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Yandere Gangster
CW: NSFW, lap riding(GN reader), wounds/bruises, kidnapping, manipulation, gang activities
Yandere gangster who forces you to grind down on his lap as you're bandaging him up. What, you expect him to sit through all this pain without some form of relief? All he wants is his cute little victim spouse to make him feel good. It's the least you could do after all your hitting and screaming he's had to deal with since he "brought you home." You ask in disbelief how he could be worried about getting off after narrowly escaping being shot at. But he doesn't care for your protests.
Yandere gangster who threatens you without wavering, his beaten body only fueling his short temper. Maybe his buddies should get a round with you, as punishment for still having not learned your place. And that threat is more than enough to get you hesitantly inching towards his bloody pants. He already has them unbuttoned, black boxers hiding a bulge that pulses. But once you sit down, feeling him flex and poke from below, you're fully aware of how hot and bothered he's become. You try to focus on wrapping gauze around his bicep with his arm lowering to grip your waist.
Yandere gangster who whispers, "Move your hips" as he gently humps upward. You do as your told, whether more out of fear or out of the desire to get this over with, you aren't sure. But your kidnapper isnt bothered, too focused on the inpatient arousal inside of him. He sucks in through his teeth each time you pour antiseptic on an open cut, but he doesnt seem to mind the pain as long as you kept softly thrusting. He gets even more eager once his free hand pushes yours down towards his erection. You see the healed scars on his lower abdomen as his shirt pushes upward. They were sickingly familiar, as you had seen them everytime you were forced to "service" him like this.
Yandere gangster who you dont doubt would try to kiss you right now if it weren't for the bruises flourishing on his skin. You stare at his beaten face, a stream of dried blood down his nose as the cuts on his lips reopen when he bites them. Your hands become shakey the more he thrusts into your palm and against your groin, his bouncing legs making it harder to patch up his wounds. The sweat dripping down his chest, his slicked back hair now wild and free, it made him look more deranged than before. He was like a wild animal, starved and only interested in the meal in front of him. "Keep going." He huffs, and you aren't sure if hes talking about your work on his bruised knuckles or your hips that have been rocking back and forth.
Yandere gangster who uses you as the perfect stress toy, one that helps him get off with your soft body and oh so gentle fingers. His head leans back in the chair, lazily rocking upward as the friction becomes a desirable pressure. He cant help but feel he deserves this, after all his hard work and the time it took to get you here. Once you finish with the worst of his cuts and bruises, patching up everything to the best of your ability, you attempt to get off his lap. He's gotten what he wanted, right? A little pleasure to help keep off the pain. But you were sorely mistaken to think that would be the end of it.
Yandere gangster who lives up to his name, growling and cursing through his teeth, daring to pull out his switchblade the more you struggled to leave. He always had a short fuse, but today was no comparison. Waving the knife around he shot vulgar threat after threat, nearly nicking you. You didn't doubt hed cut you if push came to shove, having the scars to prove his past lack of patience. You still remembered how they burned, how he slid the blade painfully slow,  refusing to clean you up until he got what he wanted. And so, what choice did you have? You only hoped that if you went faster, forcing him to come undone, he may end up too distracted. But you knew your captor, and wishful thinking never got you anywhere.
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yxami · 11 months
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Oh my god i love the gangster one and pleasee do write more for him:)))))
I’m gonna combine this ask with another two because y’all really LOVED yandere gangster LMAO. Requests are always open btw, if I ever get flooded I’ll still allow them to be open and slowly get to each one. I’m just happy I’m getting requests cause I had very few before. LOVE YALL
Description: yandere gangster x fem reader, flirty yandere, mention killings stuff like that, I still haven’t come up with a name for yandere gangster so if anyone wants to name him feel free to send a message.
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You were taking a short cut to your apartment through the same alley way you would see a suspicious man that lurked around. You at first assumed he was someone homeless, someone struggling, but he was the complete opposite.
He was infamous man who knew exactly how to solve all of your problems for the right price. You had no clue this dangerous man was one that you passed by everyday after work. Sometimes you’d see a group of men rather than just the single man you saw, those days you’d avoid going there.
That same gangster noticed you, everyday after 3 pm like clockwork you passed by him. It was almost like a routine that you had. He wondered who you were, what you did for work, where you lived, anything and everything.
He was incredibly curious about you for some strange reason. Maybe it was the way you put yourself together, the way your tight pencil skirt clung onto your hips, or maybe it was the slightly echoey clicking from your heels.
He took it upon himself to follow you one day. He effortlessly followed you home without suspicion. He was now standing in front of your apartment complex. This was a bit of a challenge for him, there were many other apartments next to yours, he just had to find out which one it was.
Everyday, he now made it his routine to follow you home. Everyday he got riskier and riskier. The first step being entering the building, the next entering the elevator with you, then finding out which apartment was yours, which resulted in many break-ins you’d had no knowledge of.
You were just on your phone, in the same elevator as your stalker, not having a clue of how dangerous he was, what he wanted from you, and what he so desperately wanted to do.
Your heels now making less noise, stepped onto the soft carpet of the apartment hallways. He exited the elevator and waited until you were sleeping to start picking at your door lock. He knew you were sleeping because he figured out that you would sleep every single time you got home. The way your sleepy demeanor begged to go to bed and your soft yawns.
He heard a click as he swiftly unlocked your door, entering without a care in the world. He knew it was risky to do all of this, the chances of him getting caught and thrown into jail were high. Yet he still did it, he still followed you and still broke into your house when he needed to see you again.
He watched your chest rise and fall, hearing your soft breathing, paying attention to the way you quietly mumbled in your sleep. He wondered if you were ever going to come up to him. Should he just go to you instead? No.. he can’t, he’d be too excited if he did approach you. Maybe you’d even be too scared to talk to him if he was.
He was so worried about everything it hurt. He decided he would try and find something that could at least help with his worries. Maybe you needed a gun, or a body guard! Someone to disappear? He was clinging onto false hope that a innocent woman like you would even think about doing any of that!
He used your Face ID to unlock your phone, looking through your messages he was able to find a contact that stood out to him. It wasn’t a lover, thank god, but it was a woman. She seemed to be a co-worker by the way the two of you talked.
She was a bitch though, all the messages she sent seemed to demand something of you and she would would flood you with humiliating messages. Talking about your past relationships, the way you worked, the way you looked.
He was so infuriated! Who did this bitch think she was?! He knew her name from your contact list and clicked your phone shut. Immediately leaving after that to go see who the hell she was. He was going to fucking tear her apart limb by limb.
The next day he was able to see that it was someone who sat near you, seeing from the window of your office; he saw how she demanded things of you. He even saw her trip you on purpose! All your papers went flowing and you had to re-organize them once more.
He wanted to kill her, to torture her for all the things she’s done but something was stopping him. How else were you going to approach him? He believed if that girl pushed your buttons just enough, you’d be looking for someone to kill her off once and for all. It was just a guess but he really hoped it would happen.
And one day, it did happen! You walked up to him for the first time and asked him if he could make her disappear. Your hands were shaky, showing the sufficient money for her death. He eased your nerves slightly by trying to use a softer tone when speaking to you.
After that day, he did in fact kill her, even getting rid of that friend that would follow along side her. They were both pests, bugs that needed to be crushed, people who deserved to die. He was granting what you wanted! You should love him now, right?
When you spoke up about your worries, he easily shut it down and even managed to confess. And you sort of accepted! You wanted a date first, he could do that! He’d do anything for you!
Even after you set up the date, he still followed you home, making sure you made it home safe. You never know with all these people lurking around. You could get hurt! Good thing he was there to make sure you were okay.
He watched you sleep like many times before, caressing your cheek, wishing he could already be your boyfriend. But he decided to be patient, he needed to be! Or else you’d never willingly accept him as a partner.
Today was the day. The day for your date. You woke up rather early, your body was bundled up with nervous feelings despite just waking up. You were nervous to be on a date with such a handsome criminal. Was he going to insist that you needed to be his girlfriend? He seemed nice enough and he didn’t mind that you needed to get to know him first.
Maybe he was a nice guy? Even if he was a killer? Your face scrunched in a disgusted reaction of your own thoughts. You probably shouldn’t be defending the actions of a killer. But it would be different if he only decided to kill people who were awful and ‘deserved it’. Would it be so bad if he was killing off people that made others miserable like your bullies once did?
You washed up, trying to ignore all your worries about the man you were soon to meet. You got ready, putting on a dress that hugged your body, even wearing a few accessories. You wanted to look nice, he was a handsome guy so you didn’t want to come looking unorganized and messy.
You heard a knock on your door and you rather embarrassingly rushed towards the door. You opened it and saw the familiar tall man. He was dressed in a sophisticated manner, his hair was nicely groomed, the rings on his hands only seemed to emphasize how large they were. Your face was dusted with blush because of how his dark brown eyes hungrily scanned you.
“I’m almost done! Just give me a sec” You opened the door wider for him and hastily went to look for your purse.
“You look nice. You should dress up like that more, in front of me, of course.” He observed you as you looked around for your purse.
“I don’t really.. dress up! Or go out because I’m usually busy with work but..” You were a little annoyed about still not finding your purse.
“Is it this one your looking for?” He questioned, picking it up by its handle. It was on the couch the whole time.
“Yeah! Sorry, I’m just really unorganized today” You were lying, you just hadn’t expected him so soon and his appearance had made you really nervous.
“It’s alright baby, I don’t mind waiting. I’m a patient guy” He smiled holding your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of your hand.
“Let’s go now, I have the perfect place in mind.” He grinned at your cheeks being red at his small gesture of love.
He had way more to give, he was obsessed with you. But he needed to be patient, you wanted to get to know him first so he wanted to respect your wishes. He probably should’ve been more mindful because he knew everything about you so it’s not like he could ask any questions a normal date would.
The two of you made it to a fancy restaurant located nearby your apartment. You had never been here before, the decorations were lively, and so were all the people here. You felt a little out of place with all the fancy looking people here.
“So, what do you want to know first?” He smiled happily, enjoying that he got to see you in such a cute dress. You looked so pretty in it, he was practically drooling.
“Uhm… any siblings? How was your home life before you got into the business?” You picked up the tiny glass full of wine. You thought it was rather small but you assumed it was a wealthy person thing.
