darkcherry6916

[darkcherry6916]

THE GREEN EYED MONSTER — bruce wayne

MDNI ┆warnings: smut. jealous bruce

BRUCE WAYNE didn’t think of himself as a jealous man. jealousy was irrational, unproductive—a crack in control, and control was the very foundation of who he was.

“h-aah—bruce,” you arched beneath him, hands scrambled for purchase, one curling into the damp hair at the nape of his neck while the other clutched at his shoulder. his thoughts churned even as his body stayed attuned to yours. “bruce,” you whimpered again, half a plea, half surrender.

bruce’s mind stuttered, unbidden thoughts clawing their way back. that investor at the gala—what was his last name? langley? no, it was something else. didn’t matter. bruce could recall the man’s face with infuriating clarity.

but what burned brightest was the handshake: his hand lingering in yours just a beat too long, bordering on intimate. the subtle breach of etiquette set bruce on edge. then the man leaned in, voice dipping low as he murmured something meant only for you, the words drowned out by the clinking of champagne glasses and soft murmur of the crowd. your laugh had followed—light, polite, the same one you’d offered to so many others that evening. you’d likely forgotten the exchange entirely. just you being you—sweet, approachable. but the rasp of the man’s smoker’s laugh lingered in bruce’s memory, coarse and unwelcome, grating against his nerves like sandpaper.

muscles drawn taut, his hips moved on their own accord, driven by a dangerous mélange of frustration and lust. the next thrust was rougher than intended, forceful in a way that bordered on needy, and it stole a sharp gasp from your lips. you arched against him, body yielding with desperate eagerness that sent a shiver of triumph through him.

“nnngh–hah-”

could he make you sound like this? bruce wondered, his jaw tightening as his mind darkened. could he make you dig your nails into his back like this, leave those fleeting little crescent-shaped reminders?

his pace slowed, the haze of primal lust lifting as rationality began to reclaim its hold. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes shutting briefly before reopening. bruce tilted his head slightly, seeking your gaze. your pupils were blown wide, kiss-bitten lips swollen and parted, breasts heaving with every laboured breath. you didn’t seem to mind the newfound edge in him; if anything, it appeared that you enjoyed it.

could he make you shiver like this? could he have you matching his every thrust, cumming so many times but still craving more, your body pliant yet demanding?

“f-fuck,” he ground out, his sweat-damp forehead falling against your shoulder as he drove himself closer, deeper. until bursts of white danced at the edges of your vision, every nerve-end alight.

could he-

drunkenly, you reached for him, fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging just enough to coax a guttural groan from his throat. that simple action unraveled his jealousy, scattering it like ash on the wind. his mind snapped the answer into place with startling finality.

no, bruce decided. he couldn’t.

your head tilted back to fall on the pillow as he dipped his head, warm lips found the edge of your jaw, trailing up as he sought the delicate curve of your ear. you felt his teeth grazed your earlobe—a soft, teasing nibble. a sound escaped you, high and needy, and it must’ve sparked something in bruce because another thrust that made your toes curl in welcome to the glorious stretch of his cock.

eyelids fluttering open, you glanced up at bruce, the faint glow of the room casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face. his brows furrowed in concentration, hair curling damply against his temple, and above you, he looked godly—untouchable, yet entirely yours. you barely had time to drink in the sight of your lover before he tilted your chin toward him, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that stole your breath and any lingering coherent thought. there was a brief clash of teeth before it softened into the warm yet insistent press of his lips, the demanding slide of his tongue as though he had something to prove—not to you, but to himself.

he reared back before snapping his hips forward again, earning another stretched moan from your lips as you felt him nudge against your cervix. once more, his name slipped from your mouth in the form of a broken whine when he broke the kiss, dark gaze smouldering as he studied your face—drinking in every detail like a man starved, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a satisfied smirk.

you clenched around him, felt that pulsating warmth through the thin veil of slick and sweat. it wouldn’t take long for you to fall apart once again, not with the multiple orgasms he had bestowed upon you earlier and the frantic pace he was moving now. bruce drove into you one last time with a strained grunt, sheathing himself to the hilt.

you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your climax began or where his met yours—all you knew was the overwhelming surge that overtook you both, cresting like a tidal wave. your vision blurred, edges dissolving into brilliant white, and a broken cry slipped from your lips as your body trembled uncontrollably. your fingers clenched, digging into his shoulders, while your muscles turned molten, leaving you boneless and weightless, as if you were melting into him. the low, guttural sound he let out against your neck sent another shiver through you, tethering you to the shared euphoria that left nothing untouched.

the vice-like grip on your hips slackened, and you could feel his cock continuing to twitch and spasm as he thrust lazily inside you, grinding his cum as deep as it could go.

he should’ve felt satisfied, but instead, there was something else—a knot still twisting low in his chest. his jealousy had burned out, but in its place was something else, that made his heart ache.

“did i hurt you?”

“no. you were…” you paused, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his forearm. “perfect.”

a faint exhale left him, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. bruce pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than he usually did.

could anyone else make you look like that?

he didn’t have to ask himself. he already knew the answer.

[darkcherry6916]

H...E...L...P!!! 😭😭

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere Fem!vampire x fem reader

Tw: NSFW!manipulation,gaslighting,dub-con, mind-comtrol,blood, mild mention of alcohol, borderline "pet" play (but not really),and absolutely a toxic relationship

Vaguely inspired by this post made by @eldritchpotato

If you like women who could split a city with their thighs , you've come to the right place

YandereVampire- Who was by far the scariest woman you had ever laid eyes on ; the embodiment of a 'thin veil between fear and desire'

She was a regular at the bar you worked in. A sight to see every night with her cherry lips , broad shoulders, and hands that looked ready to squeeze someone dead.

YandereVampire-Who kept her eyes on you from across the bar, following you with a piercing glare.You attempted to keep your composure, silencing whatever brain critters itched you to look at her.

YandereVampire-Who crushed men's egos for fun with her freckled arms and bulging biceps.

YandereVampire-Who had stayed till closing hours on purpose , caging you with her perseverance.

YandereVampire- Who had never spoken to you till tonight , usually exchanging chatter with one of the servers instead.

A confident request leaving her lips in a chirp "A bloody vodka, extra 'blood' "

YandereVampire- Who has the most intense yet beautiful eyes you have ever seen , a mix of gold and brown rust clashing together in the harmony of her irises.

YandereVampire- Who down's her drink in a mean gulp , setting down the glass with an ironic delicacy

YandereVampire-Who watches you stumble with a bottle , tripping on your own feet until it lands you on the counter with a bust. Broken glass everywhere and your blood dripping onto the bar in striped drips

YandereVampire- Who gulps at the sight, staring at your pained expression and the flush at your cheeks.

YandereVampire-Who reaches for your hand , engulfing her large palm around your own to pull you forward

YandereVampire-Who makes you stiffen at her touch , your soul threatening to exit your body in embarrassment once her tongue met your bloody fingers.

YandereVampire- Who watched you panic for lingering eyes but knew that aside from the two of you. There were only a couple of mindless drunks who wouldn't remember a thing by time the sun-rised.

YandereVampire- Who fiddled with your fingers tenderly , licking around the cuts with a tender suckle. Her eyes morphed into a stranger color as they looked into yours. A invisible force keeping you firmly planted to the floor.

YandereVampire- Who threw you a playful wink , sucking the remains and releasing them with an audible 'flwop'. Only to reveal that,the cuts that once tore your skin were completely gone.

YandereVampire- Who licked her lips in an unvoiced good-bye, leaving you breathless and flustered with the courtesy of a hefty tip

YandereVampire- Who you slowly started talking to every day , her deep gaze peeling your elaborate layers like scissors to paper. Her rich Spanish accent floating around you with a casual "Hey , there pet."

It was a jittery nickname , one she gave you at your contemplating compliance.

Was it lust or fear ?

YandereVampire-Who finally opened up to you about her abilities,not all, but kept her history and the origin of her mysterious existence locked in tight. She always avoided the topic when you asked , marking it as a 'pity story' and times not worth remembering. You didn't press her , basking in her company and the mundane beauty of her presence.

