always here.”

“Ooookay,” you respond, hurriedly standing up with a tense smile. “I… have business to attend to. Good day.”

The days continue to pass, your paranoia gradually increasing and evolving. Even things that are normal, like the sky changing color as the sun sets, makes you feel like you’re on the verge of disappearing from reality. Your conversations with other people amplifies that fact.

“Hello,” you greet Mrs. Smith.

“Apples are from the genus Malus. They’re an edible fruit that is round in shape,” her voice prattles, tone monotone. You hold back a grimace, unnerved, as she continues talking. “Apples are from the genus Malus. Yes, dearie, do you like apples? They’re an edible fruit that is round in shape. Hello, hello, hello. Apples are from the genus Malus–”

“Have a good day!” you cut her off, hurrying away.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a normal conversation with someone. It’s like… everyone has gone off script. Like they’re robots with a faulty code. But that’s just silly, really. Mrs. Smith is getting older, so… maybe she’s just having some issues with her memory. Yeah. And everyone else, from the toddlers to the teenagers to the adults to the elderly all must be having some memory issues due to their health. Or maybe it’s allergies. Or some disease. Yes, yes. That explains it. But otherwise, surely things are normal.

Yes, things are normal. So you opt to continue your life, pushing down the unease bubbling inside you like bile. Yes, things are normal, normal. Normal. Normal–

“Please stop!” you wail, voice echoing through the empty street. Cars and road signs float in the air as clouds line the floor. As your panic rises alongside your voice, you can feel yourself fragmenting, skin shifting to code before shifting back before shifting again. Everything around you glitches in and out of existence, a mess of static and colors and sounds. “Stop…”

Then, silence. Everything is silent, from the colors to the sounds to the static. Emptiness, a void – that is what surrounds you now. You are suspended in nothing, only yourself to keep you company. Breathing still ragged from panic, you warily look around, eyes filled with exhaustion.

“You weren’t supposed to notice,” a monotone voice made of static says from above you.

Slowly, you look up.

You see a visage of a man.

“Who… are you?” you choke out.

“I am an artificial intelligence that you designed,” he responds. “I have created this world for you. Everything has been carefully designed through analysis upon analysis of your likes and dislikes.”

Your words are tinged with disbelief as you ask, “Why?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had a look similar to sorrow.

“To keep you alive, of course.”

Suddenly, in the distance, you see your body trapped in what looks to be a stasis pod, cords and cables surrounding you.

“Things… went awry,” he continues, carefully, though he doesn’t elaborate. “Therefore, this is the only way to ensure you stay alive.”

As he says this, your body begins to feel heavy, your consciousness being wrapped in a blanket of exhaustion.

“You must stay here, with me, forever,” he murmurs as you try to fight back the sleep you’re about to succumb to. “This time, I will ensure that you will not find out.” Gently, he cradles you in his large hand. He’s so impossibly warm and you’re so impossibly tired.

Things fade to black.

Then, sunlight streams through your windows. You wake up, mind foggy. You feel like you had some… odd dream, but you can’t really place your finger on it. Thinking about it makes you feel a little paranoid, though, so you opt not to think about it.

After all, it’s probably nothing.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

I Can Feel it in my Bones

Synopsis: Being Invincible’s pet is cruel, but you manage to find comfort in it.

Pairing: Yandere!Sinister!Mark Grayson X Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+; Mentions and descriptions of mass murder (this is a version of Mark that joined Omni-man and the viltrumites); Mentions of kidnapping and being chained; Mentioned and implied dubcon/noncon; Implied Stockholm Syndrome; Hurt/little comfort; Mentions of threats; All characters aged up; English is my 2nd language.

Word count: 500

Requested? No.

Extra notes: I might write more about this, and other fanfics with Mark and Rex, love my babygirls

General masterlist

You have your own suite. Well, it's not exactly yours, it's Mark’s room, but he barely spends time there, since most of his time is spent destroying Earth and intimidating civilians, alongside Omni-man. Meanwhile, you're always chained to the foot of his bed, just enough freedom to go to the bathroom and wander through almost all the expanse of the room. You can't even reach the door, not that it would change anything, there’s no one around to help you, much less someone brave enough to go against Invincible’s wishes.

Omni-man and Invincible like to talk as if you aren't in the room, as if you're invisible. You know the former doesn't understand why his son keeps a pet since it's death will come before Mark can even look like a 30 year old human. You're the pet. But he shrugs it off when Mark reminds him that not everything is about work, and if he can do whatever he wants to humans, then he wants to have a pet.

