#yandere celebrity

[suiana]

yandere! celebrity x gn! reader

"this is for your own good."

"yeah, as if."

you roll your eyes, scoffing at your captor words. in return, he flicked your forehead, annoyed at your defiance. honestly you couldn't believe it. you couldn't believe that you would be in such a situation.

I mean come on! he's a celebrity! a big shot celebrity! with lots of money, fame and the hottest face and body! meanwhile you're just some NPC! working a boring 9-5! so... it's only reasonable that you can't fathom him actually taking an interest in you.

"look, this is a funny joke and all but can you let me go ho-"

"I already told you it isn't a joke. I actually like, no love, you."

he sighs as he sits in the chair opposite from you. he crosses his legs, one over the other while his arms are folded and he leans back into the expensive chair. your binds cut into your skin, burning painfully as you frown and glare at the celebrity.

there's no way he actually likes you. you've only talked to him a few times and that's when he comes to get coffee from the café you work at- wait, did he seriously fall for you in those few occasions where you interacted?!

your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you stare at the celebrity in bewilderment. god who knew he was such a romanticist! and here you thought he'd take way longer to fall for someone due to all his past flings...

"why are you looking at me like that?"

he questions as he leans forward in his seat. at least you weren't glaring at him anymore so that's a start. maybe you're-

"no way I'm actually the main character!"

ah.

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[strawberrysprinkledonut]

Renter Problems

yandere!celebrity x gn!reader

Synopsis: You're trying to find a place near your university to stay, and you've managed to find a mansion owned by a celebrity to live in. His name is Jacob, and you've known him since middle school, living in the same city as him. He's blown up as the new, hot celebrity thanks to the movie he's starred in, though, while you're just struggling to pass by. But he's been acting strange, and you're determined to .move out Details: Physical and verbal abuse, drugging, manipulation, gender neutral reader

Living with this man was hard. His constant need for your attention and approval, his strange comments, his overall eccentric way of living. At first, living in a celebrity mansion for a cheap price had seemed like a dream, but instead, it'd turned into a burden.

You sit up on the bed, leaning your back on the headboard and look out the floor to ceiling length window to see the sun slowly setting. You want to find a stable, normal place to stay in soon as possible.

You had posted an ad online so renters could contact you if their spot became available. You felt more secure with that back up in mind. You suppose thinking so much about Jacob attracted him because you suddenly hear a knock at your door.

"You there?" He asks, opening the door without waiting for a response.

"What's the point of knocking if you can't wait for a response?" You ask.

"It's my house, that's my door." He responds with a straight face.

"Sure..." You respond, not having the energy to argue.

"Anyways!" He claps his hand and points and you. "Want to watch my new movie with me? Pretty good if I say so myself."

You shift uncomfortably, bringing your knees to your chest. He's a bit closer to you now.

"Um, sorry Jacob but I feel a bit tired."

Jacob's smile drops. "What, you don't want to spend any time with me?"

"Huh?" You almost laugh out loud. "Do roommates have to spend time with each other? I'm paying my share of the rent, right? Do I have to be friends with you?"

Yikes. Was that a little mean of you?

Jacob would say yes, that was really, really mean of you. He was just trying to be nice.

Jacob sits at the end of your bed and you look at him confused.

"Y/n... ...Tell me the truth. Do you-" He stares at his lap. "Do you still hate me for what I've done to you when we were younger? Could you ever forgive me?"

You're stunned that he's asking for your forgiveness, but another part of you is hesitant to accept his apology, as you go through the multiple events where he'd picked on you at school. Small things, like name calling and throwing paper balls at your back.

"Oh! Um- well..." Your words falter. You have a grudge against him, but nothing so big that you would bring it up to discuss.

Jacob forces tears to form in his eyes and looks up at you. His glossy, brown eyes, all sad and red. It's fake, but you don't know that.

"Y/n the truth is I've always loved you. I admired you so much but I was too embarrassed to say my true feelings to you. Because I was scared of being rejected." Your stomach turns and you feel bad.

"I- aw.." You try to say something to comfort him but you can't form words.

You crawl to the end of the bed and you hug him. His big arms wrap around you as well and it feels more like he's cradling you rather than you embracing him. Your small form is engulfed in his arms and you start to feel calm. Jacob feels pretty good right now too.

"Jacob, don't cry, I'm sorry." You whisper to him. Sorry for what, you didn't fucking know.

"You hate me, right?"

"No! I don't!" You assure.

He gazes into your eyes. "Do you like me?" He softly asks you, not breaking eye contact.

You're speechless right now.

You part your lips and you're about to toss out some words about you and him having potential to be friends, but you're interrupted.

By Jacob pressing his own lips on your slightly open mouth. He moves his right hand to the back of your head supporting you and kisses you harder, pulling you in.

You gasp and push him off, jumping up on your feet.

"Shit! What was that!?" You exclaim. You stare at him, shocked by what just happened. You feel hot and dizzy.

Jacob looks at you. "Sorry." He mutters and leaves, locking your door on his way out.

You're left to be on your own, stewing in confusion.

It's not a matter of want now, but a need to move out immediately. Like the universe is helping you, you get a notification on your laptop about an available renter who's willing to rent out a cheap basement near your university.

You're leaving, tomorrow.

-----

You've woken up this morning feeling determined and energized. You've contacted the renter and you were supposed to move in next week but you begged her to let you move in tomorrow, and you've taken up on packing. 

Thankfully, Jacob is gone again, doing his celebrity work, whatever that could entail. 

You haven't seen him once since yesterday, when he confessed his love to you, then kissed you. You hadn't wanted to be kissed, or at least you think so.

On paper, maybe you should have enjoyed it. Jacob is attractive. He has loose waves and a pretty face. It felt bad, and gross, but it had also felt good, the kiss. Yet, you didn't think you could be in a relationship like that. With him. 

Who knows where that kiss could have gone. It may have escalated...

You cross your legs and squeeze your thighs thinking of the possibilities. You feel warm.

You should have hated the kiss. You did, but maybe not enough. Did you like Jacob? Oh my god. No, he was a total creep, and he hadn't even asked to kiss you.

He was only thinking of his own needs again, being selfish, just as he always had been with his inflated ego.

You've almost finished packing and it's early afternoon. You stretch yourself onto the bed and doze off.

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"Y/n? Are you home?" Jacob calls up. 

"Yeah, I'm here." You call down. 

"Come down, I brought dinner." 

You walk down the stairs and Jacob is in awe of your beauty. You have a glow. It's not the lighting, you're just a natural beauty, you're special. 

"Really? What'd you get?" You ask. Should you tell him the news that you're moving out after or during dinner? After, you decide. 

"I just got some Italian food." 

You smile at him. "Nice, I love pasta." 

"There's more to Italian food than pasta," He begins.  

You raise your eyebrows. "So no pasta?"

He grins. "Of course pasta." 

You're glad things are back to normal, because delivering the news will be easier now. Jacob unpacks everything and you smell the warm food, margherita pizza, pasta... 

You bring to the table 2 plates. 

As the 2 of you sit down, you stare at the plate most of time and eat ravenously. You've been so hungry all day, this is a blessing. 

Jacob tells you about the new interview he did, and how he had to sign "a 1000 autographs" 

Dinner is soon finished and Jacob brings out a bottle of wine. "Let's have a drink on the sofa." He suggests. You hesitate. "It's fine, everyone drinks Y/n, don't be so prudish" You relax on the sofa and taste the wine in your glass. It's fine, but you would really prefer anything else.

Jacob turns on the t.v. He sighs. "I've been lonely recently to an empty house, I'm glad you're here with me now." 

Aw man, why'd he have to say that? You freeze and the sentence you've been building up to saying gets stuck. You feel warm and fuzzy because of the wine. Your eyes feel kind of heavy too. 

"Speaking of- speaking of empty houses, I hate to say this Jacob, but I am leaving... ...tomorrow." You tell him, looking past him. 

Jacob stares at you with sharp eyes with that sentence. 

"What do you mean. When will you be back?" He asks, suddenly, and harshly, grabbing your wrist. 

"Jacob, I'm moving out." You say, trying to remain gentle. You notice the strange look on his face, it's not anger or sadness, or maybe it is? You're not sure. "I mean, I'll visit! Dinner at your place sometimes?" You add, trying to appease him.

He tightens the grip on your wrist. 

"Ow! Jacob, stop, it hurts! My wrist hurts!" You shout. You try to twist it out of his hand but it hurts more doing that. He doesn't let go. His eyes darken. 

"What, is it because of this kiss yesterday? You know, I'm sorry, but you wanted it too. I could tell." He asks, staring directly at your own eyes, unmoving. 

"Huh? Jacob you're ridiculous. I didn't want it, and yeah, one of the factors is the kiss. Also what you just said to me. Let go." 

"Don't go, stay." He tells you. 

"I've already made all the plans. I'm moving tomorrow. You probably didn't notice but I'm done packing." You retort back, trying to move away. 

Jacob slaps you in the face. The sting leaves you paralyzed in fear. "I said, don't go!" He shouts. He lets go your wrist and you notice immediately the numbness and redness on your wrist. 

You break down in tears and you start to scream for help. A neighbour, someone, anybody, to hear this and call the police.

But the alcohol blurs and softens your actions, like a terrible dream. Your arms feel weak. And that's when you realize that Jacob didn't have any wine himself. Had he meant for you to become intoxicated by yourself?

"Shut up!" Jacob barks at you and pulls you by your hair. "I confess my feelings toward you and you choose the coward's way and leave? Instead of working on this relationship?" 

"Stop!" You sob. Jacob stuffs a kitchen towel in your mouth and holds it their to stop your screaming. He then wraps it with a ripped plastic bag to secure.

You gag and almost throw up with the sudden intrusion of a foreign object in your mouth.

