#Yandere drabble

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

“Next time I visit,” he breathes against your skin, “you better have all the answers ready — so I can make you feel even better, yeah?”

[blood-smiles]

𝐈’𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 . MDNI . gore . blood brought up very often. sexual assault attempt towards reader (not by yandere) . wounds

જ⁀➴ Your legs burned, limbs clearly unprepared as you sprinted out into the field like a wild gazelle. You hadn’t even begun to work, all you could feel was the sting in your chest, your heart brimming with adrenaline.

Your heart thundered in your ears, you could feel the vibrations of the organ in the right of your chest. Sweat dribbled down your back, mixing with the rain sprinkling from above, bullets zipped past your form just narrowly missing you by a silk thread.

You didn’t know where you were running to, you just were. You were quick and lithe, not a single bullet or stray piece of debris grazed you.

You slid to a stop, the muddy ground underneath your combat boots squelching under your weight. A man, clearly a soldier, judging by his camo uniform and badge, clutched his side while crying out in pain, he kicked his feet on the ground in a way to try and release some of the pain.

He got mud and rainwater all over you but that wasn’t important, you had to help this man, somehow. You studied his wound with the focus of a scholar, features taut with anxiety and the slightest hint of foreboding.

This was the hardest part of your job. Not the blood and bodily fluids, not the close monitoring of wounds, not the procedure but this— Knowing that the decision of letting this man live was in your hands, that a single mistake could send this man to his early grave.

You applied pressure with a cloth you had in tucked in your cargo pockets, your palm firmly pressing against the gaping hole in his side. 

You watched how the once white fabric turned a murky scarlet color, warmth seeped underneath your palm and soaked your hands.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe, you’re going to be okay.” You reassured the injured fellow, making sure to keep a calm, even tone of voice. 

You seemed sure and collected on the outside, like you had everything coldly calculated, almost as if you had already saved this man.

But the truth was far from it. You were a nervous wreck inside, tears pricked your vision, your throat burned and closed in with the need to weep for this man. Your knees were shaking even though you weren’t the one in pain, you allowed him to softly place his hand on your forearm.

“Please stay awake, I need you to stay awake.” You implored, your mind working like a tiny machine, an encyclopedia of methods and practices you had done in the past opening inside your brain.

You carefully planned your next action, his hand tightened on your arm, his dirty nails digging into your skin as he gave a weak cry, you pinched your eyebrows together in deep confusion.

“Sir. Sir? What’s happening?” You asked frantically, finally, panic seeping into your tone. He mouthed something, his whole body shuddering as he tried to muster the last of his strength to point at something behind you.

You read his bloody lips.

‘BEHIND YOU.’

You didn’t even have time to blink, because as soon as you opened your mouth to speak to the soldier, he was already dead.

BANG!

A bullet was planted between his brows, from

how loud the gun sounded it was like someone had shot him almost face to face.

Warm blood sprayed across your face, someone was behind you. Someone was behind you. Someone was behind you.

You breathed in, but you couldn’t move. There was nowhere to go anymore. You were stuck between the sword and the wall. Cornered like a lamb at the mercy of a vicious wolf.

The tears you had been battling against drained out your eyes, and as soon as the first salty droplet could hit the ground a boisterous sound filled your ears.

Before you could formulate your last words pain ripped through you endlessly, with no warning or hesitation. It shot you in the side, you could feel the foreign capsule burying itself in your guts.

The metal felt hot, god. It felt so hot. It felt like you were forced to touch boiling iron, but you weren’t allowed to pull away. There was nowhere way to escape the scalding heat of the bullet because it was inside you.

You had never screamed so loudly in your life, you hit the ground with an ear splitting wail, you curled in on yourself next to the deceased soldier. 

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You let out a choked sob, something between a cry of pain and a scream. 

A grand man chuckled at your pain, you could see the vague outline of his body out of the corner of your eye. He was large, built like a ravenous wolf, his teeth were bared, sharp and crooked like daggers as he bent down beside you.

His cold hands took a careless grip on your ankles, a new feeling arose, fear. Raw, primal fear. 

His grip was so tight and hurtful that he might have shattered your bones without even noticing— But it wasn’t like he even cared.

What was he going to do to you? You screamed and kicked in desperation, his hands creeped higher up to your knees.

Were you going to die like this? Why? What did you do wrong? You did everything they told you to.

Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?

Tears didn’t stop, the dam behind your eyes broke. The walls of the well had ruptured, it held years upon years of hate and suffering, and now that it had burst a tidal wave, one with the height of a tsunami had left nothing in its wake.

Your throat felt stuffed with rocks, your vocal cords strained inside you, clawing at the ground, soil settling underneath your nails.

You had tried to fight, you really did but blood was starting to settle in a pool underneath you. Your hair had chunks of dirt and blood, your skin had small cuts and was debauched by debris and flesh that wasn’t yours.

The clouds had parted, a single beam of light pushing through the skies and falling on the burly figure of a soldier with hair as golden as the sun.

Was that an angel? Was he here for you?

Peace at last, why did you feel peace? As soon as you caught a glimpse of those cold, steel blue eyes you felt.. free.

The fight inside had left you.

Like you could rest, maybe it was the blood loss getting to you. The ground underneath suddenly felt warm and comfortable, like the dreamiest of beds, the ones filled with swan feathers that only royals had the luxury of using.

Your eyes fluttered closed, a soft exhale leaving your lips. Blood and rainwater soaked your clothing, you lost consciousness with a small smile.

It was a blessing that you had closed your eyes, because at the least that had protected you from the carnage and absolute inhumane cruelty that would exhibited in front of your unconscious body.

The so called angel was no divine being, but the infamous lieutenant who had his sights set on you, perhaps too closely.

He didn’t hesitate to take the other man from his throat, his thick fingers wrapped around the rugged man’s neck, his nails dug into the thick muscles like the teeth of a bear trap.

The separation of meat from muscle was quick and brutal, Marcelle’s hand ripped the man’s throat out like tearing fat from a chicken leg. It was a disgusting show of force and power, and it was all done for some girl.

Marcelle’s chest heaved, pure rage ran through his veins like adrenaline, his nose was scrunched up like a rabid bear’s would. Someone had hurt you, the light to his darkness, the moon among so many stars.

They tried to tear you from his arms, tried to take advantage of your weak build and gentle heart.

Hate wasn’t an adequate word for what he really felt, it was an understatement of what was going through his twisted head.

The wolf-like man’s larynx dropped on the floor with a wet splat, blood rushed out of the exposed maw that once used to be his throat.

Marcelle was nowhere done with him though. 

A tactical knife strapped on his thigh was dislodged, then driven into the wolf’s stomach, the blonde pressed the blade so tight against his flesh that the peritoneum had been torn apart like a bag of candy on the hallow’s eve.

Guts spilled everywhere, slimy sausage shaped innards were the first to go, unfurling from his stomach like climbing rope.

Everything dropped down at his feet, contaminated filth mixed with blood and mud. Marcelle scoffed at how easy it was to kill this one, it wasn’t a big show of strength to pull this guy apart like tender teriyaki.

The mangled one lost his balance, falling onto his knees while choking on carmine, it sprayed everywhere along with chunks of meat, or what was left of it.

The blonde bear grabbed the disfigured man by his hair, then pressed a dirty boot onto the small of his back. He yanked with vigor at the other’s scalp while maintaining hard pressure on his back.

Then a sick crack came from the crumpled’s spine, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, swollen with blood and severed capillaries.

His spine had been severed in two, cleanly snapped like a toothpick.

The man bent backwards in the fashion of an arc, the cadaver looked like it was doing gymnastics, but really his body was so greatly damaged that his spine couldn’t maintain his weight, he was bent at such an unnatural extent it hurt just by looking at  him.

Marcelle kicked away the body and its innards, sending what was of a man into a puddle, leaving his organs and blood to mingle with the water.

He saw you, curled up like a kitten. But blood streamed out your side like a river, it wouldn’t stop, he panicked.

He dropped beside you, picking you up with the gentleness of what could only be compared to picking up an injured baby bird. He touched your face with the delicate touch of a feather, your face was dirty, streaked with dirt and crimson. 

He pressed his ear against your chest, the soft thump of your heart whispering that you had limited time.

His breath caught in his throat.

He was taught to never cry. That a man should never cry in the presence of anyone, but in this moment, this miserable and unfortunate situation he could do no less than weep.

All he could see was the tiny smile on your lips, your precious visage ruined by destruction of war. You didn’t stop bleeding, you can’t stop. His eyes watered, for the first time in decades he allowed himself to shed a tear.

“No.. No— You can’t.. You won’t leave me!” He yelled to your unconscious form, his dirtied hand grasping your limp one. He squeezed tightly, hoping that if he gripped hard enough you would react, that those pretty (e/c) eyes would look up at him one last time.

