#Yandere thoguhts

[urprettylildoe]

people like yandere gardener didn't get to complain about their lack of privileges. It's all people like him had.

so when his friend told him about a rich lady looking for a gardener for her house, the opportunity was too good not to pass up.

Upon reaching the estate, the first thing he noticed was that it was huge. It stood lavish and imposing, flanked by stone gates. Lush green lawns surrounded the area, dotted with flower beds.

If his breath wasn't taken away then, it sure was when a soft voice spoke behind him.

"Hi!" he turned his head to see you; a stunning woman dressed elegantly and adorned in luxury — the definition of class. "you must be the gardener we hired."

Ah, you were the one who hired him (his friend had spoken to you prior, but he hadn't met you in person before).

He found himself smiling warmly, fidgeting with his collared shirt, wondering if you noticed how it was slightly ripped at the hem. "Yes, ma'am, that's me."

"Oh, you don't know how much of a relief it was to finally find a good gardener. It means a lot for you take up the job," you were practically bouncing on your toes with barely-restrained delight.

Damn, he sure did win the lottery with this one. Nice paying job and a gorgeous lady-?

All the illusion was shattered when a deep, authorative voice spoke behind.

"There you are, sweetie. I was wondering where you went," a mature, wealthy-looking man wrapped an arm around you.

The young gardener's face drained of all colour when you cuddled into him, a dreamy smile on your lips that was reserved just for the intruder. It seemed like had spoken too soon for his own good.

"Darling, this is the gardener i was telling you about." you looped your arm through your husband's.

It seemed like yandere gardener had a thorn in his side. But he was never one to let precious things slip through his fingers. So in front of your husband, he nodded his head in respect.

You showed him around the garden, rambling on and on. It wasn't't everyday that he'd find a lady as sweet as you to work for. Nowadays, they all curled their lips in disdain at anyone who they couldn't leech off of for their money.

But you? Never you.

Always bringing him inside, offering him a cold beverage, smiling all pretty. C'mon baby, don't you know that you're practically begging him to take what he wants?

He decided to test the waters one day, see if you would reciprocate. He comes in, sweaty and chest bared as usual, while you're sat down on the plush couch flipping through a magazine.

You look up, asking: "oh, you're done already?"

Stretching, he sauntered over to you, "yeah, nothing too hard for little ol' me." that comment made you laugh, your eyes squinting adorably and making his jeans awfully tight.

Sometimes, when your husband's away, he imagines what life would be if he was yours. Coming home from his fancy job, kissing you senseless and cuddling up to you.

A man could only dream. But he's spent all his life dreaming, so is it really wrong to turn this one into reality?

"Here; let me pour you a drink"

His fingertips brushed your arm as you pour him a drink, a spark sizzling between both of you. Yet, you continued to hand him the cup. You were so loyal to an undeserving man it hurt.

He knew that your relationship seemed to be good — always all over each other. Still, you could be going through something far worse behind closed doors.

So, he'll bid his time, then sweep you off your feet.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The house was busy as usual, but not for the same reasons.

Your cheeks were stained with fresh tears, usual attire swapped out for black clothes. Your mother-in-law, equally devastated, tried to console you, but something tells you it wouldn't heal the wound burnt into your chest.

Blunt force trauma resulting from a fall down the stairs.

Your thoughts were jumbled. Your heart was heavy. It was too much. How could you have let this happen? How did you not notice him while he was asleep? Were you such a horrible wife not to hear him fall? How-

"Ma'am?"

You looked up to see the gardener. Somehow, amidst your weeping, you had found yourself back inside the house. His face was softened in concern, and his shaggy hair hung over his eyes.

Sniffling: "yes, yes, i'm fine."

Silence hung in the air afterwards. You didn't fool him. A beat later, " no, you're not."

Unable to hold it all in, your tears spilled over your cheeks once again. "Sobs ripped harshly from your throat.

Too grief-ridden to notice the way his arms wrapped around you so intimately, or how he smiled against his hair, cooing over your state and hushing you. Too vunerable to even refuse his wandering touch.

The days after that were a blur. At times, you were angry at the world. Other times, you were wallowing in your room, curled up on your shared bed. Even too tired to even cry some days.

But he was there. Caring. Hovering. Loving.

He picked you back up on your feet, holding you at rock bottom, reassuring you. It felt rationalised in his mind, almost like a partner comforting his husband. You were too depressed to even pay any mind to him or even assume that he was doing this out of anyone but sympathy,

"Why do you stick around?" You asked one day. Your voice was hoarse, nose runny and eyes puffy. "I appreciate you caring for me but there's no need — you don't get paid enough to do this."

