#yandere ficlet

[nestypewriter]

{Yandere! Ficlet}

He knew that you were useless in the eyes of society and that you were desperate for validation, which he would give you, but with a few simple tasks in return.

But alas, you were nothing but a pawn to him since that's all he had, you. But no matter; once he gains someone more useful and capable of doing difficult tasks, you will be thrown away like the useless object you are.

Why does his cold heart hurt with the thought of throwing you away? No matter what, that feeling will be gone as soon as he accomplishes his goal!

Why do his ears only hear the dreadful silence? Where's your lovely voice that's ringing through his ears? Has it always been this lonely and cold? There's no more of your lingering presence and sweet smell that fills the whole room.

Such a fool he was, letting you go into that filthy world, and now he's suffering in the silence of despair. Oh, how foolish he made of himself. He needs you now with your scent, your voice, and your lovely body embracing him in his sad and lonely bed.

#x reader #yandere x reader #yandere ficlet #oc x reader #yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x you

[c0nfused-c0ffin]

Yandere!Monster x Reader (Ficlet)

CW: Yandere, Creepy

The light from your computer illuminates the room ever so slightly. Your eyes were glued to the screen, watching the security camera screen.

It watched you in return, cocking its head ever so slightly to the side. The thin creature's sharp hands inches to its face mimicking a "shush" motion. It drops its hands.

"Get out of my house." You muttered at the screen.

You knew it wouldn't hear you. It shouldn't, yet it shook its head no.

The monster took a step forward to the camera. As it crept closer you studied the figure, its form reminiscent of a human, yet not. Its eyes were pure white, grey streaks falling down its blackened cheeks, and a smile stitched across its face. Its attire was nothing more than a hoodie and jeans, from the shadows it could be human, yet here and now it was...

The camera glitched.

"Wait!" You clutched the screen.

A voice muttered, "Wait." Its voice is soft by your ear.

"Wait..." It repeated. Your grip loosened from the screen as you felt its weight on your back.

You pulled yourself forward. Its arms snake around your waist before pulling you into it.

"Please," you froze in place against it, "please leave. Why are you staying? Leave!" You forced your eyes shut.

The creature buries its head into your neck, taking in your scent.

"Please...stay..." The stitches drag up and down your neck.

"Please." It whispered.

#ficlet #yandere ficlet #tw yandere #yandere writing #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you

[livingininsomnia]

Dream of me, that voice says.

Love me. Callused hands slide across your skin. The rough sensation sends shivers through your body.

Be mine. A soft breath exhales down your spine.

You gasp awake, sweating in your bed sheets, physical sensation abruptly too much to bear, so real that it drags you out of your dreams, shaking.

Shivers wrack your body as you shudder through consciousness. The sensation of his touch lingers across your skin.

Tears spring forth, but your eyes remain colder than ice.

You’ll see who remains standing.

#twst fic #silver x reader #twisted wonderland #reader x silver #twisted wonderland fanfic #ficlet #twst #twst ficlet #yandere silver #yandere silver x reader

[thee-horny-thicky]

All Grown Up

Izuku was a passionate man. When he cared about something, he couldn’t help but give it his all. It’d been that way since he was a child, just discovering his love for heroes. And once he entered U.A., his drive to follow in All-Might’s steps only added fuel to the fire, his improved abilities only making him surer of himself. By the time he graduated as a member of the Big Three, a level of cockiness had taken hold of him.

A decade later, he was all grown up. His confidence made him unrecognizable from the stammering boy he once was, his passion being one of the few traits they still shared.

That stammering boy would’ve been a blushing mess during your interview, barely able to get words out to find out if you’d be a good fit as his secretary. That boy would’ve never been brazen enough to admire the way your button-up hugged your breasts and the way the tight midi skirt complimented your curves, nor would he have the social skills to make you feel more comfortable.

No, he would’ve had to be the one who was comforted.  

But the man that Izuku had become was adept enough to reassure you and had enough confidence to boldly pursue you when you were unable to leave his head. He had no issue buying lunch for you when he noticed how often you skipped it, nor did he see anything wrong with giving the sidekick always chatting you up more patrol hours.

The guy had been slacking up, anyway, and the additional experience would help him in the long term. And it was easier than taking disciplinary actions.

Perhaps his crowning achievement was being able to ask you out, and making the date so enjoyable, that he was able to woo you into his bed.

The moment his tongue licked along your slit, your heavenly-tasting slick coating his tastebuds, he knew he couldn’t let you go. And when he saw how easily you took his cock, the way your walls clenched around him with every thrust, he felt like you were made just for him.

The boy Izuku had once been would’ve never made it this far, nor would he know how to handle you, and the thought of getting you pregnant after the first date would’ve been unfathomable.

But he wasn’t that boy anymore; he was a man that knew what he wanted. He already couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else, and the thought of another man having you made him murderous.

You were his now, after all. And that would only be solidified when you were swollen with his child, an expensive rock on your finger as you lounged around his condo. He’d be happy taking care of you both, allowing you to be his perfect little housewife.

He was sure that the two of you were a match made in heaven, and he intended to honor the cosmos by never letting you go.

