Yandere Scream Drabble 2 Pt. 3

Yandere Scream Drabble 2 pt. 3

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Prompt 55 + Subaru Sakamaki

Ah, another mild yandere~ He’s more so a protective yandere than anything, which isn’t really showcased in this piece, but oh well.

Trigger warnings: blood, very slightly NSFW

What part of “stay away from me” didn’t you understand? Even as you stood before him with a welcoming smile, Subaru was utterly amazed by how stupid you could be. Did you not realize that such a warning was for your own safety?

The vampire sighed and adjusted himself in his seat, careful to avoid his wounds, before glaring daggers at you. “What do you want?”

Gingerly and wordlessly closing his bedroom door, you glided over to him with fake bravado. He could see your legs trembling with each step, but your face gave away nothing. He drew a shaky breath when you joined him on his balcony and fearlessly took a seat next to him.

“…Are you going to answer me?”

Your gentle giggle unsettled him. With a heavy grunt, he looked away from your intense gaze. How could you be so carefree around him? Though, it’s not like he posed much of a threat right now considering his wounds.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re injured and can’t heal fast enough – you need blood.”

The surprise on his face was palpable, but quickly gave way to anger. “Are you crazy, woman?“

"Perhaps, but I want to be of use to you.”

“What use will you be if you’re dead?”

You softly cupped his cheek, your touch full of compassion and love. The sheer warmth of your hand nearly caught him off-guard, but he quickly shrugged you off. Despite his clear feelings, you simply laughed and returned your hand to his cold cheek, your voice as gentle as ever. “Don’t you understand? If I’m dead, that proves my blood was of use to you.”

He growled through grit teeth and slapped your hand away before returning his gaze to the courtyard below. You surveyed his frustrated expression and idly hummed before getting up and sitting on his lap, quick to bare your pristine and tender neck to him. You smiled upon hearing his breath hitch at your coquettish actions. If you were trying to seduce him, fuck… it was working.

“Take a bite.” You coaxed and looked down at him. He could easily throw you off and be meters away from you by now, but he was hesitating – and he hated every second of it. You knew he wanted it, or rather, needed it. He’d be a fool to turn you down when you were practically offering yourself up on a silver platter. “Please, Subar–aah!”

His fangs had already sunk into your skin before you could finish uttering his name, as much as he liked hearing it come from your lips. You controlled your breathing in an attempt to cope with the initial pain, though you were surprised the pain didn’t last quite as long this time. He was going easy on you, fearful and equally as careful to take the bare minimum.

“You…”, you managed through ragged breaths, idly tugging on his hair to capture his attention. He grunted at the way you pulled his hair taut, almost feeling a bit turned on. “You…can take more if you want.”

He hesitated against your skin, his mind struggling to get a grasp on his restraint. But the more you leaned into him and pushed his head further into your neck, the more he could feel his inhibitions slip between his fingers. It didn’t take long to come to a decision.

His fangs pierced the surface of your flesh, slightly tearing at the skin as blood pooled around the incision and ran down your collarbone. Fingernails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. But even muffled, your moans were like music to his ears. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you for more than your blood. A part of him was glad he couldn’t do more, simply because he didn’t want to risk hurting you more.

A sick part of you was enjoying this, but it didn’t take long for your moans to turn into anguished groans. You whimpered and weakly struggled against his grip, and part of him found himself enjoying your reaction… until he came to his senses. 

“Shit!”

He was disgusted with himself, immediately retracting his fangs and pulling away to gauge your health. You stared back at him with a weak smile and slightly cloudy eyes, but you were alive. Subaru sighed in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder to idly lick at your wound. You groaned in protest, but he disregarded you with a smile as he watched the wound slowly heal.

Pulling away, he looked at you with a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I… I can’t control myself as well as my brothers.” He was a bit embarrassed admitting that last part, but there was no point hiding it now, not when you got a first hand experience of his inadequacy as the youngest brother.

“Heh, your brothers can control themselves? I’d pay to see that.” You deliriously mused and slumped against his body. Subaru chuckled against your shoulder and hugged you tighter, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms.

“I’m just glad you trusted me… Thank you.”