“Two siblings, older brother and a younger brother. I’m the middle child, I wasn’t really the favorite so I could basically do anything I wanted” He laughed.
Your server came by and handed the menus with a welcoming introduction, and hurried along to go do the same with his other tables.
“Did you ever go to college?” You flipped through pages of the menu and selected a mainly shrimp dish. You saw he had already picked his meal before yours, now you were just waiting on the server. You wondered if you should get desert.
“Nope, tried to but didn’t have that kinda money. That’s why I ended up the way I was, but now look at me. Swamped with orders and gaining lots of money” He smiled at you. You noticed he had endearing smile, it made you feel warm inside.
“Well, at least you’re making money now. Sorry you were kinda unlucky from the start, it’s sucks.” You gave an apologetic look.
“It’s alright, it’s how I found you. I would do it all over again if it meant I would get to see you again.” He reached over for your hand, you placed your hand in his palm and he cupped yours with the other. His hands were warm and comforting.
“That’s a huge promise, but .. I’m flattered you see me as that important” You couldn’t help but blush at his response. He was always able to make you go red just by a few words. You really hoped you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him, maybe only a little.
“Baby, you’re my top priority, nothing’s more important than you. I’ll do anything to keep you with me. I would never go back on that promise either, trust me”
The server cut your little moment short much to his dismay. Once the server jotted down what the two of you wanted, he was up and out again. His words were polite but you could tell he was in a rush.
“Did you ever fall in love with anyone like this?” You held onto your dress under the table. Trying to grab something to calm your nerves about something you asked. You were curious though, were you actually special? Or was this guy falling in love with multiple women and doing the same.
You felt somewhat guilty for wondering but you wanted to know!
“Are you asking if I’ve fallen in love with another woman like this? If so, I’ve never. I’ve had a girlfriend or two before but I’ve never felt such intense feelings for someone before. That’s why I want you to stick by my side forever, is that greedy?” He was a little worried you didn’t believe that his love was true. Did you need him to prove it? Because he could easily kill another person for you!
“I don’t think it’s greedy, I think it’s nice that you see me that way. You’re a cool person to stick with, I think you would be a good boyfriend” You mumbled your last few words and his eyes lit up. You thought he would be a good boyfriend? His face was tinted with a little red and he couldn’t help but stare at you with eyes that screamed ‘I’m head over heels in love with you’
You believed he could be a good boyfriend, he compliments you, he cares about you, you just had to convince him to stop with the.. killing thing. But other than that you think it could work!
“Say that again? I must’ve misheard you” He was engaged on hearing your words. He needed to hear them again.
“Nope, you heard perfectly well” You looked away in embarrassment and he leaned over the table, hastily getting your attention.
“Then whisper it in my ear, I didn’t hear I swear!” He laughed trying to convince you. He thought your embarrassment was cute but you complimenting him like that caught him off guard. He wanted to hear it again.
You leaned in and whispered your words again, right before the waiter came back with your prepared food. It was lovely, the dishes were hot and ready to be eaten. You were prepared to dig in before you noticed him looking at you.
He had a goofy lovesick smile and was admiring you. He couldn’t believe you thought he would be a good boyfriend. He was happy you saw him like that rather than the gangster that killed people for you. Originally he thought that was a good look on him but being a good boyfriend? That was immensely better. A good boyfriend who would kill for you.
“What’s up with you?” You couldn’t help but giggle. You knew he liked the compliment you gave but you didn’t know he liked it that much!
“Nothing, just staring at my future wife, is that so weird?” He poked at his food with his fork and ate some of it. He thought it was honestly pretty good, he just ordered what sounded good. He wasn’t a food motivated type of guy.
You snorted at his stupid little comment, blush naturally resting your face with the compliments this idiot in front of you gave.
“I’m being truthful baby, you’re my future wife. What’s so funny?” He smiled finding your little snort humorous.
“Nothing, my beautiful husband! Just though of a funny joke” You finally confidentially reciprocated a joke. You didn’t really have a clue that he fully intended on marrying you but that was for later!
He loved the way you joked back, he did wish it was real but he could be patient. Patience was key!
“I could get used to this!” He grinned from cheek to cheek.
“Of course you could”
After the date, you invited him over to your apartment. Not because you wanted to do anything of course! The both of you were drunk from the rounds of alcohol to celebrate nothing in general. It was just for fun.
“Shit, I don’t think I’ve gotten this drunk in awhile” He lazily threw himself on your couch. He could handle his alchohol, but he might’ve over done it.
“Sleep on your side.. I’m going to bed. There’s water in the fridge if you want some” You yawned, you felt a little sick but it wasn’t that bad. Some water would help and good night’s rest.
“No sleepover?” He groaned. He wanted to sleep next to you, he knew it would be a little hastily but sometimes speed was the best thing, right?
“If you want to sleep on my floor go ahead” You drowsily pushed your door, landing face first into the soft cushioning of your bed. You quickly hid under the sheets, it was pretty cold.
“Good enough for me” He followed in, a few moments after you. He laid on your floor, taking a pillow from your bed to lay his head on. You went to the edge of the bed to share your large blanket. He grabbed his portion and you slept on the edge with your side of the blanket.
It was a weird arrangement but it was perfect for the both of you. Not too close to make you nervous, but close enough for him to fall asleep. Your comforting smell knocked him out rather quickly. You fell asleep after a few minutes and luckily weren’t able to wake up from his snoring.
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recreationalfanfics · 10 months
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Yandere! Roman Sionis x Reader
Note: I have a huge crush on Roman Sionis (not the BoP version) so I wanted to try my hand at writing him <3 Also, I am going with the version where he can take the mask off.
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Roman Sionis was a lot of things.
He was a trust fund kid who relied on daddy’s money all his life until he decided to take that money for himself.
He was a horrible business man so he turned into a mob boss, you know, as you do.
He was a whack job who had a sick and twisted obsession with you and was currently holding you captive.
But you honestly think that the worst part about him was that he was incredibly snarky and condescending. To you at least, his countless victims would most likely complain about his sadistic and brutal torture methods, but you doubt that you’d ever experience that for yourself. Mostly because Roman knew how to psychologically torture people in other ways.
“There we go, don’t you feel all pretty now?” He hummed, tilting his masked face and speaking in a way that made you know he was smirking. 
The scene is tense for everyone. His gangsters stand behind the other tailors who are sobbing quietly as they sit on one knee, you can feel the uneasiness of the two tailors behind you as they silently pray and beg repentance for every sin they’ve committed, but what makes it worse is that all eyes are on you. You want to avoid speaking, one of Roman’s favorite pastimes is to find a way to misinterpret your words on purpose so he could have an excuse to kill someone, to guilt you into thinking that you were the one who condemned them to death despite him pulling the trigger. You feel your stomach churn, knowing that someone was going to die for Roman’s own amusement, and he knew it too.
“C’mon, give Daddy a twirl, yeah?” He hums. 
Daddy.
You scrunch your nose in disgust. You absolutely hated it when he called himself that, it made you want to shrink into yourself, and rip your ears off so you’d never have to hear him say it again. He probably knew you hated it too, guessing by the way he chuckled at your incredibly obvious reaction, and it’s probably the only reason why he says it. Still, you do as he says because you have no choice and try to twirl for him enthusiastically. The last time you tried to be nonchalant about a gift as a form of subtle protest was when you were getting fitted for a ring, that resulted in one person losing their life and the employees getting all of their ring fingers cut off, and you know what Roman said to justify/blame it on you?
“You deserve only the best, sweetheart. If they can’t give it to you, then I don’t think they should be alive.”
Maybe in another life, where you were an equally depraved criminal, you would’ve found his words to be genuine and sweet. However, you knew that Roman Sionis was incapable of being genuine and sweet, and that this was another one of his mind games. A warning for future reference that if you wanna try and resist him, even in the most tiniest and insignificant ways, he will not stand for it. 
“Absolutely stunning.” He praises, standing up to walk towards you. 
You resist the urge to step away from him, no matter how strong it may be, because you know that’s another way to get someone killed. Instead you stand there, obediently like the good spouse you were, and don’t flinch when he brings a gloved hand to the diamond necklace around your neck.
“But you know me, I’m a sucker for you wearing anything expensive,” He says, almost in a tender tone as if there was some truth to his words, but you don’t think about that. Instead, you think about his next sentence:
“What do you think about it?”
You gulp and you look up at him, your eyes silently begging him not to do this to you. Not to make you have to stand outside the shop as you hear gunshots and crying, shamelessly throwing his arm around you with small droplets of blood decorating his nice white suit, and leaving you lying away from his body as your haunted by what you could have done differently even if you knew Roman wouldn’t have let you. His dark eyes stare back at you with nothing but a mischievous glee and you were on higher alert than ever.
“I love it!” You say, forcing your best smile and cheery tone.
He fidgets with your necklace between his fingers, his eyes now studying the way the diamond sparkles rather than your incredibly unconvincing expression, and he just says: “Yeah? That right?”
 Still, you nod eagerly and continue to try and guess what he wants to hear: “Yeah, it looks really good on me, I think! I really like the style, a-and the material, and the uh-” You lose your train of thought as he slowly lets go of the diamond hanging from the sterling silver chain, letting it fall back down to your chest as he slowly starts to walk behind you, and the goosebumps start to rise on your skin. You didn’t like this, you didn’t like this at all, but you still tried your best to keep going, “the, um, the color is nice.”
“The color, hm?” He mumbles, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he lowers his mouth (or where it’s supposed to be) next to your ear, “You sure about the color, sweet thing?”
You nod your head again, giving a shrill “mhm!” because your words are dying in your throat. You hated it when he got too close like this, it made you nervous, and you wanted him to get away from you. You wanted to push him off, to scream and run, but you also knew you couldn’t do that. His silence made the very blood in your veins run cold but set your mind on fire as you were trying to figure out how to salvage this already doomed moment. 
“Really? Because you hate this color.” Roman states, his hands moving from your shoulders to your waist.
Someone’s sobs become a little louder than the rest and when Roman turns his head to look at them, you quickly turn around to face him again and put your hands on his chest. It does what you intended it to do because his eyes are back on you.
“I changed my mind!” 
“Nah, I don’t think you did. If I recall, you absolutely hate this color because it reminds you of me.”
