#yandere Killer

[suiana]

Imagine if Darling was Yan! killer's victim and got away by pulling this off-

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"stop running away- mfgh?!"

after hastily slamming your lips on the killer who was chasing after you, your adrenaline only seemed to increase as he kissed back. passionate kissing as his knife drops, your initial plan of just simply throwing him off was thrown into the drain.

"hah... how bold...."

he mumbles in between kisses as his now bare hands slide up your shirt, sending tingles up your skin. every touch only adds more fear in you as you try your best to pull away only for the killer to pull you back and grind into you.

"oh no... we can't have you running away now~"

man you should've just gotten murdered. it would've been a far more merciful fate.

[ozzgin]

A nice character with a yandere split persona. The Yandere persona was born out of the abandonment of the character by a loved one, maybe mom. Did he kill her just so she could stay? Maybe. Only the Yandere persona knows, the character is oblivious, he just knows his mom left him. But he oddly feels ok about it as though the situation has been reconciled... which is weird to him.

Now he meets and falls in love with yn. She must not leave. It's f around and find out

Btw I love you ❤️❤️❤️ The Yokai series is my fave

Oooh, I’ve been thinking of a context for your idea and I somehow got stuck on a serial killer who is unaware of it most of the time. Since you mentioned abandonment and obsession, my mind wandered to some of the typical habits, such as collecting trophies. I’ve also been wanting to try my hand at writing a serial killer, so hopefully it turns out to your liking. (Sending back the love, always a pleasure to see your comments ❤)

Although let me include a little disclaimer, because I am aware many things in the sphere of true crime are problematic: this in no way glorifies or romanticizes serial killers. Just a reminder that this is a work of fiction and all behaviors displayed are for the sake of an interesting story, not to be admired in real life.

Yandere! Serial Killer x Reader

You're temporarily staying with a kind, quiet man renting out a room in the house he inherited. It's just the two of you, and a locked bedroom he claims to be vacant. Yet as night falls, you hear the whispered arguing of a voice you don't recognize. Is anyone else there?

[Part 2] | [More original works]

Content/TW: female reader, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, horror

You must break the pattern today, or the loop with repeat tomorrow

He stares at the locked drawer of the bureau. The clock ticking in the background fades into an irritating buzz, drumming against his ears at irregular intervals like a swarm of insects. Once again, he cannot remember where the key is. Yet he does not feel compelled to search for it. It cannot be anything of significance, he tells himself. Forgotten knick-knacks, perhaps. Despite the apparent lack of curiosity, he is drawn here every morning. He wakes up, carefully folds the sheets, and goes to sit in the office. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Until, at last, the noon hour strikes, and the hallways are flooded with ghastly chimes.

Lately, however, other sounds have taken over the usual silence that envelops the house. The main door rattles faintly before opening with a creak.

“They were out of our bread rolls. I got a baguette instead.”

It’s you.

He stands up, as if startled from deep slumber, and hurries downstairs to greet you. He takes the grocery bags from your hands, flashing a smile of gratitude. Somehow, the idea of another person living here is still foreign to him. He’s gotten so used to the solitude, the quietness of the house. Time stands still when there’s no one else to remind you of it.

You glance up at the tall man, noticing his slight frown.

“Another brain fog?” You ask, worried.

“Don’t mind me. It’s a morning routine at this point”, he jokes. “More importantly, what would you like for breakfast?”

He always cooks for both of you. Initially, you were rather hesitant to go for his offer. You’d been looking for temporary accommodation and stumbled upon his advertisement. A cozy, vintage house the man had inherited from his lamentably departed mother, with one too many spare rooms. He had no need for all the space, he said in his description. You paid him a visit and were taken aback by his appearance. A massive, muscular frame that did not fit the rest of his mannerisms and features. He was soft-spoken, polite, and terribly shy. His eyes reflected the kind of gloom to be expected from anyone in his situation.

A sweet, gentle soul looking for company. On top of that, if you are to be technical, he’s a housemate difficult to compete against. Well-kept, mannered, organized, and thoughtful. He keeps to himself. You’d learned, soon after moving in, that he suffers from the occasional brain fog and memory loss. He goes for walks at odd hours to clear his mind. Enjoys reading in his office, although you’ve caught him just staring into space many times. Terribly inconvenient for the poor lad, you imagine.

The house itself is also not a bad deal by any means. Old fashioned, littered with trinkets and paintings. “My mother liked to collect many things”, he’d told you. It certainly has personality, to put it mildly. Some belongings are more bizarre than others: portraits of faceless people, with features smudged or distorted, doll heads in pompous, feathered collars hanging in clusters across the musty walls. Peculiar, but manageable.

Only at night does it become unsettling.

“Going for a walk?”

You’re curled in one of the armchairs, flipping through a magazine you found. It’s been hours since your little breakfast together and now the sun is beginning to set. The man is buttoning up his coat, standing in the doorframe and gazing at you with a smile.

“Yeah. I’m starting to detach a little. Maybe some fresh air will help.”

It’s nice, he thinks, having you here. He didn’t expect much when he ventured to rent out a room. He just wanted to hear the murmur of life again. Ever since his mother has passed…when did it happen, again? Better yet, how did it happen? Christ, he can’t remember. The last memory he has of her is not something to cherish. She was angrily shoving him out of the way, visibly annoyed by his cries and pleading. “Please don’t leave me”, he kept croaking in a pathetic tone, dragging his knees like a beggar. Then it’s all black. Black, like the cover they kept over her body at the morgue, to hide the mutilated remains. Black, like the tie he struggled to knot before her funeral. At that time, the sheets of her bed were still scattered, as if she never left. He could almost see her there, reflected onto the mirror’s surface – rather dirty as a matter of fact, he should wipe it soon – sitting melancholically on the edge of the mattress.

To think he’d be hearing footsteps again. A soothing voice. Even if it’s temporary, your presence in the house has been a blessing. Even if you must leave eventually. His lips purse involuntarily.

You hear the door close, followed by the key twisting inside the lock. You’re alone now.

With haste, you get up and sprint upstairs. You pull out a hairpin from your pocket and discreetly insert it in the cylinder. Today you find out if the spare bedroom truly is as vacant as your housemate claims.

When you first viewed the house, he mentioned that only this room will remain locked. It was his mother’s and he’d rather not look at it, he said. Let it gather dust, for all he cares.

Only at night, you’ve been hearing someone else’s voice. It didn’t happen immediately. Weeks after you’d moved in, you woke up thirsty and tiptoed on your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. On your return, you were surprised to see dim light coming from underneath the door of the forbidden bedroom. Visitors of your housemate? You hurried back into your bed, not wanting to intrude. But the following night you jolted up from the same mumbled voice. Strange that he’d invite someone over this late - twice in a row! - without saying a word to you. Even more, they were arguing like this. Curiosity got the better of you, so you snuck out and placed your cupped ear against the wall.

“No, no, no, no. I’m telling you, it’s different. She’s different from the others.” A deep, ragged voice retorted angrily.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, a fist smashing against something, then glass shattering over exasperated, shouted curses. You ran back to your room, baffled. Who on Earth was there? You could feel your heart throbbing inside your chest.

Morning couldn’t come quick enough. You marched over to your housemate, demanding to know who this stranger was. He stared at you, wide eyed and incredulous. “There’s no one else here, dear. Just you and me.” Nonsense. You knew what you heard. You’d been wide awake! He gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead. “Could it be that you’re sick? Weather has been dreadful lately.” You scanned his face with hitched breath. Was he mocking you? Yet his features betrayed no such intent. The man seemed genuinely worried; face twisted in a caring frown.

Then what? A ghost? An intruder that fancied having a chat in a dead woman’s bedroom?

You fiddle with the pin until you hear the click. Finally. Surely whoever has been frequenting the place must’ve left some clues behind. You carefully open the door and peek inside. A broken mirror and some furniture covered in webs. There’s a lingering rusty smell that tickles your nostrils, and soon enough you find the source. Next to the old bed lays a cloth splattered red. On top of it, a leather folder from which scalpels and other surgical tools fell out haphazardly. Blood? Your mouth curls in disgust. You crouch to the floor to inspect the odd items and notice a jar glistening from underneath the bed. You pull it towards you and give it a rattle. Nothing heavy. You lift the jar into the light for a better look and gasp.

Fingernails.

“Oh, I forgot to put those away.”

It’s the same deep voice you’ve been hearing at night. Your stomach drops and you turn, slowly, towards the entrance. Horror is swiftly replaced by confusion once you realize it’s none other than your housemate.

“Y-you’re back from your walk?” You blurt out.

