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To Catch a Dream - (2)

Summary:  It’s difficult for Yoongi, who’s completely infatuated with you, to quietly remain your college friend. With a slow appearance of unusual tendencies in him, he realizes what he needs to do to attain his dream. However, jealousy and possession are universal in everyone.

A/N: Not edited yet! I have a really bad stomach ache. So I’ll do that later when I get the time. I’m so sorry T_T. Trigger warning: yandere themes, others TBD. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics. 

It was the 1st time you saw him that day. The chilly October winds blew through the sky.  As you made your way down through the science building. You were astonished to see him working with your “friend”. You gazed through the glass window of the classroom door, noticing your blurry reflection, as well as the bright lights that reflected off the glass.

Slowly, you hand grabbed onto the doorknob, pulling the laboratory door open. Yoongi looked up from the table as he heard the creaking of the door. He looked back down when he caught a glimpse of your face, exchanging short conversation with his lab partner to his left.

Yoongi refused to look up and busied himself with his lab assignment. He absolutely refused to acknowledge your presence in fear of showing his blatant interest in you in front of another person.

However, you were preoccupied with the mysterious guy on his right. Him. You were mesmerized in his crisp beige-colored hair, his sharp jawline, and his prominent cheeks, which seemed to contradict all his other features. His eyes were a warm brown and he stood a bit taller than Yoongi. He was dressed in a typical “boyfriend style”, but you loved it.

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Yandere Kirishima, Katsuki, and Izuku reacting to getting their head squished between their darling's thighs

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), and nothing else. Lmk if I missed anything.

Author Note: I do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. Thank you so much for the request, this was really fun to write.

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Request(ed?): Yes! ‐ hi! Quick question, how would ejiro, katsuki, and deku react to their darling squishing their thighs onto them 🤔 😳 asking for a friend — requested by🧋anon.

Ejiro Kirishima / Red Riot

One of the ways to get him excited. He's dumbfounded, looking straight ahead at the TV while his face turns bright red and his his pants tighten.

He's known for his horny ways, and as your thighs are a huge turn-on; he'd immediately get excited and start to lick his lips.

Kirishima fingers start to trail the top of your thighs, pressing gentle kisses on the inside before biting and tickling you; of course, after a minute or two of you playing, he quickly goes back to kissing your thighs before launching himself to your crouch, ripping off your undergarments.

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Katsuki Bakugo / Dynamite

Stops moving before Chuckles loudly.

Not an ounce of embarrassment is shown on his face. Again, another one that gets horny fast, but he does enjoy your thighs; especially in this position.

Katsuki tightens his grip on your thighs, dragging his thumb downwards before biting your fat; leaving a few hickies on them. He instantly grabs you, throws you over his shoulder before leaving to a room you oh so knew (and gonna enjoy)

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Izuku Midoriya / Deku

He's a stuttering mess, face red: asking if you want a massage or....something else.

He is another one, who gets horny; he polity brushes off his sweating and squirming because he's uncomfortable. But the more you two sit there, he says fuck it.

Izuku's hands are hugging your thighs as his head is resting against your tummy, Izuku consistently moves; whining lowly before he starts to lick your thighs; exploring your skin with his touches and mouth. Then, he's aiming for your crotch, begging for more.

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Yandere Izuku Midoryia Headcanon

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies (Kidnapping, stalking, obsessiveness, Etc.), suicide mention, stealing (borrowing), manipulation, power-play (no NSFW), naked mention, threats (thrown at Izuku), depression mention, forced affection (kissing, cuddling, etc.), Paparazzi mention, and threatening.

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"His Pet"

Summary : Min Yoongi. A business magnate, and a mafia leader. He was everything you would never imagine to be a part of your life. Yet fate is not something to be eluded.

He would do anything to make you his.

Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.

Pairings : Yoongi × female OC (from reader's POV).

Warning for this chapter : Implied deflowering and confinement.

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CHAPTER 6.