YandereVampire-Whose bed you ended up on one foggy night, knees to your chest and a hand gnawing at the sheets in pleasure. Her rough fingers fucking themselves in and out of your pussy at a speed not humanly achievable.

YandereVampire-Who eats pussy like a starving mad-man , her tongue on a mission to reach for places your own fingers couldn't possibly manage. Who liked to moan into your cunt , lifting her blood-draining gaze to watch as you tremble and squirm under her expert tongue.

YandereVampire- Who uses her ability to pin you down , much like she did the first time at the bar ; she didn't use it often , but she couldn't have you panicking. However, instead of keeping your feet in place , it held your head down,arms tucked bacwards, and ass in the air with your back, practically making a polished "C." Her fingers knuckle deep inside , head tilted next to your ear in teasing coes.

"Be a good pet and keep still, m'yeah."

YandereVampire- Who refers to you as pet , but knows deep down you're much more than that. Refusing to directly drink from you out of caution, soliciting your touch, keeping you close and held at night even though she doesn't need sleep (though she spends the majority of it watching you rest, and nestle into her embrace.)

YandereVampire-Who is there whenever and every single time you need her. Another clumsy injury ? she's there to lick it all better with her magical tongue. A man at the bar harassing you ? Don't worry 'your pretty little head about it,' she tells you, and you don't ,knowing that she always takes care of it.

YandereVampire- Who makes people disappear, simple and done. You don't often question it, at first, but after a while your pumping heart and wandering mind peak from the dark in judgment. Asking and throwing anxious questions on why exactly anytime you open your mouth to complain. The very next day , that person has basically evaporated to distant clouds.

You can no longer turn blinds eye and get wary. Although when you question it, there's no true response. YandereVampire, who solves it with a smile ,a kiss on your forehead and a whisper at your ear , suddenly It all feels better.Like the anxiety latching onto your heart was replaced with a warm pillow.

YandereVampire- Who you could never stay mad at , every time you would even attempt it , a touch or a few words had you back to a contempt state. Sometimes, if you focused hard enough , you could hear a bubble of ancient words unraveling around as she did. She always joked it was the scent of alcohol and musky men getting to you , and you always chuckled, telling her she was probably right with a caged sixth sense that she wasn't.

YandereVampire-Who keeps you nice and dazed with her touch.Could be as simple as a trace of her patchy fingers against your soft skin or a long savory lap at your clit. Both have you completely limp , craving it at a rate that just couldn't be normal

It soon clicks in your head that something is certainly wrong. Nothing around you was normal after she came into your life. She had absorbed the entirety of it , you spent more time between her velvet sheets then at work at this point , and it was begging to feel imprisoning

You nervously bring it up to her after a good night together. Your head planted on her bare chest while her sharp nails make circles around your back. "I was thinking , maybe I should..y'know. Sleep at my place tonight?"YandereVampire, who tensed at your nudging , putting your body in a grasp that had the once warm pillow engulfing your heart, turn into a bolling cloud.

YandereVampire- Who snaked her fingers under your jaw , forcing your dilating gaze to her own? "Why would you wanna do that ? there's no better place thmn here.'With me." And just like that, her poisoned whispers entered,"it's warm,safe,-comforting and yours ;and yours alone."

YandereVampire-Who kept her nails trailing at your back, with an uncanny intensity. Not that you would notice ,not when the boiling cloud had turned back to the warm pillow you loved , it just needed a little fixing.

YandereVampire-Who slowly trapped you in a cage , not the dark dusted kind but a glass cage , with sunshine, birds , and wind all outside mocking at you while you attempted an out. But just like before , anytime a protest left your lips , a new careful whisper entered your ear. Setting you back at peace,in fact,you were so peaceful that work hadn't seen you in months , and apparently, it didn't have to. Because according to your fanged lover , you had quit a few months back,a thing you didn't have a single recollection of doing.

Just like every night after a day of books,tea,snacks, and nothing else. You crawled into bed with her , allowing the fingers that used to only lick you tenderly completely swallow you , closing your eyes in hopes one day they spat you back out.

YandereVampire-Who whispered into your hair while you slept , plastering your forming cracks with bloody mud.

And you who let her , hanging onto that warm pillow and the little sunshine that mellowed around the glass cage.

You were hers now, obedient and tamed

A pet

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere Fem!vampire x fem reader

Tw: NSFW!manipulation,gaslighting,dub-con, mind-comtrol,blood, mild mention of alcohol, borderline "pet" play (but not really),and absolutely a toxic relationship

Vaguely inspired by this post made by @eldritchpotato

If you like women who could split a city with their thighs , you've come to the right place

YandereVampire- Who was by far the scariest woman you had ever laid eyes on ; the embodiment of a 'thin veil between fear and desire'

She was a regular at the bar you worked in. A sight to see every night with her cherry lips , broad shoulders, and hands that looked ready to squeeze someone dead.

YandereVampire-Who kept her eyes on you from across the bar, following you with a piercing glare.You attempted to keep your composure, silencing whatever brain critters itched you to look at her.

YandereVampire-Who crushed men's egos for fun with her freckled arms and bulging biceps.

YandereVampire-Who had stayed till closing hours on purpose , caging you with her perseverance.

YandereVampire- Who had never spoken to you till tonight , usually exchanging chatter with one of the servers instead.

A confident request leaving her lips in a chirp "A bloody vodka, extra 'blood' "

YandereVampire- Who has the most intense yet beautiful eyes you have ever seen , a mix of gold and brown rust clashing together in the harmony of her irises.

YandereVampire- Who down's her drink in a mean gulp , setting down the glass with an ironic delicacy

YandereVampire-Who watches you stumble with a bottle , tripping on your own feet until it lands you on the counter with a bust. Broken glass everywhere and your blood dripping onto the bar in striped drips

YandereVampire- Who gulps at the sight, staring at your pained expression and the flush at your cheeks.

YandereVampire-Who reaches for your hand , engulfing her large palm around your own to pull you forward

YandereVampire-Who makes you stiffen at her touch , your soul threatening to exit your body in embarrassment once her tongue met your bloody fingers.

YandereVampire- Who watched you panic for lingering eyes but knew that aside from the two of you. There were only a couple of mindless drunks who wouldn't remember a thing by time the sun-rised.

YandereVampire- Who fiddled with your fingers tenderly , licking around the cuts with a tender suckle. Her eyes morphed into a stranger color as they looked into yours. A invisible force keeping you firmly planted to the floor.

YandereVampire- Who threw you a playful wink , sucking the remains and releasing them with an audible 'flwop'. Only to reveal that,the cuts that once tore your skin were completely gone.

YandereVampire- Who licked her lips in an unvoiced good-bye, leaving you breathless and flustered with the courtesy of a hefty tip

YandereVampire- Who you slowly started talking to every day , her deep gaze peeling your elaborate layers like scissors to paper. Her rich Spanish accent floating around you with a casual "Hey , there pet."

It was a jittery nickname , one she gave you at your contemplating compliance.

Was it lust or fear ?

YandereVampire-Who finally opened up to you about her abilities,not all, but kept her history and the origin of her mysterious existence locked in tight. She always avoided the topic when you asked , marking it as a 'pity story' and times not worth remembering. You didn't press her , basking in her company and the mundane beauty of her presence.

YandereVampire-Whose bed you ended up on one foggy night, knees to your chest and a hand gnawing at the sheets in pleasure. Her rough fingers fucking themselves in and out of your pussy at a speed not humanly achievable.

YandereVampire-Who eats pussy like a starving mad-man , her tongue on a mission to reach for places your own fingers couldn't possibly manage. Who liked to moan into your cunt , lifting her blood-draining gaze to watch as you tremble and squirm under her expert tongue.

YandereVampire- Who uses her ability to pin you down , much like she did the first time at the bar ; she didn't use it often , but she couldn't have you panicking. However, instead of keeping your feet in place , it held your head down,arms tucked bacwards, and ass in the air with your back, practically making a polished "C." Her fingers knuckle deep inside , head tilted next to your ear in teasing coes.

"Be a good pet and keep still, m'yeah."

