Yandere! Business Man X Fem! Reader Word Count- 1409 (proofread)[CW- Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour, Mild

Yandere! Business man x Fem! Reader Word count- 1409 (proofread) [CW- stalking, obsessive behaviour, mild abuse insinuated, abduction, insinuated noncon acts,Stockholm syndrome]

5 Things he HATES about you

“There you are, walking without a care in the world. Hair billowing in the gentle wind like a halo atop your head, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, bunny?

You hum to yourself, the beginning of a sweet song, and it sounds like honey to my ears. Any words that slip from those rosy lips tempt me to taste them. Sigh you have made a besotted fool out of me.

So why do you test me so bunny? When I have been nothing but oh so good to you?!”

I HATE THE WAY YOU MAKE MY HEART RACE~ He had been living a perfectly normal, uneventful life. Going about his daily routine, working, keeping to himself and his eccentric hobbies. But that morning, you had to spill piping hot coffee on him, ruining his tailored suit and mood. His jaw ticked and he looked up at the clumsy menace ready to give them an earful when he felt shaky little hands dabbing at his suit. She blubbered apologies, a flustered whimpering mess, and something in him shifted. The sight of the woman before him, reminded him of something pitiful. Like a small bunny. He dropped a few bills and instantly left the cafe, irritated at the way the coffee clung to his scalded skin. Why had he gone soft? Something definitely had shifted in him, and he soon realized what. His traitorous heart had shifted allegiances, thrumming for a woman it barely knew. This was an inconvenience, and he hated you for it.

I HATE WHEN YOU DON’T LOOK AT ME~ His hands furiously typed at the keyboard of his laptop, eyes trained on the woman fluttering about the cafe with a cheerful smile. Her hands were laden with trays of food and coffee. She made small talk with some customers, greeting the regulars so sweetly like she knew them personally. When she came up to his table, her smile tightened and her eyes dropped to her feet. A smirk sneaked its way on his face at her docile behavior, yet something irked him. ‘Why won’t you look at me the way you look at others?’ Although some petty part of him loved seeing you uncomfortable around him, he couldn’t understand why his hands itched to grab your chin and make you face him properly. ‘Screw the coffee I’d rather drink in the warm pool of those eyes’

WHEN YOU TALK TO HIM? YES, I HATE IT~ Her shift had ended hours ago. Had he got the schedule wrong? No…he had it memorized by now. Your home, every place you went to, some spots that you visited frequently? Yes, those were his favorite haunts too now. So when he hung by the dimly lit alley, and his eyes landed on you having an animated conversation with the guy that you worked with, his fists clenched at his sides. It had been pouring heavily, and here he was soaked to the bone, waiting for his bunny to leave so that he could see you walk home, but what did you do?! You were busy with another guy? See bunny, you should have known better than to talk to other men. Don’t you realize that you are naive and so innocent? They would use you. Stop hurting me and making me mad bunny.

I HATE THE WAY I CAN’T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND~This has gone on for weeks. He has become a pilgrim visiting the cafe everyday religiously. So much so that even the regulars know better than to occupy the table at the farthest corner, with the best vantage point of the counter. Today is no different either, his eyes are preoccupied with their silent vigil, watching…appreciating, your lithe form moving between the tables delivering order after order. But he has changed. You have changed him. Gone is his need to uphold perfect appearances in crisp three piece suits. Rather these days he is like a foolish boy in love. Not mindful of what he is wearing or where he is. Nothing matters anymore. It’s only you, all you. His employees are worried about him being absent from work. But they don’t realize that if he doesn’t watch you every damn second of the day, he might lose his mind. Hell, he feels his sanity slipping slowly even when he’s near you. It’s not enough. Nothing is enough when it comes to you. Bunny, close doesn’t seem close enough, and THIS HAS GOT TO CHANGE. You’ll be mine and only mine. Soon.

