#cw yan

[ohimsummer]

BLOOD BANK

—vampire! suguru x reader, bloodsucking, predator/prey elements, light choking, kidnapping technically

wc 1.1k

there is a thrumming in the woods. a pair of hearts trying to out-beat each other, both for vastly different reasons.

the man—this dark-haired beast—savors his time in reaching you. his walk is a slow, menacing lumber, one he can afford to take when his prey is just some shivering little thing with their back literally to a wall. a lost lamb out in the woods, way out of their element and woefully easy to rip apart.

he looks amused. you imagine for someone like him, that you’re making quite the easy meal; fear cementing you to the spot, only part moving is the involuntary tremble in your limbs and those wide, frightful eyes looking for an escape route.

the tall, otherworldly man stops just several feet short of you. he waits, and when you make no sudden movements, he talks. “aren’t you going to run?”

it’s all a little…confusing. is he really giving you permission? he’s letting you go? or is this just another trick, granting you a sliver of hope before he promptly snatches you back into reality? there is only one way to find out.

you clamber up onto wobbly legs, using the large wall of rock behind you to help steady yourself. he only watches, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, fascinated, amethyst eyes detailing your every clumsy move. staggered steps. the frantic turns of your head before you obviously pick a random direction to run, not even knowing where it goes, if it doesn’t lead to a dead end.

barely ten steps in, and you’re hitting the ground with a thud. your head makes a sharp collision with the ground, leaving you both stunned and confused. did you trip over your own feet again—

the heavy weight on top of you says otherwise.

as your captor manhandles you onto your back, a heap of whimpers worm their way up and out your throat. the helpless bleats of a caught animal. he pins your wrists with one hand before you can even fight back, legs on either side of you to straddle your waist. he turns his head to the side, moonlight catching on the sharp edge of his jawline, and he laughs at the weak flailing of your legs behind him. you’re so puny and vulnerable. he’s been having fun with you since the start.

your desperate mewl of ‘please’ is cut off with a shush, soft and low as if to console you. “no begging, my darling, none of that.”

he looms over your helpless form, leaning down to bury his nose in your neck and all you can do is cringe and cower further into the dirt. the man hesitates over the skin of your neck, and then you hear him, feel him take in a deep whiff of your scent.

“i hadn’t planned on hunting, tonight, “, he murmurs along your skin, lips tracing over the expanse of your throat, “but, you smelled too delightful for me to pass up, and i am dying to know if you taste just the same.”

he pulls back to admire you again, and long, feathery, raven locks form a curtain around you, isolating your vision to just him. him and those bewitching eyes that keep you so mesmerized, afraid to look away.

his other hand traces up the length of your arms, where the man laces fingers with you. he gives your hand a light squeeze, then presses it down hard enough to keep your other hand secure to the ground. the opposite hand comes to a rest on your throat, squeezing lightly as if he feels the blood racing through you.

never breaking his gaze gives you a first-hand view through the windows of his eyes, straight into his thoughts and you watch in horror as the veil of hunger in those violet shades morphs into pure, predatory greed. he doesn’t look like he wants to just play with you anymore. like he wants to maybe sink his teeth into you here and there. no, this is a look that says he yearns to devour you whole.

your captor can see the realization cross your features, and the look of sheer terror on your face makes him want to just go ahead and eat you right up.

“n—no, i—,” you begin writhing beneath him again, thrashing and pleading and crying for an out, but he doesn’t even have to adjust his strength to keep you in place. “i don’t taste good, i promise, i swear!”

the man only chuckles, amusing himself with your pitiful escape attempts. “let me be the judge of that.” and then he flashes you a wide, toothy grin.

a glimpse of those fangs turns your blood to ice, and your body goes numb. he laughs again as you grow still in an instant, long, forked tongue running over his glistening canines. they’re abnormally long, sharp as glass with a pointed tip. perfect for puncturing skin.

it happens faster than you can anticipate. his eyes narrow, and then a split-second later, there’s a light pressure on your neck, swiftly followed by stabbing pinpricks of pain. an abrupt gasp followed by a stuttered choke leaves your lips. your chest heaves. and then the man is looking at you again. there is red on his immaculate teeth, coating his lips, running down his chin to stain his once-pristine white shirt.

the side of your neck feels sore. a constant, throbbing pain just below your jawline, only soothed when he leans down again to run a warm tongue over the spot, feeding from you and, despite his courteous persona, it’s clear that he’s a messy eater. you can feel the smear of blood on your neck, jaw, dripping down to the dirt below and seeping into the earth.

“didn’t take you for a liar.” he is speaking again, working his snake-like tongue over his lips to poorly clean away the blood. “ i’m not usually one for sweets, but i can make an exception. just for you.”

a wave of nausea threatens to drown you entirely; birds swim in a halo around your head, eyesight blurry and faded. there are arms under your back and the bend in your knees, and then you are weightless.

“where….where are we…..”, you mumble out the incomplete inquiry.

“we’re going home.”, he says.

your head lolls to the side before resting on his chest. it’s firm, with the muted tone of his slowed heartbeat inside. his hair feels ticklish against your cheek. it makes your face scrunch up, and now there is the low rumble of his laughter at your expression. between that and the nausea, the exhaustion, it takes no time for you to drift off to sleep. and the last words you hear from the man is him calling you his new little blood bank.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hot take maybe but i think gojo is the Least likely jjk man to be a yandere …..