You slowly opened your heavy eyes to a glimmer of the morning light glinting through the corner of the thick curtain.

For a second, you didn't remember where you were, the beautiful surrounding felt so alien to you.

The kind of luxury and imposing large room that you were in probably could fit your entire family, but that was something that failed to impress you.

The room was big but rather lack of personality. The ambience gave of sense that showed how the room was prepared without really regard on personal taste of the dweller.

The events from last night were randomly flashed in your mind as you tried to piece everything back together.

There was something that told you, it was probably better not to remember anything, a dread nagged in the back of your mind that warned you, you wouldn't like the memory.

It was when the realization of what happened last night hit your mind, and jerked you awake completely.

You lost your virginity to the man you despised the most, right in this room.

It was the slight ache around your core that prompted you to hastily shove the blanket and check on the sheet under you, looking for any crimson stain from last night affair, but it was clean and clear.

You took a long deep breath while trying to figure out your next step, going back home certainly the most logical thing you had to do.

You glanced to the clock on the wall, it was fifteen past eight.

You were still naked, you didn't even have the energy to change to sleepwear last night. To avoid the hassle of having to search inside unfamiliar wardrobe, you only used wet wipes from your handbag to clean yourself casually, then threw yourself under the blanket and passed out.

Sleeping was always a good way to forget your problem, escaping from bitter real life. But life must go on, and you have to face the reality sooner than later.

You checked your phone, there were eight missed calls. Three from your brother, two from Chen- your coworker from the restaurant, and another three from Yejin, your partner for the final thesis. You didn't even want to open the text messages, afraid of what you have to answer them.

Staring at your phone screen, had you realized how in big trouble you were.

You had to find him immediately.

You threw the blanket to the side and walked to find the bathroom. This bedroom alone probably almost the same size as your apartment.

The attached bathroom has a big bathtub and separate shower, with two sinks, a large mirror covering one full side of the wall, and a shelf full with fresh clean towels next to the mirror. Ivory color dominating the rest of the bathroom.

You pushed the sliding glass door connected to a big walk in closet, with rows of white painted wooden cabinet and drawer, and a wide hanging area in the middle.

It was mostly empty except for one section that filled with stack of clothes, that you guessed it was what Yoongi mentioned to you last night.

You examined the pile of clothes, trying to find something modest for you to wear today.

Dresses, shirts, skinny jeans, bras and panties-all of them were lace, sweaters, satin sleepwears and two long coats, all still with tags from designer labels that none of them you ever heard of before. Two swimming suits, but no workout outfit. You usually run, not swim.

There was even a set of basic toiletries and make up with nude colors on the bathroom cabinet, all still in its packaging with price tag.

You wondered if he had a secretary to do these kind of shopping for his women.

If you didn't know better, you probably would be impressed with his ability to precisely assumed your size. But since you were sure he got the information by asking his men stalking on you, so no ... not impressive at all, more like creepy. Although it wasn't so surprising, considering how he got so many resources at his disposal, this probably was just a minuscule part of your profile that he already knew.

Half an hour later, you were ready to go.

You took a once-over of the room, then decided to open the curtain to let the sun shined through the room.

Behind it was a glass door to a balcony, facing the big swimming pool you saw last night, but this one was from different angle.

You couldn't see clearly from Yoongi's office, but now you got a comprehensive view of the whole property.

His study room must be on the left side from where you stood, and far across your room was another building, separated from the one that enclosed your bedroom.

Next to the swimming pool was a stone stairs connected down to a vast yard, surrounded by row of greenery at the very far end.It looked bright green and well maintained, with flower bushes a d tall trees fenced neatly on the rim, making the whole view was really beautiful.

He was a wealthy man, that much was clear from his estate alone, and with the kind appearance, he could have chosen any woman he wanted.

Picking up a random girl from a random restaurant seemed more like a feat of a humble desperate man would do, instead of someone as affluent like him.

There would be too many women who probably more than happy to be by his side, with all the luxury he could offer.