I HATE WHEN YOU TRY TO LEAVE ME~ The ceiling is a little damp with a musty air lingering around the vicinity, due to the barred windows lining the basement. A plush bed sits in the centre of the bleak room, its soft rose colored sheets are a stark contrast to the abysmal grey of the room. The room is silent save for the occasional sob that escaped your mouth. Whenever a tear rolled down your face, it didn’t take a second before he was on you, gently cradling your face, as he wiped the stray tears with a tissue.

“Shhh bunny. It’s okay. Everything’s okay now. There…there” he cooed, his big hands combing through your lush hair, as he sat close to you. Your knees touched and you resisted the urge to flinch when he raised his hands to sweep your hair away from your face and gathered them into a ponytail.

He eyed you wearily as he clicked his tongue, looking at the big red handprint on your cheek. Gently he pressed an ice pack against your swollen skin and soon the ice was replaced by his warm lips. His breath fanned across your face, all mint and whiskey intoxicating you.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” He inquired in a low voice, his strong hands had easily scooped you up and placed you on his lap snaking his arms around you to pull you in an embrace.

But when you shook your head in answer, his hand grabbed your ponytail so tightly that it hurt. Yanking your head back to face him he smiled menacingly, “Did you forget already bunny? I want you to use your words to answer me, and I want you to look at me when I’m talking” he said. The dulcet tone of his warm voice was so soothing, a stark contrast to his vice like grip on your waist and hair.

If you listened closely, you could sense the worry in his voice, the slight tremor in his touches, and the way his eyes never left you. You didn’t want to, but you had started looking forward to the time he came home from work. The way he talked your ear off about the people at his company. The way he bathed and dressed you in the finest of clothes.The way he himself fed you, and asked his chef to cook the food that you especially loved. He had also changed the metal chains to softer bindings once you started to behave nicely. Once he started to trust you.

“I’m sorry bunny…” he said nuzzling your neck. Then turning your face with a slender finger he pressed feather-light kisses to your swollen cheek, muttering an apology after each kiss.

“Don’t make me do this bunny. You were doing so good. We were starting to trust each other didn’t we? What more do you want? I can lay the whole damn world at your feet darling, just say the word.” He laid you down on the bed and curled behind you, holding you close to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, the sound eerily placating you. He was still wearing his work clothes. All pristine and proper in his three piece suit.

You giggled on the inside thinking only you got to see the madness that lingered behind those angel eyes.

He kissed the top of your head as he hummed a sweet lullaby, and you felt your eyelids droop.

“Sleep bunny. And banish every thought of leaving. You don’t want to see the monster rear its ugly head again, do you? You’ll stay right?” He asked deceivingly sweet.

“Yes”, you muttered, looking at him over your shoulder. A proud smile lit up his face, pointy canines flashing, that made him look boyish and ethereal in the dim lighting.

“Good girl. You’ll learn soon enough, that you’re mine. And there’s no place safer than my arms” he mumbled as the sleep finally overcame your senses.

Yandere! Male Writer x GN Cop! Reader (Headcanon)

CW- murder, manipulation, gore, mild swearing

Yandere! Writer Is a famous crime thriller novelist. A recent Pulitzer prize awardee. His fanbase only grows each day, with everyone commenting on how real his writing sounds. His novels are written as a diary of his main character who is the protagonist of all his novels. The diary of a serial killer.

Yandere! Writer is very active in the writing community and is popular for his charming personality and witty retorts. With multiple tv show appearances, he is so admired and respected that everybody in the film industry wants to adapt his novels into series or a movie, only for him to refuse. Success comes easily to him, in a manner that he is perpetually bored.

Yandere! Writer is one day approached by the local precinct on an urgent matter. There is a new cop in the violent crimes department who needs his assistance.

Yandere! Writer who is initially wary about getting involved with such business easily complies when he meets you. You are a new cop. Fresh out of training and full of gusto. It almost makes him amused to see you show that naive hopefulness. You have caught his attention. Enough for him to feel that tingle of excitement again.