YandereVampire- Who refers to you as pet , but knows deep down you're much more than that. Refusing to directly drink from you out of caution, soliciting your touch, keeping you close and held at night even though she doesn't need sleep (though she spends the majority of it watching you rest, and nestle into her embrace.)

YandereVampire-Who is there whenever and every single time you need her. Another clumsy injury ? she's there to lick it all better with her magical tongue. A man at the bar harassing you ? Don't worry 'your pretty little head about it,' she tells you, and you don't ,knowing that she always takes care of it.

YandereVampire- Who makes people disappear, simple and done. You don't often question it, at first, but after a while your pumping heart and wandering mind peak from the dark in judgment. Asking and throwing anxious questions on why exactly anytime you open your mouth to complain. The very next day , that person has basically evaporated to distant clouds.

You can no longer turn blinds eye and get wary. Although when you question it, there's no true response. YandereVampire, who solves it with a smile ,a kiss on your forehead and a whisper at your ear , suddenly It all feels better.Like the anxiety latching onto your heart was replaced with a warm pillow.

YandereVampire- Who you could never stay mad at , every time you would even attempt it , a touch or a few words had you back to a contempt state. Sometimes, if you focused hard enough , you could hear a bubble of ancient words unraveling around as she did. She always joked it was the scent of alcohol and musky men getting to you , and you always chuckled, telling her she was probably right with a caged sixth sense that she wasn't.

YandereVampire-Who keeps you nice and dazed with her touch.Could be as simple as a trace of her patchy fingers against your soft skin or a long savory lap at your clit. Both have you completely limp , craving it at a rate that just couldn't be normal

It soon clicks in your head that something is certainly wrong. Nothing around you was normal after she came into your life. She had absorbed the entirety of it , you spent more time between her velvet sheets then at work at this point , and it was begging to feel imprisoning

You nervously bring it up to her after a good night together. Your head planted on her bare chest while her sharp nails make circles around your back. "I was thinking , maybe I should..y'know. Sleep at my place tonight?"YandereVampire, who tensed at your nudging , putting your body in a grasp that had the once warm pillow engulfing your heart, turn into a bolling cloud.

YandereVampire- Who snaked her fingers under your jaw , forcing your dilating gaze to her own? "Why would you wanna do that ? there's no better place thmn here.'With me." And just like that, her poisoned whispers entered,"it's warm,safe,-comforting and yours ;and yours alone."

YandereVampire-Who kept her nails trailing at your back, with an uncanny intensity. Not that you would notice ,not when the boiling cloud had turned back to the warm pillow you loved , it just needed a little fixing.

YandereVampire-Who slowly trapped you in a cage , not the dark dusted kind but a glass cage , with sunshine, birds , and wind all outside mocking at you while you attempted an out. But just like before , anytime a protest left your lips , a new careful whisper entered your ear. Setting you back at peace,in fact,you were so peaceful that work hadn't seen you in months , and apparently, it didn't have to. Because according to your fanged lover , you had quit a few months back,a thing you didn't have a single recollection of doing.

Just like every night after a day of books,tea,snacks, and nothing else. You crawled into bed with her , allowing the fingers that used to only lick you tenderly completely swallow you , closing your eyes in hopes one day they spat you back out.

YandereVampire-Who whispered into your hair while you slept , plastering your forming cracks with bloody mud.

And you who let her , hanging onto that warm pillow and the little sunshine that mellowed around the glass cage.

You were hers now, obedient and tamed

A pet

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere serial killer x fem!reader

For those who like the kind of men that deserve to be punching bags

TW: NSFW ,stalking , mild knife play, degradation, mentions of murder, drugging , kidnapping and everything "nice"

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was patrolling for his next victim, ready to see the life drain from another pair of teary eyes.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who is handsome, notably covered in lean muscle, a stance that exceeded confidence and a face surely sculpted by god himself. He wasn't just looks , and he knew it. He enjoyed old english literature, he ran and hiked religiously, he pre-planned and cooked all his meals,and he listened ; far too well at times.Smart too.Top of his class in college and a proud valedictorian in high school. A total fucking steal , with a charm that knew how to get under thick layers.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who had no reason to kill just entertainment and a hunger for cruelty. Who wouldn't be seen pleading for his life if he ever got caught , he found those who did pathetic. Why apologize for putting art into the world ? That's what he considered himself , an artist of sorts.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew in an instant you would be his next doll. An ordinary girl with a seemingly boring life who fit right in with the crowd. As far as ancient tales go, things that blend in are not easily traced when gone.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who followed you home every day , your day to day routine proving him right. You were worthless , another little ant trying to find a treasure to feed on. One that would never come , your life was in his hands ,and he planned to toy with it.

Yandere-Serialkiller-Who officially met you at the grocery store, in the middle of your shift , politely picking up a product you had dropped ; ensuring your fingers brushed together as he handed it to you.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who hit you with one of his infamous body melting smiles, as he spoke of a "you're welcome" to your timid 'thank you'. Slyly, looking you up and down, admiring the way your figure so shamelessly called for him "So what's your name, clumsy girl."

Even the way he mocked you was tentative , the silly pet name crawling at you

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew exactly what he was doing with his 'mr nice guy' act. Who raised his eyebrow at your quick, "I'm very particular about giving my name to strangers." Of course, you were only half-joking , but he was quick to retaliate.

"Dont be so cruel, we can always change that."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who already knew your full name , your address, and your number. But still asked for it with a candid glimmer in his eyes and that virile tone of his.

"I'm on the hour," you said, a smile of your own plastered on your lips. "Lucky for you , i'm no snitch." his voice low and coated with rotten honey as he stepped closer.

How could you resist ? His charm being beyond slippery wasn't a joke , it was intelligent and played extra well with the stroking rasp in his voice.The kind most fantasized about groaning at their ear.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who only let two days pass before he was asking you on a date. Telling you he was willing to plan around your heavy work schedule.

You were ecstatic , so excited at the fact someone had finally taken interest in you.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who thought you looked so good in your dress,a complete contrast to your bland uniform. Who felt the tiniest pinch at his heart , at just how happy you looked , how desperate were you really ?

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who acted like a true gentle man.Opening the car door , pulling out a chair for you , asking you all the right questions and giving all the right answers.The list went on ,he was doing a exemplary job at getting on your 'take home list' , what you didn't know is that he would be the last on the list.

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who captured you with his lips , inhaling you in as you attempted to open your apartment door. Who wrapped your legs around him , his fingers at the back of your scalp tugging you closer. Noses all smushed together in passion having a make-out of their own; tongues greeting each other in cold lust.

He was devouring you , clouding your senses like the predator he is.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who fucked you so good that you were seeing the moon and the stars , his fat cockhead hitting that spot you liked in a way that had your body churning.Slamming himself in and out with a precision that felt criminal.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was now plunging into you like no one had before, his large hand around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His hips meeting your ass with a vicious tempo "Holy fuck, you and this pussy." He groaned next to your ear, taking in the feeling of your pussy dripping down his balls. He had you exactly how he wanted you fucked out, crying, and clueless.

"It might just save you." He cooed with not a ounce care if you heard , but his inching threat was easily muffled by the sounds of your pleasured moans.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who essentially fucked you to sleep , kissing your forehead like the sadistic fuck wasn't planning to cut you open in a few minutes .

"It's a shame, what I have to do now." He whispered into your skin, a teasing pout at his full lips. Truly it was , you were pretty and a great fuck.But he had the ability , to make you would look so much prettier , adorned with white ribbon around your sliced limbs.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who let you sleep just a little longer than the others . Watching the way your chest lifted and caved with every breath. It made him wonder , if you were worth conserving not wanting to drain the color from your rosy face just yet.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who woke you up with gentle taps on your cheek.Whatever was touching your face was cold and flat. You who greeted him with a smile as you began to stiffen from limb to limb.The flashing memory of his lips against yours and his cock assaulting your g-spot putting a grin on your face.

That glint in your eyes, turning into one of absolute horror.Your grin wiping off clean , at the realization.-You weren't in your bed anymore , nor did you recognize where you were. Your memory now turned hasty, and the ache in your limbs conciously apparant, you couldn't move-why couldn't you move.