Sitting in your bed, he smiled fondly and brushed a hair out of your face. It was cute how you thought he was in it for the money. "I don't need to get paid to take care of you, ma'am." A pause. "You're already doing enough by letting me stay here with you."

You were so oblivious. You didn't need to know about that his death wasn't exactly an accident. More like a push in the right direction to put it simply.

And when you begin to heal from the tender wounds, he'll glue the pieces of your heart back together in the places he wants them to be. He'll take care of you.

Yandere gardener who every day when he watches you sleep justifies his actions by reminding himself that your late husband didn't deserve all of this wealth and a loving wife.

He did.

[t3ddyd0ll]

thinking about thomas with a darling with stockholm syndrome- so they've become kinda clingy and very obedient and he loves it so much he just keeps spoiling them and lovin on them- and it makes darling so much WORSE!!

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Some thoguhts ☝️ I’m a sucker for massive size differences and also when the one in question that’s built like a brick wall is infact the himbo yandere. Maybe in action it’s not very interesting, but the thought of not being able to escape, not because you can’t outsmart or outwit him; but because you’re just so physically overwhelmed?? You’re practically smothered by his warm, bulky body every waking moment. Lathed in kisses and affection you don’t want. Sex leaves you stupid for the rest of the day. His arms alone are like massive weights on your waist.

And the worst part is! He’s not even an asshole! Sure, other bulky guys are aware of their muscles and bulging veins, and they have an absolute field day with that knowledge. But your yandere is huge.. and he has 0 awareness of it. It’s not malicious or manipulative, he’s just a guy who loves you a whole lot!

And yeah, You can whale on the locks, claw up the fence and run like hell, but he he just jogs after you at a light pace, swoops you up, and tosses you back over his broad shoulder in seconds, all in his boxers and sandals. You can’t even hit or scream or bite, because when your fists still and your ragged breathing tires, you find that his thick chest absorbed all your punches, and all he has to give is a kiss on the cheek and a soft spoken; ‘is it that time of month again babe :( ?’ RAGGHH im gonna go crazy

👀 why did I like this so much?

I LOVE bulky men, the way their body immediately shrunkens you (independently of your size or height).

My mind goes to forced cuddling cause his arms feel so damn heavy and warm around you, there's not a chance of you moving without him allowing you so.

And there's something about it being a really naive and love-struck yandere who really doesn't want to hurt you - even if he easily could. He's like a puppy, he just wants your love.

I even see him creating a home gym so he can convince you to work out with him, he can even create you a workout rotine and he'll even help you with your exercises.

I need this yandere in my life (except the working out part) 😂

[peachesyeo]

obsession ── yechan bestfriend

💌 parings: bestfriend!yechan x gn!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: mentions of junghoon, mentions of killing.   💌 word count: 0.6k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

how long have you known yechan for?

you held up the banner of his name, cheering as the performance ended. at the ending pose, your eyes met, and you can see his eyes lit up in surprise.

your ending fairy! you mouthed, and he gave you a wink, before turning his attention back to the camera. you see yechan poking his own cheeks, acting cute as his other members laughed, surrounding him.

you've known yechan for a pretty long time. since the both of you were in diapers. his mother and yours were best friends, thus they have been setting the both of you up on playdates.

even though both of you were of the same age, you couldn't help but feel as though yechan is your little brother. the group started interacting with the fans, and you followed both yours and yechan's mother, walking towards him.

"my son is so cool!" you giggled as yechan's mother pinch yechan's cheeks, cooing as the poor boy blushed profusely. "talented rapper indeed!"

"eomma!" you hear yechan say, and got distracted as someone tapped on your shoulder. you turned around to see junghoon grinning at you. "hey."

"hey!" your eyes brightened. junghoon was a friend you know from young too, though the both of you weren't as close as you with yechan. "i've seen your stage! your performance was on fire!"

"thanks!" junghoon replied, his face working to make a smile. you laughed, junghoon didn't have much expressions, and you remembered overhearing their manager advising junghoon to practice making different expressions in the mirror for at least one hour during one of your visits to their company to pick up yechan with his mother. "well, good luck!"

"what are the both of you talking about?" you feel someone standing behind you, but relaxed as soon as you heard yechan's voice. "i wanna know too."

however, from junghoon's point, yechan was glaring at him, his eyes warning him to stay away from you. junghoon raised a brow, his eyes slightly widening as he read the silent threat from yechan.

stay away, hyung, or i'll kill you.

yechan was slightly taller than you, so it looked as though he was back hugging you. from the way the lighting fall, yechan's face slowly sink into the shadows, giving junghoon a dangerous vibe.