A/N: This was supposed to be a sweet, smutty, one-shot, but the vibes turned out darker than intended 💀

#my hero acedamia #my fic #ficlet #izuku mydoria #yandere izuku #izuku x y/n #midoriya izuku #deku #smut? #midoriya x reader #deku x y/n #deku x reader #izuku x you #izuku x reader #my hero x reader #my hero fanfic #yandere #yandere vibes #Baby tr #mha deku #bhna deku #bnha

[kandyrezi]

Ok so for my request I was thinking if was that maybe Connors s/o doesn't come home for a long time and he gets worried and looks for her. But turns out she got lost and slipped when she started to rain. :3 thank youuuuuu

—come rain, come forth;

pairing: yandere!connor rk800 x reader

(warnings: mild possessiveness, mentions of stalking)

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

IT WAS becoming increasingly obvious it’d been a mistake on his part to allow you outside the house – you said you trusted him, and he in turn trusted you not to do anything reckless.

[ 7:07 ] reads the digital clock.

You promised to be home seven minutes ago, but humans weren’t always punctual with time - though feeling uneasy - he stayed idle for a little while longer, calibrating his systems and keeping alert by flipping his coin back and forth with flawless coordination and reflexes.

There was always that possibility of you seeking shelter with someone else and telling them of the misconducts he's committed, but that stayed a 'worst case scenario' situation for now. He just hoped you would have returned home before the estimated downpour at this hour from the weather forecast, yet the rain outside only continued to get heavier.

Connor couldn’t bring himself to just wait either as passing seconds turned to minutes.

[ 7:14 ]

Not willing to stay idle any longer, the coin was promptly forgotten about and pocketed as he left for outside, closing the door behind him and the rain began to pelt against his skin, but it didn’t bother him. October was bleak, gray, and beginning its sunset at this hour, meaning he had to meet you halfway before it got pitch dark. He knew of the usual path you routinely used to take he discreetly followed after, to make sure you were safe, on your way back to your home before the two of you ‘officially’ moved in together.

Water puddles on the sidewalk reflected flickering, jaded signs and light from streetlamps. If tracing your footsteps didn't work, he could in theory check the security tapes outside the bodega you visited to gain some idea where you might have been headed to. Not many people were walking around in this area of the city, nor the next block, and his facial recognition software singled out anyone who wasn't of interest.

Momentarily coming to a halt, there was a lone person with folded arms in a familiar red [ #F74D28 ] cable knit cardigan he recalled seeing roughly an hour ago, leaning with back against the clay and brick three-story office building.

Scanning the area in the dim alleyway, a database-registered name matched with an ID photo came up.

Confirming with absolute certainty it was the person he was searching for, he approached you while calling for you to alert of his presence.

Your clothes were soaked, lone drops of rain pelted off of your head and onto the pavement from edge of the roof below as the water flowed into the storm drain around the corner of the building you were standing underneath the roof of. You looked up, mildly surprised, as you wiped some wet strands from your face.

“C-Con...”

“I thought something had happened to you,” he sounded a little exasperated, yet worried all the same, “What are you doing just standing here?”

In this weather it really looked like you were crying, raindrops substituting for tears, but it was only a surface illusion; the corners of your retina didn't have any redness to them, and he obviously didn't let the smallest details slip by his advanced programming when it came to you.

“I’m sorry, Connie,” you sniffled, rain mixing with snot running from your sinuses (if he didn’t get you back in time, you could potentially catch a viral infection), “I’m just… I-I don’t know...”

He was no stranger to nicknames, ‘plastic prick’ or ‘that thing’ were common by some particularly hostile humans, but yours was out of fondness and he held it close to him for this reason. Without rush, he waited for you to continue.

“I haven’t been to this part of town in a long time, then the rain got worse, so I tried for a shortcut to get home quicker, but I think I remembered it wrong, because the alleyway was blocked off. I tried to climb over this yard, but I slipped and fell into the mud… then I got even more lost, until I just decided to wait for the rain to give in a bit before moving...”

You hadn’t left the house in a long time, it was natural for you to get lost in the big city.

He had two options to choose from, but it was already obvious to him which approach he would take.

>CHASTISE

>UNDERSTANDING

Upon closer inspection, your hands had specks of grime on them that hadn’t been washed away, so did your pants, and shoes. He concluded you were telling the truth regarding your absence.

The android shrugged off his coat and let it slip from his shoulders, wrapping it to cover your smaller stature as the fabric provided temporary shelter for your already shivering body. He lead you out from the alleyway back to side of the pavements from the main road to avoid any possible incoming cars pelting you with water upon driving through rainwater-filled potholes.

He wasn’t saying a lot, only concerned for your health at this current moment of time, and you must have sensed the sour mood regarding his silence.

“I’m sorry for worrying you...”

“It’s alright,” he reassured, knowing it was out of your control for this to have happened. He was more relieved over the fact you hadn’t intended to abandon him.

He allowed you to link your arm with his own, securely holding you close until he could call for an automatic taxi.

“Would you like some tea once we’re back home?” he asked.

“I-I’d like that. Thank you, Connor.”

. . .

a/n: this has a bit of a different CSS formatting (which i was experimenting with) on ao3. have a look at that instead, maybe? ; _ ; ...anyway, this took a while but i’m slowly gettin’ around to answering old messages... slowly... /faints

#dbh #dbh connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human #connor rk800 #yandere x reader #dbh connor #male yandere #yandere #ficlets #ok the yan part is somewhat subtle. but still. he's got some loose screws

[twisted-coffee-shop]

👁Simpbur x GN!Stalker!Reader👁

Word count: 540 Trigger warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, a hint of yandere behaviour, open ended ending. Summary: He's been watching you for weeks now, taking pictures, stealing your things. And then he started to see you everywhere.