Holding your wrists with one hand he searches for something else. 

Jacob squats to your level and brings out a needle with a strange liquid already prepared inside. Your eyes widen and and your muffled screams do nothing to help your case.

"I didn't want to use it this early, but you're trying to leave. Leave us." He explains. 

"It'll hurt by the way. It's supposed to make you fall asleep. I think the alcohol is not supposed to be taken with this, but you escalated the situation so there's no helping it. I didn't want to do this. I wanted to have some fucking damn food with you. You're the one who's robbing me of choices and making me into a monster." 

Even in your panic you notice him rambling.

He's frantic and crazed, like a desperate maniac, sweat beads and wide pupils. 

He grabs your upper arm and quickly injects the strange liquid into your body.

 It hurts. 

All your muscles seize up and it feels like you're being ripped to shreds. Your body slowly goes limp and you feel yourself falling into a deep darkness. 

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[yanderewhispers]

Yandere! Celebrity x Fan! Reader (Part 2)

Sebastian has grown intensely possessive and pushy with his affection. His once charming demeanor transforms into a dark and twisted obsession, making him a full-on yandere. He becomes consumed by the idea of possessing you completely, using his fame and wealth to manipulate situations and isolate you from others.

As your bond with Sebastian deepens, he starts exhibiting more yandere tendencies, becoming a full-on yandere in his relentless pursuit of you. His obsession with you becomes an addiction that consumes every waking thought. The fear of losing you drives him to increasingly extreme and erratic behavior.

Sebastian's insecurities fester beneath his charming exterior, and he feels an overwhelming need to prove his worthiness to you. As his celebrity status places him on a pedestal, he fears that you might view him as unattainable or out of your league. These insecurities drive him to be overly pushy with his affection, showering you with constant attention, gifts, and professions of love.

In his mind, he believes that by drowning you in affection and material possessions, he can ensure your undying loyalty. He uses his wealth and influence to create lavish experiences, whisking you away to private getaways, designer shopping sprees, and extravagant events, all in an attempt to solidify your connection.

His behavior, however, becomes suffocating. He relentlessly monitors your online presence and interactions, consumed by jealousy and possessiveness. He dislikes any form of attention you receive from others, viewing it as a threat to his relationship with you. He starts discouraging you from engaging with friends or other fans, planting seeds of doubt about their intentions.

Sebastian's thoughts spiral into a toxic mix of love and obsession. He becomes addicted to the idea of you being exclusively his, pushing aside any semblance of logic or respect for boundaries. He craves complete control over your life, dictating your actions and decisions, convinced that it is all in the name of love.

As his obsession reaches its peak, he starts manipulating situations to keep you away from other people. He may go to extreme lengths, like spreading rumors or sabotaging your interactions, to isolate you further from those who care about you. In his mind, he justifies these actions as necessary to protect you from potential harm.

He begins to view any form of rejection or resistance as a sign of your naivety, believing that you don't truly understand the depth of his love for you. Sebastian's neediness becomes more apparent as he struggles to cope with the fear of losing you. His emotions swing wildly between adoration and anger, and he finds himself on the edge of losing control.

In his pursuit of your affection, Sebastian becomes increasingly erratic and desperate. His once charming demeanor turns into a dark and twisted obsession that he can no longer hide. He has lost sight of reality, consumed by the idea of possessing you completely.

As the days pass, Sebastian's love-addiction intensifies, leading to increasingly disturbing behavior. He becomes fixated on every detail of your life, from the mundane to the significant, obsessively memorizing your daily routines and preferences. His thoughts are consumed by thoughts of you, day and night, leaving him restless and yearning for your presence.

He spends hours crafting elaborate plans to surprise you, believing that each grand gesture will solidify your bond. His love-addled mind convinces him that the more he invests in you, the more he'll win your heart, creating a twisted sense of entitlement over your affections.

As he becomes more desperate for your attention, his pushiness escalates to new heights. He bombards you with incessant messages, both online and offline, demanding immediate responses and expressing his distress when you don't reply promptly. He justifies this possessiveness as genuine concern for your well-being, when in reality, it stems from his fear of losing you.

His jealousy simmers beneath the surface, boiling over at the slightest indication of your connection with others. He views any interaction outside of his control as a betrayal, unable to bear the thought of sharing your affection with anyone else. This jealousy blinds him to the harm he's causing, fueling his need to maintain dominance over you.

Sebastian's sense of reality becomes increasingly skewed as he loses touch with reason. He creates a delusional world where you two are destined to be together, a universe where he alone understands your true worth and no one else can appreciate you like he can. This skewed perception drives him to take drastic measures to remove any perceived threats to your relationship.

In his desperate pursuit of your love, he may resort to manipulation, gaslighting, and emotional blackmail. He guilt-trips you into prioritizing him over other aspects of your life, making you feel responsible for his emotional well-being. He carefully twists situations to portray himself as the only one who truly cares for you, convincing you that he's your protector and savior.

I need to go to sleep. Randomly having motivation to write at 3am in the morning has wrecked my sleeping schedule 💀

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[amber-michaelson]

His Darkside

Tom holland x reader

Summary: all is well till his celebrity life gets in his way and he's about to lose his love but changes things very fast

Read at own risk

Warning: swearing, yandere

yn pov

“have a nice day” i smiled handing the costumer her coffee “next please” i called and smiled as i saw a familiar face “tom holland 4 times this week people are gonna start thinking you have a crush on me” i giggled “well your smile just brightens my dreadful day” he smiled leaning onto the counter “oh really do you want my smile and your regular” i asked “yes please with a chocolate muffin” he pleads and watches as i get his order ready “hows filming going” i ask making small talk since he was the last costumer the rest already sorted and chatting not caring that TOM HOLLAND was in the shop ‘must not be movie people’ “its good good but tiring” he mumbled and smiled as i handed him his order “well thats 15 dollars please” i said and wiped the counter where i spilled “keep the change” he smiled and handed me 30 and i was about to protest but he shook his head and turned around but turned back around and stared at me “can i take you out” he blurted out “like a date” i questioned tilting my head “like a date” he murmured nodding and grabbed a pen and paper out of his pocket and scribbled down his number “you just keep a pen and paper on you” i laughed “well when a fan wants a autograph” he said handing me the paper i smiled at the little note he wrote ‘if a star fell for every time i thought of you, the sky would be empty’ it was kinda weird “ill make sure to text you later” he said smiling before leaving “bye” i murmur to myself ‘i just got asked out by a celebrity’.

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tom pov 

i looked at my phone as i waited for her i choose a casual date spot so i didn’t make her uncomfortable with a fancy restaurant “hey tom” i looked up as i heard her and looked her up and down “you look beautiful” i say standing up and pulled her chair out for her “such a gentle men” she giggled and sat down “anything for a beautiful woman” i smiled and sat back down “how was your day” i asked and sipped my water  "it was very slow after you left" she murmured gazing over the menu "what would you like yn" I mumbled waving over a waiter "ill just have fd and ff please" she smiled at me and I order mine "your orders will be right out" 'this is gonna be great'.

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Yn pov

The silent tears run down my cheeks I can't do this anymore its not right for me or him the media is right I'm not good enough for me "babe I'm home" I quickly wipe my tears away and put a smile on my face it isn't his fault be doesn't deserve the hate I bring "hey baby" he greet and hugged me "hey welcome home" I freak as my voice sounds shaky "whats wrong" he asks pulling back and staring at me I couldn't do it anymore "we need to talk" I murmured and walked to the couch him trailing behind me "did I do something wrong" I shook my head sitting down "your making me scared what's wrong" he murmured grazing his hand up my arm I grabbed it and held it in my lap im gonna miss him "tom...." I paused thinking of the right way to say this "I can't do this anymore and I'm really sor-" "what do you mean couldn't do it do what" he asked pulling his hand away with a little force "tom our relationship has to end" I murmur looking down as the tears started again "why why are you doing this" he muttered "you deserve someone better" I whisper and yelped as he forced me to face him "who said something" he asked raising his voice which he has never done infront of me "why would you ever think you were never good enough for me" he said softening his voice and let go of my face "I never thought I was good enough for you but I wished I was when you asked me out I thought it was a dream but now reality is catching up and I can't do it anymore" I cried looking away from him "what do you mean reality is catching up" he asked but I couldn't answer "what do you mean" he shouted standing up I looked at him in fear and moved away "answer me" he yelled threateningly "I can't tom" I said putting my hands up as a shield "why cant you tell me why" he screamed and picked up the vase that layed on the table and threw it at the wall I was shaking in fear and got up and started running up to our room but he was following in toe "are you cheating on me is that why you wanna end our relationship" he screamed and threw a picture frame that landed next to my head, I shot into the room and was about to close the door put his foot got into the way "tom please you have to understand" I pleaded and moved away from him my cheeks wet with tears "understand that your trying to leave me without a explanation yn" me muttered and grabbed the bat we kept by the bed incase of a robbery "tom please don't" I begged and gasped as I hit the wall "you don't understand one thing yn and it is that you are mine and you belong to me and me alone you can never leave" he yelled and raised the bat and hit me knocking me out.

Tom pov

I stared down at her unconscious body and dropped the bat to carry her into our basement where I will keep her till she's ready to come out again and it doesn't matter how long it takes "sweet dreams babe" I murmur as I finished cuffing her to the bed "now lets check that little phone of yours" I muttered and went to the living room where her phone sat on the table I sat down and grabbed it and turn it on the lock screen was a picture of her and Tessa when she first met her and her password was our anniversary I looked on her social media's and watts-app but nothing she was loyal "then why did you want to break up" I murmured to myself I see she had a opened app and clicked on it my eyes widening "what the fuck" I muttered and scrolled down the page it was hate comments and theories of me just using her I threw her phone into the wall breaking it "well yn you don't have to deal with that anymore because you won't me able to leave me" I muttered to myself.