His distress was heard, a group of young soldiers trotted over to him, finding their great lieutenant distraught over the soon to be corpse of a nurse.

He hugged the body close to his chest, trying to share warmth to the wounded girl, his chin rested over her head, his thick fingers smoothing over her filthy hair, they weren’t sure if he was trying to soothe the injured woman or himself.

They came up to him, touching his shoulder and trying to reach the nurse in his arms. He didn’t take well to that.

He snapped at them, snarling like a furious bear protecting his young. He clawed at them, finding a discarded gun somewhere, it shook in his hands as he aimed at them. His finger looped into the trigger, only to hear a click.

Blank.

Blank.

Blank.

The gun was empty of bullets, so he took the next alternative, the only thing he knew to do, fight with his fists.

There was no one that could go up against him, they knew that Marcelle could divorce their head from their shoulders clean.

“You are not going to take her.” He rasped, putting himself between you and the men. Now they all looked like enemies, like big red training targets with white swirls. 

The cadets glanced at each other, just barely noticing the lifeless bodies surrounding the blonde and the wounded girl in his arms.

“Holy shit..” one of them murmured as he looked around, Marcelle had gone berserk, especially on this man at his feet, completely disemboweled— Where was his throat? 

He stared at the human remains on the floor, feeling the urge to vomit his stomach out right here and there.

A new voice pushed through, the head nurse shouldered men away as she jogged towards the pair of bloodied lovers.

“Look. I don’t care who you are or what your rank is—“ she began, walking towards Marcelle with no fear whatsoever.

“But that girl is going to die if you keep hoarding her like an aggressive mutt!” She yelled, beads of sweat collecting on her brow, she plowed through the mud and dirt just to make it to you.

Marcelle stared at her with a vacant look in his eyes, he didn’t have it in him to touch a woman with intent of harm.

His grip tightened as she approached, water dripped now his face, sweat and rain soaked his uniform. He wasn’t about to let her tug you away, over his dead body.

She tried to pull you away, her hands gripping your forearms as hard as she could but Marcelle’s hold was unrelenting and soon she would have to call herself defeated in the strength game.

“Fine. You can carry her.” She said with an edge to her voice, she took the collar of her uniform in her hands and pulled him up how a dog would pick up a puppy by its scruff.

“But she is going to to live and you are going to take her back now.” She demanded it like his first drill sergeant, he listened to that one order, he slowly ascended from the ground and followed the nurse.

He stared at your face the whole way he walked, his finger curved gently, his pad brushing away your hair behind your ear.

You’re going to be okay, you’re going to live.

His jaw tensed as a new wave of emotions ran over him, he couldn’t break down, not yet. He had to be strong for you.

He gently pressed his forehead against yours, his palm gently residing over your chest, feeling the soft thump of your heart under his hand.

He didn’t remember clearly when but he got ushered out of a room, he woke up in a sterile area surrounded by other people in what seemed to be a waiting room.

He vaguely recalled that he had to be restrained by four men, he got stabbed with a tranquilizer and that’s when everything went dark.

Where were you? His heart picked up in his chest, what had happened? Were you alive?

With a sudden movement he got up from his seat, a clipboard fell from his lap onto the ground. It held only a blank paper, with a single room number in it written in blue ink.

Marcelle had never ran faster in his life, he didn’t know or care how many people he knocked down as he sprinted through the halls. Nurses and doctors turned their heads at breakneck speeds as he zipped past them like a wild animal.

He opened your room door with a bang, sweat gathered on his forehead and his body burned, there you rested.

You, covered in bandages, body clean of dirt and blood, your hair looking soft like nothing had ever touched it. Soft morning light entered through the window, you glowed under the sun like a white dove.

You were hooked up to a monitor, constant beeping telling him you were still alive, it seemed you were breathing on your own, judging by the way your chest slowly rose and fell.

He was filthy with grime and sweat, he could never touch you, afraid he would taint you he stood back. He wanted nothing more than to touch your face, to see your smile again.

It wasn’t long until he was unceremoniously kicked out your room by your main caregiver. 

Marcelle came back the day after, and the day after and the days following that. He kneeled beside your bed like a puppy nudging his owner’s hand with its muzzle.

His hand gently held yours, he placed it over his head, on his cheek, just to feel your touch again. Just to feel the way your fingers would run through his hair again, to feel your fingers curing his wounds again.

He weeped more in that hospital than he had cried in his whole life. He was sure that he would drown in his own tears if he kept it up, he missed you so much, he wouldn’t leave your side for a moment.

There were times he would refuse to leave your room at all, security was forced to tranquilize him and at one point threatened to place a restraining order if he didn’t abide by their rules.

Then that day came, he sat by your bed, holding your hand to his heart, praying to whatever was up there to bring his baby back to him. 

He had never been a faithful man, but if that’s what it took to make you wake up, he would pray all day, everyday no matter the hour or situation.

The slightest twitch from your fingers made him jump, a glimmer in his grey eyes showed that he had hope. He stared at your hand, waiting for that little movement to come back.

Your eyelids moved, your facial muscles twitched, Marcelle stood from his chair abruptly, the furniture scratching the floor and making an unpleasant screech.

You opened your eyes, your beautiful (e/c) hues flitted around the room with confusion, the grogginess of consciousness filling you again.

You looked through your blurry memories, it felt like looking through frosted glass but you remembered a few things, the one that stood out to you most was the blonde angel.

There he was again. 

Why was he crying? You wondered, trying to sit up only to give up when the pain was too unbearable, the man pushed you back down, scolding you and forcing you back into the bed.

You recognized him, your first patient ever. Marcelle.

Just when you were about to speak he basically pounced, he hugged you like you would disappear in that moment. He felt warm and comfortable, you could barely bring your hands to wrap around him.

His shoulders shook with silent sobs, he couldn’t stop crying again, but this time it wasn’t out of sorrow but happiness.

You were back. You were alive and in his arms.

He pulled away, looking you in the face as if this was all a dream, he touched your every feature, trying to re assure himself that this was no fantasy.

“I love you.” Were the first words he said when you woke up, that might have sent you to another coma in that moment.

The blood from your wound had rushed up to your cheeks, you searched his face for any trace of a joke but then remembered.

Marcelle doesn’t do jokes.

He kissed your hand softly, tears still streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t kiss you yet, you were healing and could catch sicknesses especially quickly.

So he would wait, wait until you were ready.

“I think.. I love you too.” You shyly smiled, fingers trembling with embarrassment.

To Marcelle, waiting would prove to be more difficult than he thought.

[heartfullofleeches]

Sweetie Darlings and their scary ass Fem Yans have my whole heart.

Kind Darling and the hell spawn who claimed them as her prize. Half of her face is gone, can barely see out of the eye she has left - still manages to put the fear of God into anyone she's able to maintain eye contact with long enough. Built like an ox, picks up her Darling by their collar like a kitten. Can and will pop a man's skull like a grape. Darling being peak thembo acting like there's nothing out of the ordinary-

"This is my wife- We aren't married yet, but she gets sad if I call her my girlfriend."

"I am not your friend. I am your protector and life partner. You will call me by the title fit for my role."

"Haha, anyway- She's a total sweetheart once you get to know her! Just... try not to look her in the eye for more than about.... ten seconds. She hates that. Oh!- And what whatever you do - do not give me compliments. She's still learning how to sweet talk me and gets extremely jealous when others do it better-"

"Approach my mate and I will use your spinal bones to clean my teeth. I use the skull of the last person to test me as a foot rest."

"She's joking!"

"Comedy is beyond my realm of understanding. I am dead serious."

Darling probably calls her cute pet names like "Princess" or "Angel" like the scary dog incarnation she is.

[cloudedcreams]

thinking about a darling with a yandere! crush.

you’ve never seen him before but you’ve heard of him. the weird kid, who nobody likes, who lingers near the back. he skips lectures, takes smoke breaks outside and had a decent reputation before he fucked it all over for himself.

seeing him for the first time was like a breath of fresh air if anything. staring into his intense eyes and practically simpering before realising that he was staring too.

there was something about his eyes that you found so intense. it seemed as though he’d lost all care in the world, and therefore found no reason to look away. he looked at you with eyes filled with judgement, and yet with feelings that you couldn’t decipher.

it became a common occurrence. you’d follow him around out of what you told yourself to be boredom, and he’d tear his eyes away from whatever he was doing to gaze back. there’d be times he’d be occupied with something and you’d have a moment without the tension before he suddenly paused his movements and tilted his head to stare at you for a moment, before looking away.

you don’t plan to speak to him, and it seems the same thought applies to him to him. he’d certainly have heard you speaking before, perhaps ranting to a friend or complaining about something, but it seemed he barely spoke. the most you’d said to him would have to have been a meek ‘sorry’ during a time he’d bumped into you, and you could practically feel him pressed up against you before you moved away.

the two of you will be content with just watching. <3

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!CEO x Reader

If you wanna know more about the levels, check out this post :)

Danger level: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡ ♡

Yandere!Ceo who does not care about his employees

Yandere!Ceo who is strict and cold, anyone not keeping up will be cut off

Yandere!Ceo who brings you to the verge of insanity

Yandere!Ceo who finally makes you snap

Yandere!Ceo who has a chill running down his spine when you pin him against his office's floor

Yandere!Ceo who's pulse is going erratic against the tip of the pen you pressed against his neck

Yandere!Ceo who's face start feeling hot, who is completely captivated by you on top of him

Yandere!Ceo who grabs your wrist and makes you push the pen harder against his neck, a whimper threatening to come out

Yandere!Ceo who promotes you to be his personal secretary

Yandere!Ceo who can't get enough of being your puppy <3

[occasional-yan-stuff]

yandere with a yandere yn pls i love yan x yan content

I've never tried this before but I'll do my best!