𖦹At first, he doesn’t think of how easy it was to find you. How you carry a polaroid camera around at all times. You liked photography, you had something in common! 𖦹He didn’t question when you were taking photos of his general directions more and more often, he liked knowing that he’s in your pictures. 𖦹Then he started seeing you in moments of his life when he wasn’t out to stalk admire your beauty. On his way to the office, in the grocery store near his flat, out of the window of his apartment, sitting on that hill he has the perfect view of… 𖦹Alright, that should have been a crystal clear sign, big red flag. He thought he’s getting delusional, losing it. There could be no way that you were just as infatuated in him as he is in you, right? Oh, wait, is that his sweater you’re wearing? The one he didn’t bother to look for weeks on end?  𖦹The thing is, Simpbur is not a confrontational guy. He wasn’t about to walk up to you and ask if you’ve been stalking him. That sounded absolutely bonkers. And what if he’s wrong? What if it really is just a coincidence? Yeah, keep coping, king. Keep coping. 𖦹And so, he decided to just keep stalking you admiring you from afar. And if he sees you taking pictures of his office window? That just makes him fall in love with you even harder. 𖦹It seemed fit that his first true conversation with you would be HIM getting caught in YOUR home. He was hoping to find a hoodie big enough to fit him in your closet, so he can wear it next time you see him. He wanted to surprise you, but instead you surprised him. 𖦹Too engrossed in the task at hand, he failed to hear the soft creak of your door, your footsteps behind him. Getting closer and closer and closer. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you gently put your hand on his shoulder.    𖦹You were ecstatic, the man you’ve been watching for months is right here at your fingertips, standing in your messy bedroom. The truth was, you’ve been watching him far longer than he watched you. It was no coincidence when you bumped into each other at that one cafe, where it all started for Simpbur. 𖦹You got to the line at the same time and you let him go first, smiling up at him with so much affection. If you knew that one smile was all it took for him to fall in love with you, you would have seeked him out sooner. Although you quite enjoyed the lovely circle of stalking, it made you feel hot inside, when you thought about him obsessing over you. So loved. So wanted.  𖦹His mind clouded with panic as he started stuttering out apologies, “I uhh I can explain, I, I promise!”. How adorable. His face was all red, you could probably see his brain steaming if you looked hard enough. You moved in closer, softly taking his hands in yours, raising them to your lips. You kissed his hands softly and as you look up at him, you whisper. “I finally caught you, sweetheart.”

🍄𖦹Mod Shroomai𖦹🍄

#simpbur #simpbur x reader #incelbur #headcanons #ficlet #bursonas #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #tw obsession #tw yandere behavior

[endcrman]

2011

Grian may have bought the pocky, sure, but he promised they'd share!

So, it was either this, or surrender the cookie to Grian.

-

“Oh, last biscuit,” Grian was shaking the box of pocky upside-down into his hand, as if that would make any more of the cookies suddenly appear.

“That's mine, you had the last one,” Taurtis called. They'd been splitting the box as an after-school snack, sitting on the couch across from the TV.

“Aw, I dunno, I really want it,” Grian argued lightly, gaze narrowing in on the pocky stick. “I mean, I did buy them after all.”

“For us to share,” Taurtis reminded him, definitely not pouting a little. “You said it yourself, we're sharing, so that one's mine.”

“Yeah, but I bought them,” Grian reiterated, as if it mattered. His eyes seemed to sparkle with his next words, “let's play a game for it.”

Taurtis couldn't help but start getting excited, leaning forwards a little. “A game? What kind?”

“You ever heard of the pocky game before?”

“That's not real, you made that up.” No way was there a game this relevant to the situation, especially just by its name.

Grian laughed at that, shaking his head. “No, no I'm serious, you can google it. It's real.”

He could google it, sure, but his phone was downstairs. “Fine, okay, what is it?”

“It's kind of like gay chicken,” Grian explained, a little more serious than before. “See, we each take an end of the pocky stick in our mouths. We take turns biting from opposite sides, and whoever takes the last bite without chickening out and pulling away wins.”

“Pfft, easy.” Taurtis hadn't even really processed the whole idea, but that didn't sound hard at all. “I'd win that easy.”

“Want to?” Grian held up the cookie between the two of them, an unreadable smile on his face. “I'll even let you start on the dipped end, since it was technically yours.”

It was either this, or surrender the cookie to Grian. He nodded, determined. “Of course.”

It took a bit of finagling to get the two of them close enough to actually play. They moved to face each other, legs haphazardly thrown over one another, tangled, but comfortable. The movie from earlier was still playing on the TV, but it had faded into background noise as Taurtis focused on the task at hand.

“You can take the first bite if you want,” Grian murmured, before gently placing the pocky between his lips.

He didn't stare. He definitely didn't stare for a couple of seconds before leaning forwards. Taurtis may have taken too big of a bite for the game, though standard for him, he wasn't prepared for just how close it brought him to Grian's face, feeling his breath as the other laughed around the treat at his eagerness.

Grian didn't hesitate for too long either, taking his own bite, bringing himself closer.

Taurtis wasn't going to lose, he refused to pull away first. His next bite was much smaller than the first, mostly to try and ease his heart pounding in his chest. This time he could actually taste the chocolate, not having swallowed it so quickly in his need to win.

And Grian took another bite. His hand had found its way to Taurtis’ knee for balance, squeezing a little.

Another small bite, practically a nibble from Taurtis. They were so close, Grian had to pull away this time, right?

