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yxami · 4 months

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Yandere creep that craves your attention when you’re not near and across the classroom with others. Why can’t you just talk with him? He’s interesting right?

He hasn’t even gotten the opportunity to show you the poisonous flowers he sealed into a heart shape with silica gel. Just so it would never die and you wouldn’t get a reaction from it either.

He knew you didn’t like dead things like he did so he was really hoping this would make you happy.

He plays with the gift in his hands, trying to distract himself from looking up since it only hurt him more to see you laughing and smiling. Maybe you’d approach him when you got tired of those two.

“Hellooooo??” You say, sitting backwards in the seat pressed against his desk as you lean down to look at his solemn, now surprised face. “I’ve already said your name five times, what’s up?”

“Sor-sorry..!! I didn’t realize you were right there” He looks up, cheeks heating up from embarrassment that he hadn’t noticed you sooner. When did you even appear in-front of him? Where were your friends?

“Did you not sleep enough or something? You look less alive than usual” You bring his face close, using both of your thumbs to rub at his eyebags. “You need to sleep more”

“Ok-okay..” He tries not stumbling over his words as his pale cheeks darken even more, he’s avoiding all and every opportunity to make eye contact with you, something he’s never done, but you’re so close! How can he look at you when you’re just inches away from his face???

“Where your um… friends? Did they have to go?” He looks around for a moment, unable to detect whether they’re still in the classroom before you immediately responded.

“Nah, just got bored, I wanted to talk to you and thank you for not leaving any more dead things at my door either” You take your hands away from his face, much to his dismay. He swore his heart was about to start pumping loud enough for you to hear.

He could feel butterflies flutter in his stomach at the fact that you chose to hangout with him, you left your friends to talk to him. He must be doing something right if it means you chose to do that willingly, and now it has him even more drunk on the emotion he couldn’t name.

“About that, the gifting thing, I uh.. wanted to give you this” He holds up a clear encased lily of the valley in heart shaped form, becoming more transparent in the sunlight rays piercing it, it looked so pretty and well made you thought for a moment he had bought it.

“It took me a bit cause I didn’t know how to work with the mold.. I hope you like it” He softly spoke, placing it in your open palm as you admire it, he’s left nervously fiddling with his fingers like always, praying that you liked it.

“It’s so pretty, I know I told you not to get any poisonous flowers but this is a nice way to put it” You recall last time he tried bringing flowers but ended up failing because you had fallen asleep so he just left some daisy’s at your door. “I love it”

He perks up at your words, anxiety washing away easily just with those few. “I’m happy you like it, I could bring you more things everyday if you’d let me” He finally looks up to have his eyes meet with yours, hoping you’d allow him to continue this routine of gift giving.

Maybe one day, the right gift will make you so happy that you’ll want to date him. That’s his dream until he can at least manage to even say will you date me to the plushie he has that resembles you.

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2smolbeans · 2 months

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Yandere CEO in a room with darling, handing them a contract sheet for them to sign:

"I know this company is going to miss you, but you have to understand why I have to do this. You deserve more than this, you deserve to have so much-"

Otaku darling already knowing yandere CEO's intentions and signing it immediately:

"Yep, don't care! Chain me up, don't care. All I ask for is funding for my lovely figures - and oh! A membership for all of these streaming websites. You're right, I deserve so much more, so take me now!"

Yandere CEO surprised but not disappointed as they take the signed contract:

"Okay..Didn't plan that to happen..But then again you always belonged to me. So why would I be surprised..?"

Darling immediately jumping onto their lap, happily hugging them as they accept their fate:

"Mhn-hmn! <3"

The aftermath of yandere CEO consensually 'kidnapping' an otaku darling <3

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merchen-aeravellae · 4 months

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Deep in the Forest

Yandere Enemy x Reader

Warning: decapitation, death, war mentions

Two kingdoms engulfed in a conflict that spans generations, peace is no longer an option, and the thirst for revenge permeates the entire surrounding land. But battles are no longer the darkest things you can encounter in this desolate place.

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Yandere Enemy, who is a warrior, trains day and night with the purpose of protecting his rulers and his people from the threat posed by the neighboring kingdom.

Yandere Enemy, like the rest of the inhabitants of Nocheblanca kingdom, grew up with the idea that the Rosazul kingdom was eternal enemies of Nocheblanca and should be eliminated, but they are currently in a temporary ceasefire.

Yandere Enemy was training deep in the forest that connects both kingdoms, as he did every day, when he heard a noise behind a tree.