Yandere!Kidnapper X Gn!Yandere!reader

details: mutual obsession, kidnapper is super dramatic, reader is kinda freaky, reader is shy, kidnapper gets kinda casual towards the end

warnings: kidnapping, restriction of movement, obsessive behaviors, possessive behaviors, stalking, social media stalking, non-consentual bondage

When you woke up you could barely remember the previous night. You were... drawing you think. Or writing in your journal? something with a pen. Definitely something about him, that's clear as day. You could always remember things to do with him. The shampoo he uses, the name of his first pet, his shirt size. You have him memorized front to back, like a teenager obsessed with learning all about their favorite pop star.

Granted, information on him is a lot harder to find than information about a pop star. It took some serious effort to figure out his height and blood type and stuff like that. Statistics were your second favorite thing about him to collect, right after his clothes. Those were much easier to get. It was almost like he was leaving them out for you. But that couldn't be right, could it? No. You were far too sneaky.

Your groggy thoughts about him were cut short when you were pulled into reality by a voice. A familiar voice. His voice.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Your eyes fluttered open. He was right in front of you. This is the closest to him you'd ever been. You tried to reach out and touch him but you realized that you couldn't. That's when you noticed the ropes. They were tied around your wrists, ankles, and waist, binding you to a chair.

"ahahah," He singsonged. His hand gently cupped your chin with, sending a shiver down your spine, "can't have my little bird flying away, now can we?" That smirk. It was the same smirk he sometimes gave to the camera you put in his room. You had always assumed that you were just imagining it, that he was just looking at the stuffed animal the camera was hidden in... could it be that- no no. That would be ridiculous. You had hidden that thing masterfully. There was no way he could have figured out it was there.

He was so close you could smell him. You already knew what he smelled like but this was different. This was more than just his smell. This was his warmth and his voice and his attention. God, how you had craved his attention. You had always longed for it but never had the confidence to go up and take it, so you resorted to giving him all of your attention instead.

"Not that I think you will, of course," it took you a good few seconds to realize that he was still talking about you running away. You had been so lost in thought that you hadn't even realized he was still talking to you, "buuuut," he elongated the u sound as he removed a journal from behind his back. Your journal, the journal filled with words about him. Your eyes went wide but he just continued to smirk at you, "something tells me you don't mind being all tied up like this."

He kissed you on the head before removing his hand from your face and taking a step back. You missed his touch already but your vision not being fully taken up by him did give you a moment to take in the room. It was cold, probably somewhere in a basement. The cement floor served to confirm the basement theory but the part you were most focused on was the walls. They were coated in pictures, pictures of you. You weren't sure if this was romantic or terrifying but given the sort of person you were, you couldn't judge too harshly, could you.

"What... is this?" You managed to say over the shock of everything currently going on.

"Do you like it?" He pulled up a chair, metal squealing against the cement, and sat down across from you. "I was thinking about just asking you out but we both know you'd just freeze up and run away, my sweet shy little thing." The way he looked at you... it was like you were prey. He was enjoying this immensely.

"That didn't really answer your question, did it?" He chucked slightly at himself, showing a genuine, light hearted, smile before dropping his flirtatious, intimidating facade he had been putting up before, "This is my place. I really like you and well, I already told you why I uh... took you," He only seemed slightly ashamed of what he had done, "hey, did you know that your bedroom window doesn't have a lock on it?" there was that smirk again, but it was different this time. Less conniving and more playful.

"How did you- did I- Huh?!" This was so much to process. He had been into you all along? He had been as into you as you were to him all along?! This was a total shift of everything you thought was true.

"It was super cute whenever I'd see you in the security cam footage from my room! Don't feel bad that you didn't see it, it's hidden pretty well." You felt your face get warm all the way to your ears when he called you cute. The security camera explained a lot. You looked around again and it was then that you noticed how many of the pictures of you were actually screenshots of you sneaking around in his room. Placing he security cam in his stuffed animal, sniffing his shirts, stealing his things... at least he didn't seem to mind. As a matter of fact, it seemed like he liked it.

He walked up to you and began to untie the ropes from your wrists. He was touching your skin. It gave you goosebumps.

"I hope you liked my little performance, by the way. Not a bad way to start a first date, huh?"

[the-grimm-writer]

Yandere choso with reader whos a single mom

CHOSOOOO MY FAMILY MAN <33

Tw: Very soft yandere Choso <3, stalking, my man's lowkey delusional, some angst, murder, blood, praise, manipulation, breeding kink, mention of dubcon / baby trapping at the end

Choso had let out an annoyed huff when he felt a ball hit the side of his leg, ready to just walk away, thinking some kid had kicked the ball the wrong way. It was early in the morning, though, so it caught him off guard that someone else would be at the park so early as well.

Yet, for some reason, he felt the urge to turn around, his eyes widening when he saw you running towards him, holding a small child in your arms as you waved and ran over to him.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice gentle and soothing as you looked at him.

"It's okay," he responded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. Watching your child glance at him before wrapping her arms around you tighter and burying her face into your neck to hide from him.

Reaching down, he picked the ball up and handed it to you.

Immediately he knew that you were strong, raising a child on your own. He admired the dedication, reminding him of himself with his brothers.

"Do you come around here often?" He found himself asking you, hoping that didn't scare you or your child off.

"No, we just moved here." Your smile was soft, but he could the pain in your eyes. "We just needed a fresh start."

He nodded his head. Choso could understand what it was like to run away from somewhere to start fresh. And if he could guess, it was to keep your daughter safe. Something he could respect.

"I'm (Y/n), by the way." You introduced yourself like he could tell what he was thinking about asking you next. "This is my daughter Suki." When you introduced her, he couldn't help but smile as he watched her little arms wrap around you tighter.

"Choso." He greeted, nodding his head as he looked at you and your daughter.

There was a silent pause before Choso spoke up again. Before he could stop himself, or even know what he was saying, he just went for it.

"Do you want to go out sometime?"

Your eyes widened, feeling your face warm up as you realized he was asking you out. He was attractive, and it was tempting since it'd been a while since you've gone out with someone. But you still shook your head.

"I'd love to, but I can't afford a babysitter." You explained.

Choso smiled softly. "She can come too."

"Really?" You smiled, looking down at Suki, who nodded her head. "We'd love to."

It was surprising you agreed, he wasn't used to talking to someone so beautiful. Still, he was glad as you exchanged numbers with him, a strange feeling he's never felt before as you set up a time to meet.

He'd never had any feelings towards humans. He didn't wish them any harm like many curses did. Choso was part human himself, so he did harbor a soft spot towards the extra innocent ones like you and your little girl.

As he watched you walk away, he had to swear at himself. He didn't know how to take someone out on a date very well. Maybe he'd ask his little brother Yuji for some advice.

Besides, he wanted it to be somewhere your daughter could be included as well. You could tell by the way she hugged you she knew you'd always protect her. It was something he could relate to, which drew him closer to you.

As the days started flying by as you texted Choso, you couldn't help but feel excited despite your worries.

When the day came, you dressed yourself and your daughter in something cute but casual, not sure what your date was planning.

You immediately knew you made the right decision to go on a date with him when you got to the address that Choso had sent you. He was dressed causually as well, in a shirt and jeans with boots. It was all black, but it suited him. P

Watching the way your daughter's eyes lit up like he just got what he wanted for Christmas as she skipped through.

"Thank you." You smiled at Choso, and he did the same. "I've always wanted to take Suki to something like this." You sighed. You used to go to carnivals all the time as a kid, and you always wanted to share the same experience with your own child as well.

"I've never been to a place like this either," Choso admitted sheepishly. "But my little brother said this was a good place to take someone out to..."

You laughed, surprised. "You haven't?" You smiled when he nodded. "Then I guess I'll just have to show you around. We have to go on all of the rides."

