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DOG BLOOD ďźçčĄďź
YANDERE! PROTAGONIST x SADISTIC! LOVE INTEREST! READER
tw/cw: everyoneâs gender is up to interpretation. dddne, yandere themes, violence, suggestive content
but what if you were never the villain, but a love interest.
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN FROM ALL MY POSTS!! LEAVE OR I WILL BLOCK!!
CASSIEL was a bored, lonely person. Through countless of timelines and people theyâve been with, none have piqued their interest in the slightest.
Even you.
But as a love interest, it was your job to keep them well â interested. Engaged. Entertained by the thought of romancing you.
But they never did.
They always ended up completing the game without touching a single person. Not any of the romancable options nor even the concubines offered to them in their conquests. A solitary existence.
You could only smile as a façade to hide your frustrations, as in some timelines they saw it fit to kill you.
âYou . . . â
Your lines were as followed,
âYou can use me however youâd like.â
You said it at least a hundred times now. Your diction, tone, gestures were always perfectly replicated. It was the one line you could say that didnât result in a horrific torture and death.
But this time, you felt nothing. Fear left you long ago. What was the point of being careful when you knew every outcome of every action and decision?
âYouâre bored are you not?â
Cassielâs head swiveled so quickly you were almost worried it would come right off.
You did the same thing you always did. You climbed their lap. Your hand around atop shoulders. Your face next to their ear.
In many other lifetimes, itâd end with them shoving you off. Maybe even, breaking your legs before outright killing you.
And yet this time it was as different. Stiff.
Your pointer finger grazes across their jaw, to their lips, and then their nose bride as you studied their beautifully crafted features. The protagonist was the Godsâ favorite after all, you never truly had the opportunity to savor that perfectly sculpted face.
âLie down, be good, and we can have some fun. Shall we, your highness?â
The night was long. The two of you were inexperienced, but you werenât about to let go of such an opportunity â your stamina be damned.
Adrenaline carried you throughout the night. Their highnessâs wet eyelashes and swollen lips were another point of motivation. As they came undone underneath you several times, it all ended when curiosity took hold of you once more and your hands reached their throat.
And you squeezed. Wrenched all the air out of their throat.
Finally, a familiar sight greets you as the world collapses. Because what would it be without its protagonist?
[ RESET COMPLETE : BEGINNING CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD ]
You awoke again, back to the same place and time. Your eyes flicked to your hands.
Your heart fluttered.
You reached climax after climax with the royal. The protagonist you sought after for what felt like hundreds and thousands of years.
But nothing felt better than the moment you ended their life instead. The power you felt. You were utterly drunk on it.
In any case, after that event, you slowly began realized how soft the protagonist truly was. The conqueror of the world melted like a puddle when you took the charge, and almost evaporated when youâd coddle or pamper them afterwards.
You also slowly began to realize how much more you needed to get that high once more. Simply killing them wasnât enough. You wanted them to feel betrayed. You wanted them to scream in horror once you flayed them alive. You wanted them to cry out in fear when youâd chase them down and re-create those times when theyâd torture you.
But then, you would catch a smile here and there. In moments where it wasnât supposed to exist. Cassiel moaning during the times youâd cut open his arms in an attempt to study their bodyâs anatomy better wasnât something the pleased you at all. It took away the pleasure of your hobby. The joy youâd receive when you had them to play within your hands. The ecstasy of being the one to bring about pain to your torturerâs favorite.
âStop making sounds youâre distracting me.â
âMy . . . hah . . . apologies. It just feels . . . amazing.â
You paused. Your movements frozen as your mind processed what they just said.
Tch. Turn-off.
ÂŠď¸ yoru.no.seiiki - yun | 2023
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DOG BLOOD ďźçčĄďź
YANDERE! PROTAGONIST x SADISTIC! LOVE INTEREST! READER
tw/cw: everyoneâs gender is up to interpretation. dddne, yandere themes, violence, suggestive content
but what if you were never the villain, but a love interest.
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN FROM ALL MY POSTS!! LEAVE OR I WILL BLOCK!!
CASSIEL was a bored, lonely person. Through countless of timelines and people theyâve been with, none have piqued their interest in the slightest.
Even you.
But as a love interest, it was your job to keep them well â interested. Engaged. Entertained by the thought of romancing you.
But they never did.
They always ended up completing the game without touching a single person. Not any of the romancable options nor even the concubines offered to them in their conquests. A solitary existence.
You could only smile as a façade to hide your frustrations, as in some timelines they saw it fit to kill you.
âYou . . . â
Your lines were as followed,
âYou can use me however youâd like.â
You said it at least a hundred times now. Your diction, tone, gestures were always perfectly replicated. It was the one line you could say that didnât result in a horrific torture and death.
But this time, you felt nothing. Fear left you long ago. What was the point of being careful when you knew every outcome of every action and decision?
âYouâre bored are you not?â
Cassielâs head swiveled so quickly you were almost worried it would come right off.
You did the same thing you always did. You climbed their lap. Your hand around atop shoulders. Your face next to their ear.
In many other lifetimes, itâd end with them shoving you off. Maybe even, breaking your legs before outright killing you.
And yet this time it was as different. Stiff.
Your pointer finger grazes across their jaw, to their lips, and then their nose bride as you studied their beautifully crafted features. The protagonist was the Godsâ favorite after all, you never truly had the opportunity to savor that perfectly sculpted face.
âLie down, be good, and we can have some fun. Shall we, your highness?â
The night was long. The two of you were inexperienced, but you werenât about to let go of such an opportunity â your stamina be damned.
Adrenaline carried you throughout the night. Their highnessâs wet eyelashes and swollen lips were another point of motivation. As they came undone underneath you several times, it all ended when curiosity took hold of you once more and your hands reached their throat.
And you squeezed. Wrenched all the air out of their throat.
Finally, a familiar sight greets you as the world collapses. Because what would it be without its protagonist?
[ RESET COMPLETE : BEGINNING CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD ]
You awoke again, back to the same place and time. Your eyes flicked to your hands.
Your heart fluttered.
You reached climax after climax with the royal. The protagonist you sought after for what felt like hundreds and thousands of years.
But nothing felt better than the moment you ended their life instead. The power you felt. You were utterly drunk on it.
In any case, after that event, you slowly began realized how soft the protagonist truly was. The conqueror of the world melted like a puddle when you took the charge, and almost evaporated when youâd coddle or pamper them afterwards.
You also slowly began to realize how much more you needed to get that high once more. Simply killing them wasnât enough. You wanted them to feel betrayed. You wanted them to scream in horror once you flayed them alive. You wanted them to cry out in fear when youâd chase them down and re-create those times when theyâd torture you.
But then, you would catch a smile here and there. In moments where it wasnât supposed to exist. Cassiel moaning during the times youâd cut open his arms in an attempt to study their bodyâs anatomy better wasnât something the pleased you at all. It took away the pleasure of your hobby. The joy youâd receive when you had them to play within your hands. The ecstasy of being the one to bring about pain to your torturerâs favorite.
âStop making sounds youâre distracting me.â
âMy . . . hah . . . apologies. It just feels . . . amazing.â
You paused. Your movements frozen as your mind processed what they just said.
Tch. Turn-off.
ÂŠď¸ yoru.no.seiiki - yun | 2023
taglist: @the-dumber-scaramouche @justkouisenough @rxflen
#yns.cassiel#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere fic#yandere x you#yancore#tw yandere#yandere core#yandere blog#yandere concept
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