Bonus

"It is the 10th year anniversary since tom hollands girlfriend has gone missing, he was spotted at their favorite restaurant picking up his and hers favorite meal and his commitment still stands" the news reporter says "and I think that's enough tv for today babe" tom grabs the remote turning off the TV kissing the cheek of the emotionless girl as their three kids whispered to their mothers growing belly with their 4th child she lost her freedom and tom lost her love but he will never let her leave never till her last breath she is his and his alone

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[lovelywongie]

Image yandere influencer promoting your social media account because you will be with them cuz you must be great full for sound that.

We love some good manipulation:).

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[mellowwillowy]

You really shouldn't have shrugged your husband of convenience like that when he hinted to you about sex.

Yan! Drug Lord Husband x GN M! Spouse (Non-con/Dub-con/con?; asphyxiation)

He really had reached his limit; putting up with your distant self who was only all about framed perfection but never the household's perfection.

It was a marriage arranged by convenience, per se. As the next heir of a crook, you possessed wealth, intelligence, and relation to match his, the drug lord and one of the nation's biggest threats.

What he expected was not something as cold as this when he first saw you. A well-bred heir, growing up in opulence unlike him, a stray mutt who grew up in poverty. Unlike you who was sheltered by the crook of your parent, he was orphaned without a name to remember.

The two of you were different right from the inside to the outside. So it was only natural that he expected the marriage's life to be hollow from any connection.

And not miserable.

Kaspar was a man of avarice himself despite embodying the sin of a glutton, alas his little heart, his little inner child couldn't help but yearn for a sliver of your warmth.

To feel the warmth of your body colliding with his, not out of scheduled marital duty but out of urge and yearning. To chat with you about the weather on the dining table instead of relaying what your parent had asked you to relay to him.

And to hear you reassure his little heart just for once that he had long grown up as a fine man and not a stray mutt.

You had accidentally read his diary, so why, instead of a face flashing in pity, did you show him a face of indifference? You apologized curtly after you were caught reading it, and left without saying anything more. Not a touch or reassurance nor a glance.

That very night too he decided to test your conscience. A shake by your shoulder, a whisper above your ear. The two of you rarely sleep together, let alone perform marital duties.

But instead of giving him the illusion of pity from your conscience, your scrunched-up brows and elbow had snapped his consciousness into half.

He had always been the gentleman to you so naturally you were surprised when something akin to a beast strangled you as he had his way with you, rough and merciless.

Just like the stray mutt he was, forced to bear its canines and defraud for survival. You had always been the sheltered dog despite the life you lived in. You had seen a fair share of beasts in the underground world.

But what you had never expected was to have a beast have its way with you.

Black dots started to cloud your vision as you failed to catch even just a breath. The pressure around your neck had you coughed up in pain as your hole was stretched without any proper lube.

Yet oddly enough, you find this enjoyable.

Being the sheltered dog you were, you craved for something indescribable. Something you had never felt. And you knew what it was. Pain. Horror. Fear.

All three surged into you tonight, your eyes rolling behind out of suffocation and pleasure, your sex made it evident to him which earned a husky chuckle from his lip.

"You should have just told me you enjoyed being abused like this early on, love. That way, I wouldn't have to fuck you to boredom all this time."

Yes. You knew deep down what you were. The heir who gets off from pain, evident when the bullet was shot into your limb that one time.

The moment you read his diary was the moment you shuddered in expectation. A stray who had to fight for survival, surely he knew his way around digging his canines into his enemies instead of just ordering his men around right?

You wrapped your arms around him for the first time, and with a hoarse gasped voice, you pleaded, "Do me how exactly I like it, my love!"

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[wildestdreamsblog]

I'm Yoongi's bitch so I can have one “What was supposed to be a one night stand with a member turned out to be more when he couldn’t let go” with him?

Where You Belong

Pairing: CEO!Min Yoongi x Secretary!Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Light Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I too am Yoongi’s bitch. Also I wrote this while I had six glasses of whiskey if there’s error, pls do forgive sksks. I hope you enjoy this! <3

3000 celebration

“Fucking finally,” Min Yoongi growled as he thrusted his hard member into you. The loud sound of flesh slapping against each other was loud in his bedroom. He had always thought it would be good with you, but fuck if he expected it to be this fucking good.

You were like a custom made for him, like one of those bespoke suits he was always fond of. The moment you entered in his office four years ago, he had felt the growing attraction he had tried to squash to no avail. Min Yoongi had tried so many things, but you were engraved in his skin…so deep that he knew removing you would be fatal to him.

You were his trusty secretary, someone he could really leaned on. But you were more than that. You proved to be more than that. You were his friend, his confidant, someone who took care of him when he overworked himself which he tended to do a lot.

You were his.

Simply his.

Yet the moment you casually mentioned that some other firm reached out to you to recruit you, he lost it.

Yoongi really thought he could rein his intrusive emotions, but he was proven wrong.

It was late at night when the two of you reached the hotel. You were in another city after finishing closing a partnership when you quietly brought it up to your cold boss. You wanted to slowly integrate him to the thought of you leaving, knowing full well that he didn’t do well with sudden changes.

Not when it came to you.

Never when it came to you.

You had developed feelings for him two years ago, and you knew it wasn’t healthy for you to stay. It wasn’t good for you to wait for him, not when he proved time after time that you were just a secretary to him. Not when he looked at you as though he never saw you for who you were.

You needed to move on from this stupid crush.

Having just finish debriefing with him, you thought that now was a good time to tell him your intentions slowly.

Yoongi closed his laptop, the workaholic in him finally feeling at ease now that the contract was done, and it was all because of your hard work. He looked at you with his dark eyes, admiring your strength and professionalism- yet he knew he couldn’t cross the line…unless you did first.

“Let’s go to the museum you want to visit tomorrow-“

“Enhypen company reached out to me,” you cut him off, your voice strong despite feeling the exact opposite. You almost wanted to take the words back when you saw his face lost all its emotions. You were now facing the Yoongi that people feared.

“Excuse me?”

“T-they want to interview me next week-“

Yoongi chuckled lowly before slowly placing his laptop on the coffee table. He loosened his tie, his movements precise even as his eyes were on you. “And what did you say, kitten? I hope you put them down gently…”

You gulped as he stared at you as though he could see through your soul, as though he knew the secrets you kept.

As though he knew you were in love with him long before you admitted it to yourself. And it was because of that that you knew you had to leave this stupid crush behind and move on with your life. “I told them…” you trailed off when you saw him tilted his head, his dark eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue with nonchalance in his movements. He leaned in, his elbows resting on his knees as he waited for you to decide on his face.

“Yes, kitten? You told them no, right? That’s good. No one deserves you as much as I-“

“I told them I’ll go next week.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room. The silence was suffocating, his glare was like vines keeping you in place. It took forever before he scoffed. He couldn’t believe you were considering leaving him.

“No.”

You blinked owlishly at the man sitting in front of you. “No?”

“You heard me,” he postulated as though it was a done deal. “You’re not going to that fucking interview. You’re not going to leave. You’re going to stay by my side.”

Your could feel your heart beat faster as though it was warning you of the danger that was slowly standing and sauntering to you.

And when he was close enough, he leaned in to whisper, “No one can have you but me.”

You cried in pleasure as Yoongi drew another orgasm from you. He was relentless when he heard you would leave him, became unhinged with the thought of never seeing you again.

He couldn’t have that, could he?

Yet, the moment he fell asleep, you knew you had to leave. You couldn’t survive when morning came and he looked at you with indifference once again.

Or when he would tell you it was a mistake.

You just couldn’t.

And so you left his embrace that felt like home.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked in barely contained anger as he looked at your direct subordinate. It was nine o’clock and yet, you were nowhere to be seen. You were usually here by seven in the morning. When he woke up without you, he lost it. The hotel room was the telltale sign of him losing his ever loving composure. It took you running to crumble his nonchalant facade.

“S-she resigned, sir-“

“You’re fired.”

But the letter neatly placed on his desk was notice enough of you leaving the company, of you leaving him.

As if you could.

He would make sure there was no place on earth you could hide from him.

“Are you insane?” You seethed as you saw him. He was calmly sat down, his evil lawyer looking at you with soulless eyes. “Fifty million just because I left?”

Min Yoongi shrugged, his eyes looked bored. But he was anything but bored. He felt alive now that he could finally see you.

It took tons of lawsuit before you agreed to meet with him.

“You breached the contract.”

“It specifically said that I can leave whenever I want!”

“Tsk tsk,” Yoongi shook his head in faux sadness before smirking at you. “You should have read the contract carefully, my kitten. It says here you can’t leave me. Ever.”

You slammed your hands on the desk, your anger getting the best of you. Couldn’t you just moved on in peace?!

“I know what I signed! This isn’t it!”

“Then prove it.”

But how could you when he had all the resources in the world to make you stay? He knew it. You knew it. That smug smirk of his was a sign he knew he had you cornered.

Kitten, you really should have known you couldn’t leave. Not when he finally understood what he felt for you, not now. Not ever.

At your defeated expression, he softened his expression and reached out his long, veiny hand to clasp yours. “Or come back to me. This is the only way, kitten.”

Come back, and he swore that he would always make you happy.

That he would be the best husband for you.

That you would never, ever want to leave him.

#min yoongi x you #bts fic #bts yandere #3000 celebration #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #min yoongi x y/n #yandere yoongi #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #yandere min yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi yandere #suga x y/n

[somerandomdere]

Yandere! actor x crew member! g/n reader

tags: fluff, slight? yandere themes (duh), you can tell I don't know much about how hollywood scandal works, it's my first fic pls feedback

Fame was everything to Gabriel, it's been his whole life. He was a nepo baby, he has seen the cameras the moment he was born. Blessed with a good face, filthy rich parents, and a flirtatious personality, he was everything ladies wanted in a man.