There’s an edge to his voice now, a petty “gotcha” kind of one. He wasn’t wrong, though, because he tried to give you something in the same horrendous color early on when he abducted you and you blew him off. Saying how you wouldn’t want something so gross and so…him. You gulp, realizing two things: 1. Roman had an excellent memory regarding you and 2. You just lied to his face. 
And he hated it even more when you lied.
You stammer out apologies and excuses, anything that could help the situation but he steps away from you before taking out his concealed gun. One of the workers lets out a fearful cry and tries to back away but one his False Facers comes and grabs them by their shoulders, walking closer towards Roman despite the fearful protest of the poor innocent civilian. They were going to be the first one to die.
“I mean, c’mon, none of ya had the decency to look at how unhappy they were when they saw the color? None of you guys stopped to ask them what was wrong and fix it and put a smile on their precious little face?” He shakes his head as he loads his weapon. They beg for their lives as you try to plead with the devil himself.
“Roman, please, they probably didn’t want to go against you! Th-They knew that you knew best and I- I promise I love this color-” 
You sound so pathetic, yipping at the big dog not to use his fangs, but you had no power here. No one did except for Roman Sionis, a man who never did anything other than to get more power for himself and to make others miserable, even the one he claimed to love the most. 
Then it hits you.
Your body reacts faster than your mind as you take the fleeting opportunity to have one hand grab his mask and the other to grab his tie. Not even Roman was aware of what was happening as he tensed up the moment he felt your lips against his. You gripped the mask tightly in your free hand as you kept a strong hold on his tie, even pulling him closer towards you as if you were trying to chain him to you. As if forcing yourself to do this usually romantic and loving act is enough to break his need for blood. And it does.
Once Roman understands what’s going on, he drops his gun and cups your face with his hands as he kisses you back. Tilting his head to the side to deepen it and his body relaxes. You might not see it but you cloud your mind completely. His eyes stay open for a while as he sees one beautiful tear stream down your cheek before they go half lidded and he surrenders himself to this bliss.
You’re making his heart do the thing again.  You did it to him the first time he met you, then you did it the second time, then so on and so forth, and here you go doing it again to him. You wonder why he’s so addicted to you, don’t worry, he does too. He wonders why he bothers with such an ungrateful little brat who doesn’t appreciate his gestures and only pays attention to the crimson that stains his hands, why he bothers with someone who sleeps on the farthest part of their bed as if Roman was some horrible monster they didn’t want to touch, but it’s times like this that he remembers why. It’s because you were the only one who could make him feel this way, who could give him a taste of what love felt like, but also made him feel so powerful when you did stuff like this as a last resort.He pulls away for air, your lips chase after him despite being out of breath as well to try and buy a little more time, but he’s just gonna tease you later and ask if he was just that damn good of a kisser. 
Roman stares at you again, this time really looking at you, and his hands still cup your face gently. His pants softly under his breath as one thumb from his hand gently caresses your cheek. You stare at him with hopeful eyes and while he does love keeping you at the bottom of his heel and remind you whose in charge…he figures that this time it wouldn’t hurt to let you have your way.
“On second thought, boys,” He starts and he loves the way you edge closer to him unintentionally, “...Let ‘em go, they can be off the hook. This time.”
You let out a breath of relief but then shyly hand Roman back his mask, your hand letting go of his tie and wrapping your arm around his. As he puts on his mask, he relishes in the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and being more affectionate with him. Maybe you were so relieved that you managed to get through to him or maybe you were just exhausted with everything that went down but you fall asleep on his shoulder during the ride home and when he’s done admiring the sight, he gently puts his head on top of yours.
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trivia-yandere · 7 months
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request for yandere!ex-husband jk trying to prevent oc from divorcing him 💀😭 (only because they got a child together and he loves her more than anything but she just can’t take him anymore)
hello! yes we can :) this one might take a little turn but this is a yandere account so
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You knew who Jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him.
@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree
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warning: yandere themes/tendancies, non-consenual touching/rape, smut, cursing, dark theme, spitting, degradation, possessiveness, fingering, dirty talking, emotional/mental manipulation, biting, restraining, crying, slapping,
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“Get it out of my sight.” Jungkook tosses the paper away aggressively with a roll of his eyes. One of his men - Sung-ho, stands straighter to appear obedient. “That bitch thinks she’s going to divorce me after I made her?” Jungkook leans back into his chair with a huff. He shakes his head. “After I got her out of the slums she was living in?”
Jungkook’s eyes glance at the picture onto his desk - one of you and him on your wedding day. He grasps it and hurls it at Sung-ho who barely manages to dodge the attack. “You find that bitch and bring her back to me!” he screeches, eyes wide with rage. Sung-ho truly had no reason to be a part of Jungkook’s rage and he would make sure to apologize about it another time.
It’s been three months.
Three months since Jungkook has allowed you your little vacation away from him. And now you dare serve him with divorce papers that claimed that you wanted full custody of his daughters - you were insane. You had no job and had not worked in the last five years you and he had been married. You swiped his card without a care in the world and wasted close to millions since then - as a man and your husband, he never bat an eye.
But to think that you were willing to divorce him because - by your words - Jungkook was not the man he claimed to be was preposterous. You knew the type of man he was - the same man who you kept returning to every night to wet his cock and warm his bed. The same man who gave you lavish gifts every week and the same man who managed to not only marry you, but grace you with two of his offspring.
So what if he orchestrated a few murders every now and then? Or stole money and expensive pieces during heists? Sold a few (thousands) pounds of unthinkable drugs? You lived in a mansion, his daughters and you wanted for nothing - isn't that what a man was supposed to do? Ensure his family was alright? Why the fuck did it matter what he did as long as you and his girls were safe?
Jungkook knew you had no problem with what he did for work. Your problem was that you clearly missed him - he had to be gone the majority of the time and that left you in such a large mansion to care for the children alone. But a divorce? Wasn’t that a little excessive? No, this was nothing but a little stunt to get his attention and clearly, now you had it.
Sure Jungkook and you didn’t meet on simpler terms - normal people met at coffee shops. Maybe out grocery shopping. Hell, social media and dating sites were normal now. 
No, Jungkook and you met during one of many (unbeknownst to you) bank heists he had gone on. You recall the day had been fairly slow, only a few people coming in every hour. You had been assisting an older man when the doors slammed open and a group of men entered. 
The men wore all black and wore masks that covered their entire head. They pointed guns at everyone, telling them to get down. You - of course it had to be you - were escorted to the back. To think that this wasn’t even your shift initially and you picked it up from a fellow co-worker. 
But again, you weren’t as normal either. Jungkook noticed how you appeared to not take anything serious. He pointed his gun at you and though he would never use it - hurting women and children was not his forte - you didn’t know this.
Jungkook knew you were different when you flirted with him as you opened the safe. If this was your way to assure your safety, then it was a weird way to go.
“Do you do this often?” you speak as Jungkook fills the bags with stacks upon stacks of cash. “I always wondered what robbing a bank would be like.”
You. You were a weird one. But Jungkook liked it.
“I saw something like this in a porno once.”
Jungkook halts in his tracks, unable to control his thoughts. He turns towards you, eye sockets - dark and nearly invisible to you, stare at your grinning figure.
“The robbers break in and find a defenseless woman…” you lean back onto the wall, tilting your head. “...take advantage of her. But deep down, we both know she wanted it.”
Jungkook was ashamed of himself for allowing himself to be consumed by you. You had all the control that day and you knew it. You enticed him so much that he was able to forget about the heist all together and that’s when he found himself inside of you - ravishing you against the very wall you leaned against.
What could Jungkook say? He was a man and you were a willing participant. You begged him for more, edged him on as he fucks you. You liked the way he was treating you - hands clenching your neck, the manhandling. You started this, all Jungkook did was follow your lead.
“I could say you raped me.”
There it was - the kicker.
You could say that indeed. You had managed to not only get Jungkook off of his game to fuck you - but to do so without a condom. Jungkook had been so excited by you that he came the hardest he has in months - right inside of you. His cum drips out of your pussy and down your thighs, you not even bothering to wipe it up.
“Say that you took advantage of me and when they do a rape kit…” you shrug.
Jungkook points his gun at your head, but both of you knew that he wasn’t going to pull any triggers. You sensed no threat when it came from this man - Jungkook is who he would soon introduce himself as.
“What do you want?” This is the first time you have heard Jungkook’s voice. He was young, you note, his cock and stamina confirming it. Possibly around the same age as you.
“Money.” you shrug your shoulders. “But I can’t take it now.” you laugh. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you again, huh?”
Jungkook swallows. He’s thankful the mask remained on his face and you didn’t see his red cheeks and shocked expression.
“How about I give you my number and you can call me later?” you offer.
“I could kill you later.” Jungkook retorts. 
“You can kill me now.” you fire back. “Your friends can kill the entire bank and get away with it. Burn it down and get rid of any evidence you have left inside of me.”
Jungkook swallows.
“But you know that. You’re a smart boy.” There you were flirting with him again. “If you wanted to hurt me, you would have. Truth is, I could care less about this job and my life is quite boring. All I want is a little company. Who better than a random thief with obviously nothing else better to do?”
Jungkook found that from right there he was fucked and you were truly a vixen - an agent of chaos sent from Hell (Heaven would never allow something like you) to torment him. But he was rather intrigued for the first time in who knows how long.
“What’s your name?” Jungkook asked.  
“Y/N.”
 Jungkook lowers his gun. “Jungkook.”
You chugged the champagne down in nearly one gulp and slammed the glass onto your vanity. Your eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror and you scoff. You should have known Jungkook wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.
You recall the way all hell had broke loose when Jungkook had found you. Your daughters were at school luckily and didn’t have to see their father’s demeanor change. He told you it wasn’t hard finding your hotel room and slamming the door open. You had been dozing off when he entered and Jungkook was anything but content. 
“I allowed this little break to go on long enough, Y/N.” Jungkook was aggressively grabbing your belongings, hauling them onto the bed. “Pack your shit.”
“No.” you hissed.
“No?” Jungkook scoffs. “You think you’re going to divorce me and take my daughters?” Jungkook wants to laugh at how stupid you sounded. “With no job?”
“I’ve been saving money.” you retort, eyes glaring at him.