Choso felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. With his pale skin and dark clothes and appearance. But he didn't mind going on all of the rides as you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards one after another with Suki happily following along.

"Momma!" Suki grabbed your sleeve, pulling you towards a booth that had a game set up, with a bunch of prizes, seeing her staring at a giant stuffed tiger. "Can we go play this, pretty please?"

You reached out to your bag to pull out to some change so your kid could play the game, but Choso grabbed your hand and pulled it away. "Don't do that. I'm the one who asked you out. It's my treat. Isn't that how this works?"

"Oh..." You smiled. "I mean, I guess. But I don't mind paying..."

He shook his head. "You don't have to pay for things when you're with me."

You hesitantly accepted, thanking him again before turning and trying to help your daughter get the giant stuffed animal she wanted.

Choso watched as you and your kid laughed, looking around and making sure nothing would disturb you. His eyes narrowed when he saw a curse slowly slinking towards you and Suki, but the moment it spotted and sensed him, it immediately rushed away somewhere else.

That was why he didn't normally go to places like this, too many curses crawling around getting ready to latch on to an unsuspecting person. And if they were unlucky, stumbling upon a sorcerer or two that often patrolled these areas to keep as many people safe as possible. But if it made you and Suki this happy, he would take you both here every day.

"Can you help me, please?" His eyes widened, snapped out of his thoughts as Suki stood in front of him, looking hopeful as she gathered up the courage to speak to him by herself for the first time. He couldn't say no, immediately walking over to play the game now.

"Oh? Are you gonna give it a try now? Just knock the biggest pin down, and you get a prize. You got three tries." The worker smirked, thinking you were going to walk away disappointed like the last family did. Choso narrowed his eyes, annoyed with the miserable worker that took pleasure in watching little children running off disappointed.

Rolling his sleeves up, Choso grabbed the ball, pointing it at the target before he swung it hard as he could, knocking all the objects over in one go. It was rigged to the point that only someone strong would be able to knock the pens down.

The worker huffed, disappointed that someone had actually managed to beat the game tonight. "Choose your prize." He muttered and stepped back.

Choso immediately grabbed the giant tiger, smiling as Suki thanked him and took it, hugging and nuzzling into it with a happy sigh.

After a few more rides and games, you decided to get a few snacks. Walking around and enjoying the sites, Suki happily drank a lemonade while you picked an ice cream cone. It was getting dark, and you all enjoyed watching the lights come on.

You smiled up at Choso, walking beside him as you watched your daughter decide on which ride she wanted to go on before you called it a night.

Neither of you were surprised when she chose the carousel, smiling as you watched her climb onto a bright pink unicorn.

You sat down on the bench in front of it, smiling as your daughter squealed in delight as the carousel started to move up and down. Slowly, Choso turned to you.

Even now, he couldn't believe someone like you said yes to him. He didn't feel worthy, yet he was starting to notice the ache in his heart from losing almost his entire family was gone every time he saw you smile. As you both stayed silent, he slowly tested the waters more, reaching out and grabbing your hand.

His callous hand was strong and warm, making you feel safe as he gently squeezed. It felt like a scene straight out of a movie, the flashing lights causing the both of you to have a neon glow of bright pinks and reds.

In the background, you could both hear Suki laughing with other children on the carousal as it spun around. You both kept glancing at it to make sure she was still safe.

Your heart fluttered as his other hand slowly reached out and cupped your cheek, your eyes closing at the same time as he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours.

It felt like fireworks were going off, and he couldn't help but wonder where this feeling has been all of his life. And when you pulled away, his eyes opening as a string of salvia still connected you and him together, he knew he was never letting you go.

You smiled as your daughter came running back to you. Flushed and hair messy as she ran over, not seeming to mind when she noticed Choso was holding your hand and just grabbed ahold of your free one instead and jumped onto the bench beside you.

"Well, I guess it's time to go home." You laughed as Suki yawned and rested her head on your arm.

Choso chuckled as well and nodded, standing up and watching as you picked

A family, he realized he craved. Never had he imagined himself having white picket fence fantasies, but there he was, thinking of you and him together. Your child is now his as well, maybe having a few more together.

His broken heart was slowly mending. The loss of his brothers almost sent him on rampage with only his remaining little brother keeping him sane. But he was still on the verge of snapping before he met you.

You saved him, and now he wanted to save you as well. Even if you didn't realize it.

"Yo."

.

When Choso went over for dinner at your apartment, he wound up spending the night. It felt so right that it became a common occurrence. Every time he'd walk in, you'd usually be in the kitchen cooking dinner, and Suki would be playing or doing her homework. And she'd instantly stop what she's doing and jump into his arms. Then you'd walk over and give him a big kiss.

It felt so right. Always made him feel the need to drop to his knees and thank whatever entity in this universe that blessed him to meet you. The love of his life. His family.

Choso was just out on a late night walk talking to Yuuji.

"Your good with kids aren't you?" He asked his little brother. "I was just talking to (Y/n) about having you over for dinner. She's excited to meet you."

"Damn," Yuuji laughed on the other end of the line. "It's only been three months, and you're practically living together. You guys are going pretty fast. But yeah, I'd love to."

Yuuji couldn't deny anyway he was curious to meet the woman that caused his big brother to stop breathing down his neck. Choso just grinned, excited at the thought of everyone he loved being together under one roof.

"Great, how does next week sound?"

Choso sighed as he continued walking around, taking a deep breath of fresh air. For once, he has everything he ever wanted in his life. He thought nothing could bring him down. Until he felt a dark presence behind him.

It wasn't a curse. None dared to approach, knowing what he was capable of. No, it was much worse than that.

He narrowed his eyes, his body growing stiff as he turned around and saw a man walking around the apartments before he went up to him. The ones you and Suki lived.

Wanting to get more information before he took drastic measures, Choso shrugged, forcing himself to act casual.

"Hey man, I'm looking for someone that lives around here. (Y/n), you seen her?"

"Yeah, I think so. Why?" He asked, wondering what made this asshole so comfortable to come up to him and ask something like that.

Suki has her father's eyes, he noted. But only the eye color and that was it. Her eyes held the innocence only a child holds, one that just like her mother, he wanted her to have for as long as she possibly could. And her mother's strength as well.

"Dumb bitch thinks she can get a restraining order on me and keep my daughter away from me. Can you believe that shit?" He scoffed.

Your ex's eyes were cold, burning with a rage that reminded him that curses were created from the emotions of the human spirit.

"Yeah." He forced himself to agree, mentally thinking about all the ways he'd make it up to you for lying like that.

Choso made himself chuckle as well. He knew this was your worst fear without you ever telling him. The way you always looked behind your shoulder when walking down the street, whether you were with him or your daughter. How you always checked the doors and windows were shut and locked. How you kept Suki close whenever you went out together, making sure you could see her at all times.

It made him sick that such scum existed. Knowing they had the honor of breathing the same air as you. They were unworthy.

He snuck back inside, closing the door quietly. He wanted to make this quick. Part of him wanted to tell you, reassure you that you and your child were safe now, that you could quit living your life on edge.

"I know a shortcut. Why don't I show you?" Choso offered.

The man took the bait without hesitation, too narcissistic to see he was walking into a trap. "Hell yeah, thanks, man," he agreed.

Once he had him out back, he grabbed him and slammed him into a tree. He growled at him as he swore and struggled, realizing that he'd tricked him.

"You really think I'd let you hurt (Y/n)?" He said darkly, a cruel chuckle leaving his lips. "Well, think again. She's mine."

Before your ex could make any more excuses like he always did, try and make you seem like the villain, Choso had already struck. He used his blood manipulation. The man could barely scream out before he felt a burst of pain and then darkness.

Choso smiled as he uselessly dropped to the ground. There was no coming back from that. The scumbag was dead. Warm blood had splattered all over his face and clothes, and he had a feral look in his eye. Grim satisfaction coursing through him, knowing that he took out the thing that had been plaguing his woman's nightmares for years now.

But right now, he looks like the exact monster he's trying to protect you from. So he was about to sneak into the shower when the light turned on and you suddenly spoke up.

"Choso?" Your sweet voice called out to him, making him go stiff.

"Why are you still up?" He said softly. He wasn't angry like one would think by his appearance when you looked at him. More disappointed when your eyes went wide with horror, and you stepped away like he was going to harm you.

Like he was your ex.

Your eyes were wide, filled to the brim with tears as you stepped away from him. "What did you do?" You asked shakily, keeping your voice low so you didn't wake up Suki.

"What I had to," he responded somberly. Without saying it, you both knew who he was talking about.

Your heart was racing, and you shook your head back and forth. Wanting to deny that the man you've fallen in love with, the man your kid was starting to look up to as her dad, was a murderer. It had to be a dream. Some kind of twisted, fucked up dream. You should've known that things were going too fast, that he was too good to be true.