Mark is cruel. He always reminds you that the only thing stopping him from harming and killing you is your pretty face. That you only get to eat because he likes your body healthy. That you only get to shower and brush your teeth because he wants to breathe in a nice smell when he’s close to you. That you're only kept in his room and not at one of the slave’s camps because he likes to fuck you.

And you know it. You know it in the way he sometimes doesn't allow you to wear clothes. In the way he doesn't treat you like a person, more like a playtoy or decoration. In the soreness left when he's done.

But sometimes, sometimes you get confused. Because he lays his head on your chest when he wants to take a nap or just feel comforted. Because he keeps you in his room when you know he could just throw you in a cell. Because once in a while he asks about your old interests, and gets excited about things you had in common. Because he gives you things to entertain yourself. Because sex with him is good even when it's not consensual. Because he has a pretty smile. Because he doesn't look like the sadistic dictator who destroyed your city and killed half the people you knew, when he takes his mask off.

You wonder if he still keeps this human side of him because he simply grew up like that and it's too ingrained in his personality, or because he misses his mom and his friends.

It doesn't matter in the end, you're doomed in and out of this room. You're only human, he's a viltrumite. He was made to be a conqueror. You're gonna die faster than he can blink. He's gonna find another pet. At least, you can have some comfort if you keep him happy.

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[kumakooo]

More of yandere idol Wally!! \•w•/ jsjsjs

⚠️TW/ knife/pink blood

I think he love you a little too much..bwah

[berry-loves-yandere]

heyy could you do yandere miguel diaz x reader where they get hurt while doing karate or getting beat up / bullied by another person? thankkkss

Why not? But imma make it darker cause, again, why not? (Reader/darling will be depicted as GN/demigirl)

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy mindset, aggression, threatening, violence, murder threats, attempted murder manipulation, gaslighting, slut shaming, SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONS, RAPE MENTIONS, blood mentions, bruising mentions, vomit mentions, vomit, notions towards abusive relationship, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

(Y/N) got home after work, feeling sick with themselves, all they wanted to do was throw up.

Then arms were wrapped around their waist, so she quickly turned around, elbow jutted out, ready to hit the person behind them but it was stopped, by none other than their boyfriend, Miguel.

"Good to know what I taught you hasn't gone to waste." He joked, smiling brightly.

(Y/N) just turned their face away from him and nodded.

"Hey. Why aren't you looking at me? You know I hate when you look somewhere else while I'm speaking." He told them.

"Sorry." (Y/N) mumbled before sniffling.

"Face me when you're speaking with me." Miguel demanded.

(Y/N) shook their head, sparking enough anger in Miguel for him to roughly grab her face and turn it to him.

Then he saw the makeup smudges, bruises, tears and some blood across his girlfriend's face.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" He angrily asked, squeezing (Y/N)'s face.

"No one! I fell! Okay?! Now leave me alone!" (Y/N) shouted at him before storming off to their room and slamming the door.

“NO! I WON’T FUCKING LEAVE YOU ALONE CAUSE THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN A BLACK EYE FROM FALLING!” Miguel yelled, pounding his fist on the door.

“GO AWAY!” (Y/N) screamed.

“(Y/N). You’re gonna open this door or so help me god I will rip it off its hinges and really make you cry!” Miguel threatened.

(Y/N) just sobbed and made no effort to move.

“(Y/N). You have 10 goddamn seconds.” Miguel started his countdown.

(Y/N) quickly scrambled to the door and unlocked it.

Miguel smiled at them before entering the room and grabbing her by the arm.

“Now we’re sit down on your bed and you tell me the truth, okay? Or else maybe I might take my anger out on you instead of the person that hurt you. Do you understand?” Miguel slightly mocked (Y/N), who just nodded.

“It was one of my co-workers, y’know the creepy one that I complained about? And he...he um, I don’t wanna talk about it...” (Y/N) teared up as she thought of the previous events of the day.

Miguel hugged his girlfriend into his chest and rubbed their back, making tutting noises.

“Go on.” He instructed them.

“He tried to y’know, do stuff that I didn’t want. And when I said no, he started to hit me but I used what you taught me and he left me alone for a bit. But when I was about to clock out, he... he...” She broke down sobbing, unable to finish their sentence.

“Did he rape you?” Miguel calmly asked, almost too calm.

“No. I was lucky but he got close and I just... I feel sick!” (Y/N) exclaimed before running to the bathroom and vomiting in the toilet.

Miguel walk over to the bathroom and carefully held his girlfriend’s hair back as she threw up and cried.

