DISCLAIMER- I do not condone or encourage many of the inquiries written In this blog. What I write is purely fictional and a space for trembling ideas. If any men or anyone display the behaviors or actions relating to my work RUN AND DONT LOOK BACK (and of course call the police)
I started this blog as an outlet for my own ideas but also a base for those whose fandom's could fit in a bus. I am willing to do my individual research, but of course, won't hold myself accountable if I don't represent the characters down to the T ( I certainly will try my best ^^). However, there are bigger fandoms I'll right for those, including:
Tw: NSFW!manipulation,gaslighting,dub-con, mind-control, blood, mild mention of alcohol, borderline "pet" play (but not really), and absolutely a toxic relationship
Vaguely inspired by this post made by @eldritchpotato
If you like women who could split a city with their thighs, you've come to the right place
YandereVampire- Who was by far the scariest woman you had ever laid eyes on; the embodiment of a 'thin veil between fear and desire'
She was a regular at the bar you worked in. A sight to see every night with her cherry lips, broad shoulders, and hands that looked ready to squeeze someone dead.
YandereVampire-Who kept her eyes on you from across the bar, following you with a piercing glare. You attempted to keep your composure, silencing whatever brain critters itched you to look at her.
YandereVampire- Who crushed men's egos for fun with her freckled arms and bulging biceps.
YandereVampire-Who always stayed till closing hours on purpose, caging you with her perseverance.
YandereVampire- Who had never spoken to you till tonight, usually exchanging chatter with one of the servers instead.
A confident request leaving her lips in a chirp "A bloody vodka, extra 'blood' "
YandereVampire- Who has the most intense yet beautiful eyes you have ever seen, a mix of gold and brown rust clashing together in the harmony of her irises.
YandereVampire- Who downs her drink in a mean gulp, setting down the glass with an ironic delicacy .
YandereVampire-Who watches you stumble with a bottle, tripping on your own feet until it lands you on the counter with a bust. Broken glass everywhere and your blood dripping onto the bar in striped drips.
YandereVampire- Who gulps at the sight, staring at your pained expression and the flush at your cheeks.
YandereVampire-Who reaches for your hand, engulfing her large palm around your own to pull you forward.
YandereVampire-Who makes you stiffen at her touch, your soul threatening to exit your body in embarrassment once her tongue met your bloody fingers.
YandereVampire- Who watched you panic for lingering eyes but knew that aside from the two of you. There were only a couple of mindless drunks who wouldn't remember a thing by time the sun-rised.
YandereVampire- Who fiddled with your fingers tenderly, licking around the cuts with a tender suckle. Her eyes morphed into a stranger color as they looked into yours. A invisible force keeping you firmly planted to the floor.
YandereVampire- Who threw you a playful wink, sucking the remains and releasing them with an audible 'flwop'. Only to reveal that, the cuts that once tore your skin were completely gone.
YandereVampire- Who licked her lips in an unvoiced good-bye, leaving you breathless and flustered with the courtesy of a hefty tip
YandereVampire- Who you slowly started talking to every day, her deep gaze peeling your elaborate layers like scissors to paper. Her rich Spanish accent floating around you with a casual "Hey, there pet. "
It was a jittery nickname, one she gave you at your contemplating compliance.
Was it lust or fear ?
YandereVampire-Who finally opened up to you about her abilities, not all, but kept her history and the origin of her mysterious existence locked in tight. She always avoided the topic when you asked, marking it as a 'pity story' and times not worth remembering. You didn't press her, basking in her company and the mundane beauty of her presence.
YandereVampire-Whose bed you ended up on one foggy night, knees to your chest and a hand gnawing at the sheets in pleasure. Her rough fingers fucking themselves in and out of your pussy at a speed not humanly achievable.
YandereVampire-Who eats pussy like a starving mad-man, her tongue on a mission to reach for places your own fingers couldn't possibly manage. Who liked to moan into your dripping pussy, lifting her blood-draining gaze to watch as you tremble and squirm under her expert tongue.
YandereVampire- Who uses her ability to pin you down, much like she did the first time at the bar ; she didn't use it often, but she couldn't have you panicking. However, instead of keeping your feet in place, it held your head down, arms tucked bacwards, and ass in the air with your back, practically making a polished "C." Her fingers knuckle deep inside, head tilted next to your ear in teasing coes.
"Be a good pet and keep still, m'yeah."