"Look at me, (Y/n)," he pleaded, gently cupping your cheek with his bloody hand and making you look at him. "Have I ever hurt you?"

You choked back a sob as blood smeared across your face when he touched you, but you forced yourself to shake your head.

He smiled softly. "Good. Good girl. Do you think I'd ever hurt you? Or Suki?" He added, almost looking hurt that you'd ever think that he would.

Sniffling, you shook your head. Choso had been nothing but perfect until now, especially with your daughter.

"This was all just a misunderstanding, okay baby?"

When you nodded, he pulled you into his arms, pushing you're hair back and kissing the top of your head. "I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too." You forced yourself to whisper back, a tear trickling down your face as he held you close to him.

Gently pecking your lips, he grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom, quietly closing the door as well to not wake up Suki.

As the water ran down the both of you, his hand trailed down, pressing against your stomach.

You tensed as he bent down, nuzzling into your neck. You felt him smile against your skin.

"We're gonna be such a happy family." He said softly, his other hand running up your thigh, slowly sneaking up.

You looked down as the water ran red as he kissed your neck as he rambled on. He ignored the way you shook your head and cried. He knew you wanted this just as much as he did. You just didn't know it yet.

So he continued to speak. "You, me, our daughter. And our baby. Just how it should be."

His rough hand slowly went up your stomach, squeezing your breast. God, he couldn't wait to see them grow bigger as your stomach swells with his child. Then he wrapped his hand around your throat.

He didn’t choke you. He would never. Unless you wanted him to. He just forced your head back against his chest so he could lean down and make you look him in the eye before claiming your mouth with his own.

"All mine."

[yandere-paramour]

When Vivien Throws His Back Out

The fucking African Violets.

Streptocarpus ionanthus. African Violets. Blue, Purple, Pink, White, Red, and Multicolored, all with fuzzy leaves. Likes lots of light, although not direct. Lots of water and warm, humid conditions. Do not get the leaves wet.

Realistically, Vivien knew this wasn’t his fault, but he still felt like it was his fault. 

Sunny days were perfect. Vivien would arrange the pots in the wooden beds outside under the awning. Sunlight, only a little bit, would shine on the leaves, making them dapple in a beautiful green mosaic. The swirling colors would brighten the street, drawing people inside, and Vivien would make approximately 15% more just from these walk-ins.

Rainy days did the opposite. When it was pouring, Vivien had to lug everything inside, straining under the weight of 30 pound pots. Customers would hurry past the shop, only taking a second or two to enjoy the dryness of the awning and not even thinking of coming in. It was hell to deliver. Overwatering could easily damage live flowers and would drown delicate bouquets.

But this was unexpected. 

Vivien knew the shop was old, a little one-story that sold houseplants and bouquets but contracted with a company that sold larger, hardier vegetation, but he thought it was sturdy. He hadn’t had any problems until today. When he came in that morning, his balls had dropped to his toes, fearing the loss of profits from the loss of the fucking ceiling.

Over night, the rain must have overwhelmed the ceiling, and part of it caved in, causing a large slab of roof to fall directly on the peace lilies. Luckily peace lilies were the kind of plant you would bring as your tap-out in a boxing match; they were perfectly fine, covered in dust from plaster. The problem was the African Violets. A tiny trickle of train had fallen on them, ruining every single one.

It had been hell spending the entire day calling repair companies, cleaning and apologizing to the peace lilies for his oversight, and cursing the goddamn heavens for ruining the sensitive snowflake African Violets. The thought of unnecessary plant death saddened him, and mostly, Vivien was mad at himself.

By the time he got home, he was in no mood to be cheerful.

But you were there.

You had gotten home first. Vivien had honed, acute hearing, and he heard you through the apartment door before he unlocked it. You must have started dinner. His heart ached. As angry and upset as he was, his love for you shimmered and roiled in his lower gut. His dick twitched, swelling with blood that would be better spent in his brain. Vivien shook his head, adjusted himself, let himself inside.

The kitchen smelled like garlic and thyme, and you were in the center of it, watching TikToks on your phone. You looked up as he walked in, and the growing smile on your face made him weak in the knees.

You went to him immediately, wrapping your arms around his thin frame, “You’re back! I missed you! I started dinner and-“

Vivien wanted to melt into your arms, to kneel at your feet and worship you the way you deserved, but the second your hands clasped around the small of his back, he hissed. You dropped your hands immediately and stepped back immediately, worried.

“No wait,” Vivien tried to pull you back, “I’m sorry-“

“What happened?” You looked concerned, trying to move behind him to see his back, “Are you hurt?”

“There was-“ You lifted up his shirt to poke at him and Vivien wanted to sob, “I hurt my back at work, but I’m fin-“

“Come on,” You shut that shit down immediately, “Go shower. I’m gonna put the chicken in and then I’ll come to you, okay? Let me help you.”

Chastised, Viven just nodded his head and shuffled toward the bathroom. Direct, concise orders. He could do that.

Vivien turned the shower as hot as it would go, stripped, and gingerly stepped in. The bundles of eucalyptus and lavender over the shower made it smell both medicinal and relaxing, and Vivien’s shower ferns perked up at the promise of fresh steam. He hissed as he stepped in. This was hot, way hotter than he preferred, but he hoped and prayed the heat would help loosen the tense muscles in his back.

Every step hurt like hell as he agitated the sensitive muscles. He was in so much pain that he would probably have to break into his stash of pain medicine as well. He hadn’t even taken the opportunity to jerk off, that’s how much pain he was in.

Vivien collapsed onto your bed face-first in just a towel. The shower had helped a little but it still hurt. Muffled, he heard you coming in the room and grunted so you knew he was there.

“I brought you something to drink,”  You held a straw to his lips and the sweet peach-passionfruit concoction he had mixed on Sunday filled his mouth, “Are you okay? Should I bring you the pills?”

“Please?” His voice sounded a bit more pitiful than usual and Vivien’s ears burned, but you were gracious enough not to comment.

You brought him the pills and he swallowed them eagerly, gulping them down with a swig of juice.

“Are you hungry?” You stroked his wet curls.

He wasn’t, not by a long shot, “Uh-“

“Vivien,” Your voice had a note of warning.

“N-No… I’m sorry, I know you cooked and it smells great but… it hurts,” His voice shook.

“It’s alright,” You stroked his cheek, “I’m not mad. You know I won’t force you to eat.”

Right. Right. You wouldn’t force him. You would never do that. He wasn’t there anymore.

“Right.” Vivien closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath, “Sorry. Got caught in a weird place there.”

“Can I touch your back, love? I want to make sure you’re not hurt too badly.”

Vivien’s breath hitched as you slowly pushed the towel down his waist, exposing his lower back and the beginning crack of his ass. As much as he wanted you to touch him there, now wasn’t the time. But you wouldn’t hurt him. Not on purpose.

“Is it bad?” He asked, fearing the answer.

“I’m not seeing anything, but your muscles are tight. Did you lift something too heavy?”

“… probably. Sorry…” Your fingers on his back hurt, and he bit back some pained groans.

“Wait here.” You left him for a second, disappearing in the steamy bathroom and coming back with a small tube.

“W-What’s that-“ He started to move, to turn over, but you, pressing a hand at, thankfully, his shoulder, kept him down.

“Stay still. I’ll be gentle,” You gave a few comforting rubs on his back as you popped open the tube, “It’s gonna help, I promise. Just relax.”

As much as he wanted to jump up, to roll over and fight and protect himself, Vivien forced himself to stay down, submissively staying on his belly. As instructed, he held himself still, but he couldn’t make himself relax. He hoped you wouldn’t be mad about that.

You didn’t even mention it. He loved you so much.

“Good boy,” You praised, taking a glorious glob of the cream and applying it to his back.

Vivien bit back a moan. He knew what this was! This was a glob of the numbing cream, the expensive cream. The cream you sometimes used on his hole or that he used on yours after you both had sex. It was $20 for the tube, and you were using so much, massaging the gel into his back as you murmured soothing things to him. As the pain died down, Vivien relaxed into the pillows with a sigh.

You kept up the massage for a lot longer than was necessary, coaxing Vivien’s tense muscles to loosen and his mind to quiet, “Better?”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

You applied a heated wrap to the area, wrapping the sticky sides around Vivien’s thin hips. Preventing a snake in the grass from poking you in the ass later, you pulled some boxers on him. He was quiet now, his earlier panic melted away into a dreamy relaxation as the lidocaine cream and heated pad soothed him. The lines in his face relaxed, making him look younger than he was, like a child.

“Tired?”

“Mhm.... that okay?”

“Of course. Do I need to set your alarms?”

He slowly shook his head, “Day off.”

“Alright,” You stroked his drying hair, “I’m gonna eat and get the kitchen cleaned. Try and rest and I’ll bring you some more juice in an hour or so.”