"well, my friend, see you around." junghoon emphasise hard on the word friend, gave you a tiny smile, then quickly turned.

"oh, bye." you blinked, but your thoughts were soon cleared as yechan spinned you around, giving you a quick hug and pulling away.

"i thoguht you say you couldn't make it?" yechan asked. you laughed, ruffling his hair. "how can i miss my best friend's debut stage?" you said, as yechan pouted. "you worked so hard for this, and i'm so proud of you!"

"will you be coming to any of our fan signs later?" yechan grabbed your hand off his hair and was now playing with your fingers. you nodded. "of course! i pre-ordered your posters..."

yechan watch you babble on, his excited heart finally at peace. you were here for him, you cared for him, and that's all he needed. his eyes darted around the people to see no one paying attention to them, and on junghoon, who seemed to be in a conversation with hyunwoo.

he wasn't kidding when he said he'll kill junghoon.

his eyes landed back onto you, still talking about how much you love their debut song. how much yechan wish you could only keep your attention to him and just him. he don't want you to notice anyone else. he don't mind you being a solo stan who doesn't care about the rest of the group.

but it's okay. he gripped your fingers, continuing to smile as you were now complimenting his stylists.

you're not just only just a best friend to him.

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[tmwcs]

DAM BRO ALL OF YOUR SERIES IS REALLY DARK AND KIND OF CREEPY AND F' UP........AND I LOVE EVERY SINGLE BIT OF IT. THE LORE THE OBSESSION ROMANCE AND *I'M GOING TO SAY IT* THE FORCED SEX. IDONT KNO HOW YOU MAKE NON CONSETING SEX LOOK SO GOOD BUT EVERYTIME I READ YOUR STUFF I ACTUALY FIND MYSELF WISHING I REALLY WAS THE MAINE READER.....LIKE I NEVER THOGUHT I WOULD ACTUALLY TELL MYSELF "I WANT ENHA TO GET ROUGH WITH ME" OF COURSE YOU MAKE IT CONSENTING TOWARDS THE END BUT DAMN.....THAT SHIT IS .....LIKE ITS HOT AND I'M CONFLICTED BUT I AINT COMPLAINING. KUDOS TO YOU.

weeeeeeeeelllllll lol thank you very much. I am flattered, i hope you arent' feeling toooo conflicted. yes, alot of my smut is non/dub con but also straight up consensual, i just like to stir things up a bit. but also bc its one of the major yandere traits in all the male leads, its like....every character is going to have their own flaw.....and that's pretty much the flaw of every male lead....maybe with some additives (such as TO). but i am glad to hear you enjoy the content, have you read every series? TO is really coming along, about to post chapter 3 and 4. <3

[elonmusksdickcheese]

Yall can write about abuse/r*pe/etc.. no one can truly stop you but, like if you don't know how to write it in a respectful and non-fetshizey way ,you shouldn't write it at all.

[kurtty-drabbles]

The more, the merrier part3(Columbina´s arrival)

@djinmer4

N/A: I love this idea of Freelance!Kitty.

The Gotham News´s building is the home of one of the greatest journalist minds. That is what J.J Perry likes to think, lately, it seems the youth is not really kin with the old-fashioned journalism, so, J.J. Perry opens (in the hope to gain the young people´s money and attention) a contest in the social media searching for the new columnist.

J.J.Perry couldn´t predict, who would gain the most attention and what text would be such a hit. Vera Sweet, his second in command(non-official yet) admit this text is really bold.

"You have any idea of what this text could be?" J.J. Perry asked in awe at such well-written words.

The person in question just shrugs as if it was n´t a big deal.

"Miss Pryde, would like to be your freelance writer?"

"Are you guys paying me?"

" Don´t you want to work for the passion for this noble profession?"

"NO, I´m here for the money"

"Well, we can pay you"

And this solidifies her new job. A freelance for Gotham News. It is far different from the Hartz, but, Kitty is hardly someone to cry over the past. People in the Gotham news varies to friendly, to too friendly and too unfriendly.

Her first article, unknowingly to Kitty, got attention from all different sources. Her first article was a review about the "infamous" TV show called, Marylin, with two columns of text one saying "why" and the other saying "God is dead".

The show was famous for being terrible, awful in many regards, however, no one dares to say anything as is a property of the Wallen´s studios(something that is under the Falcone´s belt) and was, at first, free of any bad review, now Kitty´s text open doors to many critics and people say what they thought about this show.

On the ninth season, the show was cancelled as people were getting tired of the emotional blackmail. The actors, screenwriters and any staff member have mixed feeling about this situation. One person feels stronger than the others.