Until everything came crashing down.

He got into a huge scandal he wasn't even aware of. He was accused of sexually harassing a fellow co actress, when in fact he never laid a finger on her. Sure, he was a well known celebrity and has a history of sleeping around, but that doesn't mean he will force himself on someone without consent!

The scandal got so big he was defamed everywhere. His sponsors withdrew, his parents and friends wanted to cut ties with him, and his girlfriend cussed him out before leaving.

It wasn't him! But at this point, no one believed in him. He started being depressed, having suicidal thoughts, and contemplating on quitting his dream career.

Enter you. Beautiful, radiant you.

After a long day of carrying heavy sets and helping out around the set. You were exhausted, so you went out to breathe some fresh air and smoke. As you lit up your cigarette, the main actor of your current show, Gabriel, seemed to be crying. You wanted to smoke, but you couldn't just leave a crying man alone! and you did want some privacy while taking a puff

"Hey... you alright?" You genuinely asked.

You didn't know much about Gabriel's scandal, since you weren't very interested in the affairs of celebrities and thought that fans should just mind their own business.

And you were just here to make extra money, what's the worst that could happen? You'll be gone in no time anyways. He'll just quickly forget you.

"Hey um..." You started awkwardly, and cleared your throat. "I may not be the best person that can comfort, but you can talk to me. I'll listen."

You thought he would be suspicious of you, because of his celebrity status, but he ranted to you and cried. How he was misunderstood. How the people closest to him never believed in him. How he felt so hopeless after he lost everything.

You reached out to touch his hand. You let him know you understood. How painful this period of life will be and how it will all be fine after.

You told him to take a look around him. Look through a different scope, see the people who actually cares for him. You told him how your uncle never believed any of those rumors and took advantage of this to hire him.

He teared up, not from self pity this time, but from realisation. Maybe he should abandon those people who never saw his true self anyways. For the first time, he looked into your eyes. The sunlight danced over your eyes, it reminded him of the warmth his parents used to give him, before they got too busy.

Maybe that's when he fell for you. He couldn't really point out when he fell head over heels, but he can kinda figure he feelings sprouted here.

He came back, stronger than ever. His acting caused your uncle's movie grossing to skyrocket. It hit the box office, everyone was talking about his movie through social media, how he so accurately acted his role, to the point they shivered. He decided to take this opportunity to clear his name. Due to the how overwhelmingly successful his new movie was, people decided to believe him.

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"Y/N! My name was cleared!" He squealed into the phone. You sincerely felt happy for him and offered to celebrate with him.

He wouldn't let this opportunity go without a waste! He immediately said yes. He wanted to see your beautiful face again, and finally ask you out.

He will finally be yours, and you will finally be his.

@hana-no-seiiki

@lovverletters

@moyazaika

@yxami

@mightypossibly

@suiana

My inspos on how to write fics (and my fav fic writers!) PLS PLS PLS PLS GIVE ME FEEDBACKKK

#male yandere #male yandere cafe #yandere actor #gn reader #yandere celebrity x gn reader #first post #idk what else to tag #i'm actually shaking

[wodimewoahtime]

hey till...... don't you have just a little too much tsundere "i'm not gay" yaoi protag power???? why are you attracting these guys like a hamster to the shredder

#what is this..... both the male leads are troublesome guys......... #till why are you attracting guys with bad personality's!!!!! #QMENG GIVING LUKA A NOSEBLEED AT CATBOY TILL IS INSANE THO #on that one you can't even deny it cmon #it's cute when it's actor au 2 younger idols pursuing their actor sumbae #but doesn't it also have a taste when the 30 year old famous perfect guy celebrity yandere ceo ends up gaining an interest #in the 21year old young college student till???? #and he's roommates with his 22yo childhood friend ivan (super popular) who's been in love with him since they first met #hey wait..... doesn't this make ivan the second male lead........ #will this guy ever win....... #hey!!! cheer up ivan!!!!!! #personally at least!!!! i've always liked the second male leads the most!!!!!!! (pain) #ivantill #tilluka #is that its ship name? #ivantilluka #kdrama ass shit #till alnst #ivan alnst #luka alnst #alnst #alien stage #alnst official art #i'm normal

[suiana]

Hi honey! Can I request something smutty with yandere celebrity?

no *starts writing it anyways*

(yandere! celebrity x gn! reader) (not full on smut but still quite suggestive)

"it would be entertaining to see what would happen if I just leaked your nudes-"

"you wouldn't."

the celebrity responds immediately, smirking at you as he leans back in his chair. his shirt halfway unbuttoned as he nudges you with his shoe.

you merely grumble, shivering and cold on the floor as you look up at the celebrity with an annoyed gaze. man, this was not what you were thinking of when your celebrity captor suggested something fun. you were thinking more of board games or him letting you free, not whatever this was.

yeah right now you were half naked, dressed in only his shirt with a collar attached to your neck, hands restrained behind your back, and forced to act like his dog.

this was not fun at all.

"hey can you let me wear my pants-"

he shakes his head, clicking his tongue as he tugs on the leash which results in you yelping, face landing in his crotch. ...to which he laughs merrily, cheeks slightly red as he makes no effort to move your face away.

it did not help that your hands were restrained.

"mfgfg"

you mumble into his crotch, trying to move free from this very... suggestive position. of course, since you were the 'main character', god had other plans and this meant you weren't getting out of this situation anytime soon.

"god, you look absolutely adorable."

the celebrity coos, patting your head as he holds the leash tight with his other hand. he man spreads wider as he takes in the position that you two were in. ah... it's always so entertaining with you around.

"maybe we should do a more interesting pose."

he hums, pulling you away from his crotch as you heave a sigh of relief. but of course, this relief would be short-lived with how he immediately made you sit on his shoe, a grin on his handsome face.

"ride my shoe."

damn, next time you weren't trusting him whenever he said he wanted to do something fun.

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere celebrity #yandere celebrity x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

[shadowystan]

YANDERE! celebrity x f!reader – he's so pretty, so popular (you really don't wanna be his sweetheart)

No but YANDERE!celebrity with a toxic fanbase.

It's not him you should be scared of. Not his bodyguards or his influential family; not his obsessive ex or crushing best friend.

The fanbase.

Jealous fans would cloud your life. If you have social media, you'd be hacked a few thousand times a week. If you block them, turn off your comments and go private, you'd get doxxed. Plain and simple.

It's upsetting. It's suffocating. And it's downright terrifying whenever you're out in public. Death threats at your face, stalkers outside your door. No peace of mind, none whatsoever.

But of course if you're pretty enough...

YANDERE!fans who want nothing but the best for their idol. Only someone as dazzling as you could deserve him.

(It's set in stone. You have no choice.)

YANDERE!fans who're the epitome of degeneracy. Writing dirty, smutty fanfiction on the side while making ship edits with you and their celebrity. It doesn't matter how many times you've streamed live, asking them to quit it because the both of you weren't official or how much it makes you uncomfortable.

YANDERE!fans who instead of agreeing and respecting your wishes, go as far as to send you everything. Gone are the rules of RPF. They're spiteful, they're overbearing and most of all, they want you to know you have no power.

YANDERE!fans who litter whoever you try to date with messages of "kill yourself <3" or "jump off a roof. respectfully." on their social media comments or DMs.

YANDERE!fans who spread elaborate rumors about you when you do something that remotely doesn't meet their standards.

The air was soothing. The atmosphere lively. You heard the chatter of the birds, the laughs of the couples, the giggles of the teen girls-

"-Let's say she assaulted someone!"

What?

Leaning slightly to the left, you nonchalantly readjusted the dark spectacles framing your eyes. Hoodie pulled over your face and a lone piece of lettuce peeking out of your lips, the thought that someone might recognize you left your mind for the briefest of times.

And you focused on the task at hand. Eavesdropping on the conversation happening two tables to your side.

They were being rather loud. And concerning. Quite concerning.

"-That's too much, Sana." A puff of air left your mouth, a reassured smile curling in it's stead. At least Sana had wise friends-

"I mean how bad would it look for Iseul's reputation? He can't be dating an assaulter!"

You froze.

Iseul. Iseul. Iseul. Iseul Iseul Iseul Iseul-

That damned name.

A bunch of collective "oohs" and "aahs" splattered. The teenagers nodded in agreement, being particularly vocal.

"Let's say she bullied one of us!"

"Or that she has been to prison!"

"We caught her shoplifting?"

"Boring!"

A fry was thrown at whoever said the last word. Useless bickering followed by rolls of their eyes, the girls easily overcame the little hindrance and got back to brainstorming.

You sucked in a breath, spoon limply hanging off your fingers.

They were definitely talking about you.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. It's not a big deal. This is normal-

"We should break into her house or something. The address is leaked anyway."

The table screeched, you stood up.

Legs having a brain of their own, you paced out of the restaurant, the memories of the girls fibbing and bickering and planning like no tomorrow kept echoing through your mind. Like a broken record. Since when had your life turned to such shambles?

God. Why were things like this for you?

Releasing a shaky breath, you gulped, burying the insecurity deep inside of you. Whipping the lopsided glasses away, you stop caring for a moment.

You don't care. For sure. But then your hands are moving and they're looking through your pockets, seeking for something and my goodness, since when did your phone start feeling so heavy?

Unfamiliar and hesitant, you went through your contact list, heart beating so fast that you felt like it'll rip right out of your chest. Your lips quivered, flushed skin feeling hotter and hotter by the second. A fever? Or was this anger?

You shivered, ignoring the tears and the salt and the aching, aching feel of your soul. You fiddled for a moment – just a moment – but then you're harshly pressing the call button and wiping snot off your nose before placing the phone to your ear and waiting like a madwoman. Impatient and uncalm and-

"My love! You called!"

