Male Yandere Oneshots

A Yandere Pov

This was requested by mentalhealthissues69! Part 2 of Kidnapper yandere x N reader! I think people don't realize you can request chapters! Whether you have your own idea, own fandom, or just want a part 2 to any of the chapters written so far. <3

A simple short story of a kidnapper and his senpai. 

In the Pov of the yandere <3

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Tw: Mention of blood and scars

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Where did we leave off darling?

I simply can't recall... As I try to think you just choose to scream. I suppose I understand. Being tied up with rope could become uncomfortable eventually. Yet did I not tell you so many times what would happen if you were to escape, but what did you do? You broke out your restraints and left, only for me to drag you back after you've failed. I've always done that for you, picking you up when you couldn't go any further. I only want the best for you.

I only want to Love You...

But no matter what I do, you remain ungrateful. You know what happens now. You deserve a punishment, do you not? Even as you scream against your gag while crying. You simply don't understand how betrayed I feel... So, I'll make sure you will.

My lips form into a smile before pressing against your head. Poor thing, flinching from such a simple kiss. It's times like this I only feel utter pity for you. As the knife drags along your thigh, red droplets form in a line. Your body is trembling, and you can't help but look away. What a shame... this is only the beginning I'm afraid. Because in one swift movement I raise the knife up, cutting a long clean line of your skin. Your sobs hit my ears automatically, but all I can see is your blood. I felt my heart beating rapidly, because when I looked back at you, fresh cuts laid across your bare skin. Your head was hanging and some of the blood started to dry as more ran down your legs. You were silent and I could feel myself drown in an ocean of fear.

A simple check of your heartbeat let me know you were fine... I was so relieved. I'll clean the blood from the floor and stitch every cut right back up. However as I wipe down your skin carefully I can't help myself, but to look at you closer. Your face is red with dried tears... your beautiful body is cut up and bruised. It makes me feel a certain way. As hard as it may be to understand. I don't want to hurt you. Ever since we met that fateful day, I've only ever wanted to protect you. Your smile, your random little outbursts, everything you did warmed up my cold heart. I felt so much with you more than I have in my whole life. My reason to live was to see you happy, that glow in your eyes. It was addicting. I gave you flowers, spent time with you, gave you advice, took you out, everything. I gave you My Heart, yet you took one look at me, turned away and declared that I wasn't worth your time. Why couldn't you see.. we were meant to be more than Friends...

It was only then I realized the tears that ran down my face. It was like something in me had clicked to think clearly. What was I doing? I didn't deserve to, but I couldn't help but sob. The sound of the knife hitting the floor came across the room and suddenly my arms were wrapped around your limp figure. Love has gotten me here... hurting you. I knew you couldn't hear me as you slept so peacefully. So, before you could wake up, I whispered something in your ear.

"I'm sorry..."

That was the end of my words because as soon as I began to think, my brain drowned out the words into those of obsession. You were tied back up comfortably in the dark. And when you awoke, I would come back to you with food in hand. You turned away but I would force you to eat. A smile on my face as I admired your stubbornness. You knew you wouldn't be able to leave, and I was glad, you would be mine for the rest of time.

Little did you know...how close I was to letting you go that day.