" Finally, you're awake , I missed those gorgeous eyes."

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who made you watch as he prepped his tools , doing it slowly just to watch the panic rise across your pained features "Whats wrong , baby? Thought you liked surprises."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was ready to cut you open , and peak inside. Inching towards your face only to lick the tears off your face with a delighted hum.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who watched you tremble and sob. Your eyes following the blade, which surfaced your skin like sharpened feather , getting steeper and steeper. The blade was threatening to bite, and pretty soon, it would.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who just couldn't bring himself to slit your throat without a last-goodbye, your soft cries making his dick hard all over gain.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who untied you after a mental discussion with what he referred to as his other self. A self that was passive and tranquil for the most part , the self that decided he would spare you from his blade, only to settle on using you. He was a self-ish being with no guilt factor ; the best of both worlds.

After all , you did give some killer blow jobs

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who threw you off the table onto the floor with a single shove.The tranquilizer he had injected you with while fucking you from the back ,was doing its job exceptionally well. You couldn't move ,especially not when fear was consuming you , striking you nerve to nerve like a rabid animal.

"Let me make you a deal , suck my cock good enough, and maybe-just maybe I'll let you go"

Newflash, he was bluffing big time , worst part you knew it. But just like he had asked , with limp muscles and fat tears.You parted your lips, letting him slide himself past them with ease . His muscular thighs serving as your support and your demise.

"There you go , like a true slut."

Who knows perhaps he could keep you instead ,he never had a pet growing up.They had the tendency to mysteriously go missing.

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere serial killer x fem!reader

For those who like the kind of men that deserve to be punching bags

TW: NSFW ,stalking , mild knife play, degradation, mentions of murder, drugging , kidnapping and everything "nice"

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was patrolling for his next victim, ready to see the life drain from another pair of teary eyes.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who is handsome, notably covered in lean muscle, a stance coated in exceeded confidence and a face surely sculpted by the virtue of god himself. He wasn't just looks, and he knew it. He enjoyed old english literature, he ran and hiked religiously, he pre-planned and cooked all his meals, and he listened; far too well at times.Smart, too. Top of his class in college and a proud valedictorian in high school. A total fucking steal, with a charm that knew how to get under thick layers.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who had no reason to kill just entertainment and a hunger for cruelty. Who wouldn't be seen pleading for his life if he ever got caught, he found those who did pathetic. Why apologize for putting art into the world ? That's what he considered himself, an artist of sorts.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew in an instant you would be his next doll. An ordinary girl with a seemingly boring life who fit right in with the crowd. As far as ancient tales go, things that blend in are not easily traced when gone.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who followed you home every day, your day to day routine proving him right. You were worthless , another little ant trying to find a treasure to feed on. One that would never come, your life was in his hands ,and he planned to toy with it.

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who officially met you at the grocery store, in the middle of your shift, politely picking up a product you had dropped; ensuring your fingers brushed together as he handed it to you.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who hit you with one of his infamous body melting smiles, as he spoke of a "you're welcome" to your timid 'thank you'. Slyly, looking you up and down, admiring the way your figure so shamelessly called for him. "So what's your name, clumsy girl."

Even the way he mocked you was tentative , the silly pet name crawling at you.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew exactly what he was doing with his 'mr nice guy' act. Who raised his eyebrow at your quick, "I'm very particular about giving my name to strangers." Of course, you were only half-joking , but he was quick to retaliate.

"Dont be so cruel, we can always change that."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who already knew your full name, your address, and your number. But still asked for it with a candid glimmer in his eyes and that virile tone of his.

"I'm on the hour," you said, a smile of your own plastered on your lips. "Lucky for you, i'm no snitch." his voice low and coated with rotten honey as he stepped closer.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who only let two days pass before he was asking you on a date. Persuading you with chivalry, telling you he was willing to plan around your heavy work schedule.

How could you resist ? His charm being beyond slippery wasn't a joke. It was intelligent and played extra well with the stroking rasp in his voice. The kind most fantasized, especially someone as desperate as you about groaning at their ear.

You were ecstatic, so excited at the fact someone had finally taken interest in you.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who thought you looked so good in your dress, a complete contrast to your bland uniform. Who felt the tiniest pinch at his heart, at just how happy you looked , how desperate were you really ?

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who acted like a true gentle man. Opening the car door, pulling out a chair for you, asking you all the right questions and giving all the right answers. The list went on, he was doing a exemplary job at getting on your 'take home list', what you didn't know is that he would be your last.

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who captured you with his lips , inhaling you in as you attempted to open your apartment door. Who wrapped your legs around him , his fingers at the back of your scalp tugging you closer. Noses all smushed together in passion having a make-out of their own; tongues greeting each other in cold lust.

He was devouring you, clouding your senses like the predator he is.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who fucked you so good that you were seeing the day and night all at once, his fat cockhead hitting that spot you liked in a way that had your body churning. Slamming himself in and out with a precision that felt criminal.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was now plunging into you like no one had before, his large hand around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His hips meeting your ass with a vicious tempo "Holy fuck, you and this pussy." He groaned next to your ear, taking in the feeling of your pussy dripping down his balls. He had you exactly how he wanted you fucked out, crying, and clueless.

"It might just save you." He cooed with not a ounce care if you heard , but his inching threat was easily muffled by the sounds of your pleasured moans.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who essentially fucked you to sleep, kissing your forehead like the sadistic fuck wasn't planning to cut you open in a few minutes .

"It's a shame, what I have to do now." He whispered into your skin, a teasing pout at his full lips. Truly it was, you were pretty and a great fuck.But he had the ability fix you, to make you would look so much prettier , adorned with white ribbon around your sliced limbs.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who let you sleep just a little longer than the others. Watching the way your chest lifted and caved with every breath. It made him wonder if you were worth conserving, not wanting to drain the color from your rosy face just yet.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who woke you up with gentle taps on your cheek. Whatever was touching your face was cold and flat. You who greeted him with a smile as you began to stiffen from limb to limb. The flashing memory of his lips against yours and his cock assaulting your g-spot putting a grin on your face.

That glint in your eyes, turning into one of absolute horror. Your grin wiping off clean, at the realization. You weren't in your bed anymore, nor did you recognize where you were. Your memory now turned hasty, and the ache in your limbs conciously apparant, you couldn't move-why couldn't you move.

" Finally, you're awake.I missed those gorgeous eyes."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who made you watch as he prepped his tools, doing it slowly just to watch the panic rise across your pained features "Whats wrong , baby? Thought you liked surprises."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was ready to cut you open, and take a peak inside. Inching towards your face only to lick the tears off your cheeks with a delighted hum.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who watched you tremble and sob. Your eyes following the blade, which surfaced your skin like sharpened feather, getting steeper and steeper. The blade was threatening to bite, and pretty soon, it would.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who just couldn't bring himself to slit your throat without a last-goodbye, your soft cries making his dick hard all over gain.

After all, you did give some killer blow jobs

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who untied you after a mental discussion with what he referred to as his other self. A self that was passive and tranquil for the most part , the self that decided he would spare you from his blade, only to settle on using you. He was a self-ish being with no guilt factor, the best of both worlds.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who threw you off the table onto the floor with a single shove. The tranquilizer he had injected you with while fucking you from the back, was doing its job exceptionally well. You couldn't move, especially not when fear was consuming you, striking you nerve to nerve like a rabid animal.

"Let me make you a deal, suck my cock good enough, and maybe-just maybe I'll let you go"

"There you go, like a true slut."

Newflash, he was bluffing big time , worst part; you knew it. But just like he asked, with limp muscles and fat tears. You parted your lips, letting him slide himself past them with ease. His muscular thighs serving as your support and your demise.

Who knows perhaps he could keep you instead. He never had a pet growing up they had the tendency to mysteriously go missing.

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere-Artist x Reader

Tw: Implied Kidnapping ,slight NSFW, stalking , blood , unhealthy obsession, delusional man alert 📢

tad bit short but continuation may be one the way (this was just a tiny thought was kicking to be written)

Yandere-Artist-whose artistic nature had been slaugtered and dimmed by the hands of his blank mind. Who was cursed with a palpitating passion but no way of execution. Doomed to a dull world , that was slowly enclosing in on him , reminding him of his lost talent.