Him.

Him. Him. Him. Him.

How you hate him.

"I'll-I'll do it,-" You spluttered, very much on the verge of choking on your own spit and mumbling strings of curses at him and them and every single person who's so, SO mean to you- "I-i'll make it official. We.. we will! Just..- just please.."

You've perished. You've perished until this second, this moment and you'll continue perishing but-

"J-just.. make them stop."

Don't you deserve a break too? With everything he puts you through?

A tsk from his side was heard. Iseul sounded amused, almost cross with you. Almost pouty. Almost smiling.

"Really now? This easy? Things were only just getting fun."

You wanted to gut YANDERE!celebrity. Brutally.

#yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere #yandere x f!reader #yandere!celebrity #yandere!fans #yandere x reader

[yanderewhispers]

Yandere! Celebrity x Fan! Reader (Part 1)

Sebastian is a charismatic and influential star adored by millions. Behind the fame lies a possessive and obsessive nature, determined to keep you close in the shadow of his stardom.

In a lavish fan sign event, you find yourself face to face with the charming and influential celebrity, Sebastian. With his striking looks and magnetic aura, he exudes an aura of stardom that captivates everyone in the room. As you approach him, he flashes a warm smile that sends your heart racing.

Sebastian's status as a beloved celebrity has brought him fame, fortune, and a legion of devoted fans. Yet, amidst the crowd, his eyes lock onto you. He takes a moment longer to sign your merchandise, making you feel like the only person in the room. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement and curiosity about the man behind the celebrity façade.

Over the following weeks, your encounter with Sebastian lingers in your thoughts. To your surprise, he reaches out to you through social media, initiating casual conversations about shared interests and experiences. Despite his busy schedule, he makes time to talk to you, treating you as a friend rather than just a fan.

As your online friendship deepens, Sebastian slowly reveals his more vulnerable side. He confides in you about the pressures of fame and the loneliness that comes with stardom. Through his words, you catch glimpses of the real person beneath the celebrity image, and you feel a sense of understanding and empathy toward him.

Sebastian's gestures become more personal. He surprises you with gifts and tickets to his exclusive events, expressing his appreciation for your support. He admits that he feels an unexplainable connection to you, a connection that transcends the typical fan-celebrity relationship.

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian has been carefully observing your life from afar. He uses his resources not to invade your privacy, but to learn more about the person you are beyond the fandom. He admires your passion, kindness, and authenticity, qualities he finds increasingly rare in his celebrity circles.

As you spend more time talking, Sebastian's feelings begin to evolve. What started as a fascination with a devoted fan has turned into a genuine affection for you. He finds himself daydreaming about your future together, sharing intimate moments away from the public eye.

However, Sebastian's status as a celebrity also brings forth a sense of possessiveness. He becomes fiercely protective of your budding friendship, becoming subtly jealous of your interactions with other fans or friends. He yearns to be the only one who knows you intimately, the one who holds the key to your heart.

Despite the glamour and wealth surrounding him, Sebastian is far from perfect. His insecurities and fears about rejection from someone he deeply cares about make him vulnerable. He doesn't want you to see the darkness that lies within his fame, but at the same time, he can't bear the thought of losing you.

As Sebastian's feelings for you intensify, his status as a celebrity becomes a constant obstacle in your relationship. He longs to break free from the constraints of fame and live a normal life with you, but he knows it's impossible. The ever-present paparazzi, the prying eyes of the public, and the expectations of his fans make it difficult for him to have a private and meaningful connection with you.

He becomes increasingly paranoid about rumors or potential leaks that could expose your relationship to the world. The fear of public scrutiny and judgment gnaws at him, driving him to take extreme measures to protect your bond. He meticulously plans every encounter and communication to avoid any traces of their connection being discovered.

As your friendship blossoms, Sebastian's possessiveness grows, and he becomes possessive of your time and attention. He orchestrates situations that keep you close to him, whether it's inviting you to exclusive events or offering you opportunities to be part of his inner circle. He enjoys being your confidant and secret keeper, relishing in the power of holding such intimate knowledge about you.

As his obsession deepens, he slowly starts crossing boundaries, using his status and wealth to manipulate situations in your favor. He arranges for private getaways and romantic dinners, where he can have you all to himself, away from prying eyes. He hires people to ensure your safety and comfort, making you feel like a princess in his secluded world.

However, beneath the glamour, there is a darker side to Sebastian's actions. His fear of losing you drives him to increasingly extreme lengths to maintain control over your relationship. He might manipulate circumstances to distance you from other people in your life, ensuring that you become more reliant on him emotionally.

The facade of his charming personality starts to crack under the pressure of his obsession. He becomes more possessive, irrational, and paranoid. He desperately clings to the idea that you belong to him and that no one else can truly understand or love you the way he does.

As the line between love and possession blurs, Sebastian becomes blinded by his desires. He may start engaging in unethical practices to protect your bond, even if it means harming others or crossing moral boundaries. The fame that once brought him joy now feels like a prison, and he yearns for an escape with you by his side.

#male yandere #yandere #yandere headcanons #x reader #yandere concept #yandere oc #yandere celebrity

[eetherealgoddess]

Hey, I just had a really good idea for u to write. A yandere bonten and a singer/ famous reader. I really love your writing style, and I get sooo excited when I see u post something 🫶🤭

Thank youu!! I get excited for good requests :)

ꨄMelodic Ruinꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Famous Singer Au

❦You’re an artist who caught Bonten’s attention❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

(Mostly Mikey but you’ll see what I mean)

❣︎I know in real life the manager doesn’t “own” the singer, but in this story, the reader will have signed all of their artistic rights to the manager so that the plot will make sense❣︎

Not fully proofread

Japanese language is red

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Melodic Ruin

Claps could be heard echoing throughout the concert hall as you stood on the surface with a sweet smile, thanking the audience before walking off the stage, the lights shutting off behind you as the crowd began to make their leave. The long dress you wore hugging your figure as the train of the fabric followed behind. You had just completed the last performance for your concert, your hands rubbing along your sides as you released a breath of relief. Of course you don’t get as much anxiety as you did when you first started singing in front of thousands of people, you just really cared about your craft. A perfectionist you could say. This particular performance was important as well considering the extra onlookers your manager warned you about, you having noticed a few of the “important” people in the VIP seats when you were on the stage.

You are ranked as a famous singer in your country, not having been worldwide just yet besides the few videos of you singing at home or in the studio that went viral, as well as your first album that was released recently. You’re a new industry baby, but you’re still trying to keep your own personality in your work without getting controlled by any record deal which is why you’re an independent artist. You take pride in your art, creative by heart and ambitious by nature. It took you quite a few years of releasing singles and singing social media videos to finally get noticed for your talent. You’re proud of yourself which is something that doesn’t happen often enough. You’re not exactly at the top yet but you’re not mad with where you’re at.

“Good job, Y/n! You’ve caught quite the attention!” Your manager greets you just as you made it backstage, offering you the business card in her hand. You look down and take the paper on your own, eyeing the print. Your eyes widened.

“I got invited to perform in JAPAN?!” You exclaim. Never have you ever gotten an opportunity to go out of the country, only touring around local concerts although still popular by demand.

“A private, high classed lounge owned by club owners Haitani Ran and Haitani Rin! Isn’t this great news?” She beams as she holds her hands up. You look at her with your eyes glistening, a wide smile on your face as you feel so grateful for the opportunity. And to be personally invited to perform at this specific lounge is a huge deal for you. You’ll have more of a chance at getting acquainted with bigger connections. It’s intimidating, yet you couldn’t help the excitement that your hard work is finally paying off even bigger than it has.

“We’re leaving first thing tomorrow so get your bags packed because it’s gonna be a long trip!” Your manager says before giving your arms a tight squeeze. “You deserve this, Y/n. Bask in it now because before you know it, you’ll be attracting even bigger opportunities.” She walks off, leaving you with the business card as you read the print once more.

You immediately change before packing your bags when you make it home, excitement making it hard to fall asleep although eager for the next day to come. It was early in the morning when you and your manager met at the airport holding your private jet. Checking your consistent notifications as well as scrolling through social media. Sitting on the plane was full of thought while you listened to the music blasting from your headphones, thinking about the venue you’d be performing at. How intimate it’ll be to sing amongst all of those people who will be judging you, observing your creativity to see if it’s worth the profit.

An empty estate was offered to you and your manager, coming upon a penthouse once your driver dropped you off. Your manager basked in the luxury as she unpacked, talking your ear off as if she’s more excited than you. You chuckle at the thought before heading to your own bedroom to unpack, an eyebrow raising at the name tagged on the door. When you opened the door, you were met with a modernized luxury bedroom. The body sized window gives you a beautiful view of the city from above. You stood there a moment before turning around to get your outfit ready for the night, already having notified your manager to not call the stylist since you already had an idea of what you were going to wear.

When evening finally struck you had just climbed into the vehicle, your driver helping you in before shutting the door behind you, along with your two security guards who traveled with you. Your manager sat in the passenger seat, the black suv moving along as you eye through the tinted window. Your nerves are struck, having never performed in a country other than your own. Especially with the presence of numerous important individuals, you couldn’t afford to make any rookie mistakes.

When you arrived, you were helped out of the car, different locals being held back by guards already posted for the lounge, keeping the crowd behind the ropes as you walked along the red carpet. You waved and smiled as people screamed your name and song lyrics, cameras flashing as well as paparazzi ready for the next best shot. Finally making it inside, you were greeted with a beautiful melody, red covering the walls with a marble floor. Gold decor plastered along as well as the large chandelier hanging from the middle of the room.