Taurtis had never been more wrong. Grian didn't even bother biting down again, instead leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Taurtis’ head was spinning, his heart working double time in his chest. Once he finally processed the situation enough for his jaw to fall slack and to start leaning in himself- Grian pulled away.

“I win.” He had the last of the pocky stick in his mouth, and it quickly disappeared with a smug smile. “Guess it wasn't as easy as you thought, huh?” He was already opening the second box of pocky he'd bought earlier.

Taurtis looked over him, noting the pink in his cheeks before looking to the foil packaging Grian was tearing open. He licked his lips. “Best two out of three.”

#yandere high school #tokyo soul #grian #taurtis #taurian #my post #writing #ficlet

[sparkling-pink-lemonade]

N sees Uzi approach, but notes her yellow eyes. Cyn once again has a hold of her. Stay calm.

"Big brother, N! I've been looking all over for you." The fluctuating unnatural voice rang out. She crawls onto N's lap, arms wrapped around his neck. "Don't you remember how you always came to check in on me? How come you don't want to see me anymore. Am I? Not enough for you?"

"Whaaaat? Pffft, nooo. It's just been busy lately, ya know, trying to stop the apocalypse you've started BUT we're here now! Hahaha-" N looks away nervously.

"I can see her memories, big brother. I see how you like her more than I." Cyn notices N trying to look further away. "Grab." She grabs his head and turns it to face her again. "You struggle to save the universe, to save her. From me. The rest of the galaxy is, irrelevant. You are the one thing worthy of saving. You are all that I need. In turn, I will make it so that all you need, is me. Lean. Lean. Lean."

N watches as Cyn leans in close, Uzi's lips gently parted for a kiss. The yellow eyes unnatural on her visor. He quickly puts his hands on Cyn's shoulders and holds her at a distance. "While that is v-very flattering of you... I um, heh, It's just there's a lot of others I'm sure would love to meet you. L-like Uzi. She's a bit feisty and and standoffish, but she's really sweet under that cold exterior, honestly! And uh, if you were to let her have her body back, I'm sure we could start over and you'd be the bestest of friends!- Ow!"

Cyn had Uzi's fingers digging into N's cheek. "You really continue to waste your time with this whole Uzi thing. Fine, have it your way."

N could see the yellow light faze back to purple. "Uzi?! Uzi are you okay?" He stated to check in on her.

And then it all sounded so wrong. It was Uzi's voice. "I feel fine, big brother. Because I can finally be what you want. I will be enough for you, and I can finally have you for myself. It will be just you and me. And in time you will forget about those irritating friends of yours." Cyn said using Uzi's voice box.

"It’s still me, I'm still everything you want." Cyn continued to use Uzi's voice. And as she went on. He felt his will start to break. "I have her voice, her eyes, her body, her memories, I've downloaded her mannerisms. I can be her in every way. I can be everything you need. I know you want this, N. I've seen the way you look at her. So c'mon. Don't deny us this. Just fuck me already. I can see that you want to~"

And robo-god, fuck. She's right. He has to keep telling himself it isn't really Uzi. Because she's all that he's ever wanted. And it's so tempting to just give in and enjoy the sensation. Eventually... he caves. The sweet taste of Uzi's tongue on his is far too good to ignore. Relishing the feeling of her hips rolling and grinding against his.

The only hint through the next several moments, that none of this was really Uzi he was doing this with, was the frequent moaning coming from Uzi's mouth. Chanting the words "big brother" like a mantra. But as it went on, the less he found himself able to care. Until eventually, it was Cyn's name he was moaning as he hit his climax.

#murder drones #proship #comship #serial designation n #murder drones cyn #md cyn #n x cyn #cyn x n #psuedocest #nsft #dubious consent #yandere #possesion #uzi doorman #n x uzi #nuzi #profic #ficlet

[bunnyjam-imagines]

[🧡Lovesick🧡] Yandere!Dirk x Reader Imagine/Ficlet

Word Count: 1,393.

  🧡Dirk was sick.🧡

- He couldn’t tell when it had started. When his feelings of soft admiration and warmth had turned to poison in his veins. When butterflies had become shards of glass lodged deep within him. When love for you had turned into an all-consuming obsession.

- A sickening, frantic, burning desire for you.

- Dirk tried to manage it at first. He tried everything to shift his mind away from you. He threw himself into project after project, working harder than ever, busying himself with dozens of things at once in a futile and desperate attempt to finally clear his mind. To stop whatever was happening, before it was too late.

- AR handled the bulk of his human interaction during this time, assuring Jake, Jane, and Roxy that everything was fine. That he was just working on something important.

- But when you reached out to him…

- God, he couldn’t bear to let AR handle it. He didn’t want that thing to scare you away. Not when he was like this. Not when he couldn’t talk his way out of whatever AR managed to reveal to you.

- You were concerned. Of course you were. You were so sweet to worry about him like that. If only you knew the pain you were causing him right then, just by being so, so far away…

- But it was safer this way. He was sure of it. The longer he was away from you, the better chance he had of getting over this ‘sickness’.

- On the other hand, he wasn’t certain how long he could go without seeing you again. Without being able to bask in the light and warmth of your smile, or admiring the soft shine of your hair, or experiencing the intoxicating way you spoke, with that little lilt like you knew exactly what you were doing to him…

- He could hardly sleep at night. All he could think about was how cold and empty his bed was without you in it. How badly he wished he could just see you.

- That was when he had an idea.

- Dirk knew it was wrong. He knew the second he set up that first camera, already planning in his mind where he’d hide the other half a dozen around your place. It was an invasion of your privacy, a breach of your trust- it was wrong.

