#obsessed reader

synopsis: your relationship with Michael Kaiser was complicated. you couldn’t proclaim he was yours, but it also felt wrong to call him just a friend. you wanted to take everything he gave, let it be crumbs or a buffet. you were obsessed—the sensation growing in the shadows of your psyche, until it was too much to bear and control. so, for the first time since he let you in his house to stay, you indulged in your fantasies, drinking his leftover bathtub water.

warnings: masturbating in the bathtub (kaiser), bathtub water drinking (you), sexual fantasies, obsession, self-awareness, just disturbing overall. inspired by Saltburn (movie)!!

you faced the ceiling, and the ceiling faced you, in a staring contest you had won just by having a pair of eyes. the bed underneath you was more comfortable than anything you’ve ever lain on, the ornate frame carved carefully, almost intimately, afraid of what could happen if it was anything less than perfection. everything in this mansion screamed of perfection, if you were to be honest. the housemaids dusted the shelves every few hours, the gardeners cut every stray leaf that went against the owner’s ideal, and the chefs cooked to the millimeter, treating asymmetry like a crime worth punishing. 

  you didn’t belong here. not in this mansion, and certainly not as a guest. but kaiser believed you were worthwhile. he kept you as a friend under the grandiose roof, even going as far as to shove you in the room next to his. the bathroom was the only thing keeping you two separate. you didn’t deserve this, but you had no say in it. when kaiser wants something, he goes to great lengths to achieve it. and right now, that achievement was keeping you here, with him. for whatever reason. 

  complaints never left your mouth. you were fine with his decision because it benefited you as much as it benefited him, if not more. this was a dream come true, to be so close to somebody you were practically obsessed with. the tips of your fingers trembled whenever he was near, wishing to disobey all logic and demand possession. every corner of his body to be used, touched, claimed, until nothing about him could ever be his. you didn’t, obviously. you were far too aware and ashamed of this fixation, and you knew better than to let it destroy the only good thing you had. thanks to him, you had a warm bed, fresh meals, and attention. and of all those things, you were mostly grateful for the last. 

  but shame could only go so far. 

  you broke eye contact with the ceiling when a small groan bounced off the walls of the bathroom next to you. your eyebrows furrowed, wondering if perhaps somebody had gotten hurt or if they needed help. so, like the good samaritan that you were, you stood up from the bed, the old wood of the floor creaking beneath your bare feet, and you stopped just before the door. it was left ajar from when you earlier used the bathroom. the light from the bathroom poured inside, and another groan could be heard. this one twisted into a small whine at the end, muffled by, what you believed, cupping the lower lip between teeth.

  your palm went flat against the door. you pushed it enough to peek inside. you saw a figure in the bathtub. your eyes widened slightly.

  it didn’t take a genius to register who it was, even if the person was facing away. the long strands of hair, dyed a blue so bright, it played as another source of light in the dim room, were eccentric enough to know who it belonged to. michael kaiser, the owner of the mansion—your best friend. one arm rested on the edge of the bathtub, the vines of his rose tattoo trailing along the muscles of his bicep and forearm, while the other was hidden underneath the layer of soap foam. it flexed, and clenched, the muscles of his shoulders twitching subtly. you leaned closer, hoping to see more.

  the position of the bathtub didn’t allow you, though. unless you were ready to damage a friendship of a few months for a glimpse at something that was hidden, regardless of the angle. but you could tell. you could tell he was pleasuring himself. the movement of his hand, raising and lowering around his shaft, the way he was biting his lip to muffle his sounds, to keep it to a bare minimum so as not to bother you. not that you were bothered. not that you could ever be.

  “scheiße…” he groaned, his head thrown back against the porcelain, giving you a glance at his features—eyebrows furrowed upward, eyes clenched tightly, the straight line of his nose looking rather lovely in the intimate light from the chandelier. your hand tightened instinctively against the doorframe. he looked close. so close, it probably hurt. 

  you imagined he was thinking about you while he was teetering on the verge of a powerful orgasm. you imagined it was your hand forcing those sounds out of his throat, your fingers pushing his mouth open while your grip around him tightened and tightened. you imagined staring at him when he came, brain too melted to care about looks. you imagined ruining him just with a few quick strokes, turning him into a pathetic, begging mess, as obsessed with your touch as you were obsessed with his everything. 

