#yandere american psycho

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Patrick Bateman Would Include:

He's the kind of guy who’d go off the deep end for love. Obsessive? Check. Possessive? You bet. If someone he's into shows the slightest interest in another person, he'd be burning with jealousy. And if you ever try to leave him? Well, let's just say he'd go to some extreme lengths to keep you close. You'd be trapped in a whirlwind of love and obsession. After all, love knows no bounds, right?

He might also have a twisted way of expressing his feelings. He might send you gifts and love letters, but they could be laced with undertones of control. He’d want to know where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing at all times. If you ever try to defy his love, he might lash out or become downright vindictive. But hey, he’d tell you it’s all out of love.

And let’s not forget the physical aspect. He might get a little handsy. He'd want to touch you, claim you as his. He’d get jealous if anyone else got too close or flirty with you. And if you try to break things off, he’d use emotional manipulation to keep you around, making you feel guilty for hurting his feelings.

He’s also likely to be a bit obsessive about your appearance. He’d want you to look perfect, his ideal vision of beauty. He’d make sure you dress a certain way, wear your hair a certain way, and always look your best. If you ever strayed from that, he’d be quick to correct you and remind you of his expectations.

Despite all this, there'd also be moments where he’d be surprisingly sweet and caring. He’d be there for you when you’re down, listen to your problems, and offer comfort and support. But even in those moments, his love would come with a possessive edge, and he’d constantly remind you that you’re his and his alone.

So, in a nutshell, being with Patrick Bateman as a yandere would be a rollercoaster ride of love, obsession, and manipulation. You’d be caught in a whirlwind of his intense emotions, and your every move would be scrutinized and controlled. It’d be a love so intoxicating yet so restrictive that you might find yourself both craving and fearing it in equal measure.

Jealousy is his middle name. If he ever suspects that you’re interested in someone else, or if someone else shows interest in you, it’s like a flip just switches in his head. He’d be consumed by it, questioning you, grilling you on where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing. He’s the kind of guy who’d make you feel guilty for even talking to another guy. It’s all about control and possession with him.

In front of others, he’d try to present a charming and charismatic facade. He’d smile, shake hands, and schmooze like a pro. He’ll laugh at their jokes, show interest in their conversations, and generally make himself seem like the perfect gentleman. But underneath that charming exterior, he’d be quietly possessive, observing every interaction you have with others, ready to step in if he feels like you’re getting too close to someone else.

He’d tell you over and over again how beautiful you are, how much he worships you, how you’re the only one for him. But even with all that reassurance, it’d usually come with a bit of a possessive undercurrent like, “You know nobody else could love you like I do, right?” or “You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone else touch you, ever.”

When he's feeling generous, he'd give you the world. Fancy dinners, expensive gifts, trips to exclusive places - you name it. But even those rewards would come with a price. He’d expect complete devotion, obedience, and exclusivity in return. And if you ever displeased him, he wouldn't hesitate to use those rewards as a way to manipulate you into acting how he wants.

When it comes to punishments, he'd be creative and relentless. He’d withdraw his affection, giving you the cold shoulder and the silent treatment. He’d make snide remarks, belittle you, and use your insecurities against you. If you ever dared to defy him, he'd get cruel: yelling, grabbing, or even resorting to physical force to keep you in line. But he'd always say it’s for your own good, that he’s helping you become the best version of yourself.

Fights with him would be intense and volatile. He’d be quick to start arguing, raising his voice and lashing out at you verbally. He’d use your weaknesses and insecurities against you, trying to make you feel small and insignificant. He’d refuse to listen to your side, insisting that he’s always right. But even in the heat of the argument, he’d want to make it up to you, trying to win back your affection with apologies and gifts.

Oh, when he’s feeling loving and affectionate, he can be incredibly sweet and charming. He’d shower you with compliments, pull you close for a tight embrace, and pepper you with kisses. But even in those moments of tenderness, there’d be an undertone of possessiveness: he’d cling to you, hold on tight, and whisper assurances that you’re his and his alone.

Date nights with him would be extravagant affairs. He’d take you to the trendiest restaurants, order the most expensive items on the menu, and generally make a big show of being the perfect gentleman. But even in those moments, he’d be subtly possessive. He’d choose what you wear, insist on driving, and keep a watchful eye on you the entire night. If any guy dared to look your way, he’d give them a scathing glare, staking his claim on you in a not-so-subtle way.

If he’s provoked enough, he’ll definitely go to extreme lengths to protect his darling. He’ll lash out and get violent if someone threatens or hurts her. He’ll even kill to keep her safe and make sure she’s only his. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty for the relationship.

If his darling ever hinted at wanting to leave him, it’d be like a switch just flips. He’d refuse to let go, using all sorts of tactics to manipulate and gaslight you into staying. He’d plead, beg, and manipulate your feelings and insecurities to make you believe that you need him. He’d use his resources and connections to keep you close, even if that means resorting to illegal methods. In his eyes, nobody is allowed to leave him, especially his darling.

Marriage would be a way for him to bind you to him even tighter. He’d insist on a big, extravagant wedding to show off and proclaim that you’re his property. He’d want the biggest diamond ring, the most lavish celebration, and constant public displays of affection. But even in marriage, he’d maintain his controlling, possessive nature. He’d expect you to prioritize his needs above all else, and he’d demand complete obedience and loyalty.

If you had children, he'd use them as a way to further bind you to him. He’d be obsessed with their upbringing, demanding they look and behave a certain way. He’d want them to be the absolute “perfect” family, the kind that looks picture-perfect on the outside but is emotionally unstable and tumultuous behind closed doors. He’d also use the kids as a way to manipulate you, making you feel guilty if you ever tried to leave. They’d be his bargaining chip to keep you under his control.

