BMC Boyf Riends One Shots

Just a Little Bit...

Me and a friend were talking about yanderes. And then Killing Stalking got brought into the mix...and now here's a bloody Yandere!Jeremy fic for y'all.

TW: lots of blood, death, and manipulation. Hope y'all can handle it. Swearing as well

Oh and dismemberment too.

"C'mon Micha, just take. The. Medicine." Jeremy held the lid filled with medicine next to Michael's face and was getting irritated. "Please. I promise it's the last one." His demeanor changed instantly and he locked his eyes with Michael's, seemingly putting the taller male into a trance.

Michael finally let Jeremy give him the medicine and Jeremy smiled.

"Good Micha. Now I've got some business I gotta take care of. You just stay here okay. I'm locking the door and taking both keys so don't think about leaving." Jeremy gently kissed Michael's head and waved goodbye, locking the door behind him.

Michael was used to it. He did still miss the old, sane, non murderous Jeremy but he was never coming back. And Michael was so hung up he'd never notice.

Especially not with how Jeremy secretly drugged him every day.

Jeremy turned the light on in the basement and stared at the short, unconscious blonde boy tied to the wall. He shot a thing of adrenaline through him and waited for his body to react.

"Three, two, one..." His eyes shot open and began darting around the room. "Good you're awake." Jeremy smiled and he opened a small box on the table next to him.

"Jeremy? What the hell...where am I?"

"You're in my basement Goranski. Or should I call you Short Ass? Make up for all the years you teased me." Jeremy grabbed some scissors from the box and walked over to his subject, smiling.

"What the hell are you doing with thothe?"

"Simple Rich. I seen you with Michael a few weeks ago. I just...I've been waiting not to hurt you, but now, eh...I can't handle myself." Jeremy grabbed Rich's shirt and began cutting it.

"Hey Jake bought me thith!" Rich watched as the pride shirt was cut open. Jeremy cut the flaps off and trimmed the area around Rich's neck.

"Perfect." Jeremy quickly grabbed a red market and began marking on Rich's bare chest, and eventually his limbs. Feeling the cold ink on his skin caused Rich's face to scrunch up. "Oh don't make that face. It's not that bad....not yet." Jeremy shot him a wicked grin proving he wasn't sane in the slightest.

Rich watched as the taller male found some blue gloves and put them on his hands, as well as strapping on an apron.

"Now...What limb do you wanna lose first? An arm? Oh perhaps the one you burned when you almost killed my boyfriend. Yes that would be a good reward from you." Jeremy rubbed his fingers across Rich's scars, causing the younger male to wince in pain. "Yes it'll be perfect. You wouldn't mind losing it would you?" Jeremy giggled a bit as he walked back to the box and pulled out a saw.

"Jeremy, what kind of twothted thhith is thith?"

"It's not twisted shit Rich. It's my job." Jeremy walked back to Rich and smiled as he put the blade of the saw against his arm. "Just relax and it'll end soon. Or don't and let the pain embrace you." Jeremy began moving the saw back and forth, slow at first, but he got quicker.

Rich began screaming as he felt the metal cave into his skin. Jeremy stopped eventually.

"This isn't strong enough. I know." He walked away and came back with a chainsaw. "This should get through the bone." Rich stared side eyes as Jeremy went back to his arm. "Could ya move your neck a tad?" Jeremy shoved Rich's head opposite of him and cranked up the saw, shoving it into the large hole of skin the saw had cut.