Yandere Enemy was surprised to find another person outside the grounds of the kingdom but quickly shifted to a battle stance when he noticed that it was a person from Rosazul.

Yandere Enemy expected to fight you, but all you did was raise your hands in a peaceful gesture and stepped back to give him space.

Yandere Enemy examined you from head to toe, and by your attire, he could tell you were a type of healer. He lowered his sword slightly but remained alert in case you made any movements that could indicate a fight.

Yandere Enemy only looked at you for a few more minutes, and when he realized you weren't leaving, he decided to leave first to break the awkwardness that had enveloped both of you. However, that wouldn't be the last time you two would encounter each other.

Yandere Enemy began to notice your presence every time he went to the forest to train, and no matter how much he changed his location, you always seemed to find him. At first, he threatened to kill you to be left alone, but when that didn't seem to work, he simply ignored you.

Yandere Enemy injured his hand one day while training but decided to continue as if nothing had happened. When you noticed this, you decided to help him. He refused at first, but when he realized you wouldn't take no for an answer, he had no choice but to accept.

Yandere Enemy, after a few weeks of this event, started tolerating you a bit more, and even had a couple of conversations that weren't threats. Unbeknownst to him, he was starting to feel comfortable with your presence.

Yandere Enemy, who began to hate himself, after months of interacting with you, came to the conclusion that he had developed romantic feelings for you. These feelings were forbidden, but he couldn't stop them he didn't want them to stop and they grew with each passing day.

Yandere Enemy knows that this would be considered treason to his homeland, but every time he saw you smile, that thought faded from his mind.

Yandere Enemy gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you, fearing rejection or the possibility that you might never want to see him again. He became the happiest man in the world when you admitted to having feelings for him too.

Yandere Enemy no longer went to the forest to improve his fighting skills; now his reason for going was you. He always brought an object that might interest you, or he would wait for you with a picnic.

Yandere Enemy was surprised when you told him that you had knowledge of healing and medicinal herbs because it had been a practice in your family for generations. It was also the reason why you were in the forest the first time you met.

Yandere Enemy, knowing you two couldn't hide forever and fearing what would happen if both were discovered, he asked begged you to escape together. Far away from both kingdoms, far from the fear of being separated, he wanted to find a place where you could create a life in peace, a place where you could be happy.

Yandere Enemy jumped for joy when you accepted his proposal. He couldn't help but embrace you, and for that brief moment, everything was happiness, until it wasn't.

Yandere Enemy returned to his home in Nocheblanca to start packing all his valuable belongings and clothes for the long journey ahead for both of you. However, halfway through packing, screams and lamentations were heard outside his house.

Yandere Enemy discovered that the heir of Nocheblanca and his guards had been killed while they were out hunting, including Yandere Enemy's brother, who was one of the personal guards of the Prince.

Yandere Enemy saw red the moment he learned that his brother had been murdered, probably by warriors from Rosazul. At that moment, all the hatred he had for them, which had been buried deep in his mind because you had occupied it, resurfaced.

Yandere Enemy, who began to plan his revenge, completely forgetting the plan to escape with you. His brother was one of the few people important to him, and now he was gone. Convincing the population of Nocheblanca to attack Rosazul was not difficult for him, and by the dawn of the sixth day, Rosazul had fallen. The royal family was in the dungeons, awaiting execution, but not before being tortured in the cruelest manner possible.

Yandere Enemy had a reality check at that moment. In his pursuit of revenge, he left you standing on the same day you two were supposed to escape together. Panic and terror consumed him as he searched for you among the prisoners, in the forest, and in the place he feared the most—among the corpses. But there was no trace of you.

Yandere Enemy became a war hero; now he had enough power to save you from the cruel fate of the rest of the inhabitants of Rosazul but it seemed like you had vanished into the air. He searched for you for two months and as more time passed, madness began to take hold of his mind, and regret consumed his bones.

Yandere Enemy decided to kill the heir to the throne, wanting to take revenge on the person "responsible" for keeping him away from you. If it weren't for the prince and his guards, the two of you would be living your best lives in a distant place.

Yandere Enemy didn't stop there. To make him suffer more, he decided that his entire family should witness his inevitable death. The guillotine and the prince were ready, with all other family members in a row, bound arms and sacks over their heads.

Yandere Enemy, who witnessed the exact moment when the heir's head was severed and when the sacks were removed from the heads of the royalty, he wanted to die at that moment. Now he understood why he never found your whereabouts, why he couldn't locate you—because you were with your family, in the dungeon.