If you were unable or unwilling to have children, he'd be disappointed and frustrated, seeing it as a personal failure. He'd blame you for not giving him the family he "wants", even if it's not something you can control. He might even try to pressure or manipulate you into changing your mind, or worse, look for alternatives like a surrogate mother. But in the end, he’d probably resent you a bit for it, constantly reminding you that you’re not fulfilling his dream of being a father.

"You're mine, you hear me? You're mine. You belong to me, and only me. You're nothing without me, no one will want you but me. I control you, I own you, you're mine. You're mine, you're mine, you're mine."

Teasing and denial - Building anticipation by teasing you with oral, then pulling away just before you reach climax. It drives you wild and makes his own arousal skyrocket.

Bondage and restraint - Tying you up, leaving you helpless and at his mercy, heightens your connection and amplifies every sensation. You're completely dependent on him for release.

Forced service - He enjoys taking control and forcing you to worship his cock, suck him dry, and swallow every load. Until it makes you grateful to be used.

Mind games - Playing head games, teasing, edging, and making you beg and plead for release is incredibly satisfying.

Face fucking - Loves seeing you gagging on his massive cock, tears streaming down your face as you try to take it all.

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RAINBOW CHARACTER PLAYLISTS [ no°1 ]

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[ love, power, impulsiveness, determination, passion, danger, aggression, sexuality, confidence, dominance, anger, pain ] → link here

1. TYLER DURDEN from Fight Club

| MR. SELF DESTRUCT by Nine Inch Nails

2. HARLEY QUINN from DC Universe

| PSYCHO by Muse

3. ALUCARD from Hellsing

| BLOODLINE by Slayer

4. KALLEN KOZUKI from Code Geass

| WARRIOR by Helloween

5. CERISE HOOD from Ever After High

| ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME by Three Days Grace

6. MIKURA SADO from Kakegurui

| THE NAMELESS by Slipknot

7. ALASTOR from Hazbin Hotel

| RADIO by Rammstein

8. LIGHT YAGAMI from Death Note

| NO W REDUX by Ministry

9. GASTON from Beauty and the Beast

| MACHO INSECURITY by Dead Kennedys

10. CLAY PUPPINGTON from Moral Orel

| MY WAR by Black Flag

11. AYANO AISHI from Yandere Simulator

| MANIACAL by Cannibal Corpse

12. PATRICK BATEMAN from American Psycho

| FUCKING THE VISCERA by Gorgasm

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I had a dream about this guy last night. And I am bored and cannot sleep.

1:19 am.

Prologue. Yandere Patrick Bateman x reader

Patrick Bateman was at a dinner gathering. He gave charity to schools for financial aid and housing for college students.

He then saw you...

He tried to walk up to you but reporters, writers would always try to talk to him.

Annoyed, he smiled politely and showed manners and spoke eloquently as always.

Patrick watched you move around the room talking to some girlfriends and other young men...

He felt a boiling frustration of jealousy in his heart. He felt better knowing you weren't flirting. Just talking normally.

Still. He wants to know your name and get your number

You should know the famous Patrick Bateman.

The millionaire Lawyer of New York.

But then he saw you walk around towards the door!

Crap. You were leaving. Luckily, he saw something. A little kid was playing with his car toys. After finally being away from those pesky paparazzis, Patrick used all his concentration to kick a toy car right under your high heels.

He saw you sadly trip on your face. He wanted you to fall back on your ass instead to avoid the pain.

Patrick felt guilt as you hit your cute perky nose against the floor.

Poor thing.

A crowd of people circled you and Patrick quickly walked up to your form as you clutched your heavily bloody nose.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Patrick took out his silk handkerchief and gently pressed it against your delicate nose.

Before you could answer, this stranger grabbed your upper arm and made you stand.

Patrick looked to see his business partners staring. "I'll send her home after cleaning her."

The pain was hell against your nose. You heard chatter and murmurs as this man led you somewhere. You didn't see his face yet. You saw his muscular back and tuxedo.

His hair was perfectly gelled.

"where we going?" You tried to squirm away from his grip.

"Don't worry. My office is here."

You said nothing and inside you were lead to a luxurious office that had the best vintage and antique furniture.

While there. The man made you sit and gave you painkiller pills. You were uncomfortable being alone with his stranger.

He did some small talk and you warily and out of politeness replied back.

This man obviously was fond of your name. He complimented it. You didn't appreciate it.

Then he confirmed your suspicions after asking your name. He wanted your number.

So that's what this was about.

You refused. He narrowed his eyes.

"I am Patrick Bateman."

"Who?" You titled your head in confusion.

This Patrick blinked and then his face turned red.

"Are you stupid? I am a millionaire Lawyer who funds colleges including the one you go to."

You explained how you moved all the way from California to New York. So, you couldn't have heard of him unless he was a Hollywood celebrity or someone bigger. Not a lawyer.

The Patrick Bateman guy seemed to have liked your answer. He forgave you on the inside for not knowing him. He was offended and embarrassed.

"Now that you know who I am. Give me your number. I want to get to know you."

"I don't." You narrowed your eyes.

He clenched his perfectly shaped jaw. He warned you. He can get you replaced by another student in college.

"I don't care who you are. I don't trust random strangers. You are entitled and arrogant. I hate you already."

Hate? Patrick felt as if you slapped him. He watched you leave.

You hate him already? You just met. And him....

He loved you already.

Stupid bitch.

You'll pay for that.

Patrick looked at the bloodied handkerchief in his hand. He pressed it to his nose. Your blood smelled beautiful. He needs more.

[8unny9l0ck]

i wanna use your blood as lip tint<3

[contentpharm]

I just had an insane revelation. I was watching a video about how Patrick Bateman is gay and it said he also had a crush on Paul Allen.

After Allen insults Bateman at Texarkana thinking he's someone else, he is taken to an apartment where Patrick finally snaps and whacks buddy boy with an axe.

Y'know what that reminds me of?

In Yandere Simulator, Ayano Aishi can be caught doing shady shit by her Senpai. In response, she snaps in a similar manner and says the infamous "if I can't have you, nobody can." And has the option to kill Taro.