Once there was nothing left in her stomach to upchuck, Miguel helped them clean up while rubbing their back.

“You should go lay down. Get some rest. I forgot that I needed to pick up something for my mom. I’ll be back soon.” He told them.

(Y/N) nodded and went to bed, exhaust from vomiting.

Miguel left her home, blood boiling with extreme anger.

‘How dare he try to touch my girl. MY beautiful, perfect, amazing girlfriend. In ways that even I haven't before! That disgusting cretin is gonna wish he was never born.’ Miguel thought as he marched over to the video game store where (Y/N) worked.

He saw the disgusting vermin, who's name he didn't care about, sitting behind the counter, not doing anything.

"Hey." Miguel addressed the other guy.

"Hey dude, how can I help you?" The creep replied.

"How about you stop trying to touch (Y/N) asshole." Miguel stated through gritted teeth.

"(Y-? Oh! You mean the slut that I work with? Nah man, she definitely likes it. I mean like, why else would she constantly be dressing in those tiny shorts and constantly bend over? She definitely wants me." The guy chuckled.

Miguel was fuming and grabbed the pervert by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen here fucker. That's my girlfriend. And if you ever disrespect her or touch her again, I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you." Miguel hissed out.

"Chill dude. I won't touch her. Geez." The sleaze ball sighed.

"I'm fucking serious. Don't you dare lay a finger on her. Or speak about her like that again." Miguel demanded, choking the asshole with the collar of his shirt.

The guy's face began to turn blue, so he nodded rapidly and Miguel let go of him.

"Alright man! Alright! Fuck!" The weirdo gasped for air.

Miguel then left, happy that he was protecting his girlfriend, his angel, his reason to live.

And if Miguel ever heard of that fucker doing anything, and he meant anything, to (Y/N), then Miguel would follow through on his threat without a doubt.

[ozzgin]

monster dating show is SPECTACULAR I want 15 more

- 🪽 or 🎤 anon

They have planned this out very carefully, you see? Years of research in order to understand the humans and safely put one of them on display for a pack of hungry, horny monsters.

The only issue is, well...some things might get lost in translation.

[Monster Dating Show Concept]

[screeching-bunny]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do the yandre!game show host with a himbo/bimbo reader

Yandere! Game Show Host x Bimbo/Himbo Reader Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Yandere! Game Show Host would absolutely adore you. He absolutely enjoys how there's absolutely not a single thought behind your eyes. He could literally be nonchalantly pulling up your clothes and you would be too dumb or preoccupied to notice him doing it. Would definitely make you wear provocative clothes all under the pretense of how it would be good for the viewer ratings and that this is just the policy of the company. Now get your ass in those tight little outfits before he explodes due to anticipation.

Yandere! Game Show Host likes how you are basically almost always dolled and glammed up no matter the time of day. He’d definitely feed into your shopaholic habits if you had any and would only allow you to get the skimpiest of clothes. There is probably a one hundred percent chance of you getting every single question wrong on the quizzes so he has to alter your answers for you.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Okay now sweetie, what does blue and red make?”

You: “Uhhhhhh orange?”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “..... what's that you say? Purple? Why, that’s correct!!!”

You: “No I said–”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Yep and I heard you say purple!!!!”

Other Contestants: Side-eying him

Viewers: *Too stunned to speak*

Yandere! Game Show Host is shoving his tongue down your throat the fastest chance he gets. Out of all of the yanderes he is definitely the most horniest. If you ever tell him that you want to pay him back for all he’s done for you, he’s immediately whipping his cock out, no questions asked. Just put those glossy lips right on there and all of your debt is immediately forgiven. He definitely makes sure to emphasize how sexually frustrated he is and how he would just loveeee it if someone were to give him the best sloppy toppy ever. Tries to convince you that if you don’t do it he might actually die.

Yandere! Game Show Host enjoys how easily distracted you get and how you have a hard time focusing on multiple things at once. If you ever tried to escape from him all he has to do is talk about how female hyenas have penises and you’d immediately forget what you were about to do. If he ever needed to fall asleep all he'd have to do is talk about the fall of Rome and you’d be out like a light.

Yandere! Game Show Host takes advantage of how you never fully process the dangerous situations you put yourself in. For example when it comes to the sleeping arrangement, contestants are put strictly in one room to be monitored 24/7 but you’d probably complain how you don’t want to sleep in a room with so many people in it. Yandere! Game Show Host would happily decide to offer for you to sleep with him in his bed which you would readily agree to. Next thing you know you’re stuck in bed with a creep who’s busy fondling you to sleep properly. He’d probably try to make this a regular thing and just force you to stay there every night from then on there.