- Still, it was the only way he could keep himself from doing something worse. Something that you’d probably never forgive him for.

- Day and night, he’d watch the camera feed, watching you as you went around your place. He smiled and chuckled whenever you did something silly, or when you danced like nobody was watching.

- And… nobody should have been watching. Least of all Dirk. But he couldn’t help himself! He adored you! He craved you. Craved being around you. He wanted to be there with you every second of the day, dancing with you, singing with you in the kitchen, sleeping beside you at night. He wanted to share all those little moments with you.

- When you left your place- when you went outside the reach of the cameras, he felt sick to his stomach. How could he be sure you were okay if he couldn’t see you? How could he be certain that you were safe?

- It was a slippery slope, trying to keep track of you. One camera turned to a dozen. Dozens turned to drones. Anything to make sure you were safe, wherever you went.

- Even if you’d be so much safer with him.

- Progress slowed on all his projects. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d finished any of them.

- He’d even shut off AR at some point, though he couldn’t quite recall when. He didn’t want to risk it talking to you instead of the real him.

- Dirk knew this wasn’t sustainable. It wasn’t healthy for him, and it wasn’t slowing down his feelings for you. He couldn’t just stay hunched over his desk all day, watching wherever the drone followed you (much as he enjoyed admiring you.)

- He knew he’d have to take some drastic measures, sooner rather than later…

- When he finally cracked, it was sudden, and without any kind of warning to anyone besides himself.

- He didn’t want to scare you any more than he knew he already would. He was so very, very careful when he snuck in, and as he moved silently across the floor, all the way into your room.

- It wasn’t hard to snap the handcuffs over your wrists, or to quickly gag your mouth with a long cloth he’d brought with him. He didn’t want you squirming around too badly, or making a ruckus that could alert your neighbors or family after all. No, he wanted this to be quick and painless.

- Dirk knew that once he had you on the hoverboard with him, you were as good as his. There was no way you’d thrash around by then, given the risk of falling to what would certainly be your death.

- He had planned this out so very carefully. He had already replaced his sheets and pillows with the same kind that you owned, had already stocked the fridge full of all your favorites, had already bought dozens of outfits for you to wear. Everything was perfect.

- He knew it was awful. It was a monstrous and cruel thing to do, isolating you from everyone you’d ever known and loved… but he couldn’t stop himself.

- ’They didn’t deserve you.’

- And neither did he.

- For the first few days, he kept his distance. He wanted to give you time to adjust, time to understand exactly what was going on. Despite how desperately he wanted to cuddle you, to feel your warm skin against his, he restrained himself. He had done enough damage without traumatizing you any further.

- During those days, he worked at his desk. He finally felt some semblance of normality again, awful as that sounded. He could finally focus on his work, knowing that you weren’t far away. Close enough for him to tell you about whatever he was working on, something he often did, hoping it might bond the two of you even slightly.

- Even if you never forgave him, it was such a comfort just to know you were safe.

- You were together, in his room- your room. Your shared room.

- The thought made his heart skip a beat.

- He knew he didn’t deserve you. Not as a friend, and not as a partner.

- The aching, burning, festering guilt in his chest gnawed away at him when he saw you look his way. Your eyes were so full of confusion and hurt. He couldn’t bear to see you so hurt.

- Even if he didn’t touch you, he still knelt by your bedside, softly cooing apologies and promises to keep you safe. You had to believe him, he wasn’t going to hurt you. Yes, yes, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t just let you go. Not now.

- ‘Not ever.’

- After a few days, he gave you free reign of his room. You were free to walk around as he worked, albeit with the windows locked and a hefty robot just outside the door, ready to snatch you in an instant if you made a break for it.

- That wasn’t the only thing to change, however.

- At night, Dirk began to cling to you like a lifeline, silently terrified you’d somehow manage to escape, and all of this would’ve been for nothing.

- He loved the warmth you provided. The softness of your skin, the plushness of your body, and the way you relaxed after you eventually managed to fall asleep, having tired yourself out struggling to free yourself from the embrace long ago.

- Dirk loved to run his fingers through your hair. To gently nuzzle his head against your chest and listen to your heartbeat, finally comfortable for the first time in months.

- He even took his shades off around you! You were so important to him, he wanted to see you with perfect clarity. Every soft rise and fall of your chest was heaven, and each breath you drew was a symphony to his senses…

- He knew he didn’t deserve you, but he needed you.

- You were the only cure to his sickness.

- And he would never let you go.

#dirk #dirk strider #yandere dirk strider #yandere #yandere!dirk strider #homestuck #homestuck dirk strider #homestuck imagine #homestuck imagines #homestuck ficlet #ficlet #yandere homestuck #pesterquest #pesterquest imagine #bunnyjam imagines

[icedmetaltea]

I cannot offer anything for you to do but may I suggest finding yandere prompts? There were a few on Tumblr iirc, just type in yandere prompts into Google! Maybe that'll help as others can then take a line or something and you can either draw something or write a short snippet???

I got too anxious to do much but kinda just lay down for a while so this is late but here ya gooo (this was actually rlly fun I need to make these more often)

Plot twist, I’m switching things up and usin Moon this time. Decided to use they/them pronouns for Moon today just cause it felt right (also I’m making them a jealous bitch lol)

“I know the sound of your heart.”

You didn’t sleep last night. It was obvious from the bags under your eyes, the slouch of your back, the way you mumbled a greeting rather than a cheerful hello like you always did. Moon was dormant right now, the light holding them painfully still, but they could watch even so, they could listen.