DO YOU SEE THE RESEMBLANCE???

[cadencewishes]

[r0zez-in-bl00m]

A new au which has been rotting my brain all day- A serial killer Riddle having a bad day.

(warnings- mentions of blood, gore, murder, gutting, alcohol.)

In the otherwise quiet town situated at the heart of the Queendom of roses, mysterious deaths have started to plague the residents almost at the end of every three weeks. Bodies mutilated, found in bizzare places and a single motif to distinguish this kill spree- a rose carved on the body. The police had their heads in hands with no leads but angry complaints from the grieving families.

The town is drawing breaths, anticipation of the next kill keeping it on its toes, and do is the killer himself as he downs another bottle of whiskey bitterly (he isn't a whiskey guy anyway).

Riddle comes from an affluent family of magical doctors, has a good post at the hospital as a magical doctor (which he became reluctantly), has a good home at a walking distance (his mother never even wanted him to buy a house), and everyone admires him, respects him or are jealous of him. He even gets marriage proposals every week (curtsey of his mother). Then, why is it that he indulges in the thrill of the kill, of their fearful face chock full of snot and tears moments before their misfortune, and carve them up with roses? What does he gain by doing this? As the main culprit himself he has no idea. He tries to quit, or so he thinks while he sharpens his knife that still has blood on it. Even rationalising such a terrible crime puts a pit in his stomach, but no one has ever suspected him, the sweet doctor who is a great mage, as a cold blooded killer so he keeps on dying in self-loathing.

Riddle wears a mask of a confident and a respectable doctor. It’s a meticulously crafted piece of art, one that Riddle is not proud of but has to maintain. He is a perfectionist, he wouldn’t have anything less than that. He maintains it in front of his family, his best friend, his colleagues and patients. But, then comes you.

He has no idea why, but he finds you fascinating and annoying enough to kill at the same time. You aren’t like the other sinners he has gotten rid of (yes, so much for rationalising when he totally rationalises it). But still, you also couldn’t be far from them. He greets you everyday with that practiced, confident smile and you reciprocate warmly.... Only to grumble later on how much of a stick in the mud he is back in your office. And of course he hears you every time, his veins about to pop out of his forehead as he works his documents. Don't you know that walls have ears? Or are you doing it deliberately so that he can punish you as well. Then he hears you ranting about your ex to your unfortunate friend, and all the details he didn't need to hear. His poor chair might as well break from the pressure. Yup, he ought to kill you sooner than later.

But, imagine his surprise when he finds you and you find him in an awkward, compromising and gory situation where a heart is clenched tightly in his first and you staring at the sliced open corpse of his latest freshly hunted victim. Your eyes continuously flick from his hooded figure fo the corpse, shaking like leaf. Riddle sighs in annoyance. He knows. He knows he has to silence you, kill you and open you up like the gentleman beside him, but doesn’t. He can’t. He is like a deer caught in headlights. His slate eyes never leaves yours, and he wonders what will you do. You slowly back away, never breaking eye contact, your purse clenched tightly in one arm, and dash out of the crime scene.

Oh, you ran. Riddle should chase after you to stop you but you must have covered quite a distance or told someone about already about it by now. Priority of escape comes first. He quickly covers up his tools, checks for anything that might direct back to him and runs for his home. Riddle had anticipated that this day would come, but he imagined cops cuffing him, not you finding him in a dark alley.

His once safe haven feels more like a prison cell. He paces all night, his eyes boring holes into his phone screen. No calls, no messages, no pounding of the door by police. Riddle's heart beats so fast that he thinks he might collapse. Is this what apprehension feels like? He imagines the look on his mother's face, on his friends and the colleagues he works with. A talented magical doctor a serial killer. A wolf in sheeps clothing. He never sleeps that night.

Come morning he becomes sure that you didn’t see his face because he kept on checking in for more calls and messages but all he found was the new headlines of his sloppily executed kill. He was wearing a hoodie after all, so you didn’t report about him but the murder itself. He breathed out, and jump out of bed. Now, to get ready for work.

He arrives earlier than usual, carefully greets the faculty as his legs carry him to his office.

Riddle expected a cup of nice tea, biscuits and his usual long stack of papers when he entered his office, not you scrounging around his office like a thief. Then you ask the most sour question that Riddle was expectant of since last night- “It was you right? The one who committed the murder last night.” Riddle feels like ripping out his hair. Now, what should he do about this?

[crossoverproductions]

Which of these Stupid Rap Battle Ideas would you wanna see? Part 2

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[devotedfem]

«American Psycho»

Synopsis: In the 80's, there's a group of wealthy succesful wall streeter men that are disgustingly greedy. They maintain an appearance of perfection, but they're narcissistic, egomaniacal, competitive and murderers. Unlucky for you, they got infatuated on you, competing with each other to have you.

Hyung line (poly) x f. Reader

4.6K words.

Genre: inspired by American psycho (2000) | yander-ish.

Tags: American psycho au, power imbalance, 80's New York, Period Typical Sexism, murder, rich and powerful hyung line, classic wealthy corporate men, greed for money, college student reader, reader has grey morals, a little bit of gore but just at the beginning, savage capitalism, overworking, yandere hyung line, they're not good people, psychopaths and evil hyung line (but they have a soft spot for reader), end game poly relationship, possessive behavior, dubious consent (because of power imbalance), double penetration (you've been warned lol).

From the series masterlist; Final girl.

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a/n: this contain very sensitive and triggering topics, like classism and sexism, the movie was inspired by a book that wanted to critize the image of the priviledge american man. I don't agree with any of the triggering topics here, this is fiction, so please read with caution.

Seokjin put off his face mask to apply his expensive cream on his skin. His face was straight and indifferent, bored even. He styled his hair with gel and he put on his luxurious dress suit, ignoring the gagged sounds of the annoying man tied to a chair in his penthouse.