  kaiser bit his lip tighter now, not breathing as his movements turned erratic. then, when he was close enough, he opened his mouth, and let out a silent scream, followed by a few loud, indifferent gasps. he leaned forward, thighs trembling beneath the bath water and scent of roses, before snapping back against the edge of the bathtub. the gasps turned into heavy breathing, and then the heavy breathing evened. he looked at the water as he regained self-awareness. you tried to establish if he was regretting it—touching himself, ideally to the thought of you—but his face wasn’t giving away anything. no regret, no dismay, not even a sense of satisfaction, an air of enjoyment. 

  instead, he sat there for a few more seconds before stepping out and pulling the plug. as the water slowly swirled into the drain, he wrapped a towel around his hips—and gone, he was. you felt a sting in your heart at his absence, but it was quickly forgotten when your eyes trailed back to the bathtub.

  before you knew better, you stepped inside, your eyes not leaving the tub. in a flash of a few seconds, your mind working like a broken turntable, you were reliving the moments of his climax over and over. your hands trailed the remains of his warmth on the cold porcelain. you tasted the smell of his soap in the air. you visualized the look on his face if you stepped in, if you pushed his and your boundaries with just one move.

  soon enough, you were on your hands and knees in the tub. the foam parted against your panting, but the water continued to spiral into the drain. there wasn’t much of it anymore. almost none at all. and before the last drops could sink into the abyss, you tasted it. you stuck your tongue out and trailed it along the snake of water, cum, and soap. a shiver of disgust and mortification crawled down your spine. you wanted to gag—you demanded your body to gag, but it just wouldn’t listen. it felt like a wall had been placed between your brain and your heart. it was no longer listening to your consciousness, only the sick fantasies it had come up with within dreams and restless nights. even while sitting at the same table, you’d think of him in the most salacious positions. 

  he doesn’t deserve this—you told yourself as your tongue lapped against the bathtub water again. it scooped what it could, mixing it with your saliva, before swallowing it like a man dying of thirst. like he was the oasis at the base of a sand mountain, and you were crawling to it, trembling and needy, for a taste. you pressed your lips against the drain, breathing in the scent, slurping it with more intent. a newfound confidence struck you and, amid the voices of degradation—some yours, some his—you drank every drop. ran your tongue against the small holes of the drain, until what was once just bath water was now your saliva. 

  you could no longer hear your thoughts. just the relish of the leftover sweat from his earlier training, the salty subtleness of his load, the chemicals in his soap. you no longer told yourself how abhorrent your venture was; you no longer pitied him. now, you wanted more. much more than he would be willing to give. let him give you his finger, you’d take the whole hand. let him give you a word of praise, you’d beg for actions. 

  after what felt like hours, you leaned back and wiped the excess drool from your lips. the tub was squeaky clean. what was left of his bath was in the pits of your stomach. 

  and you felt satisfied, closer to him than you’ve ever been. you could now face the world without fear, face him without the guilt of your inflated fascination.

  you were a brand new person.

*This is a fan fiction. completely fictional. The behaviour of characters in this fiction is not something to emulate. You are responsible for your own consumption. Thank you.*

*This is original work. Do not copyright*

Pair: Yandere Taehyung × Obsessed Reader

Summary: You were obsessed freak for the new police officer in the town. Trying to get into his heart and pants both with your efforts. But when you give up on him, he comes again in your life and you were dumbfounded when you get to know that he isn't a normal police officer.

Warning: The behaviour of characters are not something to emulate. Reader isn't yandere just crazy for him, blood, reader cuts herself for show off, argument, appearance of choi Yeonjun.

Rainy season has touched South Korea, although many people hated rain Kim Taehyung was not one of them. And it was for variants of reasons.

One of those reasons being her. That woman.

He unintentionally looked at the door as if his eyes were waiting for her. The longing of seeing her was so much that he started hallucinating her standing at door, all drenched, her outfit clearly showing cleavage and her palm all bloody - wait! What?!.

Taehyung snapped out of his imagination while he saw you standing there in real. He quickly got up after he realised that you were crying for help. The junior officer, Choi Yeonjun who was standing beside can't help but cringe. You were coming into police station regularly since two weeks.

And even a blind person can figure out you were in love with officer Kim. He just saw you as a silly girl who was begging for attention. People will say he's too harsh but looking at you clinging on officer Kim like your life depends on it, he was sure.