YandereVampire- Who refers to you as pet , but knows deep down you're much more than that. Refusing to directly drink from you out of caution, soliciting your touch, keeping you close and held at night even though she doesn't need sleep (though she spends the majority of it watching you rest, and nestle into her embrace.)
YandereVampire-Who is there whenever and every single time you need her. Another clumsy injury ? she's there to lick it all better with her magical tongue. A man at the bar harassing you ? Don't worry 'your pretty little head about it,' she tells you, and you don't, knowing that she always takes care of it.
YandereVampire- Who makes people disappear, simple and done. You don't often question it, at first, but after a while your pumping heart and wandering mind peak from the dark in judgment. Asking and throwing anxious questions on why exactly anytime you open your mouth to complain. The very next day, that person has basically evaporated to distant clouds.
You can no longer turn blinds eye and get wary. Although when you question it, there's no true response. YandereVampire, who solves it with a smile, a kiss on your forehead and a whisper at your ear, suddenly It all feels better. Like the anxiety latching onto your heart was replaced with a warm pillow.
YandereVampire- Who you could never stay mad at, every time you would even attempt it, a touch or a few words had you back to a contempt state. Sometimes, if you focused hard enough, you could hear a bubble of ancient words unraveling around as she did. She always joked it was the scent of alcohol and musky men getting to you, and you always chuckled, telling her she was probably right with a caged sixth sense that she wasn't.
YandereVampire-Who keeps you nice and dazed with her touch.Could be as simple as a trace of her patchy fingers against your soft skin or a long savory lap at your clit. Both have you completely limp , craving it at a rate that just couldn't be normal.
It soon clicks in your head that something is certainly wrong. Nothing around you was normal after she came into your life. She had absorbed the entirety of it, you spent more time between her velvet sheets then at work at this point, and it was begging to feel imprisoning.
You nervously bring it up to her after a good night together. Your head planted on her bare chest while her sharp nails make circles around your back. "I was thinking , maybe I should..y'know. Sleep at my place tonight?"YandereVampire, who tensed at your nudging , putting your body in a grasp that had the once warm pillow engulfing your heart, turn into a bolling cloud.
YandereVampire- Who snaked her fingers under your jaw, forcing your dilating gaze to her own? "Why would you wanna do that ? there's no better place than here.'With me.' And just like that, her poisoned whispers entered,"it's warm,safe,-comforting and yours ;and yours alone."
YandereVampire-Who kept her nails trailing at your back, with an uncanny intensity. Not that you would notice ,not when the boiling cloud had turned back to the warm pillow you loved , it just needed a little fixing.
YandereVampire-Who slowly trapped you in a cage , not the dark dusted kind but a glass cage , with sunshine, birds , and wind all outside mocking at you while you attempted an out. But just like before , anytime a protest left your lips , a new careful whisper entered your ear. Setting you back at peace,in fact,you were so peaceful that work hadn't seen you in months , and apparently, it didn't have to. Because according to your fanged lover , you had quit a few months back,a thing you didn't have a single recollection of doing.
Just like every night after a day of books ,tea,snacks, and nothing else. You crawled into bed with her, allowing the fingers that used to only lick you tenderly completely swallow you, closing your eyes in hopes one day they spat you back out.
YandereVampire-Who likes to whisper into your hair while you sleep, plastering your forming cracks with bloody mud.
And you who let her, hanging onto that warm pillow and the little sunshine that mellowed around the glass cage.
For those who like the kind of men that deserve to be punching bags
TW: NSFW ,stalking , mild knife play, degradation, mentions of murder, drugging , kidnapping and everything "nice"
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was patrolling for his next victim, ready to see the life drain from another pair of teary eyes.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who is handsome, notably covered in lean muscle, a stance that exceeded confidence and a face surely sculpted by god himself. He wasn't just looks , and he knew it. He enjoyed old english literature, he ran and hiked religiously, he pre-planned and cooked all his meals,and he listened ; far too well at times.Smart too.Top of his class in college and a proud valedictorian in high school. A total fucking steal , with a charm that knew how to get under thick layers.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who had no reason to kill just entertainment and a hunger for cruelty. Who wouldn't be seen pleading for his life if he ever got caught , he found those who did pathetic. Why apologize for putting art into the world ? That's what he considered himself , an artist of sorts.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew in an instant you would be his next doll. An ordinary girl with a seemingly boring life who fit right in with the crowd. As far as ancient tales go, things that blend in are not easily traced when gone.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who followed you home every day , your day to day routine proving him right. You were worthless , another little ant trying to find a treasure to feed on. One that would never come , your life was in his hands ,and he planned to toy with it.