YandereArtist-Who thought he had lost his spark , watching the world with indifference and approaching life with disinterest.

Then a miracle happened as they usually do, a sight laid before him so soulful that his empty gaze turned enamored.You with your smooth skin glittering from moonlight ,a beauty worth blood, and most importantly, a look of life-the very one he rightfully lacked.

Yandere-Artist- Whose heart started pounding, his sculpted fingers twitching for a sketchbook. The sound of his heart hammering sumerging him, as he dealt with the assault of a feeling which had become foreign, the feeling inspiration

His spark

Yandere-Artist- Who reached in his bag with desperation ,only to find a sketchbook and no utensil. Who, in a moment of impulse , grabbed a small pocket knife he carried and vigorously sliced his palm. Using his blood to capture your flame , as fast as his shaky hand allowed him. Wincing from the sting but having a triumphant smile on his face , as he squeezed his hand for more supply.

Yandere-Artist-Who went home with his body aching from excitement , the twisting response between his legs pulsing as he stared at the sketch he made of you.

Yandere-Artist- Who "casually" found you again and fondly pronounced you as his muse. Following you everywhere against your knowledge;sketchbook in hand.It wasn't meant to be creepy-he would never hurt his muse. It was simply best you stayed clueless , he wanted to perceive the real you. He needed the raw you in more ways than one. He couldn't risk tainting your natural beauty , especially when you looked this beautiful , through the flowy curtains of your open window.

Yandere-Artist- Who dreamt of your naked body , sprawled infront him immobile and covered in red paint. Red was the color of the impure and while you were the purest thing in his life , the growing love he had for you was the filthiest thing you could ever encounter.

Yandere-Artist- Who planned to take you away soon , he couldn't take another minute of having undeserving eyes looking at his masterpiece. It was like watching a child with sticky hands touch all over , a freshly cleaned pastry window-it just couldn't be allowed.

Yandere-Artist- Who built a spot for you in his studio , where he planned to display you for his own amusement. He had even bought pretty little outfits for you , ready to dress up and pamper his fleshy mannequin.

Yandere-Artist- Who watched you while you slept, nearing your bed with sadistic timidness. Who trailed his gloved finger along your features , his skin rising like arrows at the feel of your god-so soft skin. You had finally fallen asleep , only this time you wouldn't wake up , the little pill he sneaked into the juice carton you dwelled in every night would make sure of it.

It was time for you to come home , he couldn't spend another second with out his spark

You should really stop leaving your windows unlocked, you never know what the night might bring in

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere-Artist x Reader

Tw: Implied Kidnapping ,slight NSFW, stalking , blood , unhealthy obsession, delusional man alert 📢

tad bit short but continuation may be one the way (this was just a tiny thought was kicking to be written)

Yandere-Artist-whose artistic nature had been slaugtered and dimmed by the hands of his blank mind. Who was cursed with a palpitating passion but no way of execution. Doomed to a dull world , that was slowly enclosing in on him , reminding him of his lost talent.

YandereArtist-Who thought he had lost his spark , watching the world with indifference and approaching life with disinterest.

Then a miracle happened as they usually do, a sight laid before him so soulful that his empty gaze turned enamored.You with your smooth skin glittering from moonlight ,a beauty worth blood, and most importantly, a look of life-the very one he rightfully lacked.

Yandere-Artist- Whose heart started pounding, his sculpted fingers twitching for a sketchbook. The sound of his heart hammering sumerging him, as he dealt with the assault of a feeling which had become foreign, the feeling of inspiration

His spark

Yandere-Artist- Who reached in his bag with desperation ,only to find a sketchbook and no utensil. Who, in a moment of impulse , grabbed a small pocket knife from his pocket and vigorously sliced his palm. Using his blood to capture your flame , as fast as his shaky hand allowed it. Wincing from the sting but having a triumphant smile on his face , as he clenched his hand for more supply. Like the pleasure of finally putting heart to paper , was over-charged by you and you alone.

Yandere-Artist-Who went home with his body aching from excitement , the twisting response between his legs pulsing as he stared at the sketch he made of you.

Yandere-Artist- Who "casually" found you again and fondly pronounced you as his muse. Following you everywhere against your knowledge;sketchbook in hand.It was never meant to be creepy , he would never hurt his muse. It was simply best you stayed clueless , he wanted to perceive the real you. He needed the raw you in more ways than one. He couldn't risk tainting your natural beauty , especially when you looked this beautiful through the flowy curtains of your open window.

Yandere-Artist- Who dreamt of your naked body , sprawled in front of him immobile and covered in red paint. Red was the color of the impure, and while you were the purest thing in his life , the growing love he had for you was the filthiest thing you would ever encounter.

Yandere-Artist- Who planned to take you away soon , he couldn't take another minute of having undeserving eyes looking at his masterpiece. It was like watching a child with sticky hands touch all over , a freshly cleaned pastry window-it just couldn't be allowed.

Yandere-Artist- Who built a spot for you in his studio , where he planned to display you for his own amusement. He had even bought pretty little outfits for you , ready to dress up and pamper his fleshy mannequin.

Yandere-Artist- Who watched you while you slept, nearing your bed with sadistic timidness. Who trailed his gloved finger along your features , his skin rising like arrows at the feel of your god-so soft skin. You had finally fallen asleep , only this time you wouldn't wake up . The little pill he sneaked into the juice carton you dwelled in every night would make sure of it.

It was time for you to come home , he couldn't spend another second with out his spark

You should really stop leaving your windows unlocked, you never know what the night might bring in

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere Childhood best-friend X Reader

TW: Stalking , unhealthy obsession, slight mention of blood , manipulation , corruption

Childhood best friend-Who had fallen in love with you since the first time he saw you. Declaring the moment as the beginning of your love story, a story he planned to tell at your wedding. Which if he could help it ,would happen as soon as possible , the only problem being. He was 10, and you had no knowledge on his existence.

Childhood bestfriend-Who first saw you sitting on the trunk of a draping tree , quiet and peaceful , scribbling away with your scented markers. He could still remember the euphoric feeling , thinking he had spotted an angel whom was shown to him by divine intervention.

Childhood best-friend- Who would watch you from his window as you played with the other kids , hoping it was him , that way he could finally learn your name. But he couldn't. His piano instructor was waiting for him and how dare a child want to play marbles when the wonders of Chopin were awaiting him.

'You're a Hale , and you will behave like one." He could hear his mother scolding him , lashing him with tempered expectations.

Childhood bestfriend-Who got his wish on a rainy day after he had left his German course. Sprawled out on the harsh concrete next to the pathway of his driveway , watching as crimson red oozed from the slice on his knee. However, just as he was about to stand up and walk it off , a hand appeared in front of him, and the face his eyes adjusted to was yours.

"Oh shucks , you're hurt-does it sting bad ? " And there you were, rosy cheeks and big eyes looking down at him , with soppy empathy.

Childhood bestfriend- Who didn't know what to say , his mother had cast him away from unnecessary distraction-depriving him of proper social interaction. He didn't say a word, but you were you, and by the time he came up with something, you were already on your knees. Blowing at his injury and gently wiping around it with a flower-printed tissue.

"My mommy does this when I get hurt , she says it will make it all better." And just like that with a girl-ish hum you were planting a soft peck above his knee , unknowingly giving him the final sign that you were his destiny.

Childhood-bestfriend-Who made sure you two became inseparable , spending every possible waking moment with you from when you were children to now. You a woman who was well settled into her twenties , and he there with you along the way.

Childhood bestfriend- Who plotted on you all these years but somehow couldn't bring himself to confess. His love for you was so intense that it dug in his gut rather than this heart ,and what if that intensity shined right through and drove you away. Then he would have to do vile things , things that would make sure your glimmering horizon only had space for him. You were his diamond in a sea of pebbles, and he would be the keeper of your stone.

