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.