“Walk?” He inquires. “Ah, that’s what he told you.” He steps towards you and lowers himself to your level with a grin.

“Have you come to say hello?” He points towards the tall, shattered mirror. “This is (Y/N), mother. See, I told you she’s stunning. You didn’t believe me.”

He ruffles your hair with a boldness completely unfamiliar.

Nausea overwhelms you and your ears ring in panic. Whatever is happening right now is beyond your understanding.

“I’d like to go to my room now.”

“I recognize that speech all too well. You want to run away.”

Within seconds, he grabs one of the scalpels and points it towards your throat, poking your skin with its cold tip.

“Now, don’t embarrass me in front of her like that. Do you know how hard it is to convince this bitch of anything? I told her you’re not like them, (Y/N). Don’t prove me wrong.”

“Them?” You whisper, lungs devoid of air.

“Come, let’s put this with the others first.” He pockets the scalpel and lifts you up by the hand, tenderly kissing your fingers in the process. “Then we can talk.”

You follow him into the office, and he unlocks one of the desk drawers. Against your better judgment, you stretch over his shoulder and glance inside. ID cards of various women, jewelry, lipsticks. Teeth. Fingernails.

You want to cry.

He nonchalantly dumps the contents of the jar into the drawer and slams it back shut, then throws himself in the chair and pats his thigh, eyeing you. With a sob, you clumsily climb onto his lap.

“Back to our matters. What were you planning on doing?”

“I just wanted to lay in bed.”

He takes out the scalpel and draws a line across your cheek. It stings.

“Don’t lie, (Y/N). You have nothing to gain from being naughty with me.” He coos, placing a kiss over the fresh wound.

“I wanted to run away.” You confess, petrified.

“Good. Do you now understand what happens if you try to run away?”

You briefly look at the drawer and nod.

“I knew you would. You’re so smart.” He strokes your hair fondly. “Not an easy decision to make, mind you. I love you more than anything in this world. Who’d enjoy killing their one and only?”

The man ponders his next words with a hum.

“Don’t count on getting away while he’s awake, either.” He taps his temple and chuckles. “He has no idea and won’t stop you, but I can easily find you again.”

The eggs sizzle in the pan as you stare at your plate, background sounds melting into shapeless static. After a couple more minutes, the man turns off the stove and places the food on the table with a cheerful whistle.

“Eat up!” He encourages you.

You hold onto your fork with faintly trembling hands.

“This might be the last breakfast I cook for you, after all. You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” His last sentence trails off and he smiles, dejected.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could…stay here instead.”

He gazes at you in disbelief.

“Truly? I-…That’d be fantastic.” He laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head, a deep red blush spreading over his cheeks. “Do excuse my rudeness. To be honest with you, I’ve grown quite fond of our arrangement. I really do like having you here.”

You return the smile without responding.

“Most exciting news. I’ll get the documents from the office after we eat, so we can draft a new lease.”

“That’d be lovely”, you answer curtly.

“Say, have you by any chance stumbled upon a small key around the house? I wanted to finally unlock the drawer upstairs, but I can’t remember where I could’ve left it.”

The knot in your stomach tightens.

“Not at all.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m sure it’s nothing important, anyways. Old memorabilia, most likely.”

[reareaotaku]

Love Me

Summary: Billy is so in love with you; He just can't stop himself Characters: Yandere! Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader Tw: Obsessive Billy, Stalking, death, Underage Drinking, Slight Stu x Reader

We need another flood. Like now-

His eyes were trained on you like a hawk. He knew he shouldn't get attached, because you would just break his heart, but he couldn't help himself. His heart needed you to beat. He had to have you- Even if you were already dating that football asshole, Steve.

Just his name was enough to piss Billy off. He knew he could treat you better than that asshole, plus he was better looking too.

He groaned when seeing you and Steve together. It made him want to stick a knife in the guy's heart.

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Billy swirled the knife in his hand, as Steve struggled against his bonds. Blood covered Billy's gloved hands. It made him feel giddy to know he had so much control over a man who seemed to control his emotions.

You'd be devastated, sure, but Billy will be there. Billy would always be there.

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You nearly threw up when getting the news. You couldn't even cry, it was all to much. Steve, murdered? How? This kind of thing doesn't happen. Who would do this?

School was devastating, how were you supposed to pretend like everything was okay when it wasn't.

"Hey."

You look up when hearing a voice. You vaguely recognized him as Stu's friend. Was his name Ben?

"I heard about what happened."

"Who hasn't?" You hadn't meant to be snippy, but you couldn't stop yourself.

"Ouch. Harsh much?"

You frown, before mumbling an apology under your breath.

"I'm kidding." He looks around, before clicking his tongue, "You know. Stu's throwing a party... Like a grieving party, you should come. Get your mind off you know."

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Billy sighed as he watches you from the other side of the room. He wasn't making any progress with you, and he didn't know why. He just offed his biggest threat.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to his buddy Stu.

"Whatcha looking at, Billy?" Stu looks over to where Billy's eyes where before 'Ahh'ing. "Y/n, huh? You tried?"

"It's not that easy."

"Oh, I'm sure it is."

"Yeah, how about you go for it then?"

"Oh, and take away any chance you have?"

"Oh, please, she would never dte you," Billy laughs, which just causes Stu to roll his eyes.

"Well, you better get on it, because when I get going, there's no stopping it."

[2-dsimp]

Yandere clown humiliates your mean ex and makes you laugh

[Y̾AͣN̾TͭOͦB𞀓EͤRͬ DͩAͣY̾ 5 Iͥmͫaͣg̾iͥn̾eͤ: K̾iͥl̾l̾eͤrͬ Cͨl̾oͦw𞀞n̾ f̾tͭ!]

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Cw: suggestive! Cannibalism, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Pyrok hates your ex-boyfriend and wants to eat him.

Synopsis: All you wanted was an antique doll from the antique store that was down the road from your home. But instead you get a murderous alien killer clown doll instead. With a long line of history for being known as the boogeyman who terrorized the districts of Devildom centuries ago.

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Thinking about a yandere Killer Clown! that was hexed by a powerful mage centuries ago for going on a killing spree. Cannibalizing the townsfolk like the neighborhood boogeyman. Within Devildom and leaving a trail of gnawed bones and flesh.

Yandere Killer Clown! Cursed to be a doll, with his alien features wiped from his face so he’d be looking like a blank faced mannequin. While his features were transferred onto the plate masks of varying expressions adorning his hip belt. To be kept under lock n key, shipped straight to an antique shop. Where he laid wasting away for centuries with only a mean grudge to his name. Until you came and bought the box out of curiosity.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who at first plays pretend when you open the box. Remaining dead in his doll form just to get a picture of who exactly his new owner was. And whether or not he should kill you and run away now that he’s been freed. There were many nights where he had his blank face jutted down at you.

Sitting on your chest as you breathed whilst his porcelain hand pressed against his mask which shifted into a ravenous expression. Razor teeth jutting out, with a long tongues slithering from the bottomless hole within the masks holes. Eyes boring into you, Always waiting for a chance of when you’d neglect him. Or forget to shine his porcelain body and dress him up in his favorite frills everyday. Any excuse to get rid of you but so far there was nothing.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who after a couple weeks, grew too comfortable being hugged and fawned over in his stay with you. He always wore his happy mask when he was in your presence. However, every time you left and came back you noticed how his mask switched from happy to angry.

The masks soulless eyes seemed to be glaring at you with intensity as if knowing whatever sin you committed to warrant the clowns wrath. Yeah he knew all about that wretched ex boyfriend you kept going on and off with. And it made his hollowed brain rattle violently with murderous and envious thoughts.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who became a touch more realer with every laugh he coaxed from you lips. Whether it be by his switch up in masks. (which always left you with whiplash from how it was even possible for him to do that.) Or from his out of context voice lines that had a morbid humorous edge with insults for your ex-boyfriend.

“Tiny pecker, Tiny pecker, Exy has a tiny pecker! Chop it off, lest it don’t grow any bigger!”

The past few days you could never find peace as strange things had started happening around you. More specifically with the clown doll, every time you went to polish him he felt colder than usual. And his edgy joints were less prominent with a softer more flexible edge. The kicker was that whenever you’d go to sleep. You’d always feel something breathing on you. But you chalked it up to an air drift from the window you cracked open.

Yandere Killer Clown! Who is garbling ancient enchantments via mask. Which enabled him to have an outlet to express himself. As his pointed claws surgically traced his signature sigil on your chest. the happy mask’s manic grin started growing eerily wider. At seeing the reddened glow of his brand on you. Which made the bond you two shared to be completely permanent.