Childhood bestfriend-Who spends every second of the day thinking about you , what you're doing , what you're thinking ,what you're wearing-it consumes him whole, and he can't seem to make it stop. So when you come to him, all happy and vibrant with the mentions of a 'cute' guy. There's a pulsing rage at his heart, one that makes his slender fingers itch to wrap around your throat in one big squeeze.

I mean for fuck's sake , wasn't he enough for you ? Couldn't you tell that he was the one who deserved you.

Childhood bestfriend- Who has driven any minimal threat to your god sent destiny far, far....far away. The handsome guy you met at the library, who asked you on a date ? Well, he had an accident and tripped down a flight of stairs and couldn't show up. That boring Joe, you went on a date with and got all dolled up for ? No problem, a day later he texted you with a bland 'We can't talk anymore, please don't contact me again' and blocked you. Oh, and that pity of a boyfriend you got, yeah, that only lasted a week. He randomly disappeared and deleted all his social media , leaving you with a 'stay away from me' after attempting to ask him what exactly had happened. You had done nothing wrong , right ?

Childhood Bestfriend-Who was currently snuggled up to your sweet-scented hair , stroking and circling your back in comfort as you cried into his neck. That cute guy you spoke of , had ghosted you-what a asshole. Luckily for you , you had him. Someone who loved you so much it made his entire being ignite in painful flames, who would never dare to disappoint you. Someone you could seek when you most needed it , someone who would do anything for you and more.

He held you close, basking in victory , as his fingers rode over the valleys of your hair-softly hushing your sniffling cries.

"Be honest-.Do you think there's something wrong with me ?" His eyebrows furrowed at your wobbly voice , looking down at you like you were the sky and the earth and everything in between.

"You're perfect, angel." He mumbled into the crown of your head , leaving a tender kiss at your forehead.

That you were, and the sooner you realized it , the sooner you would stop searching for something that was laying right beneath you. It would be a shame to keep causing you so much heartache , either way , you looked fucking devourable when you cried. And if this was the only way to keep you were need be , then he would wipe your tears again and again as many times as necessary.

Childhood bestfriend- Who knows you'll be his , he just has to pull you a little harder and pick you apart a little deeper.

You are his angel afterall , a gift sent out to him by destiny

[darkcherry6916]

Loserboy!Gojo who eats you out and doesn't care that his sunglasses are getting fogged up and smudged. He also doesn't care that the two of you might get caught in the library — even though it's already happened once. He needs to touch himself thru his pants while eating you out; his cock is just so stubborn that it refuses to cum unless he's got a mouthful of your pussy. Whimpering as he aggressively strokes himself, loserboy!Gojo treats his sensitive cock so roughly as he begs you to let go and squirt all over his face and oh it's almost funny watching his pretty eyes flutter shut when he goes into that Zen-like state — his lashes subtly quiver as he laps at your folds 'n slips his tongue into you over and over, eating you out 'till he's gasping... 'till he's got moans spilling out his glossy lips and... and... wait a minute, he's eating it as if he's the one getting pleasure? Loserboy!Gojo eats it like, uh, you know, like he's the slut. You've heard of cockwhore well he's a basically a pussywhore, inhaling as he noses in it and rolling his eyes back like he's getting a high just from that. After long days of boring lectures, he's frothing at the mouth in anticipation of meeting you in the parking lot where he starts out just making out with you against the car door and eventually ends up diving between your legs in the backseat to get a taste of his favorite dessert. "I've been waiting for this all fucking day." he gasps, pretty blue eyes fixated on your pussy; your lips, your puffy clit, your twitchy hole. He's obsessive. He's crazed. Frenzied. Doesn't even bother holding back his slutty, boyish moans as his lips latch onto your clit. He suckles at it 'till you nest your hands in his soft hair. Oh my god he's holding lovesick eye contact with you when you do this. Loserboy!Gojo won't let go of your thighs or let you pull even an inch away from his mouth — overstimulated? Uh, yeah, so? Why not let his mouth over-overstimulate you?? Okay, sure, he'll pout and throw a tantrum but he'll let you go for now, 'cause he knows in exactly two hours he'll be showing up at your door with a guilty horny smile on his face asking if he can come inside, "I missed you." he says throwing his arms around you and hugging you like he's been apart from you for years, "You missed me? Satoru... we had classes together all day." and he gives you this pleading puppy look, "I knowww, but we didn't get to talk much..." and he's so eager to talk to you... by 'talk' I mean mumble obscenities on your pussy. He's smiling to himself because he's got you on his face in minutes. It's just the perfect way to end the day for him. You're spasming thru your second orgasm when he rasps out underneath your shuddering body; "Well she definitely missed me, huh? No, no I can breathe juuust fine... c'mon, ride my face — please."

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere Childhood best-friend X Reader

TW: Stalking , unhealthy obsession, slight mention of blood , manipulation , corruption

Childhood best friend-Who had fallen in love with you since the first time he saw you. Declaring the moment as the beginning of your love story, a story he planned to tell at your wedding. Which if he could help it ,would happen as soon as possible , the only problem being. He was 10, and you had no knowledge on his existence.

Childhood bestfriend-Who first saw you sitting on the trunk of a draping tree , quiet and peaceful , scribbling away with your scented markers. He could still remember the euphoric feeling , thinking he had spotted an angel whom was shown to him by divine intervention.

Childhood best-friend- Who would watch you from his window as you played with the other kids , hoping it was him , that way he could finally learn your name. But he couldn't. His piano instructor was waiting for him and how dare a child want to play marbles when the wonders of Chopin were awaiting him.

'You're a Hale , and you will behave like one." He could hear his mother scolding him , lashing him with tempered expectations.

Childhood bestfriend-Who got his wish on a rainy day after he had left his German course. Sprawled out on the harsh concrete next to the pathway of his driveway , watching as crimson red oozed from the slice on his knee. However, just as he was about to stand up and walk it off , a hand appeared in front of him, and the face his eyes adjusted to was yours.

"Oh shucks , you're hurt-does it sting bad ? " And there you were, rosy cheeks and big eyes looking down at him , with soppy empathy.

Childhood bestfriend- Who didn't know what to say , his mother had cast him away from unnecessary distraction-depriving him of proper social interaction. He didn't say a word, but you were you, and by the time he came up with something, you were already on your knees. Blowing at his injury and gently wiping around it with a flower-printed tissue.

"My mommy does this when I get hurt , she says it will make it all better." And just like that with a girl-ish hum you were planting a soft peck above his knee , unknowingly giving him the final sign that you were his destiny.

Childhood-bestfriend-Who made sure you two became inseparable , spending every possible waking moment with you from when you were children to now. You a woman who was well settled into her twenties , and he there with you along the way.

Childhood bestfriend- Who plotted on you all these years but somehow couldn't bring himself to confess. His love for you was so intense that it dug in his gut rather than this heart ,and what if that intensity shined right through and drove you away. Then he would have to do vile things , things that would make sure your glimmering horizon only had space for him. You were his diamond in a sea of pebbles, and he would be the keeper of your stone.

Childhood bestfriend-Who spends every second of the day thinking about you , what you're doing , what you're thinking ,what you're wearing-it consumes him whole, and he can't seem to make it stop. So when you come to him, all happy and vibrant with the mentions of a 'cute' guy. There's a pulsing rage at his heart, one that makes his slender fingers itch to wrap around your throat in one big squeeze.

I mean for fuck's sake , wasn't he enough for you ? Couldn't you tell that he was the one who deserved you.

Childhood bestfriend- Who has driven any minimal threat to your god sent destiny far, far....far away. The handsome guy you met at the library, who asked you on a date ? Well, he had an accident and tripped down a flight of stairs and couldn't show up. That boring Joe, you went on a date with and got all dolled up for ? No problem, a day later he texted you with a bland 'We can't talk anymore, please don't contact me again' and blocked you. Oh, and that pity of a boyfriend you got, yeah, that only lasted a week. He randomly disappeared and deleted all his social media , leaving you with a 'stay away from me' after attempting to ask him what exactly had happened. You had done nothing wrong , right ?