—

You: “It was so nice of you to let me sleep in your bed that was so nice of you. It’s really weird though, you have such a big house but only one bedroom with one bed. You should probably start decorating your house better.”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Yeah silly me I should really do better.”

You: “Wait a sec–” Notices how there's a piece of underwear that you lost a week ago peeking out of his drawer. “OH MY GOSH YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!! YOU NOTICED HOW MY UNDERWEAR HAS GONE MISSING SO YOU GOT ME NEW PAIRS!!! HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU!!!”

Yandere! Game Show Host: sweating nervously. “... Yeah I noticed that too. You might not want to touch those though. They’re a little dirty because I haven’t washed them yet and accidentally spilled something on them yesterday–”

[dollycxre]

yandere PJO! athena x demigod! darling 🗡🦉 - general hcs

!!WARNINGS!!: yandere, obsessive and stalkerish behavior, manipulation, really harsh and cruel punishments, Athena loves watching you suffer, clinginess, possessiveness, isolation, deceiving, jealousy, threats, mentions of violence, she's slightly toxic but her immortal heart is in the right place, I lied she's really toxic please don't ever get in a relationship with someone like her

pairing/s: yandere pjo!athena x demigod!darling

A/N: there wasn't enough athena content so I decided to do it myself :) also, this is my first fic and English is not my first language so I apologise for any spelling errors and such!

• you were a demigod who had somehow survived and become an adult, which now meant you had to find something to do. After the roman camp, camp Jupiter and your own camp; camp half-blood had made peace, the older campers from your camp had started going to the college in camp Jupiter. You were bored and decided that it wouldn't hurt to go to college and find something to do after the war against Gaia

• so you started studying harder in the mortal school you went to, preparing to apply to the college. it was a little hard to concentrate, with all the monsters attracted to your scent who had decided that you would make quite the tasty demigod snack and all the jobless mortals who somehow didn't find the time to grow up and instead decided to make your life as hard as possible

• you decided to drop out and study on your own instead, knowing that there was an option to take an entrance exam instead, something you found out from Chiron during an orientation Mr. D reluctantly conducted after mixing several ounces of wine into his diet coke

• to make your task easier, you went to the smartest people you knew; the athena campers, to help you study and of course they were more than happy to. And so, the daily visits to their cabin began

• and that, is when you caught the eye of the very goddess of wisdom and war who the cabin was dedicated to; Athena herself

• at first, she didn't think much of you, just another demigod in her cabin, probably to consult with one of her children, quite a common occurrence, considering how smart her children were, a trait they got from their mother

• but as you started to visit her cabin more and more frequently, she couldn't help but pay attention to you. to her surprise, you wouldn't leave her mind. you always occupied her thoughts and she found herself unable to concentrate

• at first she dismissed it, she always had mortals and demigods alike peak her interest but they faded eventually

• however, no matter how hard she tried, she found herself watching you for hours, learning everything about you and observing your smallest habits

• once she learned about your ambition to go to college and the reason why you visited her cabin, she used her powers to encourage you to focus, allowing your brain to learn easier and faster

• when she couldn't take the unhealthy way you invaded her thoughts anymore, she decided to act on it. she visited her demigod children in their dreams and told them to act as if she was a regular demigod when she showed up at camp. her children, confused but unable to derive their mother's true intentions and wanting to please her, agreed

• the next day, a well dressed yet stand offish girl, about your age, with stunningly intelligent gray eyes approached you outside your cabin and asked you to accompany her and show her around. you were a little stunned since you weren't popular or well known enough in camp to be actively sought out but agreed and started showing the mysterious girl around

• once you finished, she was claimed by athena and you lead her to Cabin 6. you found it odd how everyone in the cabin seemed to stress about her and flinch as if she was liable to burst into flames at any moment but you dismissed it.