Taehyung doesn't know what to do, you were crying - probably fake. He knows you by now. And complaining about some unknown person who harmed you. Him being a gentleman gave you a handkerchief and told you to sit on the other side to write a report. Thankfully Yeonjun was already out when hugged him.

He saw your obvious pout after pulling out of hug.

"So, did you see their faces?" Taehyung asked the question even after being sure that this was self harm.

"Won't you ask me how I am?!!" You asked in slight anger tone.

"My palm has been cut open!!" It was not that big but you wanted to see worry or love or whatever it is in his eyes.

Taehyung massaged his head, loudly breathing through his nose. He remembered the night he met you - some goons had attacked you. You were lucky that he was nearby. He fought with them in his regular black tshirt with leather jacket. It was raining so it went all slow motion for you. Your knight in shining armor was nothing less compared to heroes in films.

He lend you his jacket to make you feel more safe. And there were butterflies in your stomach as he made such move. You asked for cleaning his little wounds to touch him, feel his muscles and he thought you were just being kind.

After that night you visited the police station as he told you he works there. You brought him luxurious gifts just simply on the name of being saved. Only if he knew you already gone for him.

He thought it was cute. After that day, she seemed to be everywhere—offering him homemade cookies, dropping by the precinct with lunch, giving him luxurious gifts here and there even if he refused.

You were quite flirty as well but what began as harmless flirtation quickly escalated into something much more unnerving. Every day, you found new ways to insert yourself into his life.

Like - right now you were being pain in the ass. Solely focusing on does he care about her - not even caring about her wounds.

"You need to back off , YN!" Taehyung told you, his voice tight with frustration.

You were silenced by his serious tone.

“This isn’t cute anymore. It’s not a game. Stay away from me.”

But You weren't deterred.

“Taehyung, you don’t mean that,” you said as your voice soft and coaxing, as if you could soothe away his anger with just a few words. You reached out to touch his hand, but he jerked away, his patience at its breaking point.

You were upset not with him but with yourself. You being a rich brat was always given what you wanted. So you were determined to get him to love you.

But now you understood that love can't be forced even after trying so many times you failed to gain his love. You can't always win anything even with money sometimes.

You stood up and left the police station. Your hand was taken care by him while you were expressing your agony.

It's been awhile, taehyung hadn't seen you. Who was he kidding tho it was just second day of you not visiting him.

Taehyung couldn't believe you didn't come the other day after argument. He thought you will enter with your sunshine smile and homemade cookies in your hand, flirting with him by openly calling him baby and talking dirty just to make him blush.

On the first day of your disappearance, he was astonished not founding you by his office door with some notorious idea to see him but he became busy to stop the feeling, the feeling of loneliness. He was surrounded by people but at the same time he wasn't. It was like you had his identity, and that somehow made him happy.

The second day was normal for everyone but not Taehyung, not him.

At first, it was just a flicker of curiosity. He wondered where were you, what were you doing, why the heck you had finally listened to him. But as the day turned into night, that curiosity grew into something more—a strange, burning need to see you again.

The rain wasn't stopping and for the first time he felt like hating the rain for the first time. It can't be right?! He promised himself to be rain lover all his life.

He began to replay your encounters in his mind, each memory sharpened by the absence of your chaotic energy.

And then, the dreams started. Dreams where you was the one pulling away, where he was the one chasing you, begging for your attention. Each time he woke, his heart pounded in his chest, his sheets twisted and damp with sweat and maybe some white substance. He hated the way you had wormed your way into his thoughts, but he couldn’t stop it. The more he tried to push you away, the more you consumed him.

Soon, Taehyung found himself driving by your apartment, lingering outside the places you used to wait for him, hoping for a glimpse of the woman he had once been so desperate to escape.

The tables had turned, and now, it was Taehyung who was haunted by the obsession that had once belonged to her.

But except it wasn't just a normal obsession, it was intense. Seems like you didn't know about officer Kim Taehyung at all.

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Falling for you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. You never really seemed to notice me, until you did. And somehow, you became more than an obsession. I wish I could describe what I feel for you, but I can’t. I don’t want my words to cheapen it, to make it sound like something ordinary.

I’ve never struggled to say what’s on my mind before. Yet whenever it comes to you, I’m left speechless. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it isn’t. I’m a killer, and somehow you stand beside one without hesitation.