Yandere! Writer is a little surprised when you tell him that some seasoned criminal has taken a liking to his writing. They believe the killer is actively copying the murders as described in his novels, down to the minute details. You believe that the killer is maybe obsessed with the idea that he is the protagonist of these novels.

Yandere! Writer although apprehensive in the beginning, eagerly agrees to help you with the case. You want him to stay in the precinct and help the cops catch the killer. Because you think that only the writer seems to think how the killer thinks. Hence helping you understand the mindset and probably the next move of the killer.

Yandere! Writer is warned by his publicists to not get his hands dirty and stay out of police business, but he is stubborn. He has taken a weird liking to you. He sticks by your side day in and out, even when you are pulling all-nighters. He is practically shadowing you at this point. He has finally found his muse. You don't know but in his new novel he has already made you the love interest of the protagonist, cementing his growing little obsession with you.

Yandere! Writer is perplexed when he realizes that he not only likes you, but has this overpowering urge to keep you to himself. Hell, he didn't feel this satisfaction when he sat knees deep in warm blood oozing from a fresh corpse he just slaughtered out of sheer boredom. Instead his heart thuds wildly in his chest when you simply hold eye contact with him for longer than a minute.

Yandere! Writer loves how you have begun to trust him. Rely on him so much that you are okay with sharing your problems and worries with him. He is making sure that nobody can step in this tight circle that he has managed to ensnare you in with himself.

Yandere! Writer takes a sick satisfaction, almost getting off on that fact that how these foolish people haven't been able to connect the dots already. He began writing about his “incidents” like some sort of memoir of his killings. It's true he killed those people to feel something. To make his usual stone cold pulse, race like it does around you. He isn't ashamed to admit he’d kill again. But this time only for you. He doesn't want this adventure with you to come to an end.

So when he has you in his embrace, after you discovered the corpse of your best friend, he has to stifle a wide grin from splitting across his face. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, while your body is wracked with sobs. This is it. You need to learn that no matter how hard you try, this is where you will always return. He’ll make sure of it.

“Shh, darling its alright. We’ll find the bastard who did this. I'm here now, don't worry. I'll take care of you”

"Nature's Solace"

"The warm breeze ruffles my hair;

as the sweet summer scent looms in the air.

There's something about the wind that reminds me of home;

the leaves sway with peace as I rest below this shady dome.

The tiny birds chirrup merrily nearby;

as the sky goes on stretching ahead with a lazy sigh.

My heart jolts a little, and so does my fuddled mind;

both hum a sweet song 'bout nature's divine.

Oh how the gentle air caresses my skin;

as affectionate as a lover or a faraway kin.

The sun shines glorious and orange with pride,

as the memories of tomorrow walk past with a stride.

My eyes flutter close capturing every moment of this while;

the world warps to a haze as I walk this dream aisle.

I look beside me and find a person I knew;

sitting quietly as I reminisce the days old and new.

The rustling of the leaves tell me I'm alone;

for when I open my eyes, I see you're long gone.

I get up from my spot beneath the bower huge;

and find you amidst the clouds seeking quiet refuge.

The setting sun blinks at me as it meets the ground;

I ask you to stay as the night begins to surround.

You bid your farewell with the passing light and settle among the stars;

I sigh, and await your company as the day is away several hours."

"Hour glass"

"Stranded in the hour glass; 'Neath the slipping sand. I trudged along the wicked trails, searching for your hand. Then spotted a silhouette far away, and rushed to it with hope; The fate in guise mocked me, and pushed me down the slope"

𝑫𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕-

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢-

Silent confessions

Whitney Theory time

𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝-

Jordan's Corruption

𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛-

The butterfly effect

𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛-

Smoke and Mirrors

Warning- the volume is loud so reduce it if you’re wearing headphones…

This is Black Lumaban from the visual novel Reanimated Heart by Jack @reanimatedheart