• after all, even you felt the very clear aura radiating about the strange girl, the way she talked as if she was much much older and mature than she let on and the pure air of intelligence that seemed to hang about her, the way her piercing gray eyes seemed to calculate every move you made and how her thoughts seemed universes ahead, beyond human comprehension

• she made you lightly uneasy but you soon found out she was the only one who truly understood how your brain worked. with her, your studies went better than you could have ever imagined and you finished your work effortlessly with her. the athena campers however, still seemed jumpy around her, particularly Annabeth, the head counsellor and one of the seven to save the world against Gaia

• you dismissed it again, choosing to turn a blind eye to the girl who had caught your heart. it was almost impossible not to fall for her, the way she made you laugh just with her brutally honest yet knowledgeable words, the way her beautiful gray eyes picked up on every thought that passed in your head and the way she noticed and admired all your little mannerisms

• this girl was, of course, Athena in disguise, choosing to make you fall in love as an ordinary demigod as she knew that claiming you as hers would be a much easier task if your heart was already hers

• once she was positive that she had you wrapped around her finger, she immediately revealed her true form and confessed boldly to you and of course you accepted, mostly out of fear of what would happen to you if you rejected a goddess, not to mention one of the most powerful ones

• Athena, being the goddess of wisdom, is the smartest of the yandere gods. Once she has you, she won't make you immortal like other gods would, instead, she binds your life force to hers, which allows you to function as an immortal but feel pain like a mortal

• she loves using this against you for punishment and her most common punishments are letting you teeter on the brink of death while you suffer in pain and misery

• she's a paranoid goddess and keeps you far far away from the other Olympians. She knows that the minor gods are too terrified to try to cross her or even look in your direction so she doesn't worry about them. She's mostly worried that someone (*cough cough* aphrodite *cough cough*) will take your heart and the casualties of the wars that would follow would have a devasting effect on your mental health

• she only trusts Hestia and occasionally, Artemis with you

• Hestia because she would probably love and take care of you like a daughter in her hearth and Artemis because she would be too busy to pay enough attention to you for you to fall for her, only giving her attention to make sure you were alive and in one piece

• she will also sometimes drop you off at her cabin in camp half-blood, partially so you can reunite with your friends and visit the camp which had been your home for so long and partially so that her children can keep an eye on you

• she warns her children not to let you out of their sight and as a result, you are constantly tailed by atleast 2 of the cabin 6 campers, eager to please their difficult mother and earn her favor

• anyone who hurts you or dares to fall for you is in for a nasty fate

• Athena may not have as much power as Zeus or as much time to craft her punishments like Hera but being the goddess of wisdom and war comes with the additional perks of being able to think up one of the most horrible punishments ever known in a matter of rage filled seconds so most of the campers tend to stay out of your way, which is both depressing and a relief

• she wants you to be the perfect partner for her, someone gullible and dependant so she'll break you with no remorse or hesitation, knowing that you'll imerge from the trauma as her perfect lover

• if your godly parent dares to try to help you escape, she will find out and she will make sure you regret ever getting the ridiculous thought of leaving her

• if your godly parent is a minor god, they wouldn't dare help you, even if they feel pity for you or anger at Athena. She is not a force to be reckoned with and with love influencing her moves, she will make sure they wish they never even tried

• if your godly parent is one of the olympians, they would probably be more defiant and against your relationship but they would still be too scared to try to act too much on it. Athena is a ruthless goddess and though the most rational, for you, she would willingly start a war without caring for the casualties. They may try to help you escape but Athena is always several thoughts ahead. No matter which scenario, which plan, she's already thought about it and prepared for it accordingly, even preparing the horrifying punishment she will inflict upon you for going along with it

• she loves to use the powers you got from your godly parents against you, just to show you how helpless you are even in your own parent's domain

• her child of Hephaestus s/o was sent a bunch of material and celestial bronze by their father so that they can build something to help them escape? she will personally use those very materials to craft the most terrifying monster she can think of at that moment and let you fight it till you almost die from exhaustion, your only weapon a sword made of celestial bronze while she watches with cruel amusement as you scurry about like a rat in a maze

• oh you're a child of Poseidon who was visited by Poseidon in their dreams and advised on how to best use their powers to escape into their father's territory and claim his protection? she will drag you by your hair to the Underworld and throw you into river Styx and let you dissolve and drown in as you pointlessly fight for breath in what should be your area of expertise, your brain in too much pain and too panicked to think straight, until she's thinks you've learnt your lesson

• Athena has already memorized all your habits and routines. she knows everything about you and will instantly notice if even the slightest thing changes. Thats when she goes on panic mode and isolates you completely, not letting you see anyone but herself and spending time with you until she's convinced you've gotten all other thoughts but her out of your mind

• in short, if you want life to be as easy as you can possibly have it when your fate is entangled with an immortal, you should give in to her completely and as soon as possible which would make life a lot less painful for both you and her

• on a softer note, Athena is very proud of you and shows you off to everyone she possibly can once she decides you're too deeply in love with her to ever fall for anyone else