Pumped full of cortisol and adrenaline from a mix of sleep deprivation and work stress, your heart was beating faster than it should. It was nothing serious, they didn’t need to scan you to know that much, but it was enough to peak their attention. They watched as you struggled to stay awake throughout your shift, their awareness nestled somewhere behind their sunnier counterpart’s stupid grin.

Your movements jerky, hands trembling slightly- nothing noticeable except under a watchful eye- you cleaned, put on a smile and cared for the children as best you could. Sun didn’t realize. He never did, waltzing around with you and accepting your help as if you were perfectly fine. Sleep wasn’t a concept he understood, so he couldn’t comprehend the lack of it. The way it demanded more on the nervous system, the way it made you hungry and hot and cold all at once. Created with the one function of providing sleep, seeing you like this was almost painful to watch- more so that they couldn’t do a thing about it.

As the hours rolled on, your heart rate grew faster. Sun insisted on parading around with you like it was all some game to him. He was completely unaware of your struggles, far too absorbed with his own excitement from your company. Company that didn’t belong to him. They watched as you forced on a happy face for his sake, so he wouldn’t worry. Even if he knew, you’d just play it off, telling him it was nothing to worry about, shy from the attention. You’d done that too many times to count.

Your heart was loud in their head, thumping in time with the glances of their eyes over your tiring face. You were growing weaker, just barely able to force your eyes to stay open. You were prone to making mistakes like this, doing something silly old Sundrop wouldn't very much approve of...

That organ, the only mechanical thing about you, ticked away as the minutes rolled by, counting the seconds till the lights would go out for the day. You didn't think to check your watch, almost ready to nod off at the desk . Even Sun was too busy to notice, reveling in your presence and the smiles he stole from them. That didn't matter.

They'd steal them back soon enough.

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #laymedowntorest #tw yandere #writing prompts #Metaltea writes #srry I deleted my post earlier #cause idk I get rlly self conscious about vent posts when anxious #but yea if anyone has any prompts I'm still accepting em #*gives charshine a bowl of ramen* #ficlet #Pov: you get forced into early bedtime #15 hours of sleep for you imbecile!!!!! #fnaf Moon #fnaf #moon x y/n #moon x reader

[the-bar-sinister]

“No, no, no, Stanley,” the narrator purrs, amiable as usual, “you aren’t supposed to live here; you’re supposed to die!”

“Shhhh, Stanley, do you feel that? My fingers around your throat? Getting dizzy yet? Nothing to worry about, just the life leaving your body.”

“Just relax, Stanley, let it happen. Feel my weight on you, like a stone, sinking you to the bottom of the ocean. It’s where you belong.”

“Oh don’t make that face, Stanley, we both know you’ll be back when it’s done. Just enjoy it. Let me enjoy it… That’s right, still… Still… Gentle…”

“Goodbye, Stanley.”

#cw canon typical violence #cw choking #darkfic #ficlet #narrator x stanley #stanley x narrator #the stanley parable #yandere narrator

[trulytiredhermit]

Okay, question for y’all.

I’ve got a small story brewing up but I want your opinion.

This poll will be going for a week so y’all have time to vote.

I just can’t really decide on who I want the yandere to be in the story.

Let me know if you guys want a bit more backstory to it before you make your vote!

#trulytiredhermit #linked universe #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #poll #not the dream walker au #just a short little ficlet

[livingininsomnia]

"Not to me. Not if it's you."

—Orestes by Euripides, 408 BCE

Silver kisses the bloody scrapes on your palm, lips hot against your skin. "I'll take care of you," he promises.

"It's rotten work, you know," you respond a beat too slow, words scraped out of your throat, thick and scratchy.

"Not to me," he says, eyes crinkling as he smiles so gently at you. "Not if it's you."

Your throat is so thick that you can't even speak, but you think he understands anyway.

Silver draws you into his arms, tucking his chin over your shoulder. Unseen, he gives a cold look to an old, former friend of yours walking nearby, who does a full turn and walks away.

Satisfied, he tucks you in, closer into his chest, your face pressed to his neck.

If they were so easily chased away, they could hardly have been considered friends anyway.

#Orestes by Euripides #408 BCE #you all know this quote but i can just imagine silver saying this #and then immediately my yandere infested brain went lets make this dark #yandere silver #silver x reader #twst fic #twisted wonderland #reader x silver #ficlet #twisted wonderland fanfic #yandere silver x reader

[kandyrezi]

PROMPT: The more unsightly sides to Angels of Fumus.

(warnings: yandere/toxic relationships, physical violence and abuse, suggestive themes.)

. . .

i. knowing what it’s like to be punished for every menial mistake he makes despite desperate efforts to please, Taffy would never purposefully hurt nor degrade his darling if you mess up in any way. this is the same seraph who's stripped of all mercy to go on bloodhunt to kill any demon who threatens the 'peace' of the world his god created – yet he never so much as raises his voice at you. he gets angry with you sometimes when you do something reckless, but he can never bring himself to scold you for it; instantly going into overprotective mother hen mode instead. he'll annihilate anyone who threatens your well-being, even turn that same destruction around onto himself – anything to keep you out of harm's way. he would want to shelter you from everything bad if it were possible.