You didn’t hear his praise, but he didn’t miss the smile on your lips.

Change in Plans

wasn’t planning on posting this one but after reworking some parts i figured what the hell

Warnings: fem!reader, death, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, smut, noncon, spitting

Word count: 5.9k

When Uvogin left the bar, he was only stumbling a little, the alcohol in his system leaving him pleasantly buzzed, but nowhere near the point of feeling the need to puke his guts out. That would only spoil the ending of his night, something he’d rather not have.

Ideally he’d end the night by picking a fight and bashing some poor bastard’s head in.

And given Uvo had found himself in the middle of some college town, he was hoping that it wouldn’t be too hard to end the night that way. There had to be a decent amount of college shitheads out and about who were even more drunk than he was and would eagerly respond in the way he wanted if he were to throw out the correct insults. Alcohol often emboldened people, and even though Uvo typically towered over the majority of the population, cheap booze in the system would have his opponents thinking they could take him on as they drunkenly decided they needed to teach him a lesson. Even more so if there was a group of them; people often thought they had the advantage with numbers, and that made it even more satisfying when he would inevitably rip them into shreds, watching as smug expressions slipped off their faces to be replaced with horror and panic when they saw what he could do. And when those people would realize that they were horribly outmatched they would try to run.

Uvo used to be annoyed by that, but he’d found that hunting those people down as they drunkenly stumbled over their own feet while they tried to get away from him was satisfying in its own way.

So he kept his eyes open for any groups of men that looked like they could be easily agitated, thinking of what insults might be best to use depending on who he came across.

He didn’t encounter any such group, however.

But he did spot you.

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I know that this is too much to ask, but can you do B, O, and E for yandere killua?

Blood - If they’re extreme, how messy are they willing to get?

Killua is a cold-blooded assassin with a soft spot for those he holds dear. Anyone that doesn’t fall into that category is a potential enemy in his mind.

Blood and gore don’t faze him in the slightest, so he’s willing to get as messy as it takes to instill fear in his enemies.

He would never hurt his darling, however. Spilling her blood might actually be one of his worst fears.

Earnest - How intense are they?

He’s very much a mild yandere. When he’s around his darling or friends, he acts like a normal boy.

However, when Killua gets serious, his bloodlust is practically tangible. Luckily, this anger is never directed at his darling or his friends, but rather at their enemies.

Otherwise, he’s not intense at all towards his darling.  The only exception might be if she betrayed his or his friends’ trust, in which case, he’d get angry at her for once – but not enough to kill or hurt her.

Oppression - How many rights would they take away from you?

Unlike most yanderes, It’s unlikely that Killua would take away any rights from his darling. The thought of confining or kidnapping her might cross his mind at some point, but he’d never carry it out, especially considering what he had to endure during his childhood.

If she got close to him in the first place, Killua probably views her as a valued friend whose trust he wishes to maintain – even at the cost of his life.

Prompt 55 + Subaru Sakamaki

Ah, another mild yandere~ He’s more so a protective yandere than anything, which isn’t really showcased in this piece, but oh well.

Trigger warnings: blood, very slightly NSFW

What part of “stay away from me” didn’t you understand? Even as you stood before him with a welcoming smile, Subaru was utterly amazed by how stupid you could be. Did you not realize that such a warning was for your own safety?

The vampire sighed and adjusted himself in his seat, careful to avoid his wounds, before glaring daggers at you. “What do you want?”

Gingerly and wordlessly closing his bedroom door, you glided over to him with fake bravado. He could see your legs trembling with each step, but your face gave away nothing. He drew a shaky breath when you joined him on his balcony and fearlessly took a seat next to him.

“…Are you going to answer me?”

Your gentle giggle unsettled him. With a heavy grunt, he looked away from your intense gaze. How could you be so carefree around him? Though, it’s not like he posed much of a threat right now considering his wounds.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re injured and can’t heal fast enough – you need blood.”

The surprise on his face was palpable, but quickly gave way to anger. “Are you crazy, woman?“

"Perhaps, but I want to be of use to you.”

“What use will you be if you’re dead?”