Why then he had to pick you?

You definitely not the glamour model type that would be more suited to this kind of life with him. In fact, you knew a few of girls from your college that will be overjoyed to take your place. You shook your head, snapped yourself back to reality. It was useless to even think about it, you doubted Yoongi as someone who could easily be persuaded or deceived.

You walked back to the bedroom and closed the glass door.

The hallway in front of your room was empty. There was another door across, you could hear the whirring sound of a machine coming from it. It sounded like a vacuum cleaner, someone might doing some cleaning there.

You decided to knock the door, hoping that there will be somebody you could ask about his whereabouts. You are terrible with direction, and last night you could only remember a little about the surrounding rooms.

The door was opened by a sturdy looking woman in her fifties, with handheld vacuum cleaner on her hand.

"Excuse me? Can I ask you something?"

"Miss! You're awake. Master Min asked me to assist you if you need anything, but I knocked on your door awhile ago, and there was no answer. I thought you were still sleeping." She put down the vacuum cleaner on the floor, and gave you a hesitant smile.

"You probably knocked when I was still in the bathroom." You glanced at the room behind her, but she stepped out and closed the door.

"You must be hungry. Let me take you to the dining room. This mansion is really big, it will take sometime before you know your way around." She gestured you to follow her through the wide hallway, leading to the curved stairs.

"Wait...Can you please take me to Yoongi? I don't have time for breakfast. I need to see him now."

She stopped from her stride then looked at you with a perplexed expression. "Miss, Master Min is with the other members right now, are you sure? They are still practicing. Morning is usually a hectic time for them."

You didn't want to go there, of course, but what could you say to your contacts? Especially your brother. You didn't even know where you are right now. Your brain couldn't think of a good excuse to explain why you weren't home last night. Even though you didn't stay with your brother anymore, but Yejin probably already called him to look for you, after failed to reach your number.

You promised her to meet up at your apartment to discuss about the thesis last night, which you skipped and forgot to give her a heads up. You were too occupied with Yoongi, and you didn't expect to stay overnite.

You couldn't let your brother to know about your situation now. If he goes to the police, you could already imagine the bad scenario that will happen.

"I'm sorry, but this is really important. Please take me to him."

She nodded, than gestured for you to follow her.

You didn't go towards the office room where you saw him last night, but instead she led you down the stairs, through the area you passed with Jimin before, going outside.

You saw the stone stairs that led to the big door yesterday, but she didn't go there, instead she turned right, passing a small garden, then walked through a passageway, leading to a square building.

It was a sport hall. You saw an indoor basket ball field, a boxing ring, and a gym area with several fitness equipments. It was bare , and the woman kept walking passed the center of the hall, to a door that led to an outdoor yard area.

There you could see several men sat scattered on three long steel bench, under a stylish outdoor glass canopy.

It was apparently a shooting range. You came from the back side of it, so they weren't aware of you yet.

All of them wearing all black outfit- short sleeves shirt and pants. You recognized some of them -Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.

Yoongi was standing at the front, behind the shooting lanes , firing shot after shot towards the target line.

The woman went to one of them who was sitting while working with a laptop on his lap. When the woman saying something close to his ear, the man turned his head to you. The woman then left, walking back to the direction of the main house.

As if on cue, that was when everybody suddenly realized your presence, and turned their gaze to look at you. Everyone except Yoongi, who wore earmuffs and still firing another shot.

There were seven of them, including Yoongi.

Suddenly you felt like entering the tiger's lair, with all their eyes fixed on you.

Chapter 7

No point being unhappy | Yandere!Jungkook Story

Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x Reader Story Keywords: yandere, angst Warnings: yandere jk, kidnapping, hard depression, eating disorder, swearing Word count: around 3.000 Masterlist To what lengths can a human mind go? How many inconvenient details can it ignore until it’s too much? Yn was about to find out.