Yandere-Serialkiller-Who officially met you at the grocery store, in the middle of your shift , politely picking up a product you had dropped ; ensuring your fingers brushed together as he handed it to you.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who hit you with one of his infamous body melting smiles, as he spoke of a "you're welcome" to your timid 'thank you'. Slyly, looking you up and down, admiring the way your figure so shamelessly called for him "So what's your name, clumsy girl."
Even the way he mocked you was tentative , the silly pet name crawling at you
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew exactly what he was doing with his 'mr nice guy' act. Who raised his eyebrow at your quick, "I'm very particular about giving my name to strangers." Of course, you were only half-joking , but he was quick to retaliate.
"Dont be so cruel, we can always change that."
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who already knew your full name , your address, and your number. But still asked for it with a candid glimmer in his eyes and that virile tone of his.
"I'm on the hour," you said, a smile of your own plastered on your lips. "Lucky for you , i'm no snitch." his voice low and coated with rotten honey as he stepped closer.
How could you resist ? His charm being beyond slippery wasn't a joke , it was intelligent and played extra well with the stroking rasp in his voice.The kind most fantasized about groaning at their ear.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who only let two days pass before he was asking you on a date. Telling you he was willing to plan around your heavy work schedule.
You were ecstatic , so excited at the fact someone had finally taken interest in you.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who thought you looked so good in your dress,a complete contrast to your bland uniform. Who felt the tiniest pinch at his heart , at just how happy you looked , how desperate were you really ?
Yandere-Serialkiller- Who acted like a true gentle man.Opening the car door , pulling out a chair for you , asking you all the right questions and giving all the right answers.The list went on ,he was doing a exemplary job at getting on your 'take home list' , what you didn't know is that he would be the last on the list.
Yandere-Serialkiller- Who captured you with his lips , inhaling you in as you attempted to open your apartment door. Who wrapped your legs around him , his fingers at the back of your scalp tugging you closer. Noses all smushed together in passion having a make-out of their own; tongues greeting each other in cold lust.
He was devouring you , clouding your senses like the predator he is.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who fucked you so good that you were seeing the moon and the stars , his fat cockhead hitting that spot you liked in a way that had your body churning.Slamming himself in and out with a precision that felt criminal.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was now plunging into you like no one had before, his large hand around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His hips meeting your ass with a vicious tempo "Holy fuck, you and this pussy." He groaned next to your ear, taking in the feeling of your pussy dripping down his balls. He had you exactly how he wanted you fucked out, crying, and clueless.
"It might just save you." He cooed with not a ounce care if you heard , but his inching threat was easily muffled by the sounds of your pleasured moans.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who essentially fucked you to sleep , kissing your forehead like the sadistic fuck wasn't planning to cut you open in a few minutes .
"It's a shame, what I have to do now." He whispered into your skin, a teasing pout at his full lips. Truly it was , you were pretty and a great fuck.But he had the ability , to make you would look so much prettier , adorned with white ribbon around your sliced limbs.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who let you sleep just a little longer than the others . Watching the way your chest lifted and caved with every breath. It made him wonder , if you were worth conserving not wanting to drain the color from your rosy face just yet.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who woke you up with gentle taps on your cheek.Whatever was touching your face was cold and flat. You who greeted him with a smile as you began to stiffen from limb to limb.The flashing memory of his lips against yours and his cock assaulting your g-spot putting a grin on your face.
That glint in your eyes, turning into one of absolute horror.Your grin wiping off clean , at the realization.-You weren't in your bed anymore , nor did you recognize where you were. Your memory now turned hasty, and the ache in your limbs conciously apparant, you couldn't move-why couldn't you move.
" Finally, you're awake , I missed those gorgeous eyes."
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who made you watch as he prepped his tools , doing it slowly just to watch the panic rise across your pained features "Whats wrong , baby? Thought you liked surprises."
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was ready to cut you open , and peak inside. Inching towards your face only to lick the tears off your face with a delighted hum.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who watched you tremble and sob. Your eyes following the blade, which surfaced your skin like sharpened feather , getting steeper and steeper. The blade was threatening to bite, and pretty soon, it would.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who just couldn't bring himself to slit your throat without a last-goodbye, your soft cries making his dick hard all over gain.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who untied you after a mental discussion with what he referred to as his other self. A self that was passive and tranquil for the most part , the self that decided he would spare you from his blade, only to settle on using you. He was a self-ish being with no guilt factor ; the best of both worlds.