A red rug sat in the middle of the floor along with cushioned chairs and glass tables, a bar across from the stage as well as many people conversing with champagne and other alcoholic beverages. A woman holds a microphone on the stage, entertaining the audience with beautiful harmony. Everyone wears all black formal attire, causing you to look down at your shimmery, golden gown with a grimace. You turn to your manager as you both walk down the hall in the opposite direction, heading for the dressing room.

“I thought I was supposed to wear gold.” You say softly. She smirks.

“You are. Don’t forget, Y/n. This is your special night.”

My special night, right.

You take a deep breath before one of your security guards opens the dressing room.

Your eyes perk at the man standing inside. He turns his head back before walking towards you with a smile. You eye his purple orbs before examining the suit accenting his broad figure. His neck tattoo displays a symbol you’ve never seen before, though it fit him well. Fingers run through his short, dyed hair as he gets closer.

“Welcome, Y/n. Haitani, Ran.” He states, holding a hand out. You smile politely, ignoring your anxiety as you shake his hand. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his skin felt against yours.

“Hello, Mr. Haitani. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” You beam, subconsciously rubbing your palms against the fabric of your dress, refraining from picking at the dress.

“Please, call me Ran. The pleasure is all mine. We are grateful to have you here.” He says, before connecting his lips with the back of your hand, gaze still holding yours. You felt your face warm, having never been handled so gently by a man considering the type of males that live in your hometown. Your manager walks up, both of them greeting each other, though her body is slightly tense when she gives him a tight smile. You fail to notice the display of tension, too focused on the tingling sensation lingering from the contact with your hand.

“I see that gold fits you very well. Best choice I’ve ever made.” He chuckled. So he recommended it to your manager?

That brings you comfort knowing you hadn’t made a mistake, after all it never felt good to be the odd one out because of misinformation.

“Indeed it is. Y/n, let’s get you ready to perform!” Your manager eased her arm around your shoulder before pulling you off, Ran waving bye as he exited the room while you shifted your gaze at her with confusion.

“What was that about?” You question her as she fixes her own makeup in the mirror.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The way you just interr…”

“Y/n.” She breathes out. “Let’s focus on your music, yeah?” She says as she touches up your face. You nod your head right before an employee comes in to queue you. You exhale before heading down the hall behind the stage.

“Please give a warm welcome to Ms. Y/n!”

Straightening your back, you stepped onto the stage, revealing yourself to the audience who claps and cheers, giving you the welcome you deserve. You gaze at the beautiful view of the crowd, noticing a familiar suit sitting with eight other interesting looking men. You greet the crowd right before the music begins, beginning your performance as everyone quiets down, along with the light over the audience dimming.

During your performance, you allow yourself to get lost in the music. Closing your eyes as your hand moves along, flowing with the melody as your beautiful voice harmonizes well with the piano. Your head tilts as you release a stronger note that comes from the base of your voice, tightening your grip on the microphone as you walk along the stage. The slit of your gown opens slightly, exposing your thigh as you move across the stage. Your gaze shifts to different sides of the lounge, making eye contact with a few of the audience members as some of them sway their upper bodies with your song.

The frequency of your voice brings a sense of calmness to the crowd, some with their palm holding their cheek up as they wear a smile, pleasantly losing themselves with you as they seem to be in a trance that locks them in to only you. Some lean into your presence as they gaze at your figure, nodding their heads occasionally to the flow as well as admiring your overall appearance.

Your manager stands behind the stage, out of the sight of everyone as she chews her nails, shifting her gaze to the eight males that sit upstairs with the best view of the stage. Her eyebrows furrow while her arms tremble slightly, unable to focus on anything else but the intimidating gazes stuck on you. The platform of her shoe taps against the ground as she exhales.

The music goes out just as your voice lingers the last note, eyes fluttering back open as a grin grows on your expression, all the while one of your arms lie out to the side. You set the microphone back on the stand after you bow with a “thank you,” as everyone claps. You accidentally catch Ran’s gaze as well as the other men just as you wave ‘goodbye’ to the audience. You meet your manager behind the stage as she gives you a smile and pulls you into a hug.

“Great job, Y/n! Now let’s celebrate.”

The night was spent drinking as well as having conversations with various people, discussing their businesses and hobbies as well as asking you numerous facts about yourself. Your manager seemed to have disappeared a while ago, leaving you to sit by yourself on a lounge chair, the dress hugging your legs as if you were a mermaid. You eye your phone’s screen while taking a sip of your champagne, eyeing the recent post of your own performance until the shadow of a person steals your attention.

“We need to go, now!” Your manager says before snatching your wrist, pulling you along as drops of liquid splash out of the glass.

“M/n? What the hell?” You gasp as you’re caught off guard, almost tripping over your own dress while she forces you to rush to the dressing room.

You yank your arm out of her grip before glaring at her.

“M/n! What is going on? Why have you been so on edge tonight?” She quickly gathers all of your stuff as you stare at her with disbelief. She pauses, failing to look at you.

“L-look. I’ll explain everything later. We just need to get out of Japan right now.”

“Wait a minute. I thought we were staying for a few days.” Your tone shifted to concern. “What’s wrong, M/n? Did something happen?” She drops the makeup supplies before turning to you and gripping your arms.

“I told you, Y/n! I will explain everything later, but right now we don’t have much time! We need to leave, now!” You gaze at her with shock along with fear as you become nervous by her own look of terror. Sweat sliding along the lining of her forehead along with her eyeliner slightly smeared with red eyes.

What the fuck is going on?

“Oh? What’s the rush? The party was just getting started.” A smooth voice says with amusement behind you. You watch as your manager’s eyes widened before you turned to meet your gaze with three men. Your eyes met a familiar purple though the rest of the features were slightly different, the purple mullet being the most prominent as well as the matching tattoo you saw on the male earlier. You guessed this man to be the other owner of the club, Haitani Rin.

Standing to his right is a man with golden eyes, blonde strands falling over his face along with his black hair pulled into a neat ponytail. His expression was light, holding a smile that you could mistake for politeness. He placed his hands in his pockets after shutting the door behind them. To the Haitani’s left is a man with narrowed blue eyes that seem to pierce into your soul, his pink mullet shaped perfectly around his beautiful features. Your gaze shifts to the scars placed at the corners of his mouth, furrowing your brows before you take in the situation at hand.

“What’s going on, M/n?” You side eye her as you watch her eyes widen. Her lips slightly apart as she tries to think of something to say.

“That was a beautiful performance, Y/n. Fitting for such a gorgeous woman.” The blonde says as he approaches, holding a hand out. The tiger in black ink on his neck added to the intimidating aura that contrasts with the expression on his face. He mimics Ran, bringing your limp hand to his lips while gazing into your eyes. A look of such intensity that you had to look away.

“Thank you…” You pause in expectance.

“Kazutora.” You nod with a polite smile before shifting your gaze to the others.

The tension in the room has yet to disappear. You couldn’t really focus on anything else but how scared your manager looks right now.

“M/n. It’d be in your best interest to follow us. The King wants to speak to you.” The pink haired one says, a look of satisfaction crossed his face when he states ‘the King,’ which causes you a little confusion by the title.

Kazutora takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along as you look behind to glance at your manager with a questioning look. You all walk out of the dressing room and through the hall. The only sounds being your heels clicking and their speech, nothing you could decipher because of the differing language.

“Surprised she’d be Mikey’s type.” Rin says to the other men.

“No kidding. Who knew a famous babe from Y/c would catch his eye?” Kazutora says while glancing at you.

“There’s a lot you two don’t know about Mikey.” The pink haired man replies.

“Hm, I guess you’re right Sanzu. Wonder how long it’ll take before blood sheds tonight.” Kazutora rubs his chin.

“Can’t wait to find out.” Sanzu smirks.

You turn back to glance at your manager who looks as though the color on her face has disappeared.

I hope I find out what’s going on with her.

You all arrive upstairs, walking down a hall before being met with an office. When you walked in, you noticed the other men who sat on the balcony with Ran, standing around the desk facing the entrance. Ran also in position though sitting in a chair next to the desk in the spacious room. A man with pale hair sits behind the desk with a sweater hanging off of his shoulders, dark eyes gazing into yours as Kazutora removes his arm and leads you to your seat. Your manager sits beside you on another chair, along with Rin standing by her side and Kazutora standing by yours, everyone facing the platinum haired male. Sanzu takes position beside the short man, standing by his chair with his hand holding the other.

You felt on edge, seven pairs of eyes focused on you, all the while silence filled the room. You turn in your seat to look at the blocked entrance, some other broad men blocking the door. Your eyebrows furrowed as the room seemed to get colder, turning back in your seat as you faced the mystery man.

“Speak.” His narrowed eyes meet your manager’s.

She hesitates as you watch her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her chest rises as she takes a shaky breath in before exhaling.

“U-um, I…” She stammers, fingers trembling against the arm of the chair. You stay quiet, concerned with her behavior as your own body glistens with sweat from stress. You shift in your seat, straightening your back as you cross your ankles, your legs fidgeting as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“You tried to leave? And so soon?” He questions, his expression stoic as his eyes bore into your manager’s. Her hands move to her lap as her foot taps against the ground.

“U-uh, no. No I didn’t.” She breathes out.

“I think you did. Didn’t she?” They all responded with “Yes Boss.” Before silence falls once more.

“Why?” M/n’s mouth shuts as she tries to think of something. You could only guess that she was nervous because of whatever business title the men hold so you decide to speak up for her.

“We’re grateful for the opportunity, really. It’s just been a long night.” You explain, only causing some of the men to chuckle at the naivety. Your eyebrows furrow in irritation. “Okay, what the hell is really going on?”

M/n looks at you with wide eyes before holding her hands up and shaking her head.

“Y-Y/n, I’ll explain later, just give me some ti…”

“No, tell me right now why everyone is acting so weird. Stop wasting time.” You growl, sick of the antics and the vague conversations.