This new status would allow him much more freedom. To battle against the croons curse which had limited his former self. However, it was incomplete, it was one sidedly done after all. So he needed you to do the same onto him.

You needed to Let him in.

Thanks to your intervention in his life there was so much he wanted to do. First thing on the list would be getting rid of that old croon’s curse on his body once and for all. The second would be eliminating that ex boyfriend of yours.

And lastly…Having you to be his brood mother to repopulate his alienkind of was also one of his goals. After all you were the perfect fit. You’ve already shown such potential in being his mate, by tending to him everyday and night. He’d be sure to return the favor tenfold keep you well fed, protected, and cherished.

All you had to do was Let. Him. Inside of you.

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A/n: Decided to make an attempt on doing spooky yantober entry XD

Lmk if y’all would want to see more of him. 👀

Also I think I’ve finally did all the yandere alphabet letters woohoo 🎉

[fangdokja]

“You should’ve pulled the trigger when you had the chance.”

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Hitman x Reader

♡ Oneshot. #1

♡ Word Count. 1,023

The lock clicks behind you. You don’t turn around—you never do. Your movements remain a practiced study in apathy as you set the loaded pistol down on the polished mahogany desk, its weight echoing. Silent. Final. Somewhere in the shadows of the room, he’s watching. You know he is.

He always is.

Your presence has always been a storm that rolls through rooms like gunmetal thunder. The kind that makes people flinch. The kind that makes lesser men beg for mercy, for reprieve, for anything. But not him. Never him.

His breath is silent behind you, perfectly measured like the still air before a gunshot, and then his voice follows—low and hoarse, filled with gravel and restraint.

“You took longer than usual today.”

It scrapes through the dark like a blade pulled slowly across stone. You don’t acknowledge him with words. You never do. You’re already unfastening your leather gloves, peeling them from your fingers as though he isn’t even there. As though his presence doesn’t constrict the very oxygen in the room.

But then he moves.

The floorboards whisper beneath his boots, and before you can blink, he’s behind you. Close. Too close. You don’t feel him yet—his warmth, his shadow—but you can hear it: the flex of leather across his massive hands, the tick-tick of his watch—a mechanical beast counting down to something inescapable.

“You’ve been careless, любимая.”

The Russian falls soft from his lips. He always chooses that when he wants to corrode you from the inside out.

Finally, you still.

When you speak, it’s detached, absent of life, the cold authority of someone born for power. Born to reign over others. “You’re following me again.”

A quiet laugh. A cruel, knowing sound. He doesn’t deny it.

“And yet you let me.”

Your jaw tightens.

He takes that as permission to step closer—so close now that you can feel him. The heat of him radiating against your back like something alive, a feral thing in need of restraint. And restraint is all he’s built on, isn’t it? His posture is perfect, calculated; his mind a cold, mechanical hive of thoughts you’ll never unpick.

But his hands?

His hands tremble at his sides.

“I counted the bodies you left behind tonight. Twelve. Sloppy work.” His words hum with tension, but there’s something in them that cracks, like old glass under pressure. “You’re unraveling. They don’t deserve your mercy.”

Your gaze sharpens at the accusation, but you don’t turn. Instead, you let your silence sting the way it always does—worse than knives, worse than a gunshot to the gut.

But this man doesn’t bleed the way others do.

“You think I don’t know you?” he continues, softer this time. His voice dips low, as if he’s speaking to a secret he owns. “I know what you are. What you’re becoming.”

There’s a sound of leather shifting, and then the weight of his gloved hand falls to your shoulder. Heavy. Dominant. A shackle. You tense beneath it, but it doesn’t matter; your body’s betrayal is written into the static tension of your muscles, the sharp catch of your breath—barely there but noted.

He notes everything.

“You think you’re untouchable.” His thumb presses into the tendons at your neck, slow, searching for the pulse he knows exists. He feels it there—thready but steady, alive despite yourself. It’s almost reverent when he murmurs, “I could break you apart with one hand.”

You don’t flinch.

You turn your head just slightly, finally meeting his stare. His face is obscured in shadow, save for the cut of his jaw—rough, stubbled—and the glint of his eyes. So dark. Void-black and unrelenting, like the hollow barrel of a silenced gun. They study you like a surgeon does a cadaver, stripping you down layer by layer until nothing remains. Until he’s memorized the way your veins coil beneath your skin, where your weaknesses live, where you’d break first if he let himself—

No, when he makes himself.

“I could kill you right now.” Your words come out softly, a dull blade testing the waters.

The pressure on your neck tightens. You hear the sharp creak of leather straining against his grip.

“You could try.”

And there it is: the quiet promise. The pull of power that simmers between you—raw, electric, fatal. It’s his comfort, this closeness. His desire that rots him from within. He could end you here, now, with nothing but his hands and a little force, but he doesn’t. He wouldn’t.

Because the pain he wants is deeper.

He shifts, leaning down just enough that you feel his breath at your ear—hot and seething like the whisper of a wildfire.

“If you don’t stop running from me,” he growls, “I’ll put a bullet through every last man who looks at you. I’ll drag their corpses to your feet and make you watch what I do to them.”

There’s nothing false in his voice. Nothing hyperbolic. This is the kind of man who’s kept his promises before, isn’t he? Who’s cleaned his blades in the blood of others without losing a moment of sleep.

Your hands curl against the desk, nails scraping faint crescents into the wood. You’re not scared—not really. Fear is for those with something to lose. But there’s something else festering here. Something colder.

“Do you hear me?” he presses. His other hand moves now, finally snaking around your waist. Heavy. Unrelenting. “I will take you. Keep you. Chain you down until your spirit shatters and there’s nothing left but me.”

He pulls you back against him—hard enough to feel the solid wall of muscle beneath his suit. He’s as large as he is precise, the body of someone sculpted for death and nothing more. The scent of gunpowder and sweat seeps into your senses, staining you, suffocating you.

“You’ll be mine. All of you.”

There’s no question. Only inevitability.

When you finally speak, it’s quiet—barely above a whisper, your voice hollow with detachment: “You’ll regret it.”

He chuckles against your ear, low and dark.

“Maybe.”

And then he pulls you into the abyss.

любимая - darling

[ohburgee]

You shouldn't see that

tw: yandere, angst, murder, a little gore, crimes

yandere1serialkiller x femdetective!reader

You have been scrolling through old cases about victims that have been murdered every week you were a detective investigating, solving some cases that can't be solved but at least still trying.

Sipping hot chocolate sitting alone inside the diner in the middle of snowy Montreal but when you heard your phone ring and checked to see your best friend's number you answered the call and turned on the speaker then put your phone beside your laptop.

"Hey Snowflakes how u doing!?" he said sounding excited "Here in the diner still searching for some answers," you told sounding stressed "Jeez that killer makes you crazy," he said and you chuckled as you sipped another of your hot chocolate "Guess what I have a surprise for you," he said and you look frown "What su-".

Before you finish you hear your nickname "Snowflakes!" you say your best friend walking towards you as he reaches your table and sits in front of you, he is tall with chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, and a bit muscular but your best friend doesn't even doing gym maybe he always lifting heavy things that's why.

"Is this your surprise?" you ask him and he smiles at you "No" he says and he takes something from his pocket coat takes a small box with a white theme colored and hands it to you.

"What is this?" You ask and he leans his back in his seat "My gift since you are my lovely best friend, I wanted to give her a special gift" "Aww thank you" you thank him and he even smiles more at you.

You opened the box and saw a silver bracelet with snowflakes around the chain and you looked at him with admiring eyes "For real!?" You said and he nodded you got up from your seat and went to him and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you!" You said sounding happy and he hugged you back feeling comfortable and happy too, you stopped and went back to your seat and took the bracelet out, and he told you to let him wear it to your wrist and you nodded.

He took the bracelet from your hand and you reached your wrist to him his soft cold hands brushed over to your wrist as he slowly rotated the bracelet and then he locked it before you pulled your arm he touched your bracelet seeing him feeling proud and amazed at what he just did.

You feel a blush coming from your cheek. Still, you lower your head not wanting him to see your face, yes you have been having feelings for your best friend since you both hung out together always. He is also gentlemanly to you and you feel relief and happiness one time when you ask him if ever he wanted a girlfriend but he replies that he doesn't want to have a relationship yet and that makes you feel have a chance.

"It's so beautiful in your wrist," he said smiling as you took your arm back to yours and he shrugged his body and looked at you "Not just a bracelet I wanna give to you," he said and you frowned and confused, "There's a night fest later and there's a lot of food stands and I planned to take you there for my second gift," he said feeling happy to say that to you.