Vivien nuzzled into your head like a puppy, but he moved to lay properly on his side of the bed. He was already half asleep, and the pad was heating up nicely. With the cream and the ibuprofen, he would be healed by morning. You flipped on the tiny tv and turned on The Office, something he had seen a thousand times and could probably recite by now. Michael Scott would be a good companion to doze to.

As Scott yelled something about turtles, you covered your boyfriend with the blanket and he murmured his thanks. Quietly, you turned off the light and left the room, leaving him to rest.

African Violets. Devotion, faithfulness, and loyalty. All seemed applicable in this situation. If he could, Vivien would have dropped to his knees and kissed your feet. He was always trying to take care of you, but once again, you caught him off guard, swooping in to take care of him so kindly and effortlessly, like it wasn’t any hassle at all to comfort and soothe his fear and pain. 

He would have to get you something as thanks, something small to serve as the proxy for showing how grateful he was for your presence and love. Almost immediately, he began scrolling through his brain to search for the right flowers to show his appreciation and acknowledgment.

As long as it wasn’t African Violets, the fucking pansy-ass flowers.

[pancaake101]

yan! femboy ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

imp. notes!!: fem reader + masturbation mention

yan! femboy who met you when you, despite your lack of outgoing-ness, got accepted into the maid cafe! he thought you were the cutest little thing, how shy and kind you were. though the logic was lost on him on how someone as shy as you got into a maid cafe.

yan! femboy who didn’t immediately get absolutely infatuated with you, it was over time as he got to know you more when he realized he wanted you to himself. to him it came as a total surprise!! like yeah sure you're cute and your shyness definitely works in your favor but he never thought he'd like you like this, let alone obsessed with you!

yan! femboy who often made you stay back after closing the cafe for the night, he always said it's to 'mentor' you more and to get you more eased into being a maid at the cafe but really it was just to chat with you more and learn more about you. he wants to be wayyyy more than just a coworker to you ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

yan! femboy who sometimes finds himself sending glares to the customers for being so comfortable with you, they need to realize ur his, even if u dont know it yet urself :(

yan! femboy who often gets jealous of the customers who you get along with too well. don't get him wrong, he knows its part the job to be so sweet and understanding and to expect more comfortable customers conversating and being talkative with you but, goddammit, is the over joyous laughter and batting eyelashes necessary? you're never like that with him...

yan! femboy who sometimes would pick a customer he's particularly jealous of and accuse them of stuff like theft, being creepy, or just anything serious to get you to think lowly of them. he would then complain to management about the customer's behavior and eventually get them banned from the cafe— It always works considering it's a maid cafe and there's bound to be at least some weirdos

yan! femboy who finally made it to friend status with you! because he finally got you this way, he'd often invite you to his house (and hoped that you'd feel comfortable enough to invite him to yours!). if he's being honest, he never wanted to be at your house just for a sleepover. i mean, yeah, he wants to be near you all day, talk to you, and touch you but he moreso wants to be there to steal burrow your belongings. he'd be so honoured to take home one of your things!!

yan! femboy who often invites you over to his house, and when you're asleep he takes so many cute pictures of you!! its not creepy,, its just you look so adorable sleeping so soundly on his bed. he needs to cherish this moment and what better way to do that then yknow take a couple pics! (he jerks off to them sometimes)

yan! femboy who is so glad to have met you, hes not even sure as to how hes gone on in this world so long without you!! now, without you he sees no purpose. he is absolutely determined to make you his, even if it means playing dirty to get there

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[blood-smiles]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 MDNI . cunnilingus (to reader) . non-con . PANTY SNIFFING . a little yandere blip at the end..?

Susano knew that human bodies responded to certain triggers, he had studied so in his books. But he had never seen it in real time, his hand gently curled around the wooden door’s surface, letting light peek in slightly as he not so discreetly watched you.

The last few days had been rough for you, you had been snapping at him whenever he tried to touch you or feed you food, going out of your way to insult him to his face.

He knew it wasn’t your fault that you were being so difficult, perhaps it’s a human thing he has yet to comprehend. 

That was until he started seeing your undergarments beginning to appear coated in a clear sticky substance around the crotch area. This was of course an amazing opportunity to investigate and learn more about your kind!

He grabbed the clothing with the gentleness of an archeologist picking up a delicate statuette, he reminded himself, this was in the name of science and your safety.

That meant no ulterior motives or inappropriate conduct. He repeated the sentence in his mind over and over, as if by telling himself that, he would avoid doing it.

His long fingers prodded as the coating on your underwear, Susano licked his lips nervously, a quick whiff wouldn’t hurt anyone.. right?

The elf brought the cloth to his face, inhaling deeply, the opposite of a little sniff. 

he lost himself in that moment. He didn’t know when, but his tongue stuck out of his mouth and began to lap up the sweet nectar.

His ears twitched, his body leaned against the wall, slowly losing his composure and kneeling on the floor. 

Susano softly pressed the underwear to his lips, letting out soft sounds and puffs of air, his clothes began to feel to tight—Too constricting, his hands slowly moved down his thighs, finding the sacred sanctuary between his legs.

If you found out about this you were sure to kill him, but right now, even the thought of you spitting on him sounded like heaven to him.

His tongue circled around the place that was most drenched by your juices, the tangy taste, a thing he had never tasted, only goading him on into sucking all of the delicious tasting goodness out.

Susano pressed his thighs together, a hellish heat beginning to rise up to his head, small beads of sweat forming on his skin.

Not enough… he pouted, looking down at the thinned out underwear, this was not enough for him. 

He wanted the real thing, now. He staggered to your shared bedroom, finding you asleep on the bed with your limbs spread open like a star fish.

Susano dropped to his knees as soon as he saw you, crawling to the edge of the bed, his large hands wrapped around your calves with extreme care, and slowly pulled you down the bed and into his reach.

Your legs dangled off the bed, Susano sitting between them eagerly, he felt so warm.. His everything felt like it was set on fire.

He pulled the cotton pants and underwear you wore, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy.

Hearts formed in his eyes, he wanted you so bad, this substance you were secreting was addictive, dangerous even to ancient creatures like him, an elf.

He lovingly licked your slit, his lengthy tongue intruding inside you, tasting and licking you like you were candy.

He moaned delicately, afraid that he would wake you when you looked so serene and beautiful. The more he moved his tongue inside of your body, the more of that moreish thing you secreted.

His sounds grew desperate, his palms massaging your calves and placing them on his shoulders. His chest rubbed against the downy covers of the bed, stimulating his already sensitive nipples.

You moved, a groan leaving your mouth, your eyebrows pinching together in what seemed to be frustration.

More, you also wanted more! He kissed the supple tissue of your entrance, his breath hot against your lips. 

He found a nub, hooded and hidden away from his prying eyes, the elf gently sucked on it experimentally, his green eyes flicking up to gauge your expression. 

Your chest heaved, muscles tensing up with pressure. You gripped the sheets in your little hands, were you having an intense dream?

Susano slurped as much as he could take, you squirmed and twisted until your body relaxed with a soft whine.

His mouth and chin were drenched, he found himself not wanting to clean his face, as the scent of you was too strong and sweet.

You seemed tired, the elf decided to pull away, well— not before swallowing the rest of slick that seeped out.

He cleaned you up, he also cleaned his self up, as he had made quite the mess below his loin cloth as well. 

He pulled your pants up with a flick of his magic, not wanting to rouse you from your peaceful slumber.

He wanted to share warmth with you, he climbed on the bed carefully, the mattress dipping underneath his weight as he pattered across it like a cat.

He found a place next to your form, he didn’t fall asleep just yet, Susano simply watched you, he blushed a bit while watching you, was it bad he wanted to eat you? Literally?

Susano placed a caring hand on your head, gently patting your head with a tiny smile on his lips. Thank goodness that you were never leaving his side.

[heartfullofleeches]

"Release my penis from the dick magic you've inflicted upon me, Witch-"

"The who I did what now with?- Ow!-"

Sitting up in your boyfriend's bed, a pillow strikes the blindside of your head as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You roll onto your side as they throw themselves onto the massive, curling up into a fetal position next to you.

"I can't jerk off- Not without thinking about you. Literal thousands of dollars of commissions down the fucking drain because you won't get out of my head for five minutes!"

Turning over to face him, you can hardly see why they're complaining. "And that's my problem.... How?"

"Do you want to know what make me bust so hard I lost the hearing in my ear? Us kissing. Both of us still had our clothes on. There was barely any tongue involved either, I got so worked up over the tamest thing possible - Do you even know what I used to get off to before we met?"

"...It's probably better for my overall health if I didn't.'

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

Victorian gothic inspired! Yandere Duke husband! x fem reader!