The man looks at you for a moment before nodding to Rin. To your surprise he pulls out a gun just as M/n hops out of her seat causing the chair to fall backwards. She runs to the entrance only for him to hold the weapon up, shooting the gun. The bullet penetrates her back, causing her to fall over, a shriek leaving her lips as the throbbing pain fills her senses. You jump out of your seat in shock, eyes staring at the blood staining her attire while she lays her head on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, heading to the bleeding girl only to get pulled against a chest, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your feet off the ground.

“You said to stop wasting time!” Kazutora laughs as the rest look on in amusement to the woman losing consciousness.

“Y/n! I-I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! I had no choice! I had no choice!” She weeps, hand smacking against the floor as she covers her head with her arm. “I’m so sorry.” She whimpers.

“What are you talking…! Let me fucking go! She needs to go to the hospital!” You yell, beating Kazutora’s arms as you try to pry them off, kicking your feet.

Sanzu walks to the woman lying on the ground. Setting a foot to the wound before pressing down, causing a strangled gasp to come out of her mouth. You struggle harder as you watch him point a gun to her head from above.

“Explain yourself.” He growls, smiling wide with crazed eyes.

“I-I sold you! I s-sold… you! It’s… *gasp* all in their…*pant* hands!” She weeps, “I h-ha… *grunt* had no choice!” Her own nails pierce her palms as she turns her hands to fists, squeezing in pain as he continues to press his weight down.

You could only stare in silence as you paused your struggling.

“T-they’re a… a gang! A *pant* criminal….organization! Th-they…*grunt* threaten…!” She screams out in agony once Sanzu pulls his leg up and slams his foot down on her wound. You wince as you begin to struggle again.

“Let her go!” You were angry with her, yes. However, if the truth is that they threatened her, you couldn’t help but empathize despite your lingering resentment. Your only focus was to get both of you out of here alive. You wondered where your guards were.

“Yes, ma’am.” Sanzu smiles before moving his foot off of her and cocking the gun, pulling the trigger. The bullet blasts half of her skull open. The sickening sound of blood splattering the floor causes you to gasp before you yell out, tears falling out of your eyes at the traumatic display.

“Hey, save those vocals for the bedroom, yeah?” Ran jokes before lighting a cigarette, some of the other men chuckling at his response.

“Let me go! Let me go, goddamnit!” You growl angrily, crying as Kazutora forces you to sit down.

He cocks his gun, bringing the barrel to your head while putting a finger over his lips. You eye him with a look of horror.

“Shh.” He starts. “Boss isn’t done talking.”

You pant as you hold your chest, staring back at their ‘boss’ who eyes you quietly. The room calms down once more as everyone takes their original positions, a gun still pressed to your head. He slides a form over for you to read. You lean in your seat and look over the sheet that confirmed your manager’s signature, signing you over to Bonten, a criminal organization residing in Japan.

“The contract doesn’t lie. During this term and all others, you are now the property of Bonten.”

You shook your head while whispering, “No.”

“I own you, Y/n. You can either fall in line willingly or by force. I don’t care. You’re mine.” He says before standing from his seat.

“Mikey.” He says to you before shifting his attention to the others. “Take her to Bonten’s headquarters.”

Kazutora hides his gun and grabs your arm as you struggle against his hold. Just as Mikey and Sanzu, along with some of the other men, head to the doorway, he says, “Knock her out if you have to.”

A breathy laugh is released from Kazutora before he pulls back a fist.

“Sorry, doll.”

Darkness immediately engulfs your vision.

#yandere x reader #yandere #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere bonten #bonten #bonten x reader #bonten x you #bonten trio #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x you #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #ran haitani #ran x reader #ran x you #rin haitani #rin x reader #rin x you #singer #famous au #singer au #celebrity #celebrity reader

[sanyu-thewitch05]

A/N: This little Yandere influencer idea has been in my head for a while. So here it is.

Couple Goals: extremely smutty

Shower Time: still somewhat smutty with fluff and 1% miscommunication.

I’ve always wished I was a bit more popular, but not like this.

“David, stop leaving Gucci purses at my house!” I yell, scaring my cat Felicity as I take in another purse from outside.

My phone pings and I see a text message from David.

David: If you don’t like the brand or color, I can get another color 😉

I sigh and try not to snap my phone in half.

Cherie: STAHP! My neighbors think you’re my sugar daddy or pimp!

David: Aww! I’d be glad to be your sugar daddy anytime. I could provide everything y-

I block him and throw my phone onto the couch.

Why did I have to go to that coffee shop?

4 weeks ago:

“I heard that this coffee shop has a good chocolate chip cookie dough cappucino,” I say entering Miss Coco’s.

“Which is why I brought you here. You need to get out of the house more,” My friend Strawberry (Berry) says, getting in line with me. “By the way, Cherie, you should be more careful about being clumsy. You nearly fell into a puddle getting here.”

“I know-ahh!”

I fall and the person in front of me spills their drink all over me.

Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! OH CRAP!

“Mmm...ohmygod I’m so sorry!” I fiercely apologize, getting off the person.

“Don’t worry it’s ok. I should’ve watched where I was going.” A young man with sunkissed blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, and fair-olive skin. “Here, let me pay for you and your friends drinks.”

The young man stands up and grabs a couple of napkins for us to clean up.

“Cherie, do you know who you just ran into?!” Strawberry whispers as she cleans up the iced coffee.

“No. He just looks like the average white boy.” I whisper back.

“That’s David Loves! He’s one of the most popular influencers on Tiktok, Instagram, and Youtube! He has like 40 million followers across his platforms!”

“So he’s an influencer? Is that all?”

“Is that all? Is that all? How are you not impressed by him?”

“Cus’ I don’t know him.”

“Here are your drinks, ladies,” David says, placing a chocolate-looking drink and a pink drink on the counter. “Oh, can I have your socials?”

He sticks his hand out to me and I look at him with surprise. Why does this boy want to follow me on social media?

“Sure,” I answer, handing him a piece of paper with my socials on it.

“Catcha ya later, Cherry Babe.”

David winks at me before walking away.

“Oh, my God! David Love just flirted with you!” Strawberry squeals as she carries our drinks out the door.

“It doesn’t mean anything. He probably does that to every girl he meets,” I counter, as I take my chocolate drink from her.

Turns out it did mean something. It meant a lot.

#yandere influencer #yandere oc #oc x oc #my ocs #Cherry Babe #yandere boy #yandere celebrity #OC Cherie Jones #OC David Love

[mellowwillowy]

Yandere who tricked you into debt with each game you played against him. You really shouldn't have involved yourself with the shady bastard who refers to himself as a 'Sponsor'.

You had always been intrigued by the mysterious man referred to as the 'Sponsor'. He lured you into a dangerous world of games and debts, ensnaring you in his web of manipulation. He promised lucrative rewards and fame, a high-risk high-reward game yet each time you played against him, he would trick you into incurring more debts with every loss.

His games were rigged against you and each game you played brought you further into debt. Now, he had you exactly where he wanted you – in a position of desperation and with no way out.

His slender fingers lightly stroked your arm, his touch like a whisper of poisoned air. You had just lost a hand of poker against him, a swift defeat caused by his royal flush against your full house. With a sickeningly sweet cooing tone in his voice, he gripped your face by the cheeks, his nails digging into your flesh.

"I thoroughly enjoyed our game, but did you?" He asked in a mocking tone, his eyes sneering and uncaring at the way you trembled against his touch and tone.

You tried to shake him off, or at least pull your face away, but his grip was tight and firm. His maroon eyes gazed into yours, unblinking and unrelenting. With a shivering lip, you snarled at him through gritted teeth; "Curse you, you fraud."

A curse in retaliation instead of a plea, it truly amused the 'Sponsor'.

In a split second, you were pinned beneath him, your back hitting the poker table. The impact of the collision knocked the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath. While you were still gasping for air, his face was now inches away from your neck. His tongue licked a stripe up from your now forcibly exposed collarbone to your jaw, sending a shudder of revulsion through you.

"I really like you," he whispered, his breath hot and heavy on your skin before he added, "You never fail to show me just how shallow you can be."

Right before he could bite your neck, you managed to thrash free from his iron grip and elbowed him right on the face. He staggered back, rubbing his red cheek in shock. His eyes blinked at you in an empty daze once, twice.

As he regained his bearings, his eyes flickered into a familiar teal hue. Erickson's teal eyes came back to focus and he broke into a laugh.

"Why, I just enjoyyyy teaching disobedient pups like you." The veins on his neck stood out, and though he tried to feign politeness in his tone, the scrunched-up brows betrayed him.

"Stupid mutt," he spat the words out, his fingernails digging deeper into your cheek, threatening to tear it open.

"You should have just behaved and I'll let you live as a pampered cat thoroughly." Your struggles only seemed to excite him further, tightening his grip on your cheek and raising his other palm threateningly.

Just before Erickson could slap you, a man held Erickson in place, preventing him from landing the blow. "How much is their debt?" He inquired, his tone dripping with indifference.

Both men locked eyes, maroon against teal, both of them resembling each other quite a lot if not for their physical stature.

"And what do you think you are doing, Noel?" Erickson asked, his head cocked to the side. To your surprise, he didn't seem to mind the interference.

"I am here to sever them from you debt-wise," the man who you assumed to be Noel replied, his other hand motioning like the blade of a guillotine falling down.

Erickson barked into a laugh before he decided to let you go. He gave Noel a theatrical head shake, "Why of course, why not ask this little mutt how much they owe me?"

Noel walked over to you and helped you rise to both feet, his maroon eyes bore into yours, the answer was obvious.

Upon hearing the ridiculous amount of your debt, Noel's brows scrunched as he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. Erickson merely smirked and shuffled the playing card, seemingly enjoying the show.

Moments of silence passed, except for Erickson's whistling.