“Oh,” Jungkook snickers with a clap of his hands. “So you’ve been planning on leaving me for a while. What’s changed?”
Jungkook came closer to you. He looked manic, eyes wide and glaring into your soul. 
“You even threatened to expose me if I didn’t give you a divorce.” Jungkook is livid. “Take down all of my legitimate businesses just to divorce me? You think you’ll get away with that, baby?”
Jungkook was never one to be rough with you, but he’s pissed. He pushes you onto the bed and hovers about you. “You don’t think you’ll go down with me? You tell them what I do on the side, I’ll tell them you were alongside me the entire way. We’ll both go to jail and our daughters…” Jungkook shrugs. “They’ll go to my brother.”
Your eyes widen at Jungkook’s words. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would. Take me down, Y/N. You’re going with me.” Jungkook pushed himself away from you. “Pack your shit and let's go home.” he hissed, not waiting for a response from you.
And now here you sat in said home. You were fresh from a long shower, having ignored Jungkook the following days and only tended to your daughter's needs.
You were feeling bitchy today, however, and decided that if Jungkook didn’t want to give you a divorce - that you were going to force him to. That, or annoy him until you felt as though you were done.
You continued to lotion your skin until it glowed, then you grabbed the perfume bottle - one of the many expensive gifts from Jungkook - and sprayed it until you knew it would linger. You take one last look in the mirror before smiling to yourself.
“We haven’t done a bank heist in years.” Jimin says with furrowed brows, bored and a little offended with the conversation. “We aren’t children anymore. Are we going broke?”
Jungkook snorts, but leans back into his chair. He pours himself the whiskey - courtesy of Yoongi - and lifts his eyes to the surrounding men that he considers brothers.
“I agree.” Taehyung nods. “Bank heists are for the lower ranks. Who’s idea was this?”
“Mine.” Jungkook slams the shot glass down onto the table and shakes his head at the powerful taste. “Don’t you guys remember the adrenaline rush?”
Namjoon snorts with a roll of his eyes. “Leave it to the baby of the group to say this.” he murmurs, a smirk forming onto his lips.
The doors of the meeting room open and heads turn towards the noise. Jungkook’s eyes land on you - and your lack of clothes all together. You adorn lingerie, black and lacy that fits you perfectly. His eyes darken when he meets your gaze.
Jimin is interested now. He leans forward and waves at you. “Y/N, hello.” he says. You were always Jimin’s favorite out of the girls Jungkook had brought around - one of the main reasons being that you actually became a wife. You didn’t remain someone he left in the shadows of his bedroom and actually gave him two adorable nieces.
And of course, you and Jungkook were one of the same. You were stubborn and took no shit and Jungkook got a taste of his own medicine. One of the countless reasons why you two bumped heads often - but it made for great make-up sex.
“Jimin.” you wave back. “I missed you. You don’t come around as much.”
Jungkook watches you with glaring eyes as you make your way closer.
“Y/N.” Jungkook’s tone is low - a warning. Not now, he wants to say. He had no time for your petty bullshit.
“You know me, I always keep busy.” Jimin continues the conversation as if you aren’t wearing the bare minimum - but Jimin didn’t see you in that way. Plus, he loved annoying Jungkook just like you did.
“That you do.” You reach the edge of the table, grasping a glass and a half empty bottle of brandy. “I see you all been drinking without me.”
“Y/N.” Jungkook continues, leaning forward. His firsts were clenching as he awaits for you to answer him. 
Taehyung fights back the cackle. It was always something when it came to Jungkook and you. The fights were never to be taken seriously - it always ended the same way. You and he entangled together declaring how much you pissed the other off.
“You’ve been ignoring us lately.” Taehyung pipes in. “What did we do to deserve the cold shoulder?”
Jungkook could feel the atmosphere shift. You were mocking him - he was once told by Yoongi that he allowed you to walk all over him and he was beginning to agree. You had no respect for him - and even his brothers were going along with your foolishness.
“I’m sorry.” you sigh, pouring yourself the brandy and glancing at Jungkook. “Maybe when the divorce is finalized-”
There it was - the cherry on top. Jungkook’s chair screeches as he pushes himself away from the table and lifts himself up. He’s fast as he rounds it and lunges at you. However, you’re just as fast at hauling your drink into his face.
Jimin watches in amusement as Jungkook pulls you over his shoulder as if you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. He rushes out of the room - slamming the door open with a loud bang while you’re punching at his back.
“Well then.” Namjoon claps his hands, shaking his head. He allows a few laughs to be released from his lips.
“I think this little get together is over.” Hoseok continues.
Jungkook is livid when he slams the bedroom door open just to slam it shut behind him. He shoves you off of him and onto the king sized bed. You fall on your back with a grunt, bouncing off until you catch yourself. 
“You think you’re cute, huh?” Jungkook grumbles, towering over you. He would admit that he wanted to be furious with you - but your attire didn’t help him. You knew what you were doing to piss him off but you wearing his favorite perfume was doing nothing but distracting him.
“Had to do something to get your attention.” you retort, swallowing when your eyes meet the bulge in his pants.
“Ah, so that’s what it is?” Jungkook tsks. He isn't hesitant to push you back, hand wrapping around your neck. “You missed me, baby. I haven’t been as attentive to you as a husband.”
It’s his knee you feel so close to your heat, the friction causing you to groan. Jungkook was always the one to take control, never fully allowing you to unless it's what he desired.
“Why must you always take things too far?” Jungkook loosens his grip onto your neck, palm gliding down to your breast. “Am I not good to you?”
“You see me as nothing but a whore!” you hiss, turning away from him. Jungkook does notice the way your thighs quiver and your hips jut towards his knee for friction. 
“A whore, no.” Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. “My whore? Yes.” His eyes are burning into yours, offering the same venom you were giving him. “My whore to fuck, to please, to care for. You’re mine, Y/N.”
Jungkook moves his knee from your heat to replace it. His palm slaps it roughly, wet spot not going unnoticed. You shiver at the impact, ashamed that your body was giving away just what he was doing to you. You felt weak when it came to Jungkook - married for five years and together for nearly 7, he knew your body like the back of his hand. 
Jungkook slaps your clothed clit more - over and over again until your juices are soaked through the lingerie, and even then he doesn’t want to stop his torment.
Jungkook’s fingers dig through the lacy fabric of your lingerie to toy with your clit. So wet - so inviting. He could never get enough of your pussy.
“You ignore me days just to show up in lingerie you knew was going to drive me crazy.” Jungkook rubs along your throbbing clit, bulge twitching at just how sopping wet you are. “Then you say it again. Threaten me with divorce.” Jungkook’s scoffing now. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time.
Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, not bothering to give you any warning - nor be gentle in the slightest. 
“You make it seem like life with me is bad.” Jungkook begins pumping his fingers inside of you. Your body gives him the reaction he always expects - clenching walls, juices flowing down his wrist and flinching form. 
You want to push Jungkook away, to say that you aren’t his anything. You wanted out of this marriage from him - you were nothing but someone he had control over and you allowed it for far too long. It didn’t feel like a marriage between two lovers, instead you felt trapped in a home and made to be nothing but a body to warm his bed every night. The only gift you could truly appreciate from Jungkook was your daughters.
However, it was your body. Your body could never agree on what your mind was telling it to - you find yourself moaning lowly at his thrusting fingers. Jungkook is pissed, and when he is it tends to show in the way he pleases you. Dominant and in control.
Jungkook’s tongue licks upon your cheek. Hot, wet and slimy - all before he spits onto you. In his eyes, the ultimate sign that you were truly his.
“I fucked over enough people in my lifetime that they have given up trying to take it out on me.” Jungkook’s pumping only increases. “You and our daughters are the true targets that they know could truly get to me. I’ve done nothing but kept you and them safe.”
Your eyes roll when you feel the familiar bubbling churning in your stomach. The wet slapping of Jungkook’s fingers inside of you are echoing filthy throughout the bedroom.
“Leave.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you just when you were seconds away from releasing. “If you want the divorce so bad, then I’ll give it to you. Our daughters are staying with me.”
You’re panting, high coming back down to Earth. Your eyes flutter open to see Jungkook pushing himself away from you.
“I’m not leaving without them.”
“Too bad.” Jungkook shrugs. “You want the divorce. You leave and you’ll see them whenever you come here. Take whatever money you saved and find yourself somewhere to go.”
“You’re bluffing.” you find the courage to say, but your voice is so low and meek.
Jungkook hums, lips twitching as he watches you. Poor you, eyes wide and chest heaving. You never truly thought he would give you what you asked for - no matter how brattish and petty you’ve been towards him. 
Jungkook was going to show you just how much you needed him and not the other way around. You were his woman regardless and no divorce was ever going to change that - not even in death would he allow you to part ways with him. He just had to show you how truly vile the world was without him.
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Jungkook strokes your hair as you continue to cry in his arms, visibly shaking and trembling. Your fingers are clenching onto his shirt tight as if never wanting to let him go.
How the tables have truly turned - but all Jungkook could think was “I told you so”.
You were only gone a week and it was all it took for you to find yourself in trouble. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that revenge toward him was sought out by harming those he loved.
You sat in your hotel room when the knock sounded onto the door. You had ordered food not long ago, so when the knock sounded you wasted no time in going to open it.
Your first mistake.
Your door crashes open when you unlock it and you’re shoved onto the ground. You don’t manage to scream when you feel your screams being muffled. There's two of them, you note, both men. Their clothing was dark and loose fitted and their face had been hidden completely, you can see from a facial mask to cover their mouth and scarf on top of their heads. You couldn’t make out the eyes, yet you weren’t intended to. You were flipped onto your front quickly when one man had yanked you onto your feet, face burying into the hotel bed.
Your legs and arms thrashed around in an attempt to free yourself from the men, but you quickly realized that it was pointless - and that you were doing nothing but exhausting yourself. 
Your eyes swell with tears, anxiety peaking when you realize that this might be what Jungkook was talking about - your mind telling you that there was no way you were leaving here alive. 
Your arms are restrained by one man while the other pulls at your clothing. Your legs shiver when your pajama pants are ripped and you’re exposed to the cool air of the room
You feel nauseous and your head is pounding at the thought of you being defiled by these men - that you were in this situation at all.