After all , you did give some killer blow jobs
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who threw you off the table onto the floor with a single shove.The tranquilizer he had injected you with while fucking you from the back ,was doing its job exceptionally well. You couldn't move ,especially not when fear was consuming you , striking you nerve to nerve like a rabid animal.
"Let me make you a deal , suck my cock good enough, and maybe-just maybe I'll let you go"
Newflash, he was bluffing big time , worst part you knew it. But just like he had asked , with limp muscles and fat tears.You parted your lips, letting him slide himself past them with ease . His muscular thighs serving as your support and your demise.
"There you go , like a true slut."
Who knows perhaps he could keep you instead ,he never had a pet growing up.They had the tendency to mysteriously go missing.
For those who like the kind of men that deserve to be punching bags
TW: NSFW ,stalking , mild knife play, degradation, mentions of murder, drugging , kidnapping and everything "nice"
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was patrolling for his next victim, ready to see the life drain from another pair of teary eyes.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who is handsome, notably covered in lean muscle, a stance coated in exceeded confidence and a face surely sculpted by the virtue of god himself. He wasn't just looks, and he knew it. He enjoyed old english literature, he ran and hiked religiously, he pre-planned and cooked all his meals, and he listened; far too well at times.Smart, too. Top of his class in college and a proud valedictorian in high school. A total fucking steal, with a charm that knew how to get under thick layers.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who had no reason to kill just entertainment and a hunger for cruelty. Who wouldn't be seen pleading for his life if he ever got caught, he found those who did pathetic. Why apologize for putting art into the world ? That's what he considered himself, an artist of sorts.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew in an instant you would be his next doll. An ordinary girl with a seemingly boring life who fit right in with the crowd. As far as ancient tales go, things that blend in are not easily traced when gone.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who followed you home every day, your day to day routine proving him right. You were worthless, another little ant trying to find a treasure to feed on. One that would never come, your life was in his hands and he planned to toy with it.
Yandere-Serialkiller- Who officially met you at the grocery store, in the middle of your shift, politely picking up a product you had dropped; ensuring your fingers brushed together as he handed it to you.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who hit you with one of his infamous body melting smiles, as he spoke of a "you're welcome" to your timid 'thank you'. Slyly, looking you up and down, admiring the way your figure so shamelessly called for him. "So what's your name, clumsy girl."
Even the way he mocked you was tentative, the silly pet name crawling at you.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew exactly what he was doing with the 'mr nice guy' act. Who raised his eyebrow at your quick, "I'm very particular about giving my name to strangers." Of course, you were only half-joking, but he was quick to retaliate.
"Dont be so cruel, we can always change that."
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who already knew your full name, your address, and your number. But still asked for it with a candid glimmer in his eyes and that virile tone of his.
"I'm on the hour," you said, a smile of your own plastered on your lips. "Lucky for you, i'm no snitch." his voice low and coated with rotten honey as he stepped closer.
How could you resist ? His charm being beyond slippery wasn't a joke. It was intelligent and played extra well with the stroking rasp in his voice. The kind most fantasized, especially someone as desperate as you about groaning at their ear.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who only let two days pass before he was asking you on a date. Persuading you with chivalry, telling you he was willing to plan around your heavy work schedule.
You were ecstatic, so excited at the fact someone had finally taken interest in you.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who thought you looked so good in your dress, a complete contrast to your bland uniform. Who felt the tiniest pinch at his heart, at just how happy you looked, how desperate were you really?
Yandere-Serialkiller- Who acted like a true gentle man. Opening the car door, pulling out a chair for you, asking you all the right questions and giving all the right answers. The list went on, he was doing a exemplary job at getting on your 'take home list', what you didn't know is that he would be your last.
Yandere-Serialkiller- Who captured you with his lips, inhaling you in as you attempted to open your apartment door. Who wrapped your legs around him, his fingers at the back of your scalp tugging you closer. Noses all smushed together in passion having a make-out of their own; tongues greeting each other in cold lust.