"Yeah, I heard that," you said remembering you saw in the news article on the Montreal page, "I would love to go there with you" you added with a warm smile and he chuckled and smiled "Well then," he said in an exciting tone.

After you both eat in the diner and walk around the street talking, you both stop at his house you leave your files and stuff for a while since you don't want to carry something important outside and his house is not just too far but has fewer people or neighborhoods around.

You both walk around the park where the fest held lots of food stand owners shouting to eat their food and you both walk around buying some stuff you like. He paid it for you and then you both stopped at the keychain shop and you brought him a snowman keychain and you see him smile wider when you told him that he is your most precious best friend you have and he thanked you for your gift.

After walking around you both walked towards the lady who sold bbq which looked delicious and he paid them for you and you thanked him and he smiled.

As you both eat you catch your eyes a man walks towards you both and he looks furious as he reaches to you "You! You are the reason my friend died!" He said and you remember this person is the friend of one of your suspects who murdered a girl last week since you successfully found the suspect and then the police tried to arrest him but he was brave enough to fight back and shot him and died in the blood loss.

"It's all your fault!" He said looking like he was trying to attack you "He would have a chance to kill you!" He added and before he could attack you guards went towards him and held him back and then your best friend defended you as he walked in front of you.

"YOU SHOULD DIE!" he said even more furious "Your friend is a killer if he just didn't fight the police then he might still be alive right now!" You shout at him and he still struggles to attack you as the police take him away from you and your best friend looks at you in concern.

"Are you alright!?" He asked hearing his worried tone "Yes I'm fine" you said and he hugged you and you felt comforted and safe as he hugged you tightly not really hurting you.

He walked you home and told you to be careful maybe that man would attack you again you told him you're going to be fine and he smiled and gave you a goodbye kiss on your head and then left as you went inside your house.

After you cleaned yourself and went to your desk you heard your phone ring and saw your Chief director and you answered it "Hey I just found out the one who murdered the man yesterday" he said and you looked surprised "Who is it!?" You ask.

"I saw in the CCTV of the killer walking back in the street where the murder happened and I saw his arm has a tattoo that looks like a pointy line I don't know," he said and you remember to have clear one of the pictures of your files that has a person who has a tattoo in the arm but you didn't see the face because you were disturbed by your best friend and didn't get a look before you both walked out the diner.

"I'll send you the picture," he said and I heard my phone notify as you touched the CCTV picture of a man wearing a hood on his head, and exposing both of his arms, you saw a tattoo, a cybersigilism tattoo.

"I think I have a clear picture of this," you said and your Chief hummed "I'll call you back," you said and he said okay and ended the call you scattered your desk finding the file until you remembered that you left it to your best friend's house as you took your phone dialed his number but no one is answering, you dialed again but no avail.

You give up and get up from your seat take your coat, get your keys get out of the house, and drive to your best friend's house.

You reach his and get out of the car it is a quiet place with no neighborhoods and you notice it's starting to snowy you walk upstairs through his house door you knock on it but no answers you try again, and again but no one where is he your mind ask as you took one of the keys.

You have the spear of his house key and you unlock it and get inside, it's not bad if you invade his house since he told you to just go in anytime you want which is weird but he is your best friend.

You walk through to the hallway it is dark only a warm orange light lighting the place maybe that's a fireplace as you reach the room which is the living room as you remember, you see a black stain on the wooden floor as you lower yourself and touch it, it is fresh liquid and you smell it it's like blood and you took your phone and turn flashlight it was blood, real blood.

You immediately take your gun out of your pocket and point it up as you walk to the living room you walk in and see two silhouettes of people and before you talk both of them turn around and see your best friend holding a knife through the person's neck and the person who is holding in the ground is the guy who tries to attack you earlier.

"He tried to hurt you snowflakes," your best friend said and before you talked he sliced deep into his neck and threw his body on the ground the blood bleeding on the floor.

"You shouldn't seen that my snowflakes," he said, and before he walked towards you, you pointed the gun at him "What are you doing!?" You asked him and he chuckled "He tried to attack you and maybe he planning to kill so I killed him before he could do it," he said and slowly approached you.

As you look around and see the files you left and a picture that you have been looking for you see a man in the hood and you see a tattoo the same tattoo that your Chief sent to you a cybersigilism.

And you immediately looked at your best friend and your eyes widened when you saw the same tattoo on his arm.

"How," you said, and before you could guard yourself he immediately attacked you and you tried to fight and kick him away from you but he was strong and your gun was thrown away and landed beside the couch and before you could get it, he took your arm and pulled you close to him. You back pressed into his.

"No no no, I don't want to fight with you," he said pulling you closer to him, his arm around your shoulder and his other hand holding your both wrist.

"And also I don't want to kill you, remember when we first met I was planning to kill you but you were something precious to you," he said as you tried to struggle from his hold and he groaned and held you tight.

"I- is because I was a detective so y-you can gain-ed some information," you said and he chuckled "Yes yes that's right," he said proudly before you tried to get out of his grasp.

"But there's something more that caught my attention" he added and you stopped yourself and looked up at him "You were so cold yet those eyes made me warmly in this cold place, I was alone, alone in the cold place and when you came you made it warmly I feel myself more happy and not being alone, you made me feel lighten up like I was addicted".

And you look down hearing those words coming from him made you feel touched but yet guilty. "And I can't let it go, i said to myself I will keep you as my best friend," he said sounding like he was happy saying those words 'But those feelings that I wanted to keep you with me," he chuckled, and smiled at you as he caressed your hands and keep tightly into his.

You feel butterflies as he says those words again making you feel better, he is your Best friend and yes he is good and kind to you but seeing the truth of him losing you bit of kindness.

Before you say something he injects something into your neck and you feel dizzy and tired can't move your body, arms, and legs as you slowly fall but your Best friend catches you and carries you upstairs to his bedroom and lets you lay in his bed.

"Just sleep my snowflakes you need rest since I made you stress finding me and I feel bad and sorry for that," he said you kept trying to open your eyes but slowly couldn't hold them, "No no keep those eyes closed you need to sleep my snowflakes I'll come back when I'm done, I just need to clean the mess downstairs," he said softly and kissed your forehead and then your lips.

"Good night my snowflakes love"

Welp a bit long I write but I was satisfied writing this story, I got inspired by a psychological thriller movie called The Snowman.

Also sorry for taking long for me to update I'm kinda lazy sometimes but I'll try to write as soon or maybe not hehe. Hope you all doing well and don't forget to take care of yourselves :)

credits to the dividers: https://www.tumblr.com/cafekitsune

[unyandere]

Extremely unyandery master post

Yandere stalker getting weirded out by his darling

Yandere kidnapper x reader reads THAT kind of fanfiction

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Yandere villain x snarky reader who doesn’t mind dying

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Yandere clown x reader who committed war crimes

Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

Yandere bully x reader who uses Socratic irony

Yandere classmate x reader who secretly ships him with another classmate

Yandere killer x reader who is a theatre kid and can’t stop making musicals references

Yandere wizard x Gen Z reader who is a bit too much into zodiac signs

Yandere villain sidekick x hero secretly married to the villain

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Yandere prince x reader Who wants to recreate the Roman Empire

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[t3ddyd0ll]

The yans with a darling that just cries, and cries. And cries and cries and cries and cries and well you get the point.

simon would be super gentle and calm whenever you start crying. expect to be medicated more frequently to help the anxiety so you'd probably be sleepy a lot! theyd feel bad for you though and would do their best to keep away any triggers and would spend a lot of time holding u. expect lots of crooning and rocking u back n forth, or petting ur hair/back!

wyatt would try to cheer u up as best they can. sometimes they'd hug you and rock you, other times they'd try to distract you with your favorite things or things you just like in general. it would make them a bit anxious and they'd feel terribly guilty if they were the cause, but at the end of the day they'd want to make u feel better!

thomas would pity you and wipe your tears, click his tongue and tell you there's nothing to fuss about. if there's any particular reason he'd want to help fix it, but he'd try to help train you out of it through breathing and a positive and negative reinforcement system. so you wouldn't really be punished or anything, but he wouldn't want you to have crying fits too often! he wants u to be comfortable too! but also he'd definitely collect little vials of ur tears sometimes.

viktor would want to get to the root of the cause, find out not only why you're crying, but why you cry so easily and so much. he'd probably do some hypnosis therapy to pick ur brain about it. expect some crooning, some little kisses on your face, and gentle questioning to see what's got his lamb soooo upset. unlike thomas, viktor would encourage the crying, because it means you'll turn to him more and probably be isolated from others much easier.

emil would honestly enjoy how easy u cry cos he thinks ur even prettier when ur upset <3! his reaction to it really depends on his mood though, like sometimes you'd get held and doted on, sometimes you'd get your picture taken, sometimes you'd get cut up or hit, and sometimes he'd ignore it. just tell you to take a breath and calm down.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Fluffynightkiller week 2024:

Day 3 Blind.

hehehe someone is in troubleeeeee. I Got reminded of zu's work from last yearrrrrr. Some dark romance is goooodd.