You managed to lift your head to breathe, a choked sob releasing from your throat. Your tears blinded your vision, but you could see in the corner of your eye flesh - the man behind you ripping your clothing off. Without thinking, you sink your teeth into his skin in hopes of buying you time for an escape.
A hiss sounds through your ears and you feel a sting across your cheek. Your arms are being restrained tighter until you feel them cramp and sob.
You pleaded and begged for them to leave you alone - that you’d give them whatever money you had saved. Your pleas fell on deaf ears and you realized what they truly wanted was you.
You clenched your eyes shut when you felt yourself being stuffed by the man behind you. He wastes no time in pumping inside of you, not caring just how uncomfortable it felt for the both of you. You feel something wet, warm and slimy drip onto your folds, you conclude he had spit onto you to get any form of lubricant.
The thrusts are brutal and his hands upon you are tight and unmoving. Your sobs do not subside and you feel as though your body is betraying you. It didn’t feel good to you - you felt disgusting and utterly embarrassed; especially with the grunting sounds from the man defiling you. But your body is allowing this to happen, naturally lubricating your walls for more - your stomach churning and bubbling to reach a high you didn’t desire.
Skin slapping echoes off the wall and you had no tears left in you to cry. You wanted this torture to end, to be freed from the nightmare -  but the man was cruel. You feel his hand tuck themselves beneath you and fingers twirl at your clit. You cry upon impact, shaking your head. 
“She likes it.” you hear faintly - it had to be the man restraining you. His voice felt so far away even if he was right across from you. 
The man behind you grunts, hips snapping into you roughly, fingers toying your clit harshly. Your pussy clenches around him unwillingly and you remain shaking your head - you didn’t want this. Your body doesn’t understand the difference between this and what it's use to.
“She’s about to cum.” the muffled voice from the man restraining you says. He holds onto your arms tighter as his partner flips you around. You come face to face with the masked person and your heart drops. You close your eyes, not wanting the man to see your reaction.
“It’s okay to like it. Whore’s like you love this, don’t you?”
The man doesn’t stop his thrusts - no, he appears to be thrusting into you even harder. Your moans of protest fill the room, but to these men, they were moans nonetheless.
Hands clamp around your neck and another around your lips. It silences you completely and you no longer have any strength in trying to protest. You felt your walls clench around the masked man until you were finally letting go around him unwillingly, but by then you were losing consciousness.
“I told you the outside world isn’t the place for you, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs into your hair. “You’re lucky I came just in time. Who knows what they were planning on doing to you.”
Your tears are now soaking Jungkook’s shirt, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to let you go - and now he would never have to. 
“Come on. Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Jungkook says, pushing you away to look at your tear-stained face. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”
You sniffled, feeling yourself fall apart all over again. Your head crashes into his chest and your hold on him becomes tighter. “I-I’m sorry.” you apologize. You should have heed his warning - that you were safe with him. He kept you in this mansion for this long because the outside world was indeed not safe - you and your daughters could never be safe if it wasn’t with Jungkook. You’re grateful that you had not taken them with you. Who knows what the masked men would’ve done to them.
Once Jungkook manages to get you into the shower, he closes the bathroom door behind him with a sigh. He gets your pajamas ready for you when you’re out and some sleeping pills - you’d need it if you were going to get a good night's sleep. 
Jungkook proceeds to lift his sleeve up and sigh at the mark on his wrist. It was beginning to sting. You managed to draw blood when you bit him - but he was grateful that the wound wasn’t too severe. 
After all, Yoongi’s plan had worked. Jungkook regained his control over you - even if he had to take desperate measures and insert fear. But, he had you nonetheless - his wife.
part two (prequel) a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment coming soon...
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privitivium · 1 month
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Big buff bossy gangster just bumping into Subtop M reader one day and suddenly becoming obsessed with them to the point where M reader has no choice but to submit to his advances cause if not well he's dead. Subtop M reader has to admit tho that he loves fucking him especially in risky places cause seeing him trying to keep his voice down satisfies Subtop M reader especially with his tiddies bouncing with each thrust
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i absolutely adore your writings :)) and no need to rush alright? i'm willing to wait haha
thank you dear coffin, i adore you......
yes…..….. this is refreshing. 💥💥🌹these are ideas. thoughts…… i might post more of this guy as an actual full-fledged fic where he actually stalks you as i enjoy big breast men 💥💥💥🌹🌹🌹must… must write more to be more… detailed…. uaghugh
amab bossy gangster x amab m reader
pt 2 rambles :3 cw;; dubcon, exhibition, stalker - yandere tendences?
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love at first sight… for him at least. a towering muscly dude with visible scars here and there along his “handsome” face with layered platinum blond hair doing his rounds with a couple of lackeys… unintentionally not looking where he was goingㅡ
ㅡ“oh, whoopsie.. you alright, man?” cautious not to put your hands on the other person who accidentally stepped on your foot and took a slight tumble; swallowing thickly, comedically as the man raises to his full height without a word - towering over you with his pecs center to your eyes, some big platinum blond muscleheadㅡ“haha… y-ou … you alright?” you offer your hand, even if he was already standing and most certainly did not need your help -
“fine.” he waves you off, leaving wordlessly but not before giving you a nasty glower. uagh, jeez.. what's that guy's problem? not like you were looking to instigate or something but still… you obviously did not mean to trip him! didnt he see how sympathetic you were just then? some people…
unbeknownst to you, he was fuming. that was how your first official meeting went?! argh!! his companions, his lackeys noting his upset and commenting on the matter ; “what's the matter? you wanna go back n’ pummel that guy, boss?” 
“no, no…” the hulking mass of muscle shakes his head - thin layers of platinum blond hair, waving his hand dismissively while seeming to be in thought - stalling down the walkway and making a swift turn down a narrow alleyway, knuckleheads following close behind. “that's… my lover. my fated one to be, you idiots. how can you not see that?” 
ㅡhe’s delusional, his lackeys realize. but feed into it anyway. in the lair, a rundown two story house where he was answering questions and fiddling with several pictures taken of you just hours later. a quick question of “how can ya’ tell that's yer fated one to be??!” an excited pawn queried. the big boss man going off on an equally excited tangent - a happy explanation about how he doesn't even know. all he knows is that he took one look at your tripping sorry ass and immediately wanted to get down on his knees, uncaring if it was in the middle of a busy sidewalk..
or it could… be the something like, muscly bossy gangster runs into you a few times instead,,, neither of you forgetting one another because for you, it's a big ass intimidating guy who glares at you and nearly makes you piss your pants how can you not forgetㅡand for him - he's literally orchestrating his schedule around yours just to be bumping into you like this. tapping your phone, keeping you tracked through a device or having several of his companions follow you around…
and then, him. finally showing up to your fucking home on a friday night - 11 pm. forcing his way into your apartment and ignoring how terrified you looked and showing you all the pictures he took of you. like aren't you the cutest ? and you… staring at him, teary eyed and sniffling because you obviously cant fight back against this fucking behemoth who you accidentally tripped… this is your day of reckoning isn’t it…. dead if you do, dead if you don't, huh. well. eyeing his fat chest, looking over his stocky build.. this guy's in love with you that badly?! then.. he could never hurt you right…? haha… a spineless creature such as you submitting that easily, you can't help yourself and you cant blame yourself!!!
ㅡ"shh-sh..” he hisses softly, grunting as he fluidly jerks at your hardened prick over your jeans - your back pressed against a wall in a maze of alleyways. of course, its the go-to.. who are you to deny this bossy ass gangster when he wants to be fucked??? asking you so nicely… ( literally pulling you from the eyes of the public wordlessly. who was gonna say anything anyway??? they know of him and his status….) whimpering softly - music to his ears. wishing he could be recording this audio for his own needy purposes of jerking off to your shrine he made… plunging himself on your pre-cum and saliva lathered cock… it was mesmerizing. pulling up his shirt to reveal his abdomen - no complaint from the hulking bossy bitch as you fondle his chest. before he was switching positions and pressing his front into the wall and allowing you to hump into him at a lazy languid pace while groping at his meaty body underneath his tight-fitted shirt. he… has to remind you of who's the one in charge… “keep it down..” he reminds breathlessly, a grin spreading across his face as he pushes his hips back into you ㅡ deliberately clenching his gummy walls around yr meaty, aching dick - 
ㅡ“what's this?” 
“uhh… our conversation?” you squint, glancing between the hulking mass pining you and his hand holding his tiny phone - his hand was just … huge. displaying your messages, where he was the last one to send a message?
he inhales sharply at your obliviousness, huffing in obvious indignation - pushing you harder against the wall without intent. “you left me on seen.” he stresses the last word. did you?? he was nearly snarling like an animal with rabies. “why??” god, this guy is like an insecure girlfriend but 10 times worse. 
“... i got uh.. distractedㅡ” you squirm, avoiding eye contactㅡ
"distracted with what?” he intrudes, leaning inward - you could faintly smell a hint of mint and.. what is thatㅡcinnamon? what's this guy's problem, eating sweets and harrassing you?! and just a quick glance down would tell you everything you need to know. how awkward… do you even tell him or does he know that he's bulging? it throws you off… acting so moody but bricked up??? that's laughable and you can't help yourself. b-but you can't exactly laugh in good humor, hypnotized by the way his squishy pecs bounce up and down with his hole clamping on your cock ㅡ telling you in-between ragged breaths never to ignore him - yes, yes honey never in my life i will do such a thing, mhm..
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seventhcallisto · 3 months
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got it on me m.
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꒦꒷ ✦ pairings: yandere! mafialeaders! matz x afab!reader (poly) hinted other yandere! members x reader.
꒷꒦ ✦ rating: 18+ !
꒦꒷ ✦ genre: ateez (hongjoong & seonghwa). toxic relationships. yandere. action. gangs + mafia. coercion. quick pining. smut.
꒷꒦ ✦ warnings: yanderes, obsessive/possessive behavior, mafia, violence, fighting, death, weapons, death, kidnapping, eventual and explicit smut.
° 。 ⋆༺MA♱Z༻⋆ 。 °
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13.
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Kim Hongjoong.
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Park Seonghwa.
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This is a mini series! (Mini) as in shorter chapters for easier writing on my part. Everything happens quickly too. Stay tuned!
None - if not all of it - is proofread, nor is this an accurate representation to the idols themselves, this is completely fiction and a work made by ©️ seventhcallisto here on tumblr. Please do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my works.