"I'll loan you the fund for you to gamble with me. It'll be half of your debt and you are to play against me to pay off your debt."

Erickson raised both of his eyebrows before laughing again, this time in a mocking manner.

"Aren't you lucky, mutt? You got yourself a 'Sponsor'."

"If you are worried about losing and falling into a larger pool of debt, then rest assured because I guarantee you that it will end with your victory." "And how do we gamble for it?" Noel held out his right hand, "As simple as rock, paper, and scissors."

You tilted your head, a curious expression tinted with suspicion on your face, "What's the catch?" "You'll have to play paper against my rock twice. That's the catch." Erickson smirked, a mocking gaze twinkling in his eyes as he interfered, "No," Erickson's fair face twisted into a mocking smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's the catch, dearest brother?"

"... You'll have to pay your debt off and stay away from gambling for as long as you are still under my wings."

****

It ended in a swift victory. Noel kept his end of the deal well, allowing you to pocket a large sum of money, which you promptly passed on to Erickson to clear your debt.

You believed that you had reached a happy ending, having successfully cleared your debt.

Erickson pocketed the cheques and elbowed his brother from behind, his lips curling into a smirk.

However, your sense of ease quickly dissolved, the momentary relief was dampened as Erickson turned around and spoke to you.

"I suppose it's time for you to pay up."

You looked at Erickson dumbfounded, "What?"

Erickson simply folded his hand and cocked one of his eyebrows, "Pay up what you owe."

"I have paid off my debt on you, what the fuck do I owe to you again?"

If you had a cent for every time Erickson laughed, you would indeed be filthy rich. He was still cackling with his arms wrapped around his stomach, folded into a laughing mess, apparently finding something very funny about your plight.

You looked on in confusion as Erickson continued to laugh. After another moment, his thumb pointed to your 'Sponsor'.

"Not me you silly head," he stated, "but him."

It is suffocating. "I never stated that it was an interest-free loan."

Has this man always been the devil in a saint robe? "And you are not allowed to gamble to earn the money you owe me. Not for as long as you are still under his wings. Kha-ha! I really want to help you but that's what you get for striking a deal with the saint."

The devil and fallen saint had captured its lover through collusion.

#Yandere x Reader #Erickson the Chosen #Noel the Unbent #CatboX #x GN Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Scenarios #4k CatboX Celebration

[wildestdreamsblog]

a one shot w jk and the one night stand scenario pls pls i beg 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ delulu levels r off the charts ever since ck

What he wants, he gets

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (idol au)

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

3000 celebration

‘Fuck,’ you mouthed as you looked down at your bare body covered only by a white sheet, and then slowly and horrifyingly turned to look at the man beside you. Your eyes widened even further, your heart beat faster as recognition dawned on your face.

Fuck, indeed.

You let your head fell back down on the pillow in frustration. You couldn’t even have the luxury of experiencing any onslaught of confusion about what happened the night before because you knew full well. The soreness in between your thighs and the marks you could see scattered on your chest were enough to tell you what shouldn’t have happened.

You blamed the alcohol.

You even blamed the man beside you.

But worst of all, you blamed yourself.

You meant, in the first place, why did you allow yourself to go out and drink and completely lost it?!

And of all the people you could have slept with, why on earth did you sleep with the Jeon Jungkook?!

God, you knew you had to leave before he even woke up. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how he would react when he saw you beside him. He would probably think you tricked him somehow.

With bated breath, you lifted the heavy arm filled with artistic tattoos. You carefully watched his face, taking note of the way he whined when you left his arm. He was frowning adorably before you place a pillow in his arm.

You looked down at his handsome face. His dark, luscious hair was like a halo in perfect contrast to the white pillow. His slightly agape lips looked as kissable as they did last night. Jeon Jungkook looked like a dark prince that stepped out of a fairytale. He looked like a dream with his innocent face and his eyes filled with childlike wonder, yet his sinful body told a different story.

Sadly, you had to leave the dream and wake up.

You just wished he didn’t recognize you.

With a small, bitter smile on your lips, you kissed his cheek softly. And with that, you left. In your haste, you unknowingly left behind your bracelet with your name engraved on the inside,

Three weeks passed and yet, the memory of your time with him was still deeply etched in your mind. The way he kept looking at you in secret, a shy smile gracing his lips, the way the colorful lights from the club reflected on him, the way he finally built the courage to walk to you- they were all living rent free in your mind. The marks he so delightfully left in your skin may have already faded, but you could still feel him. The way he was so shy when he approached you was so opposite to how he was when he was on stage. The way he laughed at your jokes was like music in your ears… and the way he looked at you with interest and shyness both glinting in his eyes made you pull him by his clothes to kiss him. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to forget. You have to if you were going to work with the group.

“Until when are you going to sulk, Jungkookie?” Jin asked the youngest maknae, his voice both worried and with a hint of sermon. Ever since he woke up hours later without you and with no trace of you except the bracelet you left behind, he felt angry. That was almost a month ago and everyone in the group could feel the shift in his mood and it was affecting them.

Jungkook was someone who was often laidback, someone who didn’t want to feel negative emotions. However, everyone knew he hated when he was being ignored and what you were doing was the highest form of neglect he had ever felt in his life.

“Until I see her again,” he answered quietly, his eyes focused on the bracelet he was wearing. It was tight on his wrist, but he didn’t care. This bracelet was the only information he had on you.

“Jungkook, you know we always give you everything you want. But we can’t give you her. Not when we don’t know anything about her except her first name,” Namjoon explained gently, his patience endless when it came to the golden maknae. He could see how you were able to affect Jungkook. This was the first time they saw him be attracted to someone, really attracted to someone.

Because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t lose sleep over you. He wouldn’t go home to his hyungs with tears in his eyes saying he lost you. He wouldn’t still look for you if you were meaningless.

“You’ll find her, Jungkook. We’ll help you, okay? But now, we need you to focus in this meeting.”

The meeting ran long. It was both draining yet productive to the boys. After deciding to call it a day, Jungkook walked out of the room. His eyes were focused on his phone when he felt someone ran into him. His hand immediately went out to steady her.

The girl bowed down her head in apology, her hair covering her face as she refused to meet Jungkook’s doe eyes. He tilted his head, about to ask her if she was okay. His large hand was still touching her forearm when he caught her.

And he felt something he couldn’t name.

Your heart beat faster. It was just your luck to run into him when you thought you successfully evaded him the whole meeting. But there was no way he recognized you, right?

“Have..have we met before?” He asked in confusion, his voice deep as he tried to peek at your face.

“N-no,” you answered while shaking your head, your hair still carefully placed in front of you. Your eyes were now on his hand that was still touching you. Your eyes widened when you recognized that bracelet.

It was yours.

Why was he wearing that?

In your surprise, you looked up at his dark and beautiful eyes. And before he could even process anything, you were apologizing yet again and walking as fast as you could to the elevator without looking suspicious.

Jungkook turned his broad back on you, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember your features and where he saw you. It was merely a second, only full second that he got to see your face before you hid behind your hair again.

You really looked familiar.

You felt familiar.

Could you be-

“Y/N! Enjoy your weekend!”

You had just entered when your coworker saw you. She waved at you, unknowing about the chaos she created.

The elevator was closing when you looked up and saw Jungkook snapped his head to you. His eyes looked betrayed as recognition finally dawned on him.

It was you.

It was your name. With purpose, he ran to the elevator only for him to miss it by half a second. You slumped back to the wall. There was no way that he didn’t recognize you now, his face told you everything.

Fuck. He was fucking mad.

He was fuming mad. He probably thought that you took advantage of him, never minding that he was bigger and stronger than you.

But still, he was younger than you by almost two years. You closed your eyes, praying this was all a bad dream. But the elevator finally dinged, signaling the basement floor. You opened your eyes just as the elevator door opened, only to reveal a huffing Jungkook.

He was breathing hard after running down the flights of stairs. There was no way in hell you would escape him now, not when he finally found you.

His dark clothes made him looked more imposing, more dangerous. His booted feet entered the elevator slowly, sauntering to where you were practically glued to the wall.

“Why are you running from me, noona?” He asked with his head tilted to the side. His voice was soft, but he was anything but.

Jungkook was both happy, yet angry. Happy that he finally found you. Angry that you had once again ran away from him, something that you weren’t allowed to do anymore.

Not when he finally found you.

“J-jungkook, that night was a mistake. I’m sorry,” you said with shaky voice, your hand stretched out in front of you to stop him from cornering you even further.

“Noona, how could you leave me alone?” He asked you with a pout, his hand caressing your face. Fucking finally. Finally, he could touch you again. “You promised me that you wouldn’t leave me.”

What?

“It wasn’t a mistake…it was meant to be,” he continued despite your grip on his thick wrist. You tried to stop him, but he was too determined and strong. His large body crowded you. He looked down at you with dark eyes, his eyebrow piercing glinting from the elevator’s light.

“But I forgive you. We’ll start again, noona.”

You were attracted to him, really you were. But the way he was right now, the way he sounded almost…terrifying, woke you up from the dream you were in. Jungkook was no prince charming.

“I need you to step back, Jungkook,” you said with a strong voice, pushing him away to no avail. “We need to talk about this?”

Jungkook chuckled darkly. “You want to talk? Fine, we’ll talk, noona.”

And before you knew it, he leaned down and your body was thrown over his wide shoulder.

Who would hear your cry for help in the basement? Who would stop him?

“Is that her?” Taehyung asked as he watched their maknae carried someone over his shoulder. He was finally smiling. No one knew this side of Jungkook. Behind his sweet smiles and personality, Jeon Jungkook was an obsessive man. No one knew, and unlucky you, you were about to experience first hand.

“It seems like,” Jimin answered before smiling.

No one could really control their maknae. What he wanted, he got.

Alternative ending

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