Two weeks. That’s how long it took for Yn to lose count of the days she’s been locked inside her kidnapper’s house. She was never good at keeping up healthy habits and remembering to repeat the number of nights passed inside this ‘prison cell’ as she called his place soon started to slip her mind leading up to forgetting about it altogether. When she realised there was no way out of this situation for her, no way to escape, no way to run, she started to slowly fade away. Piece by piece she started to disappear. She felt it and after some more time passed she even made peace with it.

Jungkook saw it too and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t going to let his most priced possession fall apart right in front of his eyes. When she stopped eating he’d sit with her for hours begging her to take at least a bite of whatever he prepared for her but no matter what words he used or how desperate he sounded she didn’t budge. Every day she stared blankly at plates filled with different meals or boxes of takeout from various restaurants. It wasn’t hard for her to stop eating. When she lost the will to live it seemed simply unnecessary.

She felt so weak and tired but at the same time, she couldn’t sleep. At night she would sneak out of his bedroom and he would pretend he was asleep, letting her have at least this little bit of imaginary freedom. She would sit by the living room window, looking out onto the city and its neverending life she was no longer part of. She would sit down on the wooden floor resting her temple against the cold glass thinking of ways to end her suffering quicker.

After eight days of Yn killing herself silently in front of him, Jungkook decided he’s had enough. He couldn’t help her no matter how hard he tried. How could he when she didn’t speak to him or even look at him? Whenever her eyes would land on his silhouette her stare would become blank. He wondered how she managed to do that since her eyes seemed empty all the time already. They lost their shine the day she stopped eating. The same day breathing became a tiring chore to her. He could at least see pleading and fear in her pupils before. Now they were just dead and soon she would be too if he didn’t come up with the right solution to the situation.

That night Jungkook stayed out late after work. Instead of going back to look at the ghost of a woman he imprisoned in his home, he decided to call up his most trusted friends to talk over the ‘situation he and his girlfriend’ found themselves in. During his absence, Yn curled up on the living room couch. She stared out of the double glazed windows, talking to herself in her head. When she realised Jungkook was not going to let her go she stopped speaking. It wasn't something she didn’t want to do. If she could she would scream for him to let her go all day and night, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do so. She would sometimes whimper out muffled sobs in the shower when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her over the rustling of the water but not much more and never when he was close by.

“There’s no point in me being unhappy,” she whispered so softly she barely heard her shaky, raspy voice.

Scanning her reflection in the dark surface of the window she made out her smudged features merging with the view of the city’s lights behind the glass. She was surprised by her own ideas especially since she was sure she didn’t have to proceed with the hunger strike much longer as her body was already giving up on her - always cold and extremely tired, her head throbbed with pain and she would get dizzy every time she stood or sat up.

Her eyes travelled to the mirrored image of the front door behind her frail frame resting on the light-coloured couch. The small keypad lit up in red colour as someone started punching in the code on the other side. The flight mode she’s been in the past weeks took over as she shot up from the couch. Stumbling over her own feet she made her way to the bedroom, flinging herself onto the bed right as Jungkook walked inside the apartment. Raising the covers to her chin she relaxed her face, pretending to be fast asleep.

With the overwhelming weight resting on his shoulders Jungkook went straight to the bathroom. He stood under the hot stream of water for a while trying to rid his head of worries about his ‘girlfriend’ as he liked to call her. A little while later Yn slowly fluttered her eyes open as she felt the dip on the mattress when her kidnapper lied down beside her on the king-sized bed. His ribcage rose and fell slowly as he breathed rhythmically.

“I could just block out all the inconvenient details and focus on the good parts and them only,” Yn thought. “Are there any?”

The pain in her throat from holding back a hopeless sob increased as she came to terms with the fact she was caught between a rock and a hard place. There was no good way out. It was either self-inflicted death or compliance to him. Yn never thought she would be one of those girls that disappeared without a trace. That only happened on TV, only in places far away. She never thought she would have to decide between such horrific options but she could only last so long.