A month passed by ad the Wallen´s studios are trying to promote new materials. Falcone alone is not enough to save them from bankruptcy.

Columbina, finally getting a day off. Is doing what she loves the best. Navigates in this odd city and having fun, but Gotham is Gotham and sure enough in her neighbourhood, a trail of blood is easily spotted.

"Oh, no, what is this time?" Columbina asked herself with the fake accent(is a poor imitation of Kurt´s accent, at least, he likes the effort) imaginable.

The trail of blood stopped on the stairs of her small apartment and a shiver went down her spine. Her hammer(Betty) is ready to kick any ass. She went inside the apartment, only to find a note saying that "Kitty Pryde is better to be on the abandoned carnival or else things "

"Only in this city" Kitty clung her tongue and dial to a certain someone.

The abandoned carnival is something that was forgotten by the government and the criminals love to use for a quick nap, revenge plan or hideout.

"It is hard to think this used to be popular," thought Kitty and finally enter in the first attraction, long forgotten by the time, of this hellish land. It was a hunted house in a wrecked state.

Kitty would disregard but she heard muffins coming from the house. Entering, Kitty saw one of the actors of the show "Marilyn" tied up and fearful for his own life.

"Don´t worry, the chivalry is ...coming," Columbina said freeing the man found disjointed in the hero role. The man spurs nonsense about "she" gone mad and run like the devil.

"what?" Kitty asked feeling nauseated as the sound of a gun is heard from the other attraction, the famous mirror house. It was, in the past, very popular, but now is in complete decay.

The house gives a sinister vibe easily without the gun´s sound. Now the eerily giggles echoing from the attraction extended the creepiness. Kitty follows the giggles through the mirrors, until...

"I was expecting Kitty Pryde, not Columbina, or you are Kitty Pryde or you are a really noisy person?" the red hair dressed in a dress from the 50´s has a gun pointed to Kitty and another to another actor tied up, the man was dressed in the an old style and is crying his heart out.

"Wait, you are M.J Watson, right?" Columbina said thinking on what to do. Bullets can´t hurt her...but the man can be killed. "You are Marylin from the "Marylin" show, right?"

"No, I´m Marylin. " The woman said in a dry tone, " Kitty Pryde write mean things about me and I want retribution."

"Sure, is the only logical and polite thing to do, and I can make Kitty do that right way, but first...you need to let Roger" that was the name of Marylin´s love interest in the show "go, this is between girls, no boys allowed"

M.J Watson lowers the gun at Roger and asked in the Roger if he loves her. This scene is so similar on the first episode on the second season, Kitty remembers, and now points guns to Columbina.

"Are just us girls," M.J said and shoot at the woman. The bullet merely phased through her and Kitty run to crash at the red hair. Phasing them to the next mirror.

The red hair is confused as what happened.

"This is not a show, M.J, and not always life will be as kinder with you as it is with Marylin," Kitty told her kicking MJ´s guns and now they are in the last mirror. A normal one that shows who you truly are.

"You can´t be Marylin. You can´t be in a show forever" Kitty told and finalise "you can only be M.J"

The red hair looks at the big mirror crestfallen at the reflection in front of her.

"But... I don´t want to be M.J, she is weak and abused. Marylin is perfect, why can I be Marylin?" the red hair crash on the floor sobbing " I want to be Marylin, not M.J"

Columbina looks at the woman in front of the mirror.  

"Marylin is not a perfect character, she is a one-dimensional character that has everything handed on a silver plate, however, M.J may be flawed but she is a human and person that is more interesting to write, no, more interesting to know M.J"

"She is? no one seemed to think that, nor my father, mother or friends"

"Some people can be cruel, and try to break your spirit but it is worth to be you, not be someone else."

"You think that?"

"Yeah, you are M.J"

The police´s siren ring loud and M.J is scared. Columbina put her hand on her shoulder to calm down.

"The first pass to be M.J, a real person is to let go of the one dimensional Marylin, small steps" Kitty gently tone and M.J nods weakly.

Later, the media goes crazy as the actress M.J goes arrest for her breakdown. The media also goes crazy with Dark Claw arriving(late) and Nightcreeper to talk with Columbina(it was just Nightcreeper for now)

"Oh, Liebling," Nightcreeper said putting his boa on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Am I a terrible person?"

Nightcreeper hugs Columbina promising she is not. There´s no way she could a bad person.

The reporters, journalist are taking pictures and taking interviews with all involved. One reporter is taking pictures of Columbina and Nightcreeper clearly not pleased with the sight.

"Fuck creepy" thought Cord.