He was devouring you, clouding your senses like the predator he is.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who fucked you so good that you were seeing the day and night all at once, his fat cockhead hitting that spot you liked in a way that had your body churning. Slamming himself in and out with a precision that felt criminal.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was now plunging into you like no one had before, his large hand around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His hips meeting your ass with a vicious tempo "Holy fuck, you and this pussy." He groaned next to your ear, taking in the feeling of your pussy dripping down his balls. He had you exactly how he wanted you fucked out, crying, and clueless.
"It might just save you." He cooed with not a ounce care if you heard, but his inching threat was easily muffled by the sounds of your own ecstasy.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who essentially fucked you to sleep, kissing your forehead like the sadistic fuck wasn't planning to cut you open in a few minutes.
"It's a shame, what I have to do now." He whispered into your skin, a teasing pout at his full lips. Truly it was, you were exceptionally pretty and a great fuck. But he had the ability fix you, to make you look so much prettier, a true master piece involving white ribbon around your sliced flesh.
Yandere-SerialKiller-Who let you sleep just a little longer than the one's before you. Watching the way your chest lifted and caved with every breath. It made him wonder if you were worth conserving, not wanting to drain the color from your rosy face just yet.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who woke you up with gentle taps on your cheek. Whatever was touching your face was cold and flat. You who greeted him with a smile as you began to stiffen from limb to limb. The flashing memory of his lips against yours and his cock assaulting your g-spot putting a grin on your face.
That glint in your eyes, turning into one of absolute horror. Your grin wiping off clean, at the realization. You weren't in your bed anymore, nor did you recognize where you were. Your memory now turned hasty, and the ache in your limbs conciously apparant, you couldn't move-why couldn't you move.
" Finally, you're awake" his mockery covered every inch of your panicked body "-missed those gorgeous eyes."
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who made you watch as he prepped his tools, doing it slowly just to watch the panic rise across your pained features "Whats wrong, doll? Thought you liked surprises."
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was ready to cut you open, and take a peak inside. Inching towards your face only to lick the tears off your cheeks with a delighted hum.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who watched you tremble and sob. Your eyes following the blade, which surfaced your skin like sharpened feather, getting steeper and steeper. The blade was threatening to bite, and pretty soon, it would.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who just couldn't bring himself to slit your throat without a last-goodbye, your soft cries making his dick hard all over again.
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who untied you after a mental discussion with what he referred to as his other self. A self that was passive and tranquil for the most part, the self that decided he would spare you from his blade, only to settle on using you. He was a self-ish being with no guilt factor, the best of both worlds.
After all, you did give some killer blow jobs
Yandere-SerialKiller- Who threw you off the table onto the floor with a single shove. The tranquilizer he had injected you with while fucking you from behind, was doing its job exceptionally well. You couldn't move, especially not when fear was consuming you, striking you nerve to nerve like a rabid animal.
"Let me make you a deal, suck my cock good enough, and maybe-just maybe I'll let you go"
Newsflash, he was bluffing big time, worst part; you knew it. But just like he asked, with limp muscles and fat tears. You parted your lips, letting him slide himself past them with ease. His muscular thighs serving as your support and your demise.
"There you go, like a true slut."
Who knows perhaps he could keep you instead. He never had a pet growing up they had the tendency to mysteriously go missing.
TW: Stalking, unhealthy obsession, slight mention of blood, manipulation, corruption
Childhood best friend-Who had fallen in love with you since the first time he saw you. Declaring the moment as the beginning of your love story, a story he planned to tell at your wedding. Which if he could help it–would happen as soon as possible. The only problem being; he was 10, and you had no knowledge of his existence.
Childhood bestfriend-Who first saw you sitting on the trunk of a draping tree, quiet and peaceful, scribbling away with your scented markers. He could still remember the euphoric feeling, thinking he had spotted an angel whom was shown to him by divine intervention.
Childhood best-friend- Who would watch you from his window as you played with the other kids, hoping it was him, that way he could finally learn your name. But he couldn't. His piano instructor was waiting for him and how dare a child want to play marbles when the wonders of Chopin were awaiting.
'You're a Hale, and you will behave like one." He could hear his mother scolding him, lashing him with tempered expectations.
Childhood bestfriend-Who got his wish on a rainy day after he left his German language lecture. Sprawled out on the harsh concrete next to the pathway of his driveway, watching as crimson red oozed from the gash on his knee. However, just as he was about to stand up and walk it off, a hand appeared in front of him, and the face his eyes adjusted to was yours.