Yandere Enemy never imagined that you were a member of the royalty of Rosazul, but he couldn't be angry with you for that. He knows that everyone makes mistakes, and he forgives you for not telling him earlier, just as you will forgive him for what he did to your kingdom and family.

Yandere Enemy, who went to the dungeons in the middle of the night to see you, found only a pitiful sight. You were handcuffed to the wall, beaten and wearing dirty and torn clothes, your gaze lost somewhere on the grimy wall.

Yandere Enemy approached you with the intention of hugging you, but he didn't expect you to scream. Every attempt he made to touch you ended in screams and your lamentations. The few words you spoke were filled with anger and hatred directed towards him.

Yandere Enemy is convinced that you only need a new place far away from others. He tries to talk to you about the plans you two had before to lift your spirits, but it doesn't seem to be working.

Yandere Enemy knows that the longer you stay here, the more likely it is that you'll be killed, so he steals you away while everyone is asleep, taking you far away to a hidden place where no one will find you both. He is sure that this will bring back the old you, the one who was deeply in love with him. He had to knock you out, tie you up, and cover your mouth in case you wake up early, but it will be worth it.

Yandere Enemy who found a cabin deep in the forest connecting to another kingdom, "mysteriously" the former owners disappeared, and now it belongs to the two of you.

Yandere Enemy knows that you still fear him, but not for long. He will make you love him again, and if it still doesn't work, he won't let you go. He prefers to have you even if you hate him for the rest of your life than not have you at all.

Yandere Enemy "I refuse to let you go, I don't care if you hate me, curse me, or hit me. We will always be together, whether you want it or not."

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Extra information, Nocheblanca is known for its warriors while Rosazul for its healers.

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compact-turtle · 1 month

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I'll listen to you next time. Okay? ~

Concept: Yandere Space Explorer x Gn Reader: Spicy Edition

Summary: Orion ignores your pleas to stay home and decides to follow you into the jungle.

TW: NS//FW, finger/ing, dub-con?, biting, general yandere stuff, riding, just being horny yk

Word count: 1.4k

Note: I'm like a thousand followers late but here's the first part of the thousand (now 2 thousand?!?!) follower celebration I promised!! I plan on breaking it up into 3 different posts for each character. First will be Orion, then Ivar and Atticus last!

Entry Date XX-XX-XXX Y/n has begun hoarding large amounts of food lately. No preference for food in the pile with the exception of Aishi flowers. Behavior lately has been erratic. Body language suggests uneasiness and anxiety. They’ve instructed me to stay in the hut for a few days while they leave on a journey. They brought all the Aishi flowers with them along with half the food pile. In order to understand their behavior, I am choosing to ignore their request and will follow them. I have-

"Oh fuck” Orion whispered as he finally noticed how lifeless the jungle had suddenly become.

He was utterly absorbed in finishing his journal entry, neglecting to watch his surroundings despite your repeated warnings. Orion couldn't determine how long the forest had been silent.

He quietly packed up his items, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.

It's fine. You were pretty close. You were just a few hundred feet inside a nearby cave that he'd tracked you down to.

Keep calm. Orion reminded himself multiple times as his feet picked up the pace. His eyes caught a glimpse of something purple stalking him.

No more calm.

Orion booked it. He clutched his satchel tightly while weaving through the jungle. Roots nearly tripped him. The jungle began to blur into a confusing tapestry of blue, green, and every other color.

Suddenly, he was pinned to the ground. Its sharp teeth flashed, and a disgusting smell wafted into his nose.

"GET OFF ME" Orion yelled as he attempted to kick the beast off him.

The kick did very little to harm it. At most, he probably annoyed the creature. The beast growled and opened its mouth wider.

Something pushed the giant beast off him just as it was about to take a bite. The beast staggered back in shock. A large howl escaped the beast.

You jumped on top of it with a blade in your head. You quickly shoved your blade into the side of the beast. Cries of pain echoed from it as he watched you take the knife out of its neck. It shook you off its back, and you fell onto the ground. Quickly, it ran into the jungle.

"WHY YOU HERE? SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME!" You screamed at him. Your body was sluggish as it dragged itself off the ground.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay! You've been acting so weird lately and-."

"Go home. Now."

Without looking back, you slowly walked into a nearby cave. Orion tip-toed behind you into the cave, trying not to upset you any further. A makeshift leaf curtain door covered the entrance. The cave was small and had a dead end. A pile of aishi flowers was littered around with a musk smell.

You immediately collapsed onto the flower when you walked in. Your body giving up as it pushed itself past the limit. Orion rushed over to you. At first