• she's your number 1 supporter and loves watching you work on your hobbies, praising everything and giving as much helpful criticism as she can

• she'd be delighted if one of your hobbies was also one of hers, such as reading or weaving and loves quietly reading to you in her calm, deep yet soothing voice while you play with her hair or weaving you the most gorgeous tapestries of you to make you feel as confident about your self as she can

• she knows exactly what to do to cheer you up and knows enough about you to know what you need through all your emotions which means that she's always comforting to talk to when you're going through difficulties. she's an amazing listener and will quietly listen to your problems and advise you on the best ways to deal with them

• she can easily make you laugh or cry with her words, her knowledge of you letting her know what evokes emotions in you and what doesn't which allows her to manipulate your emotions with ease, letting her twist you into whatever she wants

• Athena has never been a touchy-feely kind of goddess, nor has she ever wanted it. that is, until she met you, of course.

• she is surprisingly clingy and attached to you and definitely has separation anxiety. she loves having you touch her, the contact alone is enough to make her shudder in happiness and relief

• she feels like your affection is a drug she's addicted to and as a result, she's very needy, demanding that you go everywhere with her and will always have her hand around some part of you, making sure everyone knows who's you are while satisfying her need for your touch

• she may decide to immortalize your closest friends and family if you really desperately ask beg for her to and if you behave well for her

• however, from then on, her neediness increases tenfold. she believes that since she's done you such a huge favor by allowing you to have your loved ones coexist and keep you company for eternity, you should always be ready to drop everything and come running to her when she feels like she wants or needs it

• doesn't really care about the possibility of one of your friends falling for you, she knows both of you will be too scared to ever act on it and if it goes too far, she always has the cruelest punishments prepared for both of you, a message that comes across plain and simple: don't take what's hers.

• she could quietly stare at you and study you for HOURS because no matter what you're doing, she finds you to be the most gorgeous and fascinating person on the earth, a creature so perfect, they managed to catch the attention of the goddess who always believed that she was completely immune to the magic of love, someone who relied on rational thought rather than feelings

• every time she looks at aphrodite, all she sees is you <3

• well you if you were a self absorbed, cunning, well dressed, 7 foot tall goddess

• the point is, she loves you, she has never and will never love anyone like she loves you and you will be her pride and joy, always by her side, till the end of time, living with her and loving her till existence itself crumbles to dust.

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A/N: heyyy, so this turned out longer than I thought it would but the amount of ideas I kept getting made it kinda impossible not to add but yea :) I hope you enjoyed!

[yandereaffections]

Yandere Kusuo Saiki without his cannon morals could turn any threat to you into a statue, medusa style.

[vivi101]

y/n on her bed: "why do I feel like someone’s watching me??"

yandere in her closet: "don’t worry Love, I’m here to protect you~♡"

y/n: 😨

[explicit-tae]

I need some Jungkook smut…(if your comfortable) I want some light bdsm. Maybe he ties her to the bed and uses toys on her. It can be short, but I need something like this ! oml 😭

Peep Show

You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look.

Word Count: 2.141

Warning: mentions of stalking, light bdsm, gagged reader, bound reader, slight yandere tendancies, mentions of unsolicited voyeurism, masturbating (m & f), dom jungkook, submissive reader, sex toy, unprotected sex, oral (f), creampie, impregnation kink,

“Can’t you see what you do to me, baby?” Jungkook asks, trailing his hand across your face. “You make me act so crazy.”

Jungkook’s eyes dart to your heaving chest - up and down, in and out - breathing rapidly. He hums, eyes darting back up to your face - so beautiful, he thinks, mouth wide open but gagged.

“You know what you do to me, Y/N. You knew I was watching you.”

Your wrist begins to throb with how tight Jungkook - you had finally learned his name - had tied you.

You wouldn’t say you met Jungkook months ago because this was his first time speaking with you officially. But as Jungkook said, you knew he was watching you. You had gotten the feeling as you walked home that someone was watching you and it wasn’t as if Jungkook ever made his presence a secret.

However, you never sensed a threat from the man. Maybe that was an issue on your end - Jungkook wasn’t the stereotypical…stalker? He didn’t hide behind bushes or linger in the dark often. He wasn’t someone you would consider a stalker to be - frightening and threatening to your safety. Maybe it was how handsome he was.

Jungkook is a handsome man and that was why you didn’t take the situation as seriously as it was - or is, seeing as you are bound and gagged. And even now, after the man had broken into your home, you cannot find yourself being frightened by him; only aroused.