Seokjin stared down at him without lowering his chin, lifting a brow with displeasure. That man looked too dirty for his polished place.

He grabbed his brand-new axe, covering his body with a plastic protective suit.

The tied and gagged man widened his eyes with horror, shaking his head and wailing with fear, getting nothing in return but a bored expression from Seokjin.

“This will teach you to not bother me. You’re not on the same level as me, you thought you could outdo me? Playing your tricks in my company? Don’t you know what I’m capable of?” Something evil and dark gleamed in his eyes, it was the only emotion he showed since the tied man met him. And it was frightening.

The polished porcelain floor got stained by blood, sparking Seokjin’s evil face. The man’s head rolled out of his body to Seokjin’s brand-new dress shoes.

The taller wrinkled his nose with disgust, annoyed because he has to change his favorite shoes.

“What a burden,” he whispered to himself with a deep sigh.

Meanwhile, in the building next door was Yoongi nursing a drink of his expensive whisky. His mahogany office was barely illuminated because of the curtains hiding the view of New York. Some of his employees say between whispers that the CEO acted like a vampire.

“I-I did what you asked me to, sir,” the employee in front of him trembled with anxiety, intimidated by Yoongi’s heavy gaze.

Yoongi lifted a corner of his lips in a disdain way, his eyes darkening with anger.

“And you think that following my orders like a moron means that you did a good job?” He spat furious, throwing his whiskey glass, shattering it next to the employee’s head.

The man shrinks violently, and he did something pitiful even for Yoongi’s taste. The man dropped to his knees, looking at his boss with pleading eyes.

“Please don’t fire me, I need this job to pay my bills or I’ll be on the streets,” he said with desperation and teared eyes.

Flames of satisfaction and power raises to Yoongi’s lungs. He enjoyed watching the kind of power he holds over other people, it was a shame that his employees were so dumb and inefficient, because he did pay very well to them. So, to him it was reasonable to be demanding, after all it was his money at stake.

Yoongi walked slowly towards the knelt man, with a smirk growing on his lips. Then he took out his gun silencer shooting the man to the head, making his body fall to the side silently.

“One less idiot,” he murmured to himself, nursing another glass of whiskey.

And there it was Namjoon and Hoseok, the feared duo of executives. They were ruthless on their work, the definition of competitive successful man. The greedy representation of privileged man who are at the top of the food chain in the patriarchal New York society of the 80’s.

They were at an executive meeting, looking at each other with knowing smirks, making everyone in the room nervous and tense. Because they haven’t said a single word since the proposal of their work partners.

And they still kept quiet at the end of the meeting, glancing at everyone with boredom, getting out of the room without saying goodbye. After all they have better things to do.

“What a bunch of idiots,” Hoseok huffs rolling his eyes with annoyance. Namjoon chuckled nodding his head.

“I already send the order to kill them,” Namjoon said with a grin.

Anyone that dares to do as much as wasting their time, will get erased.

And there it was you.

A New York student that has to deal with college and rent.

This city was expensive, and you were just a middle-class girl with dreams. You worked many parts time jobs to support yourself and prove to your family that you don’t need to marry a man to be happy, you can be an independent woman.

Well, that was easier to say than to do, it was hard to pay your bills and tuition without anyone’s help. You were exhausted and full of debts. You sighed deep, maybe if you marry rich then you wouldn’t have to worry about these things, but you were too proud to admit that out loud. You have to be the change you want to see in the world, don’t you? You say that to yourself to feel better, and to not to be on the verge of mental breakdown.

You feel like crying, until some miracle happened to you.

You founded 3 job offers as an assistant for 4 men. And the best part of it? Is that the four of them gave you the job. And the pay was quite generous.

They don’t have to know that you’ll be the assistant of other people at the same time, you’ll manage. You’d do anything for money at this point, even if that means overworking yourself.

You got ready for your first day, wearing your nicest pencil skirt and doing your hair in a slick bun. You looked pretty decent, ready to be eaten by corporate men.

You divide your schedule in three, you spent all night making the perfect schedule. You were lucky that those men worked in nearby buildings, otherwise your plan would’ve been impossible.

7:00 am to 11:00 am; Kim Seokjin.

You sighed deep, trying to control your nerves. You knew that the rich men of wall street are insufferable and labor exploiters, so you did prepare mentally for any kind of abuse, you need the money.

You knocked once, twice, but you didn’t receive an answer.

You waited 15 minutes in front of Seokjin’s door, you wanted to cry and break down the door. Your time was gold, literally.

And then a tall handsome man greets you, his face was impassive and serious, like if he has a stick up his ass. But you couldn’t help but feel a little bit intimidated by his heavy and cold gaze fixated on you. He stared down at your body without lowering his chin, with square shoulders and a straight posture. He looked composed in a frightening way. You gulped nervous, trying to give him a smile and swallow your insults.

“Good morning Mr. Kim, it’s a pleasure to meet you, i-“

You were interrupted by him rudely turning around and leaving you alone in the hallway, standing with your lips parted like a fish.

What an ass.

He was way worse than you think.

You sighed deep entering his penthouse, you have no choice but to bear with his attitude, the pay was too good unfortunately.

You cleared your throat taking your notebook out of your bag.

“So, Mr. Kim, I need to know more details about your daily routine and schedule, anything will help,” you said clicking your pen and looking at him expectably.

He arched a brow, looking genuinely pissed. You frowned confused, you didn’t know why that man was so annoyed by your existence.

“I didn’t hire you to be this irritating, stop asking questions and figure it out,” he almost snarled the last words, turning around to fix his tie in front of his living room mirror.

You again, parted your lips. You bit your tongue hard, tasting your iron blood. You wanted to punch that rude ass man, but you just couldn’t. You were powerless right now.

So you sighed again, with a fake and tense smile on your face.

“I’m sorry if I bothered you Mr. Kim, I just want to make my job right. If you please could provide me with your valuable information so I can do the best job you definitely deserve.”