ii. Yuu has a mild inferiority complex, so to know he means so much to you and you still wanting to mend your relationship despite the hardships surrounding the two of you will inevitably ramp up his obsessive tendencies he might have been suppressing before. he exerts authority over the lower-ranking angels and he'll freely use violence on them if he wants. he can't do anything about his fellow seraphs, but they usually know to steel clear from you. he'll kill anyone else though (doesn't even have to be a demon, he will do it without hesitation). his violence isn't the sadistic kind, it's just a method of solving a problem – he would prefer you didn't find this out, but if you did... he will assert that it was your own good. you'll see.

iii. there is no such thing as ‘good behavior’ or ‘bad behavior’ in the eyes of Lei Hitotose, you aren’t some animal in need of punishment. if something bad were to happen to you, he would just become a hundred times more clingy and overprotective to the point it’s near impossible to get him off your back. he’s more likely to blame an outside influence of your relationship if you lost your head or think about breaking up with him. aside from him religiously going through your underwear drawer and always wanting an eyeful when you're changing out of your uniform without your knowledge, he is a relatively tame type of obsessive lover – and that's really saying something.

iv. Zero Hitotose may be fierce with a hair-trigger temper to match, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys hurting you – he might lose his patience and get a little rough with you, like push you around or yank you along where he wants by your elbow with bruising grip. he can forget his own strength sometimes, but his darling's presence is there to subdue and keep him grounded. he would feel remorseful if he’s genuinely upset you – even when he has a hard time showing emotions that aren't bordering on annoyance or rigidity, he still tries to muster a (half-baked) apology at the very least.

v. you would think his effeminate nature comes in a package of him also being gentle, then you could not be any more wrong – Engetsu is a fierce, passionate lover who's obsessed with you and wants you to share his addiction in fair. whether you weren’t paying him enough attention or if he became exasperated with you for something you did – he drags you to an empty room, ties you down and overstimulates you until you can barely think, tears rolling down your cheeks, and you’re covered in endless amount of hickeys and bruises. a reminder for you not to ever forget whom you belong to.

vi. although it is rare for him to show his more unsightly side, Fiore has no qualms about resorting to emotional manipulation and gaslighting (“you’re just confused, that never happened." "what reason would i have to make something like that up?"), he desperately wants to be needed and relied on, even if it includes making you doubt your own mind and being fed little (in his eyes) harmless lies. he would rather you spend all of your time with him and not any of his comrades or even the trainee angels, just to appease his anxiety about being useful and wanted as a lover.

vii. much like the fourth subordinate, Inga is (a sadist) without mercy on the battlefield with equal amounts of ferocity to match, but unlike the former, these traits would unfortunately carry over to his relationship. he has no problem either inflicting brutal violence onto his darling to get them to behave. when he’s pissed off with you, his anger won’t dissipate until you’re expected to thank him for keeping you safe from either lord fumus’ unstable mood swings or from the blood-thirst of demons. if you still dare to cross a line with him, he may pour boiling hot water into your eyes, or maybe break a bone or two.

viii. Tsurugigozen is often volatile and temperamental, easily succumbed to emotions over rational thinking, no matter how much of a narcissist he is about thinking otherwise. he similarly resorts to physical punishments, but nothing overtly severe, either spanking you over his lap or getting a smack in the face. other times he just threatens to punish you – all the while doing it with a remorseless smile on his expression – you'll quickly come to learn they're more like promises rather than threats. he kind of enjoys the power he has over you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say anything or leave him.

ix. Youran hardly ever gets angry with you – his heart is delicate when it comes to love and all he wants is to pretend the two of you are living a life of normalcy without the watchful eyes of lord fumus. even the slightest hesitation from you will have him guilt-tripping you by asking, “do you not love me anymore? haven't i been gentle and loving with you always, hon?” with that half-lidded gaze of his. no matter what he actually did to you, his honeyed words are enough to make you second-guess yourself.

x. Aes can’t stand it when you come back severely injured from a mission. it’s the usual occurrence, but at some point he ends up caving to his instincts to keep you away from battle as long as possible. he injects scilliroside (or any kind of strong poisonous substance that isn't easy to heal even with his powers, probably something nicked from the demons’ world) into your veins with a needle while you’re unconscious, which will render you useless to move and immobile for a couple of days. you wouldn’t ever suspect the sweet doe-eyed angel had something to do with sudden sensations of persistent nausea and high fever. he stays with you day and night when he’s available, enjoying the time when you're under his care. he might amputate your legs as a last resort, but makes sure you don't feel any pain during the process.

#funamusea #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #mogeko #deep-sea prisoner #dsp #angels of death #yandere angel #okegom #ficlets

[loycspotting]

Only the Shadows Know

Movie: Mortdecai (2015)

Characters: Inspector Alistair Martland

Oneshot / Yandere / Drabble

Word Count: 100

Synopsis: While her husband is away, Martland pays Johanna a secret visit.

A/N: So of course the moment I said that wanted to write at least once a week, I didn't touch the computer for a full month 🤦‍♂️. Well, no better time than the present to start again! I wasn't feeling any inspiration and didn't know who to write about. Finally, I realized that inspiration isn't something that's always there. Sometimes, you have to just sit down and start writing. Otherwise, you may be waiting for inspiration for an eternity lol. This is my first yandere. I've become interested in the genre and wanted to give it a shot. This is only drabble so it's very short but dang! Writing exactly 100 words was way more challenging than I expected lol.

Martland gazed lovingly at the woman deep in slumber before him. His desire to see her, to protect her, outweighed the risk of being caught. Besides, the sleeping pill he encouraged her to take was doing its job well. How could Mortdecai roam the world and leave his most valuable treasure defenseless? “I would never leave you, my love.” He softly muttered to himself. One day, he will confess his devotion to his angel and she will understand her place is with him. But for now, as he hides in the dark recesses of her room, only the shadows know.

#ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor fanfiction #ewan mcgregor characters #film: mortdecai #Mortdecai #Alistair Martland #ewan mcgregor mortdecai #gwenyth paltrow #martland x johanna #johanna mortdecai #drabble #oneshot #ficlet #yandere #yandere male #soft yandere

[austajunk]

Austaaaaaa my beloved!!! Guess who remembered to send this ask OwO. Now...if I could ever so request a messed up fanfic prompt with numbah five jealousy and a Yandere!Makoto, that would let my soul ascend to the depths of heathen heaven TwT<3

AHHHH A WILD FALAAAAAAA HAS BLESSED ME TODAY WITH INSPIRATION FOR LEWDS!

No worries, Fala! I know whatcha meant! <3 Anyways I’ve never written a Yandere Makoto before so I hope this ficlet works. 🥵

Yandere content, drugging, jealousy, and sexual manipulation beneath the cut!

“Haha… by the way… just so you know… I’ll kill anyone who touches you…”

Makoto should have been surprised at how bitter his tone had gotten. It almost scared him to say such things! But with each throb of his heart, he meant those words that he whispered into Nagito’s ears. He hummed gently, leaning over his lover’s chest and running his forefinger several times in the shape of a heart.

He could feel every twitch of Nagito’s body, every shudder, every breath. It utterly filled him with delight. How could Makoto bear to even consider Nagito giving these experiences to someone else? The pill between his other fingers slid to Nagito’s lips, pushing them through until he felt Nagito give some resistance to it.

“Mhmm,” Makoto blinked. “Come on… take your medicine, Nagito. I can’t rely on your luck to keep you hard forever… although knowing us together…”

“It… haha… hurts…” Nagito spoke. His voice was dry and barely there. Everything had been drained out of him. Makoto had made sure of that. His arms were cuffed above his head to the bed railing. His face was a glossy, sweaty mess of tears and drool. Being aroused for so long had clearly begun to tax away his body. But Makoto didn’t really care too much about that. They’d go at this until they were husks that melted together on the bed.

Makoto had busied himself with swirling his tongue around Nagito’s nipple, giving his jeweled piercing a few flicks to tease his companion. “It hurts…? But you always try so hard for everyone else…” He sighed and lowered his gaze at Nagito. A pout tugged at his boyish lips. “Don’t you want to be my stepping stone? Don’t you want to be everything to me?”

That pained gasp filled him with so much joy. Nagito was enduring everything for him! For him alone… Makoto never thought he could feel so hot from returning the obsession someone invested in him, but it felt so good. Too good. So… good…

His thighs were caked with Nagito’s love as proof. And yet, Makoto wanted more.

“We have so much of each other inside us…” Makoto smiled down at Nagito, savoring that sweet, hopeful smile that his lover managed to give him. “I could never share this with anyone else! No one else…”

Makoto’s form crushed Nagito’s own, pressing their chests together so compactly that Nagito thought he aimed to crush his heart. His swollen cock was placed at Makoto’s loose entrance as the smaller companion wiggled his ass to tease him. Their lips crashed against each other again with kiss after kiss, each one more feverish than the last. Makoto wanted to tear Nagito apart, to rip his lips open and see what surfaced beneath the skin along with his blood and his heartbeat. Desire pooled to his loins again. They didn’t need anyone or anything else! Not Hope! Not despair!

Both of his hands clasped Nagito’s as he thrust himself forward on his stiffened cock.

They only needed each other, dammit!

Makoto shivered. The tears broke from his eyes. Every time… Nagito was so big inside of him… or was his form simply just too small? Either way, Nagito filled him up until Makoto was trembling in sheer bliss. He wanted to cry. Being so close to Nagito made him so very happy.

Nagito was crying. The tears renewed in his eyes but he couldn’t stop moving his hips. Makoto knew he was addicted. Hours and hours of drugging his lover had made Nagito into a relentless animal, no longer coherent of the way he moved.

It wasn’t enough. “I’m going to take more, okay?” Makoto told him between his desperate gasps of air as they fucked. “You won’t even remember who you are… when you see me and me alone, you know….haha… you know you’re meant to fuck and nothing else!”

Their tongues entwined again. Makoto loved the dance, the brief resistance before Nagito allowed him to crash down upon him over and over again.

How utterly addicting.

Nagito’s cries mixed with the howls and grunts of the Luckster that was breeding him. His mind was completely delirious. Nagito was in a complete trance, now weakly moving his hips to meet every meaty thrust that slammed inside of him…

“More… fuck me… fuck me more…” Nagito begged in between the kisses. His heart was too engorged with fire to fear what Makoto had become. There were no thoughts. He had to fuck him. There was nothing else.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. All Nagito could do was know that he could never be human again after this. His body was being split apart and no other cock could ever fill him or hope to mate with him as he was now. Nagito’s throat was scorched from screaming his lungs out.

They were a mess. A mass of flesh writhing against each other madly, fucking again and again.

Makoto wondered if they would die like this. Nagito probably would, considering how many drugs he forced down his throat.

However…

Knowing their luck…

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #komaegi #yandere #yandere Makoto #thanks for the ask! #thanks for the request! #AHHHHH FALA I TRIED MY BEST #I NEED PEOPLE TO TEACH ME THE FINER POINTS OF YANDERE MAKOTO #my fics #my ficlets