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hobicakess · 3 months
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PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)
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summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?
rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)
pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.
warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)
authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! I can't wait to write for this series. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)
part one
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There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.
“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.
There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .
With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.
“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*
Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.
Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.
“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”
The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”
Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline
Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison
The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.
‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’
And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.
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©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser
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alessiamalfoyzabini · 2 months
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Dark Moon | Chapter One
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Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader
Word Count | 1,3k
Warnings | +18, explicit language, kidnapping, yandere, use of a sleep-inducing substance (not specific which one), mentions of prostitution
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This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.
I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.
This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.
Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.
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⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.
And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.
That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.
He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.
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➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Here is the spin-off of Happy Ending, I hope you like the first chapter! 🥰 I would like to warn you, Jimin in this story will not be kind and soft like Jungkook from Happy Ending, he is very cruel and selfish, he is a hard yandere
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Taglist: @katherine-kookie, @dragons-flare, @m00njinnie
Taglist is open!
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2020.
Three years ago.
According to Kim Seokjin's rules, the choice of a whore was something very important. The girls chosen had to meet very specific requirements, such as not having anyone who would one day - following their disappearance - look for them. Seokjin did not want any trouble, and Jimin was not about to give him any. He took a long, deep drag from his cigarette, inhaling its bitter addiction, before blowing a thick, white cloud of smoke out the car window. He stretched his gloved hands over the steering wheel, waiting for the next move. Namjoon, at his side, checked that the situation outside was okay -nothing was moving in that neighborhood, not even the shadow of a stray cat - and this created the perfect moment. "Are you ready, Jimin?" asked the older man, beginning to prepare everything needed. The dark-haired boy's eyes sparkled, he nodded confidently as he adjusted his coat. One last glance at the clock and shortly after exactly 1 a.m. they got out of the car, long strides on the asphalt counted only by the ticking of their smart shoes. Seeing them, anyone would have said they were two well-to-do men about to attend an important event, except to glance at the squalor of the houses shrouded in darkness around them. Namjoon carried a dark briefcase in one hand; Jimin walked confidently beside him before turning into a small, narrow, grim alley.
"They have to stay here, don't they?" asked Namjoon, observing the crumbling building. "That's what they wrote," confirmed Jimin, finding the lobby door already wide open; it was a low-level Motel, it wouldn't take long. They found a guy half asleep behind the counter, the two exchanged a glance of understanding before Jimin approached the man in his forties striking him dryly in the back of the head, the latter only having a chance to let out a choked scream before passing out completely. "Thanks, man," sneered the boy, beginning to look up the names he was interested in in the register, along with the room number and corresponding key. He nodded to Namjoon when he had everything and they went up to the indicated floor. Jimin's alert and shrewd eyes immediately found what he was looking for, he pointed the door to his taller friend and together they opened it, they found the lights off, but they were trained to see even in the dark so they went straight to the two beds in the middle of the old and stale room, it was clear that such a Motel could not have all the comforts and amenities with what little they paid, there were not even cameras, it was an unsuitable and unsafe place for young girls like those asleep in those beds, Jimin thought with a grin.
Namjoon set the briefcase down on the floor, retrieving ready-made syringes from it, handed one to his friend and headed for one of the beds, Jimin chose for himself the one near the window and as the filtering neon sign light increasingly put the young girl's sleeping face on display, he inspected the young girl's face carefully, drinking in the sight of her softly parted lips and the warm breath rhythmically lowering and raising her chest. He lowered himself slightly to her neck, cautiously inhaling the light scent of roses emanating from her inviting skin. Namjoon, meanwhile, had already finished gently injecting the pinkish liquid into the other girl's arm, the substance would send her to sleep for a few hours, and Jimin should have hurried to do the same, too bad that he was merely gazing longingly at the woman, completely rapt. Namjoon noticed this and with a shade of reproach in his voice, called him to his senses. "Jimin, get a move on! Don't let your cock harden just now," he scolded him in a low, irritated tone. The young man puffed slightly, before uncorking the loaded syringe, unfortunately not accounting for the girl's light sleep, who squinted her eyelids as if disturbed by the presence looming over her with the eyes of a hawk.
She thought she was dreaming, but the figure of Jimin took a distinct and material form in her field of vision, which at first glance left her speechless.
Then a shrill scream left her throat, she tried to pull away, but Jimin was immediately on her, trying to block her, Namjoon caught up with an expletive clenched between his teeth and grabbed the girl by the shoulders, pushing her against the bed, the latter only in time to kick like a horse, managing to hit Jimin at jaw level, which pissed him off in no small measure, without any kindness or regard he stuck the needle of the syringe on her exposed thigh thanks to her pajama shorts, it penetrated the skin like butter and the girl stiffened screaming in pain, she fainted from shock without needing to wait for the injection to take effect. Namjoon let go a sigh before staring furiously at Jimin, who was touching the affected area with glacial eyes fixed on his victim. "What the fuck has gotten into you! Did you have to give her time to wake up?" he hissed, his silver hair glowing with the neon light outside, and Jimin gritted his teeth at the saintly appearance he was displaying at that moment. "I didn't think she'd wake up so easily, okay?" he blurted out, before pulling the girl's body to himself without any care, Namjoon shook his head before retrieving the other one more gently, the one had been good the whole time and he hoped the other Motel patrons hadn't heard the screams.
They should have moved in complete silence inconspicuously, but Jimin did not know what silence was, evidently. They went out with a placid step, from the other doors they heard absolutely nothing. Perhaps they were not occupied rooms, or most likely no one wanted to risk their skin to go and see what had happened to the girls, it was still a bad neighborhood that one. Jimin held the unconscious body rigidly in his arms, full of lividity. When he had watched her sleep he had called her a tender little angel in his head, well he was wrong, and very wrong, too. The bitch squealed like a goose and he would have loved to stretch her neck, which Namjoon wouldn't let him do anyway, they served without the slightest bruise to the Dark Moon. They arrived at the car without further trouble, even the road had remained deserted, and loaded the bodies into the back seats. "Let's get out of here before something else happens," muttered the friend, Jimin huffed annoyed, getting back into the driver's seat. "You're making it too tragic, no one heard us," he said, earning an angry look. "Because it was a sleazy Motel, you make all that noise in a normal house and see if no one hears you."
Jimin waved a hand, as if to say that he didn't give a shit about Namjoon's worries, bit his own lower lip piercing as he drove taking semi unfamiliar roads to leave no trace of himself. It would not happen again, after all. Yes, it hardly ever happened that he got a hard cock in the middle of a kidnapping on behalf of the Dark Moon, that had been new for him as well. He cast a glance at the other girl as well, but she said absolutely nothing to him, his body seemed to be attracted to the bitch who had kicked him, this made him even more irritated. "Should we take them to the warehouse?" The warehouse was an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, they used it to hide their equipment, but also often to torture and kill, or as in this case, keep the goods cool just long enough to make decisions about them, it was convenient and practical. "Yes, Jungkook said that Seokjin will lose time at the Dark Moon, there have been clients giving the girls trouble and he is cutting some names off the list," Namjoon replied, reading their maknae's messages. Jimin nodded, taking the last descent of that country road that would lead them straight to the warehouse.
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cosa-nostra-omerta · 10 months
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running-with-kn1ves · 2 months
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omg aaaa pls do write yan!gangster coming home wasted and chill, im so obsessed with his skrunkly self!!! i think he has such an interesting dynamic with reader, how would he feel if she were quiet in bed and when he asked her why she said its bc she wasnt sure if she were allowed to make noise 🥺
friend don't TEMPT ME I need him lovey dovey wobbly near crying pink tint on his cheeks shirt half unbuttoned blabbering about how much he needs reader and would-- in explicit detail --describe how he would end himself and everyone he knew if he for some reason lost them. He'd fo sure be unhinged if they had managed to get out.
For reader in your scenario,, I think he'd be able to see it on their face. lips pursed in a tight shut with their face scrunched-- he'd think maybe he's hurting them, only to find out they're struggling to stay quiet. If anything, he'll be slightly hurt, knowing they're so cautious in every little thing they do to not set him off, and on the other, he'll feel a little proud for making it so hard for them.
"I don't care if you scream, I wanna hear every little noise out of that sweet mouth."
"Don't get bashful on me now; do I gotta work harder for you to say my name? Let me show you just how competitive I can be."
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yxami · 11 months
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Do you think yandere gangster would stop killing if she asked him to or is he is in too deep to stop now?
I think for yandere gangster It’s gonna take awhile for him to drop killing because that’s a large percentage of what he does for work. Killing is also what ensures him that nobody would be bothering you, permanently.
If he were given an ultimatum about killing or you, he would immediately choose you. He would stop for a good while, but every now and then he would beat someone to the brink of the death. Most of the times it was about you and he would get a scolding from you but it was worth it.
It’s almost like an addiction but he’s not actually addicted to killing, he’s addicted to you and needing to protect you. That’s why it’ll be hard for him to settle for only beating someone up.
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mymoodwriting · 2 years
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2.5k, smut, non-con, penetration, fingering, handjob, yandere, restraints, violence, abuse, blood
“My darling… you can’t escape me.”
    It was like magic when you first met. As soon as your eyes met you knew you wanted him, and he wanted you. He approached you with an aura of confidence, so there was no way to resist. You talked all night and well into the morning. He invited you out for breakfast before you finally parted ways, but you’d be seeing each other again. You talked by any means whenever you could, getting to know each other more. He’d show up at your job to take you out for lunch or take you home at the end of that day. He was such a sweetheart your heart never stood a chance.
    As you got to know him you learned about his life too. He was a businessman, always traveling with a group of people. You never noticed before since he kept them out of sight, but as your relationship grew you saw them all the time. They were like private security, and you didn’t mind, feeling like you were with someone so important and so powerful. Over time he convinced you to leave your job, to live with him and spend your time at home. He gave you so much freedom to enjoy your life, but you should have known such things come at a price.
“Yuta… what was dinner about?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“I heard-”
“It’s nothing. Babe, everything’s okay, don’t you trust me?”
“Of course…”
“Let’s get you back to bed, you must be tired.”