Seokjin went rigid at your words, turning around to look at you with fury and disbelief in his eyes, it was the first emotion he showed to you.

“Are you… are you being sarcastic to me? Don’t fucking get smart with me!”

You widened your eyes at his shout, it was such a rare sight to see him this affected. You won’t lie, it was a bit funny to watch how you can get under his skin so easily. But offending him wasn’t your intention, you don’t want to get fire on your first day of work.

“I would never, sir,” you said trying to not sound bitter, but Seokjin’s narrowed eyes told you that he didn’t believe you.

“Watch your mouth.” He barked, and you almost roll your eyes.

“Please, I just need to know some details of your schedule, then you will never hear my annoying voice again, i swear. I just want to do a good job for a man like you,” your eye almost twitch by your own disgusting words, you felt like a bootlicker, but you have no choice.

Your dignity will not pay your bills.

That eased Seokjin’s tensed shoulder, his eyes softening just a little bit.

“Fine,” he said rolling his eyes.

And he did help you with information about his schedule, you made a list of his priorities and things you should do and not do. Your smile was too big to hide, you definitely can handle this! Not even a jerk like Seokjin will stop you from earning that good money.

“Thanks! I’ll be out of your hair Mr. Kim, you won’t even notice I’m here,” you said grinning ear to ear, maybe you looked insane smiling so happily at a man that treated you so poorly, but you didn’t care.

Seokjin blinked a little taken aback, but you watched how a small smile curled up on his lips.

“It’ll be difficult not to,” he teased you before turning around and fixing his tie again. You stand there speechless.

Surprisingly, it was way creepier to watch him tease you and smile instead of insulting you.

The moment that your watch struck 11 in the morning, you literally ran to the next building where your next boss works.

His building was cold and almost empty, the people there were pretty quiet and distant, you felt shivers when you knocked Mr. Yoongi’s door.

“Come in,” a deep voice said at the other side of the door. At least he doesn’t ignore you like Seokjin.

You entered his office, forcing yourself not to drool by the beauty and luxury of this place. Everything looked so expensive.

“Hello Mr. Yoongi. I’m your new assistant, it’s nice to meet you.” You felt a little bit intimidated by the heavy and dark gaze of Yoongi, his pale face and black suit made him look like a vampire.

Until now, he didn’t act rude towards you, but he sure as hell didn’t seem nice.

He was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, not breaking his piercing stare from you. One of his hands was holding a liquor glass, that must have been the first red flag.

“Before we start, you have to know that if you do as much as bother me, or screw up your work, I’m going to finish you. Literally and figurately.” He threatened with a gulp of his drink. His dark gaze piercing you while the liquor went down his throat.

Your chest deflated with disappointment, your hope of working with a decent man crashed immediately.

You weren’t scared at all by his threat. You know these types of man are powerful and dangerous, you couldn’t risk pissing off one of them without consequences, you live in a patriarchal society so you won’t be fooled by the thought that they’ll play fair. You weren’t dumb, and you know how to play your cards right.

“Good to know Mr. Yoongi. I appreciate when my bosses are direct with me, makes my job easier. Could you please tell me more details about your schedule? So I can get to work and not waste more of your time.” Your clicked pen was the only sound in the quiet office.

Yoongi’s eyes widened just for a split second. But he composed himself by clearing his throat and giving you information that would make your work easier.

You get to work in silence in Yoongi’s office, you felt his heavy stare on your body, but you ignored him, focused on your papers.

It was a bit creepy the way his eyes would follow you across the office, but you can bear a creep man if he pays as half as good as Yoongi do.

Unbeknownst to you, the paled man smirked devilish to himself, he liked you. And that was more dangerous than his dislike.

You almost jumped when the clock struck 3 in the afternoon.

Your stomach twisted a little, you gulped your anxiety down. It was time to meet your next bosses, they were two executives. If dealing with one rich man in 4 hours was difficult, imagine dealing with two at the same time. You won’t lie, you feel nervous.

Namjoon and Hoseok building were different from your other bosses, this place was full of people running everywhere, it looked so chaotic. But at least you won’t get bored.

Nobody paid attention to you, and you had to ask to like 10 people for where your bosses at.

They were in a meeting. Great, just great.

You waited patiently for them to finish. And when they got out of the meeting room, you rush to them crossing their paths. They stopped immediately, the taller one has an irritated expression and the shorter looked offended by your presence.

“Hi good evening. Sorry for startle you both, I’m the new assistant y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said a little bit out of breath but that didn’t stop you from smiling at them.

“Excuse me?” The taller arched a brow.

You frowned not understanding the offense.

“Uhmm, sorry?”

The shorter one rolled his eyes with irritation.

“Are you fucking dumb? Who told you that you have any right to bother us? Know your place and go with the others employees and figured it out.” He dismissed you with narrowed eyes.

You stood there frozen, and they ignored you walking past you.

But you composed yourself quickly, their attitude wasn’t nothing new.

And again, you joined them on their walk to God knows where, you were praying to not pushing it too hard and get fired.

“It wasn’t my intention to bother such busy and important men like you, I just wanted to introduce myself and get information to do a good job and to be out of your hairs for an unlimited time.” This time your voice sounded breathless, you were exhausted.

The shorter one snorted in disbelief, his eyes flamed with something wicked.

“Is this thing being sarcastic to us?” He asked looking at you but not speaking directly to you.

Your chest sting with offense at him calling you a thing, but you swallowed your bitter emotions.

“I’m y/n,” you replied with a tense smile, not biting the bait.

“Y/n, get the fuck out of our sights unless you want to disappear, and not only from this company,” the taller one threatened with a dark glint in his eyes. You shivered slightly, he was wider and bigger than the other, looking way more dangerous.

Men and their big egos.

“I… I’m sorry for being this bold and rude. I don’t want to waste your time really, I just want to make a good job, that’s my only purpose. I promise to be out of your sight if you could spare me some minutes of your time, I will make it worth it.”