“It will be hard, there’s no question about it but maybe it’ll be worth it,” she cried in her head. “Maybe it will make it possible for me to escape one day and if there is hope…”

To what lengths could a human mind go? How many inconvenient details could it ignore until it was too much? She was about to embark on a journey to find that out. Holding back the tears from spewing from her eyes she reached her hand forward. Her fingertips barely managed to graze the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt when he was already glancing at her over his shoulder.

“You alright?”

His voice was raspy but not like hers, it was sleepy and tired in all meanings of the word. The soft moonlight peeking through the floor-to-ceiling windows provided enough illumination for Yn to see the damp hair stuck to his forehead. It only took one short glance for Jungkook to notice something was different with her. For starters, she was looking at him and not through him and then there was the touch. It was merely a graze of a finger over his back but at the same time, it was more than anything he ever received from her. He stared at her for a second longer before turning in his spot.

“Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around,” he pleaded in his head as Yn retracted her hand back and under the safety of her covers.

Jungkook turned on his left side, his right palm resting flat against the softness of the bedsheets as he watched the trembling person in front of him. Her chin was directed slightly downwards, her gaze with it but she stayed facing him with her body which in the short history of their ‘relationship’ could be described as a big break. The shallow breaths escaping her parted lips led Jungkook to think she might want to speak but he wasn’t going to push her.

In Yn’s first weeks living with Jungkook, he researched far and wide for remedies for her suddenly developed mutism. He tried everything he could from trying to communicate with her through note-writing to praising her with gifts and kind words if she barely sighed especially loudly when he was talking to her. Nonetheless, nothing seemed to be working so now that she actually made contact with him, physical contact, he didn’t want to ruin it. And so he stayed still, breathing slowly and rhythmically, looking at her face but not her eyes, keeping his hands to himself, simply facing her.

Yn’s body turned as stiff as a rock as she watched the man before her turn around and lie down on his other side. She kept her eyes half-open looking down, afraid of what she’d do if their stares were to meet. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to achieve by touching him, it just seemed, for the lack of a better term, appropriate. Minutes later still hesitant about her decision she finally let her eyelids fall. The warm embrace of slumber wrapped around her mind leaving one softly whispered sentence to engrave into her slipping consciousness.

“If you won’t eat tomorrow I’ll have to make you, baby.”

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Remaining still was something Jungkook wasn’t too accustomed to. However, this morning he outdid himself. Since smacking his alarm off at seven o’clock and deciding to ignore going into the office today he stayed in bed in the same position, resting on his left side with his hands tucked under his cheek as he watched the woman in front of him dream the morning away.

Right as Yn finally fluttered her eyes open a couple of minutes after nine she was reminded of the things she did the night before and what they led to. She accidentally glanced over Jungkook’s face successfully averting her gaze downwards before it reached his dilated from excitement pupils. After that fiasco, she turned in her spot sitting up quickly. For a moment she remained in her spot, her feet pushing into the cold floorboards as her vision went dark from the rapid change of position. When she finally came to herself her attention went to the view outside the window.

“If I won’t eat he’ll make me,” she thought studying the movement of the dark clouds littering the greyish sky. “I hate him so much. I hate all of this.”

Wondering how she should go about the whole ordeal of breakfast Yn stayed seated, eyes glued to the thick glass separating her from the world she used to know, the person she used to be. After a couple of minutes of gathering both mental and physical strength, she finally stood up, slowly but surely making her way to the bedroom’s exit. She could feel the pressure of Jungkook’s stare on her as she moved across the room with a turtle-like speed, dragging her feet on the floor.

She felt ashamed of herself for breaking down. Deciding to try and live with this monster of a man instead of starving herself to death seemed like the worst of sins in her mind even if it was supposed to lead her to maybe, one day, escaping his grip. Weighing her very limited options she stopped in front of the big silver fridge in the open plan kitchen.

“No,” her inner voice pleaded, asking her to not break the deathly fast. “You’re so close,” she told herself as her hand rested against the cold metal of the fridge. “But I’m so hungry,” she cried in her mind. “I’m so weak and I’m so tired.”