Original killer belongs to rahafwabas

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

Original nightmare by jokublog

[everlasting-rainfall]

Could you do something involving Kid and Killer for that one piece crossing au please 👀

Separate or poly, whichever you want to do ~

I think that I have just the thing for them and I’m pretty sure that I might be able to handle the two of them being poly, my apologies though in advance if I don’t do them right

But let’s get into it before I potentially start rambling about something! And I hope that this is good! I tried my best!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Violence, Murder, Sentient Video Games, Kid being Kid, Stalking, Writing Similar to Old Creepypasta, Obsessiveness, Noncon, Loss of Hope

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly I can imagine that you’re the next person to wind up with the One Piece Crossing game and let’s say that like how you got your hands on it was that it appeared in a used games store for dirt cheap and you were hoping to get your hands on at least something like Animal Crossing

You returned home and you got comfy before booting up the game, you did the typical stuff of customizing your character and setting the time and all that but eventually it came time to pick your villagers

You hit the random button so many times as you had picked pirates over marines, you hoped to find something that fit your aesthetic but none of them really stood out to you

Shanks and Benn, Luffy and Zoro, Roger and Rayleigh, Omatsuri and Muchigoro, Bear King and Honey Queen, Doflamingo and Crocodile

None of them seemed to fit your type until you pressed random one last time and wound up with not Kid and Killer but two other characters instead, the two of them seemed like they would be pretty alright and match your aesthetic

Like let’s say that your aesthetic is like soft and cute, these two fit it pretty well however when you go to press confirm that these are the villagers you want

Random gets hit one more time by accident and suddenly you don’t know who you’re heading out with until you arrive at the island and dread fills you when you see who you got. Two punk looking guys who look like they don’t at all match your aesthetic

It’s disappointing but it is too late to go back and change it so you’ll just have to make do with these two as you go through the tutorial and figure out how to do things

As you go through the tutorial, you talk to what’s going to be your fellow islanders and find out that although Kid is rather grumpy and makes fun of you for having trouble with certain parts of the game. Killer is at least chill as he does make comments like “You really can’t get it?” before sighing and slightly assisting to get it out of the way

Eventually when your individual homes are set up and the tutorial has ended, you’re free to start having as much fun as you’d like here on this island

You make progress through the game and start trying to customize the island to fit your aesthetic, you start around your home with a very soft almost Sanrio esque aesthetic that just feels pleasant to look at but as you start stretching it out

That’s when trouble arises as you place down an item just a bit too close to what Kid must deem as his territory causing him to rather aggressively and rudely kick it over telling you to not put that kind of shit near his and Killer’s part of the island

These are just characters in a video game so you decide to wait until Kid isn’t around to place it down again only to be stopped this time by Killer who picks it up and gives it right back to your character with a “Don’t…”

It’s getting irritating as all that you want to do is decorate your island so you reload the game when it’s late at night and when the game indicates that the two men are asleep, you decorate and put the game down for the night when you’re done

The next time that you pick up the game… Guess what’s waiting for you in your mailbox? It’s a letter from Kid and Killer with a gift attached! You open it up only to find that it’s an item labeled as “Ruined Object” and the letter simply states “Don’t try that shit again!”

It took a long time to get this item in the game so you decided to talk to them only to find a new option for conversation in the dialogue box when you spoke to Kid called “I have a suggestion” and when you picked it. He told you to be quick

You were then presented with two options one that suggested you halve the island with them and the other being to insult him but considering how he and Killer ruined your object, you could not see that going well for you so you picked the first one

“Finally you’re talking sense… What do you have in mind?”

This brought up the in game map showing the island, Kid gave his suggestion first of very little of the island for you but you gave yours and drew a line down the middle of the game map. He didn’t sound happy but he told you to keep your shit on your side now

You continued the game after that and it seemed like everything was going well, you decorated your side of the island exactly how you wanted and they decorated their side too to fit their own style

When you would wander your island, you would occasionally see them on your side usually just wandering or needing to talk to you about something like “I found *insert object* and it looked like something you might want” or “Have you seen Kid anywhere? I can’t find him…”

These conversations would typically be short and the items that they gave you usually were your aesthetic but customized to be more in their style causing you to usually store it in your home inventory space or just get rid of it altogether

Eventually though you opened the game map one day to see that Kid and Killer had moved in with each other as there was one less house on the map, you went to see what was up thinking maybe one of their houses burnt down but when your character knocked and went in

You almost immediately turned around and left with a face bright red in real life the two of them were currently engaged in some very passionate activities with each other in their home, it was safe enough to say that you had your answer as to what was going on to make them move in together

They entered a relationship with one another and the game made it so that they moved in with each other as a result of it

You really weren’t expecting that sort of graphic scene to be in a game like this but then again, it wasn’t exactly straight up animal crossing so you just tried to forget it until you got a letter telling you to take a picture next time as it’ll last longer…

The game continued on after that with you hopping on for at least an hour everyday to do stuff, a few more villagers even moved in as well. Heat, Wire, and a few other people as well who all choose to live on Kid and Killer’s side of the island

It didn’t bother you though considering they much more fit in with their aesthetic anyways

There were a few days where you didn’t play as you were busy and whenever you returned, the two of them almost seemed slightly curious like “Where were you yesterday?” and “Don’t sleep so much… I’m not gonna wake you up if you do…”

But it was one day however when you and a friend of yours decided to try something as they had a copy of animal crossing and wanted to see if they could visit your island

So you did and your friend’s character was soon running around your island with you, the two of you were having quite a bit of fun as you both played around in every way that you both could think of but that fun started to come to an end when one of your villagers wandered onto your side of the island

It was just Killer at first who came up to you and asked who that guy was when you choose the dialogue option of him being your friend, Killer’s model visibly looked your friend up and down before turning back towards you and telling you to straight up ditch them before ending the conversation

After that, you continued to hang out with your friend but oddly enough you kept running into your villagers. It wasn’t just Kid and Killer who you kept running into either as you even encountered a few of the other villagers

All of whom told you that Kid and Killer were looking for you like “Killer wants to talk to you about something” or “Kid has something for you” but you always just ignored them thinking you could see them later

Eventually though, Kid came out of nowhere and entered a conversation with you while you were in the middle of something. You tried to speed through his dialogue by mashing the button but by the end of the conversation, he looked visibly pissed

Once that was done, you couldn’t get rid of him as he followed you and your friend everywhere like were you and your friend just trying to fish together to catch something? There’s Kid standing right in between the two of you

Honestly he almost seemed to be trying to get your attention too as he would make jokes about the small fish that your friend would pull up but if you pulled up a small one then he would give a gruff “Nice job”

This only ended when your friend finally left and you both agreed to meet up on his island next time due to the actions of your villagers

And when you did, you had a ton of fun but when you had your character return to your island. Almost immediately they were practically swarmed by Kid and Killer who demanded to know where you had been

Then after you selected the dialogue option to tell them, they looked visibly angry like “Didn’t we tell you to ditch that guy? They’re not good for you…” among other things

Eventually you got tired of it and decided to shut the game off while they were speaking as it wasn’t like you were going to lose any progress and besides you needed a break from that shit…

Especially when you hopped on the next day only to find your house that you had worked so hard on looking absolutely trashed

So you took a break for a good long while and played on your other consoles whenever you got the urge to play something, you even spent time with your friend in real life and the two of you got closer. You didn’t start dating but it could be assumed that you were

When your friend told you that they had something to give you on the game, you booted up your console at the same time that they did only for something that made you scream bloody murder to happen

Almost as if you had suddenly stepped into a horror movie, a large metal hand shot out of the screen and grabbed you in its grasp, your friend tried to pull you out of its grasp as you were pulled in but wound up getting sucked in too

Once you both had crash landed, you saw that you were being held by Kid as he wrapped one arm around you that kept you pressed tightly into him no matter how much you struggled

Your friend was lying on the floor looking dazed and confused, they barely even got a chance to register anything before they were suddenly cut down by Killer and as their blood was splattered across the floor, you found yourself as the center of their attention

“What do you think you were doing cutting us off like that when we were trying to talk to you?”

“We told you to ditch that guy and you brought them over… You mind as well have fucked them right in front of us with how close you two were!”