Silence. An uncomfortable hush.

“Very well then,” said the shorter one, tilting his head to the side and watching you head to toes. A wicked smile curled his lips, and you chose to ignore the alarm bells ringing at the back of your head.

“Follow us,” the taller ordered with a deep voice.

At the end of the day you were exhausted, you made it, you survived corporate exploiters men.

The following weeks went rather smoothly. Yes, they were rude and annoying, but you got used to them. You can’t say that you like them, but you tolerate them (for the sake of your rent and bills of course).

Seokjin underneath his cold and indifferent behavior was like a spoiled brat, sassy and rude, but a little bit endearing at some times.

“Y/n, fix it,” he almost whine looking down at you with frowned lips.

You chuckled rolling your eyes.

“I’m gonna start to think that you just want me near you,” you teased, a little bit bold yes, but over time you learned that Seokjin liked to tease way worse.

His eyes glinted with mischievousness, the corner of his lips curling like the cheshire cat.

“You sure wish that was true, don’t you?”

“Of course,” you replied laughing.

It was all jokes between you two, you got used to this type of interaction with your boss. Sometimes he did get a little too friendly for your like, but you really didn’t care. This job was temporary anyway.

And there it was Yoongi, the intimidating vampire-like boss that in the inside was like a bratty cat.

His feline eyes liked to be fixated on you, watching your every move like an actual cat for your amusement. You didn’t mind his heavy attention on you, he was wary with his employees like any other rich man from wall street. You got used to him too.

“Here are the papers you asked me for, sir,” you said airily, you had everything perfectly arranged, leaving no room for mistakes.

Yoongi hummed, looking at the papers and then looking at you again with eyes full of mischief.

“Are you sure it’s that all I asked for?” He didn’t break his piercing eyes from you, many people get intimidated by his stare but not you.

“Yes, of course,” you said smiling and he nodded to himself.

“There’s one thing you haven’t done.”

You didn’t say anything back, you were sure you did everything.

“And that would be…?”

“Having a drink with me, you never do that when I ask you to.” He asked nonchalant with his eyes on his drink, but you knew he was being serious.

“That’s not professional,” you said and he chuckled at your response.

You sighed biting your bottom lip, indecisive. Your goal was to be on their good side after all.

You said nothing when you sit in front of him crossing your leg over the other, the same way he does when he’s drinking. You smirked when he startled a little, but he tried to hide his surprise by a cough.

He poured you whiskey and you took a sip of your drink, trying not to wrinkle your face by the bitter taste. But Yoongi noticed and laughed, you widened your eyes at the sound. It was the first time you listened to his laugh and it was contagious because you chuckle with him.

Namjoon and Hoseok despite seeming intimidating the first time you met them, they were pretty chill and funny when the three of you become a little more closer.

They were in a meeting, and you were by their sides writing down the relevant things they say.

“See that guy over there? Look how he’s falling asleep,” Namjoon whispered near your ear, too close for your liking. However, you follow his gaze watching the older man’s head tilting to the side with sleepiness. You bit a laugh, the poor man had his eyes half lidded with boredom.

At your other side was Hoseok, he had his gaze fixated on the guy speaking, but he looked at you when he heard your little chuckle, a mischievous smirk curled on his lips. You said “sorry” quietly, but he only winked at you before turning his attention again to the man, returning to his cold expression.

When the three of you get out of the meeting room, Namjoon and Hoseok started to make fun of the guy’s speech and the older man’s attempt of being awake. You laughed genuinely for the first time around them.

“Those two don’t know what awaits them.” Namjoon’s words made your smile fall slowly, erasing any hint of amusement. You almost forgot the kind of men you work for.

“Are you going to… fire them?” You asked quietly, gripping tightly your notebook.

Namjoon only shrugged his shoulders, but you noticed the evil glint in his eyes.

“Firing them is too soft coming from us,” Hoseok replied instead, not without smiling at you. But this time his smile turned your stomach sick.

You chose not to ask more questions. Sometimes being ignorant it’s a blessing.

You settle into a routine with your bosses for a couple of months.

But as they say… lies has no legs. They started to notice that your attention wasn’t completely on them.

Seokjin was the first to notice.

That morning he was staring down at you with narrow eyes, even when you tried to joke with him while fixing his tie he ignored you without breaking his piercing eyes from you.

“You said the other day that you work only for me, is that correct?” His voice sounded harsh, and he stared down at you with dark eyes. You gulped nervously, your smile trembling a little.

“Yes, it’s the truth.”

He didn’t say anything back and you didn’t meet his eyes.

“Fine.”

You tried not to snap your eyes up at him with surprise. Does he really believe you?

But then, you felt Seokjin coming near your body, gripping your chin up to met his heavy gaze.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

He was standing too close to your body, his chest almost touching yours. The grip on your chin tightens when you didn’t reply right away.

“I… don’t,” you couldn’t help but be confused. It wasn’t his business if you have a boyfriend or not.

He nodded slowly, not breaking his eyes from you.

“Good. As long as you work for me, you can’t have a fiancé, neither another boss. I’m paying for your absolute time and attention. Do I make myself clear?”

Your lips parted and your eyes widened. You were shocked and confused, who does the thinks he is?

“Answer!” he barked furious.

“Yes,” you gritted between teeth.

What a jerk.

And Yoongi was the same.

He was sitting with his heavy gaze fixated on you as usual, but this time he wasn’t holding a glass of whiskey.

“Who else do you see after work?” he asked lifting a brow and tapping his foot.

None of your fucking business, you wanted to bark at him, but instead you bit your tongue.

“No one else, sir,” you couldn’t help but sound bitter.

He snorted with the corner of his lip curling up in a disdain way.

“I hope it’s true, because if not you’ll pay the consequences.”

This time you couldn’t bit your tongue back.

“What consequences? Firing me?”

You regretted opening your big mouth immediately.