"Oh shucks, you're hurt-does it sting bad?" And there you were, rosy cheeks and big eyes looking down at him with soppy empathy.
Childhood bestfriend- Who didn't know what to say, his mother had cast him away from unnecessary distraction-depriving him of proper social interaction. He didn't say a word, but you were you, and by the time he came up with something, you were already on your knees. Blowing at his injury and gently wiping around it with a flower-printed tissue.
"My mommy does this when I get hurt, she says it will make it all better." And just like that with a girl-ish hum you were planting a soft peck above his knee, unknowingly giving him the final sign that you were his destiny.
Childhood-bestfriend-Who made sure you two became inseparable, spending every possible waking moment with you from when you were children to now. He found ways around his schedule, fit you into the tight cage they kept him in, and soon you had become part of it. Though you had delighted his mother all by yourself. That was your magic, being able to shine through the tiniest cracks with your soft light. Then you were a twinkle of light, now a star who was well settled into her twenties, and him there to feed his flesh with your addictive warmth.
Childhood bestfriend- Who plotted on you for years but somehow couldn't bring himself to confess. His love for you was so intense that it dug in his gut rather than this heart, it put doubt in his chest what if that intensity shined right through and blinded you away. Then he would have to do vile things, things that would make sure your glimmering horizon only had space for him. You were his diamond in a sea of pebbles, and he would be the keeper of your stone.
Childhood bestfriend-Who spends every second of the day thinking about you, what you're doing, what you're thinking, what you're wearing-it consumes him whole, and he can't seem to make it stop. So when you come to him, all happy and vibrant with the mentions of a 'cute' guy. There's a pulsing rage at his heart, one that makes his slender fingers itch to wrap around your throat in one big squeeze.
I mean for fuck's sake, wasn't he enough for you? Couldn't you tell that he was the one who deserved you.
Childhood bestfriend- Who has driven any minimal threat to your god sent destiny far, far....far away. The handsome guy you met at the library who asked you on a date? Well, he had a freak accident with a flight of stairs and couldn't show up. That boring Joe, you went on a date with and got all dolled up for? No problem, a day later he texted you with a bland 'We can't talk anymore, please don't try texting me again' and blocked you. Oh, and that pity of a boyfriend you got, yeah, that only lasted a week. He randomly ghosted you and deleted all his social media, leaving you with a 'stay away from me' after attempting to ask him what exactly had happened. You had done nothing wrong, right?
Childhood Bestfriend-Who was currently snuggled up to your sweet-scented hair, stroking and circling your back in comfort as you cried into his neck. That cute guy you spoke of, had ghosted you-what a asshole. Luckily for you, you had him. Someone who loved you so much it made his entire being ignite in painful flames, who would never dare to disappoint you. Someone you could seek when you most needed it, someone who would do anything for you and more.
He held you close, basking in victory, as his fingers rode over the valleys of your hair-softly hushing your sniffling cries.
"Be honest—do you think there's something wrong with me?" His eyebrows furrowed at your wobbly voice, looking down at you like you were the sky and the earth and everything in between.
"You're perfect, angel." He mumbled into the crown of your head, leaving a tender kiss at your forehead.
That you were, and the sooner you realized it, the sooner you would stop searching for something that was laying right beneath you. It would be a shame to keep causing you so much heartache, either way, you looked fucking devourable when you cried. And if this was the only way to keep you were need be, then he would wipe your tears again and again as many times as necessary.
Childhood bestfriend- Who knows you'll be his. he just has to pull you a little harder and pick you apart a little deeper.
You are his angel afterall, a gift sent out to him by destiny
Hear me out; cyberpunk yanderes with a country girl. "Wowzers, you've got titanium claws? You'd scratch more than a cat does in a year!"
Always too carefree and slow-paced, taking her sweet time when she walks about the city. She chatters on about how pretty the city's lighting is, but how it's oh-so-loud to a yandere who probably has watched his family die in front of him.
"Golly, glowin' tattoos? Yer like a lil firefly!"
Every absurd comparison makes them want to put her into somewhere deep and quiet, where no one but them will never lay their filthy eyes on her ever, ever again for all of time.
I love the way your brain works!! Like you need to start writing asap because I would EAT IT UP.
Extra points if she's just totally oblivious to all the crime Cyberpunk Yandere is involved in. Sees them disassembling a mega expensive and totally stolen super computer and she just rests her chin on their shoulder and is all "Wouldcha look at all them doohickies? You're right clever to know how these things work."