You of course tried to fight against the two of them with tears in your eyes as they both dragged you home, your island had been completely changed as well by them and the others. It was practically unrecognizable

Your home was no better as it had changed for the worse, the entire thing was completely in their style compared to yours as they dragged you upstairs. They threw you onto what used to be your bed and suddenly you were seeing notifications pop up in front of you

All things saying that while you’ve been asleep, Kid and Killer took over the island as its new leaders and completely got rid of the fact that you halved the island with them. They renamed the island as well and not only that but apparently entered a relationship with you as well

With eyes wide, you read all of them and didn’t quite know what to think but you didn’t have much time to think as you were slammed back onto the bed quite roughly to the point where you were sure you would have a nasty bruise

”If you want to cheat in front of us with someone like that then we’ll just have to remind you of who exactly you belong to…”

And it was after that when your outfit was completely ripped away from your body as they held you down and used your body like it was a sex doll as they made you move into so many positions and made you do so many things

By the very end of it… You were so relieved that it was over as you were covered in sweat, tears, bruises, bites, and a lot of cum…

“Better not try anything like that ever again…”

There was no escape from this game and you were stuck here forever with the two of them, they forced you to dress in a style exactly the same as them and treated you like a toy

They would tell you that they loved you dearly so there was no reason to act like you were trapped in some kind of horrible situation, you just needed to be reminded of who you belonged to is all and they were sure that you would be good now

Over time, they did start to become more kind with you even if just a little bit as Kid did start actually allowing you to leave the house without one of them. It wasn’t like you could go anywhere but they did tell you that these things could be revoked if you acted up

Eventually once you were good enough, Killer even allowed you to have something from your aesthetic and despite the slight bit of comfort that you felt when you held it

You knew that it could be easily taken away from you at a moments notice especially if they ever saw you trying to find a way out of the video game and back to the real world

Really truly… You just needed to accept that you would be here forever… There was no way out with them…

They had taken over your island, they had forcefully started a relationship with you, and they had shown what they were willing to do if you ever misbehaved too much

Plus what would you tell the police about what happened if you ever made it back? Your friend had been pulled into a video game with you and murdered by the characters? Like they would ever believe you

So… You were going to stay here forever and simply hope that maybe one day just one day, you would potentially free

Although you knew you never would be

[basementstalker]

倉吉サム@お仕事募集中

[suiana]

Yandere killer plss <3

✎ yandere! killer headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― murder, possesiveness etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! killer who was, and still is, a super wanted criminal. literally everyone is hunting him down, his bounty is always on the rise!

✎ yandere! killer who met you after he got fatally wounded by the police. you asked him whether he was alright and even nursed him back to health! when asked about whether you knew his identity you merely shook your head! are you some kind of...sheltered saint??

✎ yandere! killer who falls in love with you during the time when he was bedridden. you took care of him so well! you're like his...tiny and cute little spouse or something... he's blushing just from thinking about it. his cute little nurse. heh.

✎ yandere! killer who watches and adores you from afar. god you're...so adorable?? you are such a homebody! taking care of him like he's some helpless puppy...as if he isn't one of the most feared murderers...

✎ yandere! killer who grows more and more possesive of you as time goes by. well, it looks like you're stuck with him now! should've thought about that before being kind to a random person huh?

✎ yandere! killer who cuts down on his murders and tries to spend more time with you. he should spend time with his favourite nurse, shouldn't he? I mean, not murdering for a bit would also mess with the police too! so it's a win win!

✎ yandere! killer who doesn't hide his murderous side from you. in fact, he even tells it to you! with a straight face, like the straightest face a guy can make while telling their crush that they're a murderer. but you don't even flinch! you just nodded and continued cooking lunch for the both of you! if he didn't love you before he sure as hell did now.

✎ yandere! killer who kills as a form of affection. he'll cut off someone's ring finger, with a ring attached, and give it to you in a gift box, all wrapped and boxed nicely. he thinks it's romantic, you think it's a nuisance. you two are such polar opposites but fit with each other so perfectly!

✎ yandere! killer who loves your relationship dynamic. big scary murderer and cute stoic little nurse. what an unexpected but surprisingly perfect dynamic, don't you agree?

✎ "little nurse~ here's a heart from me to you~"

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Bad Guy x Reader

I am currently in my Natural Born Killers nostalgia, and so I'm borrowing its vibes and bringing you this: a bad-to-the-bone, rock-and-roll attitude yandere who constantly makes you question your own morality. Featuring an old OC!

Content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, male yandere

He fell in love with you at first sight. A goody two shoes, quiet and obedient. Shy. Oh, terribly shy. You couldn't even meet his eyes. He knew you were the kind others would step on, take advantage of. But there was more to it, much more to uncover.

Who was it? A relative, a friend, a coworker? You know, that person holding you back, keeping you in your place. The one who'd always make you feel small and insignificant. The one who would always find something to criticize. How did it feel when you found them on the ground, bashed in and bloodied up? He was standing above the lifeless body, catching his breath, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His way of courting you.

He looked so tall in that moment, towering above your hesitant self, his gaze of a confidence and intensity you'd never known before. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in", he said, gesturing towards a convertible he most likely stole earlier that day. What possessed you in that moment to join him without delay? Was it his charisma? Or did you know in the depth of your soul that he wouldn't take no for an answer?

You see, he's known it from the beginning. Someone like you needs someone like him. You’re a sweet little lamb lost among the wolves. The world would eat you right up if you were left by yourself. But now you have him. And he won't let his precious prey get away. Oh, dear, no. If he wants something, he gets it. And he's never wanted anything more than you.

"You didn't...even tell me your name", you sheepishly spoke up from the passenger seat, trying to keep your mind away from the crime you'd just witnessed. "Just call me Tig", he said casually with a yawn, speeding away. "Won't you be in trouble, Tig? Why would you even kill-" you tried to reason. "What kinda question is that? They treated you like shit and it pissed me off." He glanced at you with a frown, taking another drag off his cigarette. "You're mine now, so whatever happens to you is my business. Got it?" You just stared. Was that his way of asking you out?

Tig lives by his own rules, as you quickly learned from becoming his companion. Always on the run, indifferent to the world. For the most part, to your surprise, he's well-behaved. If people don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with them. Simple as that.

Anything involving you, however, sets him off terribly. Like a rabid, ferocious guard dog, he's ready to pounce on whoever approaches you the wrong way. Last week you stopped at a highway diner for coffee, and on your way back to your table, you jokingly pulled a clumsy dance move to the song playing from the speakers. Tig observed you with an amused smile, sipping from his cup. A passerby joined you, resting his arm on your waist flirtatiously. Tig's smile dropped in an instant, and next thing you knew, the whole place was splattered in blood. No one made it out.

"I didn't even finish my coffee", you whined, already used to the occasional massacre. The man hopped behind the counter and threw on a bloodied cap. "What will it be, sir/ma'am?" he pretended, dangling a takeaway cup and starting the espresso machine. "I never told you, but I used to be a barista", he declared proudly. An entirely different person from the unhinged killer you witnessed minutes ago. "What? You said you were a mechanic", you questioned with raised brows. "That's also true. I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. You know what I'm best at, though?" He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours. "Pleasing you."

The man is romantic in his own way. He twists the key, and the engine stops. You follow him out of the car in confusion. "Why did we stop here?" He briefly lifts himself up onto the tall fence securing the bridge, and inhales deeply. "Isn't it a nice view?" he says, nodding ahead. It is a scenic sight, sure. The river slithers along the lush valley, and the setting sun gives everything a dramatic tint. "Give me your hand", he suddenly demands as he goes to grab it himself. Before you can ask for an explanation, he quickly drags a blade across your palm, and you wince in pain. He repeats the gesture with his own hand, locking his fingers with yours over the rail. You watch as fresh blood trails along your skin, eventually falling into droplets and vanishing into the river. "Now we're going to be everywhere", he remarks playfully. "Okay, but what was the point?" you insist, a little baffled.

"Isn't it obvious? Maybe this will help", he continues, procuring a ring from his pocket. "I'm saying I want to marry you, (Y/N)."

You open your mouth to answer, but he already slides it up your finger, eyes glimmering in excitement.

"You're never getting away from me, love."

[reareaotaku]

Prank Call

Summary: You keep getting Calls from what you can only assume is a prankster Characters: Yandere! Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader Tw: Pank calls, Horror

"And now, bend over like this. Stretch out those muscles-"

There's a loud ringing noise, causing you to groan. "Steve, can you get the phone!"

You hear a whine, but ultimately the ringing stops.

"Hello?"