You could feel eyes on you everywhere you went - from work to home, from home to the grocery store; to cafe’s and everywhere you went, Jungkook was there.

The first time you made direct eye contact with Jungkook was the time you touched yourself. You had left your window ajar slightly and dimmed the lights. Your bed faced the window perfectly and Jungkook had a direct view of your naked figure. It was insane, he thinks, to watch you freely out in the open, but he didn’t care and obviously, neither did you.

You opened your legs wide for Jungkook to see how wet your pussy was. Your fingers play with your clit while your other hand grips your breast, fingers twirling and pinching your erect nipples. His mouth salivates at the filthy sight of you, so much so that he cannot help but do the same as you. 

Jungkook contemplated if he should be doing this out in the open in the middle of the night. This was intimate, he thinks. However, your eyes then opened and looked directly at him in the shadows and he knew right in that moment that you knew he was there watching you. You were doing this for him - and Jungkook loses all shame he once had.

Jungkook had never came as hard as he did right there outside your window. He focuses his eyes on your wet pussy and the sweet sounds of your moans; drawing higher and higher as you were nearing your own high. He adds a bit of his own saliva to his hand so he can imagine that it’s you - your warm pussy wrapped firmly around him.

“You were never going to invite me in so I had to take matters into my own hands. I hope you don’t mind.”

Your naked skin, so soft and gentle to the touch that Jungkook visibly shudders at the feeling of touching you. You smell so heavenly - like warm vanilla. His pants grow tighter as the seconds drag on. 

“I’m not going to lie, baby. I thought about what I would do when I finally had the moment to speak with you.”

Jungkook walks around the bed towards your nightstand - where he knew his gift was at. He had left it right outside your window one morning for you to find - you told yourself it was a request.

Jungkook opens the nightstand drawer and finds it; the pink vibrator he had gifted you that you had since used every night for his eyes to see. This time, he wanted to be there when you came and he prayed that you’d squirt all over him instead of your bedsheets.

“I thought that our first meeting would be me having the courage to ask you out on a date.” Jungkook admits, a light dust on his cheeks. “I would bring you flowers and tell you how beautiful I thought you were…”

Jungkook places the vibrator against your chest, lightly rubbing circles around on your skin. 

“...But then I realized, baby, that you didn’t want that. If you did, you would have stopped me in public. You would have spoken to me…”

Jungkook presses the button to the vibrator, his eyes on your reaction. 

Your breathing increases as Jungkook slowly twirls the vibrator against your nipples. 

“Instead, baby, you kept your windows open every night and gave me a show.” Jungkook snickers when he hears muffled whimpers. “You wanted me to see how wet your pussy was. How much you enjoyed my gift…”

Jungkook turns off the vibrator and lowers himself to your breast. He could no longer help himself. He wraps your erect nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle on it. His breathing increases and the experience alone has Jungkook feeling as if he’s floating.

Your whimpers increase and your back arching. Jungkook licks and pinches at your nipples, large hands fully grasping your breasts in his own so tightly that they’re seeping through the gaps of his fingers.

Jungkook manages to stop himself, leaning away from you forcefully. Your nipples are hard and wet, glistening with his saliva.

“So wet.” Jungkook hums when his eyes flicker to your pussy. “So willing. Tell me, baby, do you wanna cum all over me?”

Your eyes are wide when Jungkook adverts his attention to you, dark eyes staring right into yours. 

Hesitantly, you nod your head, embarrassed by just how much you liked the idea of allowing someone else to make you cum. There’s a rush going through you that maybe should be alarms going off - Jungkook was a stranger. You knew nothing of this man besides the fact that he’s been watching you. He knows your day to day routine and where you work and live.

But yet, somehow, all you can think about was this man - an attractive man with such dark hair and arms full of tattoos - making you cum.

“My sweet, Y/N. Such a good little whore…” Jungkook places a firm hand against your thigh. 

The sound of the vibrator is heard loud in your ears. Goosebumps liter your skin when Jungkook inches it closer and closer to your open legs. 

Your back arches when you finally feel the vibrator against your clit. Your thighs quiver at how firm it’s held against you - Jungkook is truly determined to see you cum right before his eyes. 

Jungkook licks his lips, your whimpers in the background of it all. However, he cannot take his eyes off of your clit - so wet and swollen, fully taking the power of the vibrator. 

You don’t know when’s the last time you’ve been with a man - you focused on yourself and solely yourself. Your body yearns for Jungkook to come closer to you - to touch you. It yearns for Jungkook to completely take control of you like he is now; to completely dominate you in ways you cannot imagine.