Cyberpunk Yandere ends up taking her with when they drop off biochem and drugs and she's all "You're a right social butterfly, aintcha? Can't believe you know all these fancy folk!"
And let's not forget, "Your friends are real nice but they should invite you in sometimes! My momma woulda given them a real earful for not offerin' you a drink."
Cyberpunk Yandere will take her for a drive on a stolen hovobike and she'll just cling to their jacket and remind them not to speed because her momma always said that safe drivers live to be old drivers.
She'll air out the rooms after they smoke and scold them for ruining their lungs, even if what they're smoking is premium grade cigars, stolen straight out of a rich guy's limo.
When the police question her, she's genuinely confused. Head tilted and telling them what a great guy Cyberpunk Yandere is and how she's honest to God never seen him do anything wrong.
dumbass boyfriend sukuna who's hands are too big for a phone so you get him an ipad with a sim card in it.
this man straight up whips out an ipad in public when he's grocery shopping and face times you to ask what brand of milk do you need or something. you've probably turned on a lot of accessibility tools as well for him (made the font size bigger especially). and no password for him because he finds it stupid and a waste of time. definitely uses the pre-installed photo-booth even though he never admits it.
you need to beg him to not carry his ipad on dates because he wants to take pictures of you, so he grumbles and takes your phone instead. again, hands too big to click on the shutter button so you invest in a tripod/selfie stick with those button photo clickers on it so he uses that to take photos of you. demands you share every single picture with him, even the blurry or "bad" ones. fascinated by airdrop (if you have an ios)
Imagine being in a fancy restaurant with your 6'7 hunk of a boyfriend , and his pulling out a giant ass iPad to take barely visible pictures (he accidentally takes live photos instead LMAO 😭💀)
How would the yandere boys act with a reader that has body dysphoria? A reader who starves herself (I’m going through a hard moment and really wanted to know how they wound react, I wanted, you know, some comfort maybe-)
Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I know exactly how much ana sucks when she comes to visit. But don't worry, the boys will try their best. Unfortunately, their best isn't always very smart.
Skin and Bones - yandere boys when you won't eat
Yandere! Cowboy is predictably mean about it. He'll tug at the hem of your sundress and say he doesn't give a damn how your clothes fit, as long as you keep taking them off for him. At night, he'll bury his face between your thighs and nip at the tender flesh. "You're mine - your pretty cunt, your pretty smile, your pretty body. You don't get to starve what's mine, got it?"
Safe to say, he watches you like a hawk after that. At every meal, he makes sure your plate is sparkling clean. And if you even think about throwing up, he'll have his belt off in a second to teach you a hard lesson about abusing his property.
Yandere! Soldier thinks you're doing it to piss him off. "What? You're worried about being heavy?" He'll grab your waist and toss you over his shoulder in one smooth move, like you weigh even less than his gear. Smack your ass and say that no matter what you weigh, nothing can stop him from throwing you around.
"Now stop insulting me. съесть что-нибудь."
And eat something.
Yandere! Boyfriend understands better than you'd think. He cooks you something incredibly healthy and low calorie, a safe food. He'll stand behind you as you push it around your plate, his chin resting on your head and his fingers kneading your thighs. "C'mon baby, just a little bite?" He'll promise that if you finish it, he'll eat up too. And he doesn't mean food.
Yandere! Incubus notices it when he comes to you at night. He's attuned to every part of you in a way only demons can be. You're hungry, you're ravenous and there's some dark ugliness festering at the heart of it. In the morning, the handsome young priest stops at your table and tells you that you've been looking ill lately, that you should definitely eat some more. He'll tug at his rosary and remind you, "When the flesh hungers, so does the soul."
Yandere! Desert Bandit doesn't understand it. Food is hard to come by, so why are you turning it down? When you explain it to him, he scoffs. "The desert sent you to me. Why would I want to change such a precious gift?"
If you insist on being stubborn, he'll lunge at you and wrestle you under him.
"I've dreamt of you, just as you are."
Maybe he can show you exactly how perfect you are to him and if not...He can always hold you down and feed you himself.
Yandere! Academic Rival will order a ton of expensive dishes and have them delivered right to his apartment. Everything you've ever mentioned wanting to try. He'll rest a fork at your lips and smirk at you. And be suffocatingly condescending when he says, "I thought you were smarter than this. Now open up and prove me right."
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