There's some chatter, but you weren't listening. You pulled up your leg towards your chest, as the video instructed.

"Y/n?"

You turn towards your brother, who was holding out the phone towards you. "What?"

"It's for you. If you knew your boyfriend was calling, why would you have me answer the phone?"

"Boyfriend?" You grab the phone from your braindead brother, "Hello?"

"Hello."

You didn't recognize the voice. It was deep and scratchy with a pitch of tone. "Do I know you?"

"You don't know your boyfriend's voice?" There's a chuckle and you can practically hear the smirk. "What's your favorite horror movie?"

You look towards the tv, where the yoga instructor was now in the doggy position, ass up high and sharp edged.

"I don't know. I don't watch much horror."

"Oh, come on, N/n, everyone has a favorite horror movie."

You roll your eyes, sighing deeply, "Hellraiser... I guess?"

"You don't seem like a Hellraiser kind of girl."

"That's the one with the Pinhead guy, right?"

"Yes-"

"Pretty freaky. If that's all, I have to go."

Before the caller could respond, you hung up the phone. It started to ring again, but you went back to your yoga video.

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You slam your locker, your brother leaning on the locker next to you, Casey wrapped around his arm.

"And we're planning to go to her house-"

You ignored him, feeling eyes on you. You looked around before spotting the one looking at you, Billy. Billy was a strange guy- Not in a good way. He was your number one suspect of the guy who called...

Though, you doubted he really knew anything about you, so you doubted he'd go out of his way to mess with you.

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You hum to yourself as you do the dishes. You were alone at home, thankfully. You liked being home alone, because there was no messes made by your disgusting brother and it was quiet.

Ring. Ring.

Scratch that. You groan as you pick up the phone and get annoyed.

"Hello?"

"Y/n, how are you this fine evening?"

You groaned when hearing the familiar voice. "Oh, fuck off you punk and leave me alone."

"Oh, that's no way for a lady to talk."

"Fuck you-"

"If you hang up that phone, I'll kill your brother!"

You stop when hearing muffled screaming. "What do you want?"

"Oh, now you want to play nice? Hmmm... I want to play a game."

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I NEED MOREE CONTENT OF ICHA THE CULT LEADER FROM THE SPIN-OFFS 😭

he's just so adorable and cute and all hwjcjai 🥺🥺💕💕

if it's okay to ask, can i ask for more nsfw content for him?? he's just so adorable!! (icha favoritism?)

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Yandere Cultleader x Desperate gn reader!

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Synopsis: All you wanted was a chance to be loved well look no further than your local Cultleader Icha who’s grown desperate himself. From playing docile with you all this time. (Continuation off a previous ask I already did. Might drop a part two for altar smut👀 1.6k words)

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Cw:MDNI suggestive! religious themes/gore/cult activity/manipulation/gaslighting/coercion/slight mention of murder/obessive/possessive tendencies/unhealthy behavior/ Icha being delusional.

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“Ευλογημένος Έρως της αγάπης, του πόθου και του πόθου. Ξέρετε ότι η επιθυμία μου υπερβαίνει κατά πολύ εκείνη του μέσου ανθρώπου.”

The Cultleader chanted, in greek of which he learned to fully connect with his patron god. On his knees hands clasped in a prayer position as he was desperate to have you in his clutches.

“Είσαι μάρτυρας, αφοσίωσή μου, Ξέρεις πόσο καιρό έχω περάσει τόσο καιρό με αυτή την τρυφερή αγάπη στην καρδιά μου. Με σιγοκαίει!”

After spending so much time restraining himself. Acting like a docile gentleman for his darling, but seeing no progress. He was barely hanging on a thread from kidnapping you and holding you hostage in his room.

“Κύριε Έρως! Σας παρακαλώ να ακούσετε τις παρακλήσεις μου. “

The young Prophet was so needy for you that he did manifestation spells. Hoping his delusions of you magically appearing in his lap from his earnest summonings. Would come true so he could love on you like the precious babe you are.

“Δώσε μου καθοδήγηση! Ρίξε μου ένα καταραμένο κόκαλο, και θα σου δώσω ένα μπροστινό κάθισμα για το πώς θα αφήσω την επιθυμία μου για την αγάπη μου να με καταναλώσει.“

Since the day he met you he diligently prayed to his patron god Eros. For deliverance from the friend zone you unknowingly placed him in. Whilst holding a doll of you that he made from scratch using the fabric of your used underwear that he’d stolen for religious purposes.

However, his moment of praying were disturbed, hearing the repetitive knocking at his secluded altar. Within the catacombs of an abandoned cellar. Icha bristled donning his cloak with the symbolic rose markings upon his mask.

Icha’s temper was getting the best of him, as he scowled. Prepared to rip the follower a new one for interrupting his needless begging. Blowing out the incense he let Eros know of his departure. Before getting up and marching towards the door.

Though, taking his anger management lessons to heart. He did the box technique and collected himself. He is supposed to be a dignified sect leader after all.

“Devotee, you realize what you’re doing is a violation correct? As I’ve said before do not interrupt me in the middle of worship unless it’s an urgent matter.“ Icha, said in a stern tone masked with veiled frustration.

The Devotee bowed their head apologetically in response, “My apologies! Esteemed prophet, this matter is of urgency! One has come seeking for the revelations of lord Eros”

“I see, I suppose that’s arguable justification to overlook your offense. Lead the way devotee.”

The Cultleader relented begrudgingly following the grunt to the entrance of my underground lair of worship. The fanatic couldn’t possibly turn a blind eye for new worshippers. All the more to get into the good graces of the god of love and desire. With news of a new member to join their cause of finding eternal love. Only to find that the said new follower of Eros was you. The one he’s been craving all this time.

With unparalleled speed Icha shoved the grunt out of the way making haste to you. Panting like a dog in sheer excitement at how lord Eros had answered his prayers and brought his love to him. He’d be sure to show his gratitude to repay such a blessing.

“A-AHEM! Lord Eros has told me all about you! In fact your a-arrival was long overdue. And for the record Lord Eros has already b-blessed us to be soultied! T-tonight actually right at the altar!”

Icha was too excited, and just spilled his evident yearning for you to see. You of course were surprised but at the same time desperate for some type of connection. Which driven you to seek out the cult of Eros, in hopes of finding the one for you.

“R-really Eros was expecting me? And we’re to get a soultie? Is that supposed to be some sort of indoctrination ritual?”

You stammered taken aback by the Cultleader’s statement. Icha’s heterochromatic ringed eyes dilated at you in an unhinged manner. Seeing how cute you were playing dumb he stepped closer. His gloved hand coming to rest on your chin as he lifted your head up to giving a wide deranged smile.

“Of course not, the soultie ritual is sacred! Only privy to you and me. You see, you’re special! The fact that you’re here proves that Lord Eros finds us to be a match made in heaven.”

The prophet declared, letting his hand fall from your face caressing your arms and taking your hands into his. The grip was tight as Icha ushered you further into the underground space.

Passing by cloaked devotees and heading towards the restricted sacrificial room. Displaying a pristine alter where a small statue of Eros lay over watching it. Depictions of Cupids were carved into the walls. While hundreds of scented candles, surrounded the perimeter. As offerings such as roses and grapes.

“Well first things first before we can get to the good part, Lord Eros requires a s-sacrifice.”

Icha continued leading you towards a pedestal where a large ceremonial knife rested. Picking it up in his digits. The blade was sharp and clean. Perfect for the sacrifice he had in mind. To pay his god Eros tribute for such a joyous occasion.

“To fully accept you into his flock as his priestess. And take your place my second in command! You’d need to heed these simple r-rules.”

With a mere clap of his hands two upper ranked Devotes came dragging in a person whose identity was covered by the burlap sac over their head. Labeled heretic.

“Firstly, you’re not allowed to leave. The moment you stepped into his domain you’re considered as his Devotee. Any indication of betrayal/neglect in your duties towards Lord Eros results in immediate dismissal.”

Waving a hand he turned away the Devotees who bowed their heads and stalked away. After leaving behind the muffled hostage wringing around in their restraints. Begging to be released.

“Secondly, Y-you will pledge your complete and utter loyalty to me. Since I’m the Prophet of Eros you must promise to obey and listen to my commands.”

Not even batting a glance at the already bloodied heretic writhing in pain within the sanctity. Icha suddenly placed his arms at the stone altar on either side of you. Leaving you pinned against his cloaked body. Now pressed into yours as he cornered you against the stone with no escape.

“The rules are easy enough to follow right? So let’s have our first crime of passion and send this traitor off together!”