Yoongi didn’t react, he simply stood up to walk towards you like a predator ready to pounce its prey.

“I usually don’t say this, but you’re a very valuable employee. If you want to keep a roof over your head, you have to be mine,” he growled the last word near your ear, although he was short, he towered over you, making you feel small with his closeness and strong fragrance.

You gulped, nodding without meeting his eyes. And he grinned wide. You swear you saw sharp teeth.

And Namjoon and Hoseok were even worse.

The both of them corned you against the desk of their office, the back of your knees hitting the corner of the desk. You gulped looking up at them.

“We wanted to ask you something, little bird,” said affectionally Hoseok, but you knew better than to fall for his smile.

“Are you fucking working for other people? Are you dating someone?” Namjoon raised his voice at the last words, staring down at you with narrowed eyes.

You widened your eyes and laughed humorless. They were psychos.

“What the-“

“Watch your mouth,” warned Hoseok, his lips turning a thin line.

“No, I’m not dating neither working for someone else. Happy?” you couldn’t help but sound angry.

The both of them went silent, looking at each other as if they’re having a mental conversation.

And they let you go.

You were on your way to your apartment. Their attitude today was the last straw, you got tired of them. You always noticed the red flags, ignoring the alarm bells and turning an eye blind.

You ignored Seokjin’s stains of blood, Yoongi’s silencer gun, and Namjoon and Hoseok erasing people. You told to yourself, out of sight out of mind. But that was your biggest mistake, you let your greed for money to blind you. For the first time you paid all of your bills without struggling, you ate well and wear the best clothes, and you didn’t worry for the tuition fee. But that doesn’t make you innocent or better than them, you were an accomplice, you were as greedy as them for money. You sold your morals in exchange of money, little money. You weren’t even rich.

Your chest stings painfully, and your eyes teared up. Your trembling lips let out ugly sobs, you were so ashamed of yourself.

You promised to yourself to be an independent woman but not be an accomplice of oppressors and criminals, but what choice did you have? Like people said, it’s eating or being eaten in this world.

It’s a man’s world, and you were simply a woman trying to survive.

You entered your dark apartment and grabbed your home phone, your bottom lip quivered when your mom answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Mom,” you sobbed, sitting on the floor and gripping tightly the phone.

“Y/n? Dear, what’s happening? Why are you crying, is everything okay?” Her worry only made you cry harder, you didn’t deserve it. She raised a better woman and you were a disappointment.

“I-i’m the worst, I want to go home mom… I’m sorry,” you whispered.

You tasted your salty tears, sniffling and hiccupping.

But then the phone was snatched from you.

You were so into your self-pity that you didn’t notice the four figures lurking in the dark.

The lights turn on, and you blinked confused screaming with terror when you saw all of your bosses staring at you.

Seokjin was the one who snatched and hang up the phone.

“Our little princess misses her mommy,” Seokjin coed with a fake pout, he lifted your body making you scream harder.

He took you to the couch where the others were sitting, the tall man sat you on his lap, gripping tightly your waist in a warning when you tried to squirm out of his grip.

“It’s okay princess, I can be your mommy or daddy if you want me to,” Seokjin mouthed your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He sniffed your hair, hugging you tightly from your back.

You wanted to throw out.

“Let me go you sickos! I quit!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

The apartment went painfully quiet. The tension can be cut with a knife.

But then Namjoon and Hoseok lips mouthed the skin of your neck, lapping each side of it.

You cried trying to move away, but they didn’t let you.

Yoongi squatted before you, with his lips brushing yours.

Their bodies were attached to every part of your body, not letting you breathe. Your senses full of them.

“Your ours,” whispered Yoongi against your lips.

And with dread you realized he was right.

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HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT

getou suguru x fem. reader

general warnings: strangers to lovers, toxic relationships, stalking, unhealthy obsession, murder, yandere suguru, physical violence, alcohol consumption, power imbalances (with a minor character not suguru), minor character deaths, explicit smut, more will be listed for each chapter (INSPIRATION COMES FROM YOU AND AMERICAN PSYCHO)

status: in progress

wc: 4.2k

synopsis: a chance encounter turns your whole world upside down

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"There are two ways you'll find out someone is a serial killer. The first is when you see them on the news at 10 o'clock." He pauses and you raise an eyebrow.

"And the second way?"

He leans in, a seemingly innocent smile crosses his face only concealing his inner malicious thoughts. "The second, my beautiful angel, is when you're the next victim."

part one

part two

more to be added…

[ell-es-dee]

☣ hallo !! im nawt the best at making intros so.. here's the best one i could put together... (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

⤷ before you read just know that if you are very judgemental you do not belong here

💊 namehoard: toxin, sayori, yakui (main name), cyanide, lithium, radium, cyber, marigold, bonnie, keta/ketamine, hazard, strawb, nyacifier, chlorine, zombeh, bena/benadryl, poptart, kona, hikkie, valentine, biscuit, flandre, cirno, clownpiece, caliber ++ any fictionkin names are fine!!

💊 deminonbinaryflux intersex boygirl, aroaceflux and pomoromantic ++ xenogenders

💊 pronouns: it/xe/lean/bullet/nuke (use any other and i will give 1 warning, and if u continue it will become a block.