“Yeah…”
    That wasn’t the first incident that clued you into his real life, the life he had been hiding from you. On more than one occasion you saw his men cleaning blood off themselves. The people around Yuta would also rotate, and sometimes you saw them with serious injuries. Although the biggest hint was when you caught Yuta coming home with blood on his face. You screamed and ran up to him, grabbing the handkerchief from his jacket and cleaning him up.
“Yuta… Yuta, what happened!” You were sobbing. “Why-”
“Sh, sh, sh, I’m alright.”
    He took the handkerchief from you, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. He told you it wasn’t blood, just an accident at a business dinner. You didn’t believe him for a second, but you didn’t want to know the truth either. Still, that night weighed on your mind, and more and more things began to come up. The final straw was a date night you had been looking forward to. Everything was going well until someone burst into your room. You had no idea who it was, but Yuta recognized them. He seemed calm, taking a sip from his drink.
“You have five seconds to leave, alive that is.”
“We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Yuta… what-”
    Yuta put a hand over your mouth, being more aggressive and uncaring in his method of silencing you. Now you were starting to get scared, but you tried to make yourself disappear in the situation.
“Either we talk, or your girl gets to-”
    The intruder was grabbed and dragged out. Yuta getting up as well and following his men out. He didn’t even say a word to you, leaving you to sit in silence. You didn’t know how long you waited, but he returned with a smile on his face, acting as if nothing had happened.
“Yuta…”
“Hm?”
“What was that…”
“What was what?”
“Yuta, that man, what-”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“But-”
“This night is about us. So let’s focus on that.”
    He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, reminding you the type of man he was. You tried your best to push any other thoughts aside, Yuta even giving you something else to focus on that night, but it stuck in your mind. Something was wrong, Yuta was lying to you about something, and you had to know what. You went into his study, trying to look for any sort of evidence to prove your suspicions, only for you to get caught.
“Y/n, what are you doing in here?”
“I… I…”
“I’ve asked you not to come in here. So why are you?”
“I…”
“Answer me.”
“You answer me!”
“What?”
“You’ve been lying to me. I don’t know about what, but you have!”
Yuta chuckled. “Is that so? Are you mad at me?”
“No… Yuta, I just want to know the truth.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
    Yuta had slowly stalked up to you, pushing you back against his desk. He put his hands on your hips, lifting you up to sit on his desk, laying you down. You swallowed nervously as his hands trailed down to your thighs, pushing your legs apart.
“Yuta…”
“You want the truth?”
“Yes…”
“Then let me get something from you first.”
    Yuta leaned down to kiss you, hard, his lips trailing down your body. The skirt you were wearing was already pushed up, and next was your shirt. He pulled your breasts out of your bra, groping them and letting out a moan. 
“You’re so fucken hot.”
“Yuta…”
“Hm?”
“Please…”
“Knew you were a good girl.”
    A hand trailed down your stomach, grabbing your cunt and giving it a little squeeze before he started rubbing you through your panties. You bit your lip, gently rocking your hips. He was an impatient man, pushing your panties aside to feel how wet you had gotten already, his fingers getting coated in your slick. A big smirk decorated his face, getting you to make eye contact with him as he slipped a finger into you. He was always good in bed, but this was your first time doing it somewhere else.
    While getting you ready he undid his pants, guiding one of your hands over to his cock. If you wanted it you needed to make sure it was ready. You gave his cock a good few pumps, feeling it twitch and throb in your hand. When he deemed you ready he rubbed the head against your entrance before pushing in. He went slow for a bit before slamming into you. A ragged moan escaped your lips, reaching above your head to hold onto his desk. Yuta had a good rhythm going at first, a hand on your clit to pinch and rub, making you feel every possible pleasure you could, while also squeezing him tight.
“Yuta… Yuta… I’m…”
“I know… me too.”
    Yuta pulled you up, thrusting up into you, hitting your sweet spot just right to push you over the edge. You held him tight as you rode out your high, pushing him to his climax as well. He laid you back down on the desk, staying close, trying to get every last bit of pleasure out of you. The both of you stayed connected for a while as you caught your breath. Once you had regained your senses you tried to get up, but Yuta held you down.
“Yuta…”
“I don’t want to lose you…”
“You won’t lose me. I just want to know the truth. Not knowing is driving me crazy with worry. What if I lose you suddenly?”
“It’s better you don’t know.”
“But I want to know.”
“You won’t hate me?”
“How could I?”
    You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you weren’t ready regardless. Yuta wasn’t a businessman caught up in dangerous matters, he created them. He was a gangster. You were frozen over the revelation, needing a moment to process. Yuta took your hand, holding it tight, telling you that he was respected and feared, so you didn’t have to worry about him. Sometimes his work would come home with him or be witnessed by you, but it was a rare occurrence. You’ve lived together for so long without knowing, so you knew he was being truthful.
    You did try to live with this. The life he gave you, of course he had to be involved in dangerous things. Although you could never put your heart at ease, knowing that any day could be his last. You knew you told him you wouldn’t leave him, but your heart couldn’t live like this. So you did try once, to leave him, wanting to talk and figure things out. You didn’t want things to be awkward with you two afterwards, wanting to leave amicably, but that’s not how it went. As soon as you brought up the subject he grabbed your arm, dragging you up to the bedroom.
“Yuta… Yuta, please-”
“You said you wouldn’t leave me!”
“I’m not! We can still be friends, but-”
“I don’t want to be friends!”
“Yuta, please, we were talking-”
“I’m done talking.”
“Yuta-”
“We are not having this conversation!”
“Yuta!” You pulled away. “I am trying to-”
    Yuta slammed you up against the wall, pressing his lips to yours, and kissing you deeply. When he pulled away he was out of breath, pressing his head against yours.
“I love you y/n… I can’t lose you…”
“You won’t.”
“You can’t go.”
“Yuta…”
“I said no!”
    He dragged you into the bedroom, throwing you on the bed. Before you could get a word out you felt something cold around your ankle, looking down to see a chain around your leg.
“Yuta!”
“I said you’re not leaving me!”
“Yuta, unchain me right now! This isn’t-”
“It’s for your own good. I’ll keep you safe.”
“Yuta!”
    You screamed for him to release you, but he did no such thing, merely leaving you alone. You tried to get the chain off, but you couldn’t. Now you were trapped in the room, both the door, and balcony out of reach. You never thought Yuta would be capable of such a thing, and yet here you were. You cried the first night, feeling like you never knew Yuta at all. You gave him the silent treatment afterwards. If he wasn’t gonna respect your decision, then you wouldn’t give him any attention. You suffered for it, getting meals taken, but eventually he just lived with it.
“You’re all dolled up for me.”
    After a while you were allowed outside the bedroom, but you were still in chains, like a dog on a leash. If anything you were stuck playing house with him no matter what you did to rebel. You never gave up hope of escaping, knowing you’d get your chance someday, and you did. It took months, but you managed to sneak away something to pick the lock on your ankle cuff. You waited for Yuta to leave in the morning before freeing yourself and sneaking out of the house. You only had so long before you were found out and he would be alerted, so you needed to get far, but fortune was not on your side.
    As you ran through the streets you were suddenly grabbed and shoved into a van. You thought it was Yuta, having set up some security, but you were wrong. Whoever these people were, they weren’t a fan of Yuta, and they wanted information from you. There was nothing you could give them, Yuta never let you know the details of his work. You thought you would die, but one of the men gave you an ear, listening to your story about being held against your will, and ultimately deciding to help you escape him.
    You were grateful for that, finally able to let yourself breathe. They kept you hidden, although through their chats you overheard about Yuta, and how he was looking for you. He was usually calm and level headed, but when it came to you he was being reckless. Yet he still managed to make his enemies tremble before him. You were finally getting to know the real Yuta, and it scared you in a way you couldn’t explain. At least you could take comfort in the fact you were out of his reach and would soon be far from him. Or at least that was the plan.
    You were going to leave on a boat, having had some help gathering some money so you could start over somewhere else. Except when the time came to go, things were interrupted. It didn’t take long to realize the gang that had been sheltering you was under attack. Your mind immediately went to Yuta, but it couldn’t be. He had no way of knowing you were here, so you had to think it was some other gang. They surely fought all the time, but you still had to go before you got caught up in any of this. Although as you were trying to escape the mess, you saw him, and he saw you.
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“Y/n, you get one chance! Come here!”
    Yuta was a mess, and he was enraged. Now that he saw you, you felt like there was no escape. You stumbled back a few steps, and then ran when he began stalking towards you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, trying to avoid any of the fighting, turning around every few moments to see if Yuta was still there. He was, and he easily took care of anyone in his way. Somehow you kept running, the adrenaline fueling your escape, but you didn’t know the place, winding up at a dead end.
“Fuck…”
“I told you… you’re mine…”
“Yu… Yuta… please…”
“To run away, and lie with my enemy… I shouldn’t forgive you!”
“I… I’m sorry…”
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it.”
    You were pinned against the wall, unable to meet Yuta’s eyes, but he grabbed your face and made you look at him. You could see anger on his face, but also relief that he had finally found you. He wasted no time shoving a hand down your pants, feeling your core.
“Already wet? It seems my girl remembers who she belongs to.”
“Yuta-”
“Shut up!”
    Yuta started kissing your neck, sucking on the skin as well to mark you as his. You tried to shove him off, but his stance was firm. You squirmed when he pushed a finger into you, but he simply chuckled into your shoulder.
“I’m gonna make sure you don’t leave me again.”
    You had no way of stopping him from doing as he pleased. You were at his mercy, and you had no idea what he was capable of in this state if you managed to upset him some more. You couldn’t fight him, not as he spread you open for him with his fingers, not as he slammed his cock into you, not as he fucked you against the wall, acting like an animal in heat, marking up any piece of flesh he could get his mouth on. You held him tight, at times getting lost in the feeling of him, forgetting about your own sins.
“Yuta…”
“Yeah? You feel good baby? Remembering who owns you?”
“Fuck… Yuta, please…”
“What? Use your words, if you can.”
“Please… wanna cum…”
“You better cum on my cock, no one else gets to have you.”
    You bit into Yuta’s shoulders as you came, shaking from the pain, the adrenaline, and your own high all at once. He didn’t let up either, fucking you while you were so sensitive, making your head spin more and more. You didn’t even realize he had hit climax until you felt something warm dribbling down your thighs. Yuta peppered your face with kisses, clearly out of breath, and you barely conscious.