You softly cupped his cheek, your touch full of compassion and love. The sheer warmth of your hand nearly caught him off-guard, but he quickly shrugged you off. Despite his clear feelings, you simply laughed and returned your hand to his cold cheek, your voice as gentle as ever. “Don’t you understand? If I’m dead, that proves my blood was of use to you.”

He growled through grit teeth and slapped your hand away before returning his gaze to the courtyard below. You surveyed his frustrated expression and idly hummed before getting up and sitting on his lap, quick to bare your pristine and tender neck to him. You smiled upon hearing his breath hitch at your coquettish actions. If you were trying to seduce him, fuck… it was working.

“Take a bite.” You coaxed and looked down at him. He could easily throw you off and be meters away from you by now, but he was hesitating – and he hated every second of it. You knew he wanted it, or rather, needed it. He’d be a fool to turn you down when you were practically offering yourself up on a silver platter. “Please, Subar–aah!”

His fangs had already sunk into your skin before you could finish uttering his name, as much as he liked hearing it come from your lips. You controlled your breathing in an attempt to cope with the initial pain, though you were surprised the pain didn’t last quite as long this time. He was going easy on you, fearful and equally as careful to take the bare minimum.

“You…”, you managed through ragged breaths, idly tugging on his hair to capture his attention. He grunted at the way you pulled his hair taut, almost feeling a bit turned on. “You…can take more if you want.”

He hesitated against your skin, his mind struggling to get a grasp on his restraint. But the more you leaned into him and pushed his head further into your neck, the more he could feel his inhibitions slip between his fingers. It didn’t take long to come to a decision.

His fangs pierced the surface of your flesh, slightly tearing at the skin as blood pooled around the incision and ran down your collarbone. Fingernails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. But even muffled, your moans were like music to his ears. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t be able to resist jumping you for more than your blood. A part of him was glad he couldn’t do more, simply because he didn’t want to risk hurting you more.

A sick part of you was enjoying this, but it didn’t take long for your moans to turn into anguished groans. You whimpered and weakly struggled against his grip, and part of him found himself enjoying your reaction… until he came to his senses. 

“Shit!”

He was disgusted with himself, immediately retracting his fangs and pulling away to gauge your health. You stared back at him with a weak smile and slightly cloudy eyes, but you were alive. Subaru sighed in relief and pulled you in a tight embrace, resting his head on your shoulder to idly lick at your wound. You groaned in protest, but he disregarded you with a smile as he watched the wound slowly heal.

Pulling away, he looked at you with a look of disapproval. “You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I… I can’t control myself as well as my brothers.” He was a bit embarrassed admitting that last part, but there was no point hiding it now, not when you got a first hand experience of his inadequacy as the youngest brother.

“Heh, your brothers can control themselves? I’d pay to see that.” You deliriously mused and slumped against his body. Subaru chuckled against your shoulder and hugged you tighter, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms.

“I’m just glad you trusted me… Thank you.”

You didn’t hear his praise, but he didn’t miss the smile on your lips.

OMG CEF for Pariston cause I love 🗑

We love all trash boys here, but by god is Pariston the king of trash. And honestly, it makes me love him more~

Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?

Oh not at all. No matter how painfully aware he is of his jealousy, the fact that his darling can elicit such feelings in him makes him want to hurt her more.

So yes, he would lash out – and he’d enjoy every second of it. He get pleasure from destroying the things he loves most, and what better opportunity than slowly destroying his precious darling?

Earnest - Are they intense?

Pariston is intense and cruel, even towards his darling whom he loves so dearly. Not only are his punishments harsh, he’s unpredictable and constantly leaves his darling in a state of paranoia and duress.

His “intensity” is a constant gamble. Some days, he’s markedly more empathetic and loving – other days, he’ll mercilessly beat or mentally torture his darling just for the fun of it.

Fight - How would they feel if you fought back against them?

Oh he’d be so amused! Although Pariston enjoys claiming to be weak – if only to make his darling think she has a fighting chance – he can easily keep up with Netero. His darling most likely doesn’t stand a chance against him.

Of course, it’s no fun if he immediately beats her down. He’d play around with her first, enjoying the way her hopes swell the longer he acts like he may lose.