💊 all of my aesthetics/subcultures (very passionate about them && will block if disrespectful): larpercore, juggalo, cultcore, doomer, slimepunk, necrotrap, bastardcore, terrorwave, incelcore, grunge, gopnik, slavic, jumpstylecore, oddcore, toxiccore, glowwave, icepunk, breakcore, acidwave, drvgcore, kinderwhore, trashcore, urbling, scemo, shinora, gurokawa, rokku gyaru, hadeko, clowncore, yamanba gyaru, maidcore

💊 i have some disorders,, iwc always ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა (i swear im nice)

💊 some of my main fandoms: fnaf, yandere simulator, class of 09, ddlc, lucky star, creepypasta, eddsworld, south park, monster high, tyler the creator lore, mlp, strawberry shortcake, homestuck, vocaloid, gorillaz, nijura maids (i dont support the creator 😕), cry of fear, touhou, anything dr suess ++ more

💊 top fictionkins;; ticci toby (crp), yakui-san (nijura maids), billy lenz, nicole (class of 09), kyle broflovski, wendy torrence, carrie white, sayori (ddlc), midori gurin (yansim), karkat vantas, bonnie (fnaf), tord (eddsworld), derpy hooves (mlp), tavros nitram, applejack (mlp), toko fukawa, biscuit tan, natsuki (ddlc), karen (class of 09), meatwad (athf), sayaka maizono, hamtaro, stanley mitchell, shitai-san, cassie (skins) clownpiece (touhou), flandre scarlett, cirno (touhou), takane yamashiro ++ wayy more.. (pfp is probably who im kinshifted as) also im fine with doubles & mediamates!!

💊 some of my favorite music artists;; smashing pumpkins, jazmin bean, sharkdrug, yabujin, korn, icp, limp bizket, kmfdm, nirvana, 2pac, 4lung (i dont support the creator), bloodhound gang, cannibal corpse, foo fighters ☹️, weezer, gorillaz, kendrick lamar, lagoyo, red hot chili peppers, tyler the creator, basement jaxx, pierce the veil, deftones, ayesha erotica, slipknot, msi, hole, sematary, live (band), dmx

💊 fave movies/shows: scream, saw, skins, the united states of leland, ANY tim burton movie, final destination, american psycho, the office, impractical jokers, south park, rick & morty, twilight, pulp fiction, amercian horror story, heathers, carrie, pet cemetery, breaking bad, mlp, edd ed and eddy, the twilight zone, goosebumps, athf, tmnt && others

💊 if you get triggered by drvgs or hospitals my blog is NAWT for you :o(

💊 moodboard account: @noapologiesbynirvana

💊 i have chronic sickness, and use hospitalcore/medcore to cope.

💊 pro dance dance revolution player 💯💯

💊 huuuuge mountain dew, surge & sprite fan

💊 feel free to ask for my discord !!

💊 dni: basic dni, anti fictionkin/otherkin/etc, anti furry, anti therian, transphobes, homophones, people who support trump (YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!!!), nsfw blogs, toxic stans (any community)

💊 gonna leave it at that for now,, might add more later !! ^_______^ 🌀🌀

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

In the future I want to write yandere Patrick bateman x reader

I cannot believe there are hardly any x reader stories of him. He is a hot stud.

Well, with this picture. Imagine him asking for your hand in marriage. He stalked you before you met him officially. You gently rejected him. He was a spoiled man. He then made you poor. He punished you for making him look like a fool. You had to come to his party. He was drinking champagne and wearing a tuxedo.

He smirked and led you to a private room.

He forced you on his knees. And demanded a blow job. And after done you bitterly gave up and agreed to marry.

"that's a good girl."

[8unny9l0ck]

xoxo

[halcyongirll]

♡ halcyongirll ♡

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artist i like/bands - kmfdm, chemical brothers, nine inch nails, rammstein, the smashing pumpkins, type o negative, alice in chains, korn, limp bizkit, system of a down, soulfly, metallica, megadeath, julie, radiohead, mazzy star, fiona apple, blue smiley, title flight, ethel cain, nicole dollanganger, hole, massive attack, black sabbath, narrow head, cocteau twins, my bloody valentine, slowdive, fleshwater, mediavolo, the smiths, LSD and the search for god, dean blunt, whirr, yves tumor, steve lacy, tyler the creator, deftones, tame impala, memo boy, eye dress, alex g, duster, strawberry guy, mac demarco, tv girl, kendrick lamar, ozzy osbourne, L7, the offspring, MSI, ICP, linkin park, mötley crüe, michael jackson, aaliyah

favorite movies ever - natural born killers, reservoir dogs, pulp fiction, the lost highway, mullholand drive, cape fear, taxi driver, american psycho, pink flamingos, carrie, down in the valley, lolita, kill bill vol 1, kill bill vol 2, texas chainsaw massacre, jeepers creepers, thirteen, the butterfly effect, the secretary, death proof, dazed and confused, donnie darko, elephant 2003, palo alto, look away, before i fall, fast times at ridgemont high, detroit rock city, home alone, metal lords, the dirt, the craft, the doom generation, lords of chaos, waves, little birds, buffalo 66, american honey, euro trip, beevis and butthead do america, ginger snaps, DUCK!, smiley face, nowhere 1997, mysterious skin, dinner in america, white oleander, bones and all, fish tank, the loved ones, i believe in unicorns, the v su, mid 90s, the flordia project, water lilies, empire records, anora, words on bathroom walls, hick, may, zola, gummo, lilya-4-ever, speak, priscilla, vivarium, flower, teeth, kids 1995, little miss sunshine

favorite shows - skins, boy meets world, full house, beevis and butthead, headbanger's ball, breaking bad, mtv daria, mtv downtown, twin peaks, outer banks, euphoria, american horror story

favorite games - doom, minecraft, GTA, silent hill, life is strange, fnaf, yandere simulator, cry of fear, puppet combo games, sims 2, 3 and 4, fatal frame, project zero, PS2 horror games, red dead redemption, until dawn, roblox

favorite cases - charles manson, columbine, halifax (lindsay souvannarath james gamble), jodi arias, andrew blaze, adam lanza, elliot rodger, sol paiz (i know she's not really tcc but i love her) zodiac, ken and barbie murders, jeffery dahmer, ted bundy, pekka-erik

additional info - yes im TCC and i love dylan he's probably my favorite, i also might post very questionable things lol. for example heavy topics like depression and mental health because well i struggle with it, also sh/gore/sexual themes like that... so just block!!! alright peace and love <3

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New Psycho and Everyone Smokes Here out now!