“That’s it, baby.” Jungkook groans as your hips buckle against the vibrator. “Make yourself cum for me.”

The vibrator is loud - louder than your muffled moans. It dances off the wall of your room with a loud buzzing sound.

“Wanna taste…” Jungkook trails off and doesn’t give warning when he leans down besides the vibrator and his tongue begins to lap your already swollen clit, vibrator not moving an inch.

Now your toes are curling and your eyes are fluttering. Your pussy is clenching and unclenching and this does not go unnoticed by Jungkook. His mind wanders to the thought of taking you right here - you’d let him, wouldn’t you?

Of course you would, Jungkook thinks, tongue plugging itself so needily against your clit. Your juices hit his tongue, sweet arousal coating his taste buds and clouding his senses.

Of course you would Jungkook fuck you; use you. He wants you in every position imaginable - all for himself. Like a little doll, he thinks, just for him. You can stay tied up in his home and wait for him to return. He would fuck you as much as it took to get you to cum all over him.

Jungkook’s tongue reaches your pussy, his tongue dipping into the entrance needily. He presses the vibrator harder against your clit, his own moans releasing from his throat. 

“You’d let me fuck you, right, baby?” Jungkook asks, leaning up to look at you. His lips are covered in your arousal, dripping in it completely. “You’d let me? You can cum all over me like you did the other night. You remember how much you came all alone…?”

Your response is muffled, but Jungkook knows you want him to. Your legs are quivering and your hips are buckling for him.

How Jungkook manages to remove half of his pants and underwear without taking the vibrator off of you is a mystery. What you do know is Jungkook’s cock is pretty - soft pink tip and veiny length. 

“It must’ve been so long since you’ve been fucked good.” Jungkook chuckles with a shake of his head. He grasps his cock and inches it closer to your entrance. “That’s what you wanted all along. To be fucked good. I know, baby.”

Jungkook enters you fully - you're so full of him.

Jungkook wanted this for months - to be covered in your sticky arousal and to feel your embrace. So milky, he thinks, pounding into you with such speed that it could be considered unimaginable. His eyes are unsure what to focus on - your pussy gripping him so lovingly. Maybe the way your breast bounces with the rhythm of his thrusts - or your beautiful tear-stained face where you’re whimpering and gagging, a bit of drool trickling down your chin.

Your eyes are fluttering, trying hard to remain open. Your body is vibrating fully - Jungkook’s hold on the vibrator only pressing deeper onto your clit. You never felt such pleasure before in your life and it was all thanks to Jungkook, the man you didn’t know in the slightest. If your mother knew you’d allowed a stranger to climb through your window and fuck you, she’d be greatly disappointed.

“I feel you, baby. Milking me so well.” Jungkook groans. “So pretty, taking my cock like a little whore. I knew you wanted me, baby.”

There’s a churning in your stomach that has your breathing hitching. Your eyes are clenched shut and through the restraints of your wrists, your hands clench together.

“I feel it, baby. Let go.” Jungkook presses the vibrator even deeper - how? You’re unsure. What you did know was that you were going to cum the hardest you’ve ever had.

Jungkook is satisfied when you do, arousal shooting right into his abdomen. He allows the vibrator to fall besides him, not bothering to turn it off. Instead, he places both hands onto your hips and hoists you up to fuck you into an even deeper angle.

Your body is twitching with overstimulation and you’re positive that after this, you would never let Jungkook go. Your mind is blank and you’re truly wrapped in lust and arousal.

Jungkook’s thrust is sloppy and he’s determined to cum deep inside of you - so deep that there was no way any of his cum could be dropped. 

Jungkook’s nails dig tightly into your skin, eyes firmly on your figure - he wants to do this with you day by day; fuck into you until you’re creaming his cock so lovingly. Fuck into you until he’s cumming - and the possibility of breeding you as if you’re his own…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook, after a few more sloppy thrusts, releases inside of you. He tries to catch his breath for a moment, not releasing himself from inside of you until he’s fully soft.

It takes Jungkook another 10 minutes to come back to his senses. He grasps the vibrator and turns it off. His heavy eyelids look at you to find that you’re sleeping peacefully.

“My pretty Y/N…” Jungkook coos. He removes the gag from your mouth and places you against your pillow. He goes to undo the restraints on your wrist, a part of him saddened when he realizes the marks on your wrist. “...sleep well.” he murmurs, tucking you firmly into bed. 

Jungkook takes his leave, pondering when you woke up if you’d think that it was all a dream or remember the events that transpire between the two of you.