Childhood Bestfriend-Who was currently snuggled up to your sweet-scented hair , stroking and circling your back in comfort as you cried into his neck. That cute guy you spoke of , had ghosted you-what a asshole. Luckily for you , you had him. Someone who loved you so much it made his entire being ignite in painful flames, who would never dare to disappoint you. Someone you could seek when you most needed it , someone who would do anything for you and more.

He held you close, basking in victory , as his fingers rode over the valleys of your hair-softly hushing your sniffling cries.

"Be honest-.Do you think there's something wrong with me ?" His eyebrows furrowed at your wobbly voice , looking down at you like you were the sky and the earth and everything in between.

"You're perfect, angel." He mumbled into the crown of your head , leaving a tender kiss at your forehead.

That you were, and the sooner you realized it , the sooner you would stop searching for something that was laying right beneath you. It would be a shame to keep causing you so much heartache , either way , you looked fucking devourable when you cried. And if this was the only way to keep you were need be , then he would wipe your tears again and again as many times as necessary.

Childhood bestfriend- Who knows you'll be his , he just has to pull you a little harder and pick you apart a little deeper.

You are his angel afterall , a gift sent out to him by destiny

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere Childhood best-friend X Reader

TW: Stalking , unhealthy obsession, slight mention of blood , manipulation , corruption

Childhood best friend-Who had fallen in love with you since the first time he saw you. Declaring the moment as the beginning of your love story, a story he planned to tell at your wedding. Which if he could help it ,would happen as soon as possible , the only problem being. He was 10, and you had no knowledge on his existence.

Childhood bestfriend-Who first saw you sitting on the trunk of a draping tree , quiet and peaceful , scribbling away with your scented markers. He could still remember the euphoric feeling , thinking he had spotted an angel whom was shown to him by divine intervention.

Childhood best-friend- Who would watch you from his window as you played with the other kids , hoping it was him , that way he could finally learn your name. But he couldn't. His piano instructor was waiting for him and how dare a child want to play marbles when the wonders of Chopin were awaiting him.

'You're a Hale , and you will behave like one." He could hear his mother scolding him , lashing him with tempered expectations.

Childhood bestfriend-Who got his wish on a rainy day after he had left his German course. Sprawled out on the harsh concrete next to the pathway of his driveway , watching as crimson red oozed from the slice on his knee. However, just as he was about to stand up and walk it off , a hand appeared in front of him, and the face his eyes adjusted to was yours.

"Oh shucks , you're hurt-does it sting bad ? " And there you were, rosy cheeks and big eyes looking down at him , with soppy empathy.

Childhood bestfriend- Who didn't know what to say , his mother had cast him away from unnecessary distraction-depriving him of proper social interaction. He didn't say a word, but you were you, and by the time he came up with something, you were already on your knees. Blowing at his injury and gently wiping around it with a flower-printed tissue.

"My mommy does this when I get hurt , she says it will make it all better." And just like that with a girl-ish hum you were planting a soft peck above his knee , unknowingly giving him the final sign that you were his destiny.

Childhood-bestfriend-Who made sure you two became inseparable , spending every possible waking moment with you from when you were children to now. You a woman who was well settled into her twenties , and he there with you along the way.

Childhood bestfriend- Who plotted on you all these years but somehow couldn't bring himself to confess. His love for you was so intense that it dug in his gut rather than this heart ,and what if that intensity shined right through and drove you away. Then he would have to do vile things , things that would make sure your glimmering horizon only had space for him. You were his diamond in a sea of pebbles, and he would be the keeper of your stone.

Childhood bestfriend-Who spends every second of the day thinking about you , what you're doing , what you're thinking ,what you're wearing-it consumes him whole, and he can't seem to make it stop. So when you come to him, all happy and vibrant with the mentions of a 'cute' guy. There's a pulsing rage at his heart, one that makes his slender fingers itch to wrap around your throat in one big squeeze.

I mean for fuck's sake , wasn't he enough for you ? Couldn't you tell that he was the one who deserved you.

Childhood bestfriend- Who has driven any minimal threat to your god sent destiny far, far....far away. The handsome guy you met at the library, who asked you on a date ? Well, he had a freak accident with a flight of stairs and couldn't show up. That boring Joe, you went on a date with and got all dolled up for ? No problem, a day later he texted you with a bland 'We can't talk anymore, please don't contact me again' and blocked you. Oh, and that pity of a boyfriend you got, yeah, that only lasted a week. He randomly disappeared and deleted all his social media , leaving you with a 'stay away from me' after attempting to ask him what exactly had happened. You had done nothing wrong , right ?

Childhood Bestfriend-Who was currently snuggled up to your sweet-scented hair , stroking and circling your back in comfort as you cried into his neck. That cute guy you spoke of , had ghosted you-what a asshole. Luckily for you , you had him. Someone who loved you so much it made his entire being ignite in painful flames, who would never dare to disappoint you. Someone you could seek when you most needed it , someone who would do anything for you and more.

He held you close, basking in victory , as his fingers rode over the valleys of your hair-softly hushing your sniffling cries.

"Be honest-.Do you think there's something wrong with me ?" His eyebrows furrowed at your wobbly voice , looking down at you like you were the sky and the earth and everything in between.

"You're perfect, angel." He mumbled into the crown of your head , leaving a tender kiss at your forehead.

That you were, and the sooner you realized it , the sooner you would stop searching for something that was laying right beneath you. It would be a shame to keep causing you so much heartache , either way , you looked fucking devourable when you cried. And if this was the only way to keep you were need be , then he would wipe your tears again and again as many times as necessary.

Childhood bestfriend- Who knows you'll be his , he just has to pull you a little harder and pick you apart a little deeper.

You are his angel afterall , a gift sent out to him by destiny

[darkcherry6916]

Hear me out; cyberpunk yanderes with a country girl. "Wowzers, you've got titanium claws? You'd scratch more than a cat does in a year!"

Always too carefree and slow-paced, taking her sweet time when she walks about the city. She chatters on about how pretty the city's lighting is, but how it's oh-so-loud to a yandere who probably has watched his family die in front of him. "Golly, glowin' tattoos? Yer like a lil firefly!" Every absurd comparison makes them want to put her into somewhere deep and quiet, where no one but them will never lay their filthy eyes on her ever, ever again for all of time.

I love the way your brain works!! Like you need to start writing asap because I would EAT IT UP.

Extra points if she's just totally oblivious to all the crime Cyberpunk Yandere is involved in. Sees them disassembling a mega expensive and totally stolen super computer and she just rests her chin on their shoulder and is all "Wouldcha look at all them doohickies? You're right clever to know how these things work."

Cyberpunk Yandere ends up taking her with when they drop off biochem and drugs and she's all "You're a right social butterfly, aintcha? Can't believe you know all these fancy folk!"

And let's not forget, "Your friends are real nice but they should invite you in sometimes! My momma woulda given them a real earful for not offerin' you a drink."

Cyberpunk Yandere will take her for a drive on a stolen hovobike and she'll just cling to their jacket and remind them not to speed because her momma always said that safe drivers live to be old drivers.

She'll air out the rooms after they smoke and scold them for ruining their lungs, even if what they're smoking is premium grade cigars, stolen straight out of a rich guy's limo.

When the police question her, she's genuinely confused. Head tilted and telling them what a great guy Cyberpunk Yandere is and how she's honest to God never seen him do anything wrong.

[darkcherry6916]

10/10 writing material

The Ultimate YANDERE TYPES List | Extensive Graph and List

So I was doing research for my writing and I found a really good Yandere Types chart!

Full sources and links to further reading will be below in the notes!

And before getting into it, remember to read the trigger warnings and content warnings. This is Yandere fiction we’re talking about, so it’s going to get messed up.

Themes + Trigger Warnings + Content Warnings:

Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Unhealthy relationships, Religious themes, themes of sociopathy, themes of mental illness, hallucinations, delusions, hallucinations and delusions due to drugs, mentions of: physical abuse, sexual abuse, brainwashing, murder, suicide, murder-suicide, self-harm, stalking, panic attacks, cannibalism, necrophilia.   

{click to open and zoom in to see the details! I'm so sorry, mobile app users :(}

Broad types. Click them to see more information!