[bpddress-updarling]

[kasha-malasha]

eva and her gang of gentle steppe girlfriends

[reveregret]

sorry for following you everywhere like a lost puppy, i may or may not have devoted my entire existence to adoring you

[cloudedwonder]

𝜗𝜚⋆ (unedited) thinking of a yandere caretaker who needs for you to depend on him.

tw: yandere, drugging

you had been sent to spend a few months in a mental asylum after having been falsely accused of torturing someone. the girl had looked you in the eyes as she made her claims, covered in self inflicted burn scars and cuts that she pinned on you. she deceived your family, painting you to be a psychopath and to live your life behind walls.

you never understood why she did so.

you’d been assigned to a caretaker. he never told you his name, so you referred to him simply as ‘sir’ or something along those lines. you asked him why he was there, and he told you that he had been tasked with monitoring you, ensuring your safety and ensuring the fact that you were okay.

you spent a lot of your days in boredom, tasked with trivial things, like drawing or folding origami. he sat in the corner as you did so sometimes, gazing at you with intent as he wrote down his observations. you wondered who he was showing them to, but he flipped the clipboard when you came too close.

it was a dull routine you held.

you were forced into medication. you had never understood the reason in which you were given pills, but had lacked the ability to decline. he had pushed them past your lips, plugging your nose with his fingers as you struggled and held your head back, forcing them into your throat.

you had choked, asking him why he had done so. he had stared at you calmly, giving you a half-hearted response.

“would you have taken them if it was in your control?”

his answer had made you angry. at yet you found you lacked the energy to complain, to hit him as you would have done so. upon noticing your hesitance he had smiled, holding you by your jaw as he noted down the expression on your face.

“ah, so they’re working. you feel fine now, don’t you?”

the pills made you tired, and you were prescribed to consume two every morning. they kept you from defiance and made it difficult for you to refuse. often even in the solitude you were forced into, you found yourself too exhausted to be able to ponder your escape.

he was happy with your compliance. he cleaned up after you, organising things for you as you used them, and fed you your meals when you felt your arms wouldn’t lift up. he tied your hair behind your ears with ribbons so they wouldn’t interfere with your recreation, and he tucked you into bed each night.

[sweetdarling27]

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢’𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡

[alhaimeownya]

toxic yaoi hits different man

[tau1tvec]

Finally! 🤖

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #41:

The yandere king of an enemy kingdom invades yours after you refused to marry him. He killed your king husband and hoped that you would surrender, but… how would the enemy yandere king react when he sees you fiercely leading your army and fighting hard for the stability of your kingdom?

I've never seen a story where a queen is like this in front of a yandere king, since most of them were set in medieval times, where women were expected to be docile and submissive (although there are strong female figures from that time who managed to stand out). The yandere king in most of these stories does what he wants with his queen or his love, and this one, although sometimes written as a queen who wants to protest, always ends up being controlled by the yandere. I've never seen a story of a yandere king where the queen is quite strong and difficult to defeat; but here the case is different. The enemy yandere king discovers that his love is even stronger than his enemy, and she will not give in.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI !!!! (points at your wip game) you know i had to ask about i’ll make a house inside of you, i’ll go in through the mouth . . you know i have to . i have to !!!!! (as much as you can share~~ no spoilers) what are yan sugu’s motives in this piece >w< how freaky will he get from a scale of 1-10 >w< but most importantly, what inspired you to write this piece !!! i’m nosy, pls tell pls tell >w<

DILLY !!!!!! my most beloved angel i am kissing ur hand softly :3c WAHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING i am just gearing up to start writing this one properly!!

yan!sugu ….. OKAY SO . before i get into his Whole Deal . the concept came to me in a vision kinda… i’ve always loved gritty fairy tales and little red riding hood is my favorite !!!! so i thought it might be fun to use it as the basis for an eerie fic and sneak in sugu …… and then i started thinking well is he the wolf or the hunter . and the answer was Both <333

so now we have . wolf/hunter!sugu…… i’ve said this before but to me suguru’s most defining trait is the contrast he has!!! so i think the contrast between his reliable, ’trustworthy’ hunter side and his more primal, dangerous wolf side is really fitting (and ofc tasty)…. as for his motives !!!!! i’m still not entirely decided on the lore LMAO so take this in stride but….. i thought it’d be really cool if maybe reader and suguru both know they’re in a fairy tale . kind of like a loop but also not really ??? just a sense of deja vu……. and if that’s the case then maybe suguru has been the hunter from the start, has had to watch you be deceived by the wolf hundreds of times, and eventually just . kinda snaps . and invites you to his cabin so he can keep you ’safe’ (captive <3) there.

…….. basically :3c it’s Love . but also it’s more for him than for you. and somewhere along the line he (figuratively or literally) turns into the ’wolf’ of the story — now he’s the big bad villain keeping you locked away….. i think he very much views you as an injured baby bird . that he has to tend to. very condescending you know??? absolutely a freaky man but like all my sugus he is very tender when it comes to you . may or may not eat you by the end tho idk i haven’t decided . but it’s like. there’s no safer place for you than inside his stomach…. you know ……….

phdkfbfb . ANYWAY THATS ALLLLL no more spoilers for my dilly……. i don’t dabble in yan!sugu often but i do like it when he’s sick in the head which wolf/hunter!sugu very much is :3c i hope you’ll have fun with the fic once it’s out my baby !!!!!!!!!

ask me about my wips !! <33

[zhouyes]

wasn't the dream beautiful? the nightmare is when you think it's over, it's just the beginning. the grand dream will end, only the feelings will be remembered forever.

fangs of fortune, 大梦归离. [ TRAILER ]

[kasha-malasha]

girls night

[reveregret]

sorry for trying to kill myself when you talked to someone else, do you still think i'm cute?

[bpddress-updarling]

[caninuscananeus]