" 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ? "
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 — ruin him or even break him, and yet still his thoughts will be solely devoted to you . .
nsfw / sixteen + / gender neutral reader / yandere content / oc x reader / knife play (reader cuts into his skin, he enjoys it) / blood play / submissive yandere / dominant reader / slight bondage / worshipping(?) / dacryphilia / marking (reader carves their name into him) / begging (he's really noisey tbh)
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a/n: gotta finish the character info's before these fics guys . . anyways meet Elliot Bourne . .
The blade dipped into Elliot's skin, cutting the soft flesh, leaving a scar in it's wake, blood dripping from his torso, while his screams were muffled by the rag in his mouth. Drool escaping the corners of his mouth, while tears escaped his reddened eyes as you carved into his soft supple flesh.
Muffled whimpers for more, while his body rejected your touch, squirming at the feeling of your nails digging into his thigh, holding him still. He struggled against the binds, that trapped his hands—bruises forming from the rough feeling of the ropes that held him down—wanting nothing more than to touch your radiance in front of him, to feel the divine being in front of him doing whatever they desired to his worthless being.
His mind was rotten, filled with only thoughts of you, your touch, the filth that escaped you mouth—the way the knife felt on his skin—the way your nails dug deep enough to draw blood, leaving beautiful scars for him to cherish and preserve.
His throat felt raw, all the moisture dried as his body involuntarily buckled towards you, his eyes rolling back as he felt your fingers glide over the newly carved piece of art you've left on his skin—he grew more and more light headed as the blood escaped the fresh wound.
The rag fell from his mouth, tears escaping his eyes as he starred at you half lidded, he choked out plethora of i'm sorry's and thank you's—he wasn't exactly sure what he was sorry for—yet he knew he had to please you somehow, after you gave him this delightful gift.
He felt his stomach churn, a delightful feeling, as he watched you lick the blood off from your fingers, an involuntary moan escaped his mouth—he wanted to turn away—yet he couldn't, you were just so perfect, pristine, superior . .
He watched you smile, leaning down into the crook of his neck, before you sank your teeth into him—the pain was delightful—he sucked in his breath, his head leaning back, feeling even more light headed than before, he'd be fine with dying right now . . at your hands.
Elliot blinks slowly, finally waking up . . his body was sore, aching all over . . he was still in the place where you had last left him—untied thankfully—he leaned back, sighing, trying to muscle up some strength before he got up—he looked down at the wound on his torso, your name carved deeply into his skin, claiming him whole . . and despite his weak state, he couldn't help but giggle, blushing as he traced the wound with his fingers.
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hihiii! how would nokka react to their S/O calling them some cheesy name like a phrase like this: "hello my sweet shnookie pookie dokie bear hru?" and then cackles stupidly because I do that with my friends from reaction and it got my gears turning TY!!! ILYSM!!!
『Featuring your yandere husband cringing at you』
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Y/n: “Good morning my shnookie Pookie dokie bear! It’s time to rise and shine!”
You sing songed as you snatched to covers off of his slumbering form. Making him hiss from being exposed to the cold air since he can be sensitive to it especially in the early mornings.
Nokka: “Ugh It’s too damn early for me to deal with this shit, Wife”
Your husband, bemoaned at you being a pissy little baby due to you waking him up. According to his wishes since he had a streaming event planned. For his fellow gym enthusiastic followers who wanted a sneak peek at his weight training regiment.
Nokka briefly settled on snuggling into a stray body pillow. Before a heavy cringe settled upon on his face from registering your offending words. Squinting his eyes, he looked up at you in utter bafflement as if repulsed by the words you were previously spouting.
Nokka: “Did I fuck your brains out too hard last night? Cuz who is this shnookie Pookie dokie bear? I know, It sure as hell ain’t me. Since I only answer to ‘Husband’ “
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How about Yandere boss, with cosplay darling, but she accidentally moans out a fictional character’s name instead of his. During the deed.
『Featuring your yandere Boss giving you a friendly reminder』
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Cw: Fem! Reader, NSFW MDNI 🔞
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Danny’s proud of you for staying in character and thinks it’s really hot. But damn you somehow managed to make him hate a character who was once his all time favorite MC.
Just the thought of you screaming another man’s name even if it’s purely fictional. when his pretty cock is lodged deep inside your guts, just doesn’t sit right with him.
Danny: “Huh? What was that again? I think my ears are failing me my goddess”
The Boss aims to make sure that you know it’s the Otaku who’s drilling you into the bed right now not freaking [INSERT FAV BIAS] . Normally he’d do sweet and doting but in that instance he turned petty and mean with the drive to fuck some corrective guidance into your hazy mind.
Danny: “Say it with me, Dan~ Cmon I know you can be louder than that princess. Should I go even harder on you then?”
Y/n: “I’m s-sorry Dan!”
Danny: “Aha there we go, that’s it call my name fer me pretty girl. Remember who’s dick it is that’s fucking you mkay?”
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