This isn’t The Joker, Harley Quinn and Batman. It isn’t Romeo and Juliet. It’s something far more dangerous. You bring me to my knees. You’re a dream I’ll probably never wake from. So I’ll keep living in it, just to see you.

Because… I love you. ζ͜͡𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙

Sanji x Obsessed!Reader

Wrote this to Can't Wait by Doja Cat...uhhhhhh yeah. I wanted the reader to be like unhealthily obsessed but also tries not to show it? Idk, I hope yall enjoy!

Warnings: language? some yandere-ish themes, reader is...yeah

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Above it all was him, the pedestal you had subconsciously placed him upon growing higher the more you interacted. You sop up every ounce of attention he gives, letting it seep into your bloodstream, and sink into every vein and artery. Any and every chance you got to at least be by his side was a gift in your eyes.

He never minded you watching him, eyes focused, pupils blown wide. Had he not known he was the object of your obsess- affection? You were no saint, doing any and everything in your power to keep him away from anyone but you. Take up his time in hopes you'd fill his every waking thought like he had done you.

You sit on the countertop, far enough to not disturb him, but close enough to hold a conversation...to hold eye contact. From here all that matters is him. The way he moved so quickly yet precisely with the ingredients he used.

How he ever so often rolls his piercing between his teeth and lips. How he takes one to two seconds to brush his hair from his face, only for it to fall in the same spot again. Perfect. He was so perfect.

"Will you try this for me, love?" He asks with that boyish smile that always makes your heart swell.

It's moments like those you forever hold close to your sinister and obsessed heart. He tilts your head back and lets the spoon slide past your lips, the contact making you seize up in the best way possible. Everything about him was amazing.

The way those pretty blue eyes pierce yours from any sign of disgust. He knows it will never come. The way his lips slightly parted awaiting your thoughts and opinions.

You hum and smile, licking your lips, staring into his eyes, analyzing and picking him apart. He doesn't know that despite his food being amazing every single time, to you, he is the most rewarding meal you ever had.

"Amazing as usual." You speak, tone lovestruck and he can feel it. It makes his chests well but he pushes it aside.

He only smiles, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. You can't help but feel your stomach knot itself at the action. Your brain is filled with pleasure and his name. Why won't he give in, why won't he let himself love you, let himself be adored by you?

You swallow down any thought that may slip past your lips in the form of a confession. He loves you, doesn't he? He wouldn't have touched you like he did and does if he didn't. He wants you, he needs you. Right?

Even though your delusions were becoming harder to tell apart from reality one thing was certain. Your spot would always be right next to him,

It was yet another game of cat and mouse. You and the droid army had managed to push General Kenobi and his troops into the woods as they scrambled to take cover among the trees.

You grinned.

Oh, how you loved this part.

Walking deliberately slowly, lightsaber ignited by your side, you felt like a predator waiting on its prey, waiting to pounce.

In the distance you could hear the sound of blaster fire and the shouts of both droids and clones. You paid them no mind. You only had one thought engulfing your entire being. One Jedi...

"Kenobi..." you whispered softly.

The snap of a branch behind you.

The deranged smile on your face when you whipped around, your eyes darting in search of the familiar robe-clad figure, was frankly terrifying. You inhaled deeply. You could smell him.

Eyes blown wide with excitement, you began lurking towards the sound, weaving your way through every tree.

It was silent, apart from the hum of your lightsaber and your own deep breathing. The things he does to you - even when he's not there. All those sleepless nights, wishing your fingers were his own...it was never enough. You needed more than a thought. More than a memory.

"Kenobi," you called again, louder.

You giggled, putting a spring in your step as you continued your search. He was close.

"Obi-Wan?" you sang sweetly. The sound of his name from your lips felt like honey. Warm, gooey honey falling from your mouth.

The whirring of a lightsaber coming to life.

You turned, slowly. There he is.

"There's my little Jedi!" The maniacal smirk on your face was more than enough to put him on edge. He shifted under your gaze but his eyes remained determined.

You loved that look. You were about to have some fun.

He moved to a fighting stance, wordlessly. His eyes narrowed.

You cocked your head.

He pounced.

Now this was new. He never initiated. It was you who always took the lead. Honestly the change in behaviour excited you…

hold on a second-

Not a single witty remark before your fight? Where was the foreplay?!