The moors are quiet as always. Walking along them every night, letting your heavy skirt get caught on the nettles and Heather that populate the floor. Staying out as the last breath of the sun begins to paint the sky the same colour as the flowers you've trampled over, until the servants come searching for you. Lamps in hand. Perhaps if you stay out too late your husband will forbid these evening walks of yours. The only point in your day when the silence is anything but oppressive.

There is a list of what he has seemingly forbidden without him ever needing to say anything, a servant will mumble it is not encouraged when you make your requests. Pets are not encouraged, visits are not encouraged, parties are not encouraged. Even fraternising with them is not encouraged. So far it seems that the only thing he approves of is isolation. You trample another flower before making your way back. The only other times you leave the manor is every Sunday, taking the coach ride up to the church, sitting together in his family pew as the reverend drones, bonnet obscuring the faces in your peripheral vision. He doesn't linger after the service, instead you two return home to a meal. Again in silence.

You're starting to wonder if you remember his voice.

Your return to the manor is met with a change from walking clothes to evening gown. You two have meals together. Something he insists upon, no tray taken up to your room, you must dress for dinner and take it properly across from him as portraits of his ancestors stare down at you.

You linger in the bedroom, staring at the unsent letter on your desk. It's been only a few months, and while the North is so far from your family home further south, surely they would have gotten your letters by now? But maybe they just expect you to be busy now, a new wife in her new home. Children of course should be your task but when the only thing he touches you with is his cold gaze it seems that task too is something you just fail in. With a sigh you make your way to his office, where you would haunt the empty doorway, quietly requesting a stamp from his desk once he acknowledges your presence.

Today marks a change in routine, he is absent. you hesitate, are you even allowed inside without him to tell you? But, he never denies your request for a stamp so surely you would not be in trouble for simply taking one for yourself? Right? Perhaps there is that part of you, the curious one not yet strangled by the silence of the manor, that wants to explore something you never had express permission to enter. His desk is neat, made of a dark stained wood, papers organised clearly. Something about investments into train companies, skipping through the words you notice one company that father invested in has gone bankrupt. Your heart falls into your throat, how selfish to wonder why no one has written to you when clearly everyone back home is dealing with this catastrophe, here you are safe in your stone manor. Married to a titled man who's wealth will never disappear, what happened to your gratefulness?

You shake your head to dispel the thought, turning to open the desk drawers instead, one jams under the weight of its contents, pulling and pulling until you're thrown back from the impact of opening it, toppling some things out of place. There are no stamps here- instead the drawer is full of letters. Perhaps twenty? Each one has been opened and discarded by his hands. Each letter addressed to you. Each letter is filled with pleas for you to write back. Growing more and more desperate as father all but demands that you stop ignoring him and tell your husband to use his wealth to get your family out from the mess they have found themselves in. There is only one deviation: an unsent letter by your husband to your father. demanding him to cease contacting you, saying that you have no wish to communicate ever again to your family, and that you are happy here. The coldness in his written words seem to prickle your fingers as you ask yourself why would he do all this?

The clock strikes and you panic, you're meant to be at the table right now waiting for him. You shut the drawer before practically running down to the dining room. He appears a few minutes after you, taking his seat as the meal begins.In front of you he is handsome, tall and with Byronic features, dark hair curling past his ears. He brings to mind a wolfhound, meanwhile you're a mouse.

Partly through he speaks, his low voice scraping the air.

“You went through my desk didn't you dear?”

The term feels misplaced, foreign from his lips, his eyes squint as you stay silent not knowing how to respond.

“Please do not give me the annoyance of a lie, your fingers are stained with ink and you are the only other one who would do such a thing.”

An eyebrow is raised by him with the expectation of an answer, he receives a shameful nod and mumbled response.

“Why did you hide their letters from me?”

He sighs as though the answer should be obvious, grip tightening on his wine glass.

“It would do you no good.”

“How do you know that?” You look up at him, finding a small scrap of bravely somewhere within you. “Why must you be the one deciding on everything for me when you do not even speak with me, let alone touch me. You have no right to decide what is best for my sake without even communicating with me like a proper husband.”

Your chest heaves from your quiet outburst, possibly the most words you've ever spoken to him. His face doesn't change only the glass in his hand shatters from how firm he grips it, shards falling into his soup and embedding themselves in his hand, unreacting to the pain.

“I am your husband. It is my right to care for you, to ensure that you're sensitivities do not cause you harm.” His gaze stakes you to the chair as he picks the glass from his hand. “You request a pet for company, I refuse in case you become attached and the creature flees or dies and you end up distraught. Your family cares nothing for your well being, your father expects you to still be his daughter when you are my wife, demanding you give him my wealth to pull him out from the pit he dug himself into. That is not your responsibility.” He stands up slowly making his way to you

“I have to admit that perhaps I have not been clear enough to you, that is my fault and it must be rectified.”

He takes ahold of your face, the cut hand smearing his blood onto you'd cheek as he holds your face so tightly there will no doubt be marks once he finally lets go. His mouth twists itself to something resemble a smile but those eyes stay exactly as empty as they've always been.

“let me reiterate,” his mouth grazes your ear.

“You are my responsibility and my property, it is my duty to take care of you. If you cannot understand that it is a problem I must solve, without any outside interference.”

He leans down to press a kiss with a tenderness so unfamiliar from him that you feel the bile rise in your throat. When he pulls away to look at your face, you finally realise what was so repulsive in that gaze of his, which never disappears when he looks at you. Love

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere who breaks into your home and just won't leave.

Tw. Stalking, Yandere, nsfw themes, blackmail

You came back one day from work, tired as hell, only to find some strange man sitting on your couch with some boxes scattered around him. You threatened to call the cops, to scream and get him out, but he remained strangely calm if not a little boyishly eager.

"H-heh, I knew you'd be kind of upset. Don't worry, I already paid your rent for the next few months. T-took a bit of time to scrape together, but you're worth it babe."

When you then persisted on throwing him out, he simply took out a folder with shaking hands and showed you a mile wide stack of compromising photos that he'd somehow taken while you were completely unaware.

"Don't worry. I won't release them unless you make me."

So now you lived with your stalker now turned roommate.

It was strange. You couldn't kick him out, so you were forced to tolerate him. At first, you thought you could just wait until he left so you could hastily change the locks, but he just never left. He worked on his computer saying he had a remote job, and all of the groceries were delivered to the door. You didn't even have a chance to try and stop him.

He would creep his way into your bed at night, cook you breakfast, and act like nothing was wrong.

Yandere who likes to take photos of you openly now.

He snaps his camera at you while you brush your teeth or put on shoes. Every angle of you has been painstakingly catalogued and printed out in the albums now scattered on every table. He especially liked having pictures of the two of you together.

"Hehe, I used to have to edit myself in..."

You really didn't like mulling over what that could've possibly meant, so you just chose to gloss over it.

Yandere who likes to bathe and pamper you. It's so domestic that it's almost sickening. He makes homemade soaps to lather your skin in, and he's not half bad at making scrubs either. He learns how to do your hair in every style you like, and if you like getting your nails done, he learns that too. You asked him if it was to help save you money, but his reply was... less than ideal.

"I just don't want anyone else to touch you," He said sheepishly as he stashed the strands of your hair to use for god knows what.

Yandere who doesn't stop you from going out and living your life, but the second you get home, he's all over you. he's like your second skin, and even though you try to push him off, he just keeps nuzzling into your neck and practically humping your leg.

"C'mon! I was so good today... I cleaned and everything! At least kiss me!"

He becomes more and more comfortable in your apartment, and you slowly start to live with it as well. After all, a clean home, good food, rent paid and he pampers you like crazy: It's not exactly the worst deal in the world. Plus, he hasn't actually made any moves on you yet. No, most days he sits there smiling at you with a dopey grin and an obvious, untouched bulge in his sweatpants. He never touches himself around you, so at least he had the decency to not do that.

All in all, he's not the worst thing that could've broken into your home. Sure, it's not what you'd ever have wanted, but your starting to grow fond of this strange intruder. After all, it's hard to not be just a little bit endeared when he's snuggling up close and seeking your warmth like it was the only thing on the planet that mattered.

[softtoxin]

dollhouse

yandere! asa emory/female! reader

summary || this was 100% inspired by this post, and I'm well aware that this fandom is dead and no one will read this, so this is going to be super self-indulgent

warnings || yandere content, dark content, stockholm syndrome incoming, uh he does your hair so, warnings for that, he also does your makeup 🤭

he won't hurt you if you're obedient, you realized this about a month ago.

he liked you, at least more than his other collectibles, and he made that clear in the way you were treated. the harsh leather that bound your wrists was always present, but he kept you in his workshop more often than not, and you sat watching in horror as he sliced and sewed human parts together in weird fashions of art.

and that's what it was.

it was art.

always terrified, always having sore eyes due to all the tears you cry, you haven't gotten used to being by his side.

but he likes you.

a lot.