“You’re mine, understand?”
“Hm…”
“You’re never going to leave me again. Ever.”
“…”
“Love you.”
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lindoesntwin · 8 months
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I WILL NOT BE SPOILED BY A DOTING GANGSTER!
A granddaughter of a yakuza has a very clingy bodyguard.
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privitivium · 1 month
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hnnn... fellers liked the first one and it gives me reason enough to post a second part. these r just rambles...... sorry for any mistakes. p1
dombot amab bossy gangster x subtop amab m reader :3
cw; stalking - "yandere-ish" ?!! dubcon
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his jealousy knows no bounds. dude constantly keeping a guy on you, if not himselfㅡand today, all you want to do is arts and crafts for fun on your day off... when you should've been calling him up instead! he can't believe the audacity, really. immediately hopping in his vinatage old car and hauling ass to the address he was given by his lackey tagging you, showing up just to see you being all chummy with some nobody-? augh!!
at first, he was irritated with how frightful you were... "stop being scared of me, i love you!" he'd shake you, eyes wide and looking like a madman before rubbing yr dicks together... so happy when its clear ur becoming accustomed to him... playing on your phone and seeing that someone you regularly play with is with someone else. you admit you're a little jealous, yes.. but it's quickly ruined by your hulking freak of a lover. so upset and childish.
ㅡ"you're only allowed to be jealous if i'm part of the reason!" he snapped, tugging your phone from your hands and exiting the game you were on. really? seriously? you were just a bit upset your usual duo wasn't online in some coloring game, it isn't that big of a deal... but yeah, sure babe. who are you to deny him again? as he sucks you off? you don't think you have the clearance to deny such a dangerous figure of anything. i mean, him making several copies of your apartment key - following you around or having you followed - told what to do most of the time? - you don't want to think about if he actually has cameras in your place or not, but it wouldn't be surprising. constantly nervous in the comfort of your own home... ugh.
"who's this guy? he bothering you?" "coming" to your rescue. you were negatively surprised to see him because how did he know where the fuck to find you? on this busy ass strip of shops and he so happens to be passing by and see you amongst the crowds? you wouldnt be surprised if there was a fucking tracker in your shoulderㅡ"i mean, i couldve been doing this with you... who even is this guy?" he gestures to the employee who was merely bringing you more trinkets for reference... smelling the insecurity and jealousy from your cornerㅡthere was really no reason to be so damn jealous nor insecure...
he's in love with you and how can you not love that? having some big ass dude who is a sort of danger to the public saying youre his fated one to be and treating you all nice and fucking you real good? ... no, honey, you arent flirting with this poor worker just trying to do his job, stalker..
"sorry, i ah... got busy." that seemed to be your go to excuse, huh?? he won't take it anymore - he won't!! however, begrudgingly sitting, enjoying your presence and letting you finish whatever fuckass thing you were creating... - "oh, is this for me?" breaking your concentration as he plucks the object from your hands - words dying on your lips at his glowering expression he shoots you. "that's sweet of you. it's finished you say? we'll lets get a move on..." he was pulling you up and tugging you out the door - practically throwing you in the passenger of his car with yr little trinket in hand.. jeez, was it really that bad that you wanted a bit of time to your self? still not understanding that your world is going to revolve strictly around his - no friends you hear?! he's all the friend and boyfriendㅡ girlfriendㅡhusband you need!!
apologizing with a soft, "sorry honey, thats my bad mhm." yes it is your bad. but hes not one to hold grudges against his fated one to be, obviously. who could stay mad at their fated lover... right. this guy, just a delusional freak you were genuinely too scared to stand up to. i mean... he was great in some aspects... a great protector... a great fuckhole... but sometimes he gets too suffocating..
ㅡand who is there for you when you happen to get sick... threatening your job to put you on paid leave for a few days, so nice of him, right? commend him while he pets you. like awh babe ur so sad and pathetic c'mere and let me feed you this canned soup babe. babe c'mon, c'mere. come here, babe.
ending up with him groping at your soft cock through your sweatpants... and you struggling to get away. weaky pushing against him, being held against his fat pecs - muscular arm slung over your abdomen to keep you still - your head is faintly hurting and he's touching your dick?? augh... but god the way he's so gentle and whispering sweet-nothings into your ear.. but it's like.. babe... get me water. but you can't tell him that, that you need hydration. too caught up in mutely whimpering with your head tilted back against his shoulder and lips parted - he should know how bad ur feeling, you were just complaining - "it hurts... augh.. ugh.." but babe! he wants to show you how much he loves you through what he knows best - showering you in affectionㅡ! it's okay, shhh... you'll feel so much better, i promise. aren't you going to believe me? babe you know i tell you the truth, always and forever.
man... how about gangster dude catching you jerking it and pulling you in missionary just to wrap his thick ass legs around your hips to fuck you into him. have this oral instead. him lurking around your place but not yet entering... before he finally does, kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat like he owns the place and looking around for you - expecting you to be asleep in your bed since all the lights were out but he couldn't quite see in through the windows?!?! catching you while touching yourself, rather enveloped in whatever the fuck was playing on your phone... what a sight for him to see! how ... lovely. you must've been expecting him, huh? no time to be surprised - no time to cover yourself. you do, weakly covering your leaky prick with your hands after tossing your phone to the side, calling out his name in surprise. what r u surprised for silly... we both know you've been waiting for me! i mean, haven't even come yet. you were waiting for me... almost bashful as he dips in between your legs, hugging you into him and tonguing at the head of yr cock just to have you a shivering trembling mess. it's his favorite! to make you cry from pleasure and then ride your still-hard prick... making sure not to crush you... so thoughtful
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Do you have any headcanons on Gus Travis? I've just watched Black Point and I think I'm in love 💖
Him?
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― Gus Travis has a major problem with jealousy. Why? Because outside of having a natural propensity for doubt (maybe due to the nature of his job, being a career criminal where you have to watch your back, against everyone, at all times) his wife betrayed him in the past and ran off with another man covertly acting as an informant and Gus' boss' money. Almost sounds like the typical entanglement in the life of someone on the wrong side of law enforcement hiding out in a small port town on the borders of Alaska and Washington state, but the event left Gus reeling, even less trusting and somehow, even more territorial and fidgety when it comes to love as a mere concept. In short notes, Gus Travis is as jaded as can be.
― Which means, despite seeming like the type who has had his share of easy sex, easy cash, easy profit, murky jobs, shady deals, Gus doesn't fall in love easily. Not before the event and certainly not after. He's a rough man, with a rough exterior, rough manners, a rough job and initially, he doesn't seem like the type to care for such things at all, but the opposite is very much true because internally, he's someone who tends to fall and fall hard which has left him messed up in the past. In his words, I treated her like a princess and gave her the world and this is how she repays me? He doesn't want that happening again and so, when he meets you, his first instinct is to be standoffish and stay away from you. Better yet, warn you to say away from him.
― Might have the typical gangbanger 'Do you know who I am?' or 'Do you know who you're dealing with?' vibe about him purely to push you away, even though he's quite as likely to contradict himself and be the one pursuing you. Gus overflows with clashing emotions where he isn't certain if he'd rather scare you away or lay his claim on you and make you his. Maybe just visit some nearby, shady portside pub and get himself someone who looks just like you; a whore, a hooker, a one night stand, anything, and get you out of his system through fucking someone else, not that that helps one bit at all and everyone either looks too much like you or not at all and he always comes back to craving the real deal, and he hasn't...well, he hasn't even laid a finger on you yet.
― Thing is, as I said above, Gus loves deeply. A surprising amount for someone who could only be labeled a bad boy and something of a thug in the most classical sense. The type of love that has him tattooing your name somewhere on his body --- maybe next to his heart, perhaps way before you even know it...or him --- wearing maching clothes, wearing matching rings and bracelets and necklaces. Where he dreams of buying a boat one day, sailing out with a bunch of cash, and naming it after you, as his muse, his lucky north, his compass. Where he sees you as his near overromanticized mythical being. His mermaid. His selkie. His siren. Interesting how someone otherwise so bitter and disappointed with love also has the amazing capacity of being borderline poetically idealistic.
― Of course, the nature of his career criminal leanings and rough and tough sailor and streetwise lifestyle might not exactly allow for him to express his idealistic side outright because there's a reputation to maintain and part of him doesn't want to. And yet, he still desperately does to the point his cravings are making him volatile. He fears being a fool in love again. He fears his men viewing him as a fool in love too. So, he might come off a bit hostile and passive aggressive; like someone who has a general distaste for you, which is far from true, his behaviour ranging anywhere from acosting you in public or god forbid, anyone you might be out on a date with, because he's fatally jealous. Gus can't handle himself or the gravitas of his feelings around you and he protects himself through what he feels is nessecary. Through being a bit of a bastard.
― It doesn't remain unnoticed though; just how much attention Gus Travis is giving you, even if this attention is masked through the guise of negative social interactions. It all becomes suspicious, though. The sheer quantity and volume of it. Him stalking you, catcalling you from his car, threatening to goddamn near shoot anyone else who dares, honking his horn at you, bullying you one minute and then flirting the next, harassing your friends and suitors out in bars or restaurants, having them scared away from you or outright beat up so they'd be afraid to stay in touch with you, being pushy, intrusive, threatening and petulant, having his men follow you around covertly and report back to him on your daily whereabouts, offering to lend you money so you'd be indebted to him, breaking into your place, kidnapping attempts. You name it!
― Ultimately, you will be his, and his grip on you will be tighter than any relationship he ever had before because he dreads losing you like he's lost meanigful people in the past and it has his possessive tendencies flaring up dramatically; he will correct the mistakes he made before you came along, he swears it. Realistically, he is difficult. Very difficult. He is difficult because he overcompensates. Overcalculates. Over-worries. He questions every interaction, every glance, ever action, imaginary or real, towards someone else from you or from you to someone else because the dread of you being whisked away from under him is acute, and so, most people never even discover Gus Travis even has anyone serious as you're his most fiercely guarded treasure. Hell, not even most of his men and crooks know. And if nobody knows you exist and you're merely abducted one day --- missing posters riddling your home town, only for you never to be found again, then nobody can coax you away from him in the future.
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