You pouted as you parried his strike. The red hue of your lightsaber and the blue of his merged, casting a purple glow across his beautiful face. You force-pushed him away before you got lost in the sight. He was truly intoxicating.

"Come now, Kenobi," you said, running madly towards him, your lightsaber raised high, ready to strike him down. "Whatever is the matter with you?"

He blocked the attack, of course. He was so strong. You loved that about him.

"Perhaps the fact that you and your Separatist friends just destroyed an entire city. Tell me, how many lives must you take until you're satisfied?" His voice was spilling with emotion before he charged at you.

You rolled your eyes as you easily blocked again, kicking him onto the dirt with the heel of your boot.

He was in one of those moods. Of course he was. But even when he sounded so pathetic, it only made you want him more.

"Oh, darling," you purred, your hand extended out in front of you, pinning him to the ground with the force. "If I had known killing all those people would get you so worked up like this, I would've done it ages ago."

He tried to knock you off your feet by sweeping at your legs, but you had already pounced, straddling him and twisting the hand that he held his lightsaber in, until he was forced to let it go with a grunt.

You brought your own lightsaber to his neck, the proximity to the heat causing sweat to drip down his forehead.

You brought your face down to his and grinned. "Gotcha,"

You observed him silently for a moment, staring into his wide eyes. So pretty.

He struggled against you but it was useless.

You had him. And you were loving every second. The way he was writhing against you in a desperate attempt of escape made your head swim.

You bit your lip at him, not bothering to hide your smile. "So eager to leave already?"

He finally noticed the way you were looking down at him. He parted his lips to respond but you couldn't take anymore, You pushed yourself forward and claimed his lips with yours.

He was frozen at first, and you felt his whole body tense beneath you.

Then you tossed your own lightsaber off to the side somewhere and slid one hand around his neck and placed the other firmly against his chest. You felt him start to kiss back and it was electric.

The warmth of his body against yours made you moan shamelessly into his mouth. 

Finally. You had him. You had him and you were never letting go. 

You continued to move your mouth against his, your lungs were burning for breath but you'd rather go cold and lifeless than take your mouth off of his.

The feeling of his hand hesitantly place itself on your lower back made you smirk against his lips. You grabbed it off of you and squeezed it tightly.

You opened your eyes to see his looking at you, his face flushed red. But then, you moved his hand down to your ass and placed it there firmly and he had to look away in embarrassment. You weren't having that.

The hand you had around his neck tightened until he choked and you grinned, eyes blown wide at the sight.

You were completely and utterly drunk on him. Your mind was running wild, playing fantasy after fantasy of things you were going to do to him.

But then it all crashed as he suddenly jerked his knee into your stomach.

You felt the air knock out of you as he threw you down onto the floor and rolled on top of you, calling his lightsaber to his hand and bringing it to your neck.

You were about to chastise him for his naughty behaviour but the sight in front of you made your mouth fall open. 

He sat on top of you, breathing heavily, lips parted in exhaustion. The light of his saber illuminated his face in the most perfect way- you could see beads of sweat running down his face and a lock of his hair had fallen in front of his eyes.

Fuck.

You had never been so turned on in your life.

All you could do was watch as he pulled a comlink from his pocket and brought it to his lips. His lips- they still glistened with your saliva.

"Cody?" He somehow managed to keep his voice strong and clear. As if he hadn't been necking with a sith two seconds ago. "I'm going to need backup. I've got her."

He looked directly into your eyes as he said this.

You couldn't help but grin like a Cheshire cat. "Yeah you do,"

You knew his Commander heard you. Obi-Wan looked down at you reprimandingly and hung up. You blinked up at him innocently. He sighed and put away the comlink.

There was silence before you huffed.

"If we're not gonna fuck, then I have to go."

Obi-Wan raised a brow at you. "How exactly do you plan on that, my dear?"

He shook the lightsaber he held at your neck to emphasise his point.

Smug bastard.

You loved him though. You'd make him yours, just not today.

You grinned, bringing your wrist panel up to your mouth.

"Fire,"

His eyes widened and as if on queue, blaster fire began to rain down on you from above.

With Obi-Wan distracted, you managed to throw him off you and summon your lightsaber back to your hand. Your battle ship lowered down and you jumped on, waving at Obi Wan as it ascended.

"Until next time darling. I'll be counting the minutes," you called, watching as he looked up at you until you disappeared into the clouds.

Yes, you were looking forward to next time.

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