Possessive Type

Shackling Type

"Denpa" Delusional Type

Love and Hate Type

Intoxicated Type

Stalker Type

Sources:

This does not belong to me. I only gave a summary of what I read. ORIGINAL SOURCE LINKED HERE.

It's an English translation of material from an upcoming game called Yandere Town. UNTRANSLATED, ORIGINAL JAPANESE SOURCE LINKED HERE. I do not know when this game is coming out, but darn the details that went into this is crazy! It might help you out if you're writing anything yandere!

(Original translators, I have no problem with taking this down if you don't want me reposting your translation to my blog! ^_^)

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[darkcherry6916]

the first time sukuna fell in love, he was but a boy of ten. 

he’d been running barefoot by the riverside, clutching a half-eaten apple he’d swiped from a vendor’s stall.

there, among the reeds, he saw you. 

a girl not much older than him, giggling as you played with a pair of bunnies. you smiled as one hopped into your lap, the sunlight catching in your hair like strands of spun gold. 

for the first time, he felt a pang in his chest — an ache so foreign it startled him. he wanted to walk closer, to hear your laughter up close, but the distant shouts of palace guards reminded him of his plight.

with a scowl and a heavy heart, he turned and disappeared into the forest.

the second time sukuna fell in love, he was twenty-nine. 

a hardened king by then, his hands stained with the blood of countless battles. he was unstoppable, a force of nature, until he met you on the battlefield. 

you were the opposing leader, a woman who commanded armies with fire in her veins. your sword clashed against his with unyielding strength, your eyes defiant even as the tides of war turned against you. he admired the way you held your head high, even in defeat. 

when his blade finally struck true, he found no triumph in his victory — only the hollow echo of your last breath and the unshakable image of your bravery.

the third time sukuna fell in love, he was sixty. 

his body had grown stronger, his face lined with the scars of battles and time, yet untouched by age. at a temple celebrating his birthday — his subjects oblivious to his immortality — he spotted you again. 

you knelt at the altar, your hands clasped in prayer, tears streaming down your face. your whispered words were for the departed, a plea for their peace, not for yourself. your unselfishness struck him like lightning. he lingered in the shadows, unable to tear his eyes away. 

but once again, he left without speaking.

decades blurred into centuries, and sukuna continued to see you — again and again. 

once, you were a nurse during a plague, tirelessly tending to the sick, your hands blistered but your resolve unwavering. 

another time, you were a dancer, spinning under the moonlight with a joy so infectious that even his dark soul felt lighter. 

then, you were a bandit, reckless and daring, stealing from the rich to feed the poor, your grin daring the world to challenge you.

each time, he loved you more fiercely, each time more convinced that you were the universe’s cruel joke on him — a fleeting glimpse of something he could never hold.

until today.

he hadn’t expected anything remarkable when he walked into the café, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee and the warmth of the afternoon sun. his mind was wandering, memories of his past lives and past loves swirling like a storm, when your voice shattered his reverie.

“welcome in! what can i get for you?”

his heart stopped.

it was you.

this time, there was no battlefield, no temple, no grand act of heroism. you stood behind the counter in a simple apron, your hair tied back, a pen tucked behind your ear.

yet you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“uh, sir?” you tilted your head, offering a polite smile when he didn’t respond right away.

“coffee,” he managed, his voice rough. “black.”

you nodded, punching it into the register. “sure thing. anything else?”

“your name,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

your eyebrows lifted in surprise, but you laughed softly. “it’s y/n. do you need that on the cup?”

he stared at you, stunned by how casual you were, how close he was to everything he’d yearned for across lifetimes. 

“no,” he said, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “i just wanted to know.”

you laughed again, handing him his coffee once it was ready. “well, enjoy, mystery man.”

he lingered by the counter, holding the cup like it was an anchor to this moment. he didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to miss the chance he’d always let slip through his fingers. 

this time, he swore, he wouldn’t run away.

“how long have you worked here?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

“a few months. why, thinking of applying?” you teased, wiping down the counter.

“no,” he said, his voice softer now. “just wondering how long it took for the universe to bring me here.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the weight of his words. but before you could reply, the door jingled as another customer entered, pulling your attention away.

sukuna stepped back, letting you go about your work. for now. 

he’d waited centuries to speak to you, to know you. he could wait a little longer. but this time, he wouldn’t let you slip away.

not again.

the concept of the cafe was inspired by my pookie @curtins's recent post on jjk men in cafes, go show her some looveee <3 produced by creamflix on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not copy, steal, modify, repost — support your writers by liking and reblogging. ♡

[darkcherry6916]

Imagine being in a fancy restaurant with your 6'7 hunk of a boyfriend , and his pulling out a giant ass iPad to take barely visible pictures (he accidentally takes live photos instead LMAO 😭💀)

dumbass boyfriend sukuna who's hands are too big for a phone so you get him an ipad with a sim card in it.

this man straight up whips out an ipad in public when he's grocery shopping and face times you to ask what brand of milk do you need or something. you've probably turned on a lot of accessibility tools as well for him (made the font size bigger especially). and no password for him because he finds it stupid and a waste of time. definitely uses the pre-installed photo-booth even though he never admits it.

you need to beg him to not carry his ipad on dates because he wants to take pictures of you, so he grumbles and takes your phone instead. again, hands too big to click on the shutter button so you invest in a tripod/selfie stick with those button photo clickers on it so he uses that to take photos of you. demands you share every single picture with him, even the blurry or "bad" ones. fascinated by airdrop (if you have an ios)

[darkcherry6916]

I’m 🐰 Anon >:3

How would the yandere boys act with a reader that has body dysphoria? A reader who starves herself (I’m going through a hard moment and really wanted to know how they wound react, I wanted, you know, some comfort maybe-)

Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I know exactly how much ana sucks when she comes to visit. But don't worry, the boys will try their best. Unfortunately, their best isn't always very smart.

Skin and Bones - yandere boys when you won't eat

Yandere! Cowboy is predictably mean about it. He'll tug at the hem of your sundress and say he doesn't give a damn how your clothes fit, as long as you keep taking them off for him. At night, he'll bury his face between your thighs and nip at the tender flesh. "You're mine - your pretty cunt, your pretty smile, your pretty body. You don't get to starve what's mine, got it?"

Safe to say, he watches you like a hawk after that. At every meal, he makes sure your plate is sparkling clean. And if you even think about throwing up, he'll have his belt off in a second to teach you a hard lesson about abusing his property.

Yandere! Soldier thinks you're doing it to piss him off. "What? You're worried about being heavy?" He'll grab your waist and toss you over his shoulder in one smooth move, like you weigh even less than his gear. Smack your ass and say that no matter what you weigh, nothing can stop him from throwing you around.

"Now stop insulting me. съесть что-нибудь."

And eat something.

Yandere! Boyfriend understands better than you'd think. He cooks you something incredibly healthy and low calorie, a safe food. He'll stand behind you as you push it around your plate, his chin resting on your head and his fingers kneading your thighs. "C'mon baby, just a little bite?" He'll promise that if you finish it, he'll eat up too. And he doesn't mean food.

Yandere! Incubus notices it when he comes to you at night. He's attuned to every part of you in a way only demons can be. You're hungry, you're ravenous and there's some dark ugliness festering at the heart of it. In the morning, the handsome young priest stops at your table and tells you that you've been looking ill lately, that you should definitely eat some more. He'll tug at his rosary and remind you, "When the flesh hungers, so does the soul."

Yandere! Desert Bandit doesn't understand it. Food is hard to come by, so why are you turning it down? When you explain it to him, he scoffs. "The desert sent you to me. Why would I want to change such a precious gift?"

If you insist on being stubborn, he'll lunge at you and wrestle you under him.

"I've dreamt of you, just as you are."

Maybe he can show you exactly how perfect you are to him and if not...He can always hold you down and feed you himself.

Yandere! Academic Rival will order a ton of expensive dishes and have them delivered right to his apartment. Everything you've ever mentioned wanting to try. He'll rest a fork at your lips and smirk at you. And be suffocatingly condescending when he says, "I thought you were smarter than this. Now open up and prove me right."