The feeling of Yn’s stare on him this morning burned Jungkook’s skin like fire and he loved every second of it. However, watching her stand in the middle of the kitchen, possibly wondering whether she should eat or not, was something entirely different. His heart was pounding so loud and fast he wondered how she didn’t hear it as he stood just a couple of steps behind her. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on the cold metal of the refrigerator. A couple of hot tears fell down her cheeks as she kept her head hanging low. She let her hand slowly slide down from the door handle and onto the marble counter. Gliding her palm over it she walked to the sink and took out a clean glass to get some water.

Having turned around she was met with the sight of her perpetrator’s chest much too close to her liking. Unwilling to look up and meet his gaze she walked past him like a ghost. Jungkook breathed heavily and loudly, trying to calm down his racing heartbeat. Watching Yn first almost lay her eyes on him, then almost open the fridge only to finally go back to her old habits of seeming practically dead was more than a rollercoaster of emotions for the man. He followed her with his stare as she sat down the half-full glass on the coffee table, then she slowly slid down to her knees. She reached back for the cup and poured all its contents into the only plant pot in the apartment. Jungkook felt beside himself, seeing her trying so eagerly to keep alive a piece of greenery rather than herself. Next, she lifted herself up only to sink into the living room couch, curling her legs up to her chest.

“You’re hungry,” he stated sternly, resting his tightened fists on the kitchen counter. “Why won’t you just try and eat something?”

Overcome with frustration he just stared at her, hoping for something to happen and it did. Her breath suddenly became very shallow, her lower lip trembled as she opened her lips. A sorrowful sob filled the otherwise silent apartment. Yn’s body was shaking uncontrollably - she was crying out loud like she never did before, covering her mouth with both her hands in a futile attempt to calm herself down. Before she knew it Jungkook was at her side, engulfing her body in a tight warm embrace that she couldn’t break free from. He pressed her against himself despite her weak attempts at pushing away.

“I got you. It’s okay.”

The words fell from his lips without any hesitation. They carried so much sincerity to them. All he could do is hold her, hoping she felt the love in his voice and touch. But she didn’t.

The hysteric outburst cost Yn more than just her energy. After she stopped audibly sobbing Jungkook sat her up and forced her to look at him. Holding onto either side of her face he begged her to open her eyes with a panicked tone. Feeling extremely drained and vulnerable she followed his request with close to no objection. Staring into her glassy pupils he was certain she couldn’t see him through the falling tears but it didn’t matter. He had her attention and he had to make the best of it while it lasted.

“I know you’re sad and angry and scared,” as he listed the emotions coming to his mind Yn whined in deep distress, shutting her eyelids close for a long second. “I do, baby. And I understand,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. “I will do everything in my power to make you feel happy and fulfilled” -he inhaled sharply- “with me,” he promised her desperately. “I swear to you, Yn. There is nothing to be afraid of. I would never intentionally hurt you,” he shook his head, pushing her hair back before gliding the palm of his hand across one of her tear-stained cheeks. “All I do is love you.”

At the sound of his declaration, Yn couldn’t stop a loud sob from escaping her lips. She wondered how could this man, this monster, say he loved anyone. She moved slowly and shakily as she kept trying to push him away, whining and crying, pressing on his shoulders with all her will but even at her strongest she would have been far too weak to overpower him. With a wavering voice, Jungkook asked her to stop, stop crying, stop trying to get away but she didn’t. She couldn’t. The latter was an instinct of self-defence that she was unable to simply turn off at command.

“Please, Yn,” he whined as she kept pushing on his chest. “Please, stop.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so preoccupied with escaping the grasp of the man holding her so tight against his beating heart she would hear the tremble in his voice, the helplessness and sadness that filled it. Though dangerously close to a breaking point of his own, Jungkook’s embrace around her remained strong as he was holding onto his most important person, the most priced possession. He couldn’t let her go.

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