The Cultleader’s voice trembled in pure elation, spinning you around so that he was snug against your behind. His palms steadily guiding your own to point the ornamental knife at the captured Heretic. Who was crying for forgiveness though it was muffled by the sac upon their head.

“Wait you seriously don’t actually mean to kill them right? Is this some kind of joke—“

Your hands were shaking completely at a loss for words. Were you truly going to go through with this initiation process which was basically first degree murder?

“This is just a minor step that has to be done in order for us to finally be bounded together.” Icha interjected, his almond eyes narrowing as he used his other hand to tilt your head back so he could peer down at you.

“You’ve been lonely right?” The Cultleader whispered into your ear, his soothing voice echoing in your mind. Almost as if he was trying to brainwash you like he did the rest. “Searching for someone to care for you, console you, love you. Isn’t that the reason why you came here in the first place?”

“That’s true, I did c-come here for that but I didn’t know I’d have to do this. This is wrong, it isn’t what I wanted—“ You said already having a near panic attack, seeing how the heretic was already missing their hands. The stumps were poorly wrapped.

“Lord Eros and I have been eyeing you for a long time. We’ve seen your attempts at trying to find love on your own. And look at where it’s gotten you, nowhere.” The Prophet hissed, a bit frustrated from your acts of denial. You flinched at his harsh tone recalling how it was just the plain truth of the matter.

Icha chilled himself, seeing that you too realized that obvious fact. after all he was the one to blame for your lackluster love life. Since a smug smile tugging on his lips from the memories of how he successfully hexed every potential suitor to suffer from scrutinizing symptoms the moment you entered their sights.

“But here is your golden chance to get that love you need and deserve! With lord Eros’s help we were finally reunited! To become one as preordained” Icha said in a matter a fact tone, he buried his face to your exposed neck taking in a deep whiff. Sighing in pure pleasure of finally having you in his grasp.

“I’m all yours, and you’re all mine. I can give you whatever you need. I’ll make sure you’re never left aching” The shaking in your body slowly quelled to a stop. Your brain registering his honeyed words, god you were so desperate to even consider this. Icha noticed you relaxing and merely smiled pressing chaste kisses down your neck savoring the taste of your flesh.

“Don’t you see? You’re already the reason for the life I breathe everyday. You’re my soulmate! We just need to make it official!”

You barely even knew this guy who was promising you eternal happiness. But you didn’t really care at this point you just wanted to be loved. You gripped the knife tightly tears welling up from your eyes as you came to a stop at the crumpled figure of the Heretic. Icha lovingly caressing you and talking you through your nerves like a lullaby.

“All you need to do is take the leap of faith with me... I’ll be with you no matter where you lead.”

In the center of the room lies Eros statue. Eyes glowing a faint light. An untraceable wisp of laughter filling Icha’s ears. As The corner of its lips quirked into an unnoticeable smirk of amusement.

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Omg plz more Yandere Slasher

Slasher yandere

The static noise of a television travelled through the large room, on the couch placed in front of a TV sat you and watched the news.

Concerning incidents had begun taking place and you were worried. Much more worried than your housemates or anyone else on campus seemed to be. It was weird, it was like they didn't care at all or as if they believed it was some sort of joke.

The woman in a green blazer was interviewing the parents of the recent victim. She held the microphone to the somber pair and let them speak to the camera.

"W-we just can't believe our little g-girl is really. the Mrs cried and clutched her husbands arm.

"It's so hard to think that anyone would do such a thing."

They were obviously devastated at their daughter's murder and you felt so bad for them.

It's awful how this happens and you couldn't imagine how the victims loved ones must handle it. Their children, sibling or friend has been brutally murdered by an unknown killer.

Thinking about the gruesome details of the murder you just heard minutes earlier by the reporters, you shuddered. You couldn't envision being stabbed more than ten times and then tied up in the living room.

These crimes took place around town, always young people; exactly like you. But lately they've come closer to your collage and you've began getting worried about it. What if something happens to your friend or if you're next in line to be slashed? While you thought about these things a lot recently your loved ones hasn't appeared to share your thoughts.

Mia and Sole had laughed when you expressed your concerns regarding them continuing attending parties and getting black-out drunk, there was just no convincing them to stop. Your sweet boyfriend of five years didn't directly laugh at you but he didn't support you either, he simply told you to stop watching the news if they scared you. Also that you needed to put down the horror movies too.

Pulling the blanket over you, you rubbed your arms to rid yourself of the cold. It didn't work very well. Sitting all alone in your dorm house when all the others are out partying at someone else's house, you were feeling a bit queasy.

Now well aware of the stiffening silence save the television that had actually had its volume turned down, maybe you should have gone to the party as well. At least you wouldn't be alone. This was one of those moments were the more you thought, the more you'd scare yourself. It was stupid but that's how it was. A sudden slam of the door made you shriek in alarm.

"Woah!" a familiar voice sounded behind you.

"What is it? Did something happen?"

You sighed out in relief, "Gosh, Matthew! You scared the shit out of me!" you scolded your boyfriend who rushed inside as soon as he heard your scream, thinking something might've gone wrong.

"Sorry, love." he said and approached where you were laying on the sofa and plopped down beside you. Grabbing you by the jaw he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss, which you reciprocated with heat of your own.

"Why hello there, handsome." you teased him as you two separated and he smiled before one last kiss on your forehead.

"Hey.

Matthew and you had talked earlier that day and agreed that he would show up later that evening when everyone else was away, you hadn't wanted to be alone and it was the perfect opportunity for you two to get some alone time together. Though being immersed in your own world you forgot about your plans and got scared when he arrived. Silly you, you thought.

Although when you glanced at the clock, you realised he was somewhat late compared to the time you two had settled on.

"You're late you know."

"What, really?" Matthew looked at the clock on the wall above the TV. "Sorry, I didn't notice." He sheepishly scratched his head apologetically.

You pretended to think for a moment, crossing your arms in thoughtfulness. Then a smile sparked up and you said, "I forgive you.”

"You goddamn-"

You shrieked as Matthew slapped you with a pillow he grabbed to 'brutally' beat you with it.

Laughter travelled through the large room and didn't stop anytime soon. His playful nature was one of the things you really loved about him, he always made you laugh no matter what mood you were in before. You wrestled him and wanted to pin him down in a winning manner but he won quickly over you.

Of course he came out victorious, your boyfriend was a bigger guy after all; towering over the other students and having it easy with physical activity. A couple years ago you had asked why he didn't join any sports team when he could clearly bring accomplishments to the group. Matthew had snorted and chuckled at your suggestion.

"What, you wanna date a jock?" He teasingly asked.

You slapped his arm and flushed. “No, I’m just saying. You could really contribute, our team now isn't exactly...that good."

"True. But I still won't join."

"Huh, why?"

Matthew stilled and a frown played on his lips. “Because I wouldn’t have time or energy to play it seriously.”

"But it's not like you have any after-school activities." You stated.

Chuckling, he ruffled your hair, "Not that you know of. Besides I never cared for those things."

"I guess-wait. 'That I know of?"

Before you could inquire any further, he interrupted you by pulling your body closer to his and kissed your forehead. Startled by his sudden display of affection, you pawed at his chest to let you go. As per usual, he didn't take it seriously and continued to wrap around you.

In his mind he sighed in relief, he had managed to divert your attention to something else. It was a close call. He really needed to be more careful and not let things slip, or it would turn sour quickly.

Trying to catch your breath, you glance up at Matthew and get lost in his familiar eyes. They drew you in with their expressive passion and wouldn't let you out of their grasp for even a second. With great love in his heart he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands went around his neck and brought him closer.

You kiss deeply and both of you let out small gasps at the feeling. While the two of you were befining to intensely make-out on the couch.

the loud slam of a door stopped you in your tracks. Breaking off your kiss you hastily push Matthew away and turn your attention to the entrance. There stood one of your housemates looking absolutely horrified. At first you though it was because she'd accidentally walked in on you, but after her expression didn't break you started suspecting something else was at play.

"What is it?" You urgently ask and run up to her.

"W-we were just going to have some fun, that's all. It wasn't s-supposed to go like this." She shook.

Wanting to know what was wrong and help your friend, you try to press an answer from. Her.

She was actually starting to make you worried nOW.

"Things were fine at first-but then everything went wrong.."

Again you urged her to reply.

"Sarah is..-she.."

"What? Sarah is What?"

"Dead."

"The night of (date) an emergency call was made by one of the young adults attending a party hosted by an associate. The body of 20 year-old Sarah Summers was found in the bathroom on the second floor of the house.

The victim had multiple wounds covering her body and is showing great signs of struggle.The police now suspects it is the work of the same murderer that has been at large for the past five weeks."