"mgh..." you stifle the sob in your throat as he pulls your hair into a messy style, baby hairs kiss your forehead as he yanks the delicate strands every which way, caring not for your comfort. the nitrile gloves he usually wore were discarded, the rough, thick fingers fiddling with your hair. once the strands of hair are pulled into a style he likes well enough, he turns away from you, leaving you to hiccup little sobs as you sit in the chair adjacent from his desk.

your eyes wander for a split second, staring at the shiny plaque hanging on the wall. an entomology award with his name on it in striking black font.

asa emory.

asa, asa, asa.

it was a nice name, it didn't fit him at all.

you're dressed in a short babydoll, soft pink, and flowy. the lace socks on your feet do nothing to stop the chill drumming through your shaking body, and you flinch as he returns to your side, his hands now holding a fluffy makeup brush.

the pink blush and light blue eyeshadow were applied sloppily, and you know for a fact that it can't look presentable, but asa seemed happy with his work.

rough fingers come to graze along your tear-ridden cheeks, his cloudy eyes wide with something you could only identify as admiration. it reminded you of the look your grandfather would give his wife when she wore something nice.

a romantic look.

but this was the farthest thing from love.

[morose-melodies]

your husband adored you - it was true.

in his eyes, you were as innocent as a doe, you could do no harm.

so, was it really a surprise when he didn't take your attempt to threaten him seriously?

he took the fact that you were crying more seriously than he did the fact that you were holding a knife at him, waving it around carelessly while sobbing.

"(y/n)..." the captain slowly reached forward - you were frightened, that last thing he wanted was to scare you further, "hand me the knife. please, (y/n)," the captain was not above pleading, not when it was for your sake.

"no, no, no- just open the front door and let me leave!" you flinched away from him, you couldn't let him take this from you, not after what you had to do to get it.

that was what you wanted but the captain was so very against that. he adored you, he couldn't find it in himself to let you go, "(y/n), no. hand me the knife and we will talk about it."

the captain stepped forward - he was, as much as he hated to admit it, resorting to cornering you to get the knife from you. "I'm not angry with you, (y/n), not in the slightest. please don't make this worse for yourself," the captain once again pleaded.

"no... no, i just wanna go home. please, please back off! just let me leave!"

so, the captain took a step back, just as you asked and once more asked, "hand me the knife, (y/n). that's all I'm asking of you."

"I can't! I can't! just let me leave," you jutted your hand outward, waving the knife at him, "please just open the door and let me leave!!"

"I cannot," the captain refused. seeing you so fearful made the captain feel like the worst man alive, "I cannot let you leave, (y/n)."

you did not falter, you continued to wave the knife at the captain and that's when he took it from you - he tried to be gentle but you fought, clashing your hand against his chest, screaming and tugging, trying to get the knife back but it was futile.

"(y/n), do not hurt yourself," the captain quickly tossed the knife away and pulled you to his chest. he rested his hand on the back of your head and tried to calm you, "if you had told me sooner that you were upset, I would've done everything in my power to make it better."

[rexhya]

yandere!prince who's 3 months way from becoming king, the citizens and palace have already begun preparing for his coronation.

yandere!prince whos more terrifying than his father, nobles bow before him like GOD, his dark violet eyes gleaming with power.

yandere!prince who's favorite word is obedience, so it's no surprise when you're accepted as his personal maid he revels in your compliance.

"[Name], stand. Now." You're in his chambers holding a bowl of grapes. (he insists you feed him)

you stand.

"spin." you spin.

"lift up your skirt." you blush, giving him an almost disgraced face. as his personal maid, you were treated better but he'd never been perverted. you should have known better.

you move to set the bowl of grapes down anyways, you'd rather be humiliated for a moment then disobey and be forced to the torture many servants were subjected to. it wouldn't be so bad anyways, you had a petticoat under and would only lift the first layer.

the prince moved before you could, a pleasant smile taking up his brown cheeks, "God you really are perfect. I was joking, m'lady." he layed back down on his red velvet couch, motioning with his hands for you to continue feeding him.

now you were even more confused, the prince nicknamed "iron of evil" was making a joke? (and what was m'lady about, you were quite literally a commoner) you set the ruffles back down and continue pricking the grapes from the vine and into his mouth, this was probably your least favorite task he requested you do.

not because it was hard but because the prince was completely different from how he presented himself to the public.

moaning and whimpering exaggeratedly as you fed him the fruit, the worst is when he licks at your fingers, even taking one into his mouth, pearly whiteness flicking around the digit.

he always seemed to be smiling around you, it was worse knowing how horrible he could be to others.

like that time a noble staying temporarily was caught trying to poison him, usually their sentence to death would be immediate no questions asked but this prince loved to play games.

it was in the throne room, two gaurds stood by the captive and the prince stood in front of him ( you standing silently by his side praying they wouldn't behead him in front of you ) .

and after staring at the man for almost ten minutes without saying a word, he turned to you.

"pick a number between 1 and 1,000"

you jumped, eyes flickering between the man and the prince, "don't look at him, look at me. number quickly." he graps your jaw within seconds. you gasp, there was no arguing with the prince.

you stared directly into his eyes, sputtering out a number, "o-one"

"hmm." his grip doesn't falter, instead he turns your face side to side peering at all your features. "would you look at this, you actually have a desireable face."

you didn't know wether to take it as a compliment or an insult.

he finally lets go, "okay, have him drawn in quarterd. i want him out of my sight."

you gulped, guilt shredding at your heart as the man screamed. now you felt responsible for his punishment, though you suspect he would have done anything he liked anyways.

as usual.

the prince kisses your palm bringing you back to the present, he's been like this lately too. becoming affectionate in private spaces ( and in public spaces ), insisting you dote on him, care for him and play good girl all while you face the consequences ( many people think you're secretly sleeping with him, though hes met his suitor many times )

"what are you thinking of, tell me your thoughts love."

you gulped, "well honestly my prince i was thinking this is highly inappropriate and that your should stop so that the both of us will avoid trouble, and also—"

the prince stops kissing you, darkened eyes glaring at you viciously. "[Name]" he said suddenly.

you gulp, regretting your decision to speak up immediately.

"you're perfect, okay? i need you to continue being perfect so that everyone here stays happy alright?" you nod. "and i told you to stop calling me that."

"i-i apologize my-sorry um, Anul."

Anul grins and shifts his body to sit upwards, "good, now come here." he motions to his lap and you sigh, as of the past few weeks this was common as well. he pats his thigh impatiently and you smooth down your skirt to move towards him. his arms are around you before you can even make it on him, his nose grazing your neck, "mm, perfect, all mine, so perfect."

you sigh again and fold your hands over your lap, you wouldn't deny this prince was comfortable to sit on but it was not only highly unprofessional but horribly nerve racking.

you were just glad nobody was in here to see it.

and just then a knock came from the door. you scramble to move but Anul hold on fast, "come in." his voice was like murky water compared to how he was speaking to you before.

another servant maid opens the door, looking at your turned down face for a moment before adressing her reason for being here. "uhm, [Name] has been requested in the chambers by Ms. Jalei just for a quick meeting." Ms. Jalei was the head of all thr maids in the palace.

Anul looks bored at her. "She's busy." and quickly turns back to you, but the maid hasnt left yet.

she clears her throat again, "it's umh, it's urgent." she say looking at you and the man, his arms tighten around your waist. "[Name]? what should i do? seems likes there another pest trying to disturb our peace. number, 1-1,000" the maid freezes up, even she knew was this meant.

your eyes went wide as you looked at him, god not this again. "I-I don't want her to get hurt."

"Oh how sweet. Don't worry she won't feel a thing." Anul smiles devilishly. The maid looks ready to cry.

You turned between them, you hears what happened with the other guy, you didn't know who this was but you certianly didn't want her to get hurt, not because she f you anyways.

"w-what can i do? to fix it, i don't think she deserves such a punishment. it's me there asking for anyways, so what should i do?" you pleaded.

that caught his attention, "What you can do...?" He thought for a moment, "You. Get out."

The door was such in seconds.

"ya' know ever since i've met you [Name] i've just been so much better, i'd really love it if you gave me a kiss. I think i deserve it dont you?"

you gulped, you saw something like this coming, you were prepared. you gave a small okay and Anul shifted so you were sitting on his crotch rather than his lap. "okay here i go." and placed the tiniest contact on his lips he almost missed it.

he blinked, "what was that."

"well, i just kisses you my prince. as you requested."

"that wasn't a kiss."

"well—" you don't get a chance to answer as he cups your mouth with his, your tounge sliding on the roof of his mouth, by the time he's finished you can barely breath. his hands had someway crawled themselves onto your side and he found himself craving you, needing you carnally and more than ever. he lets go.

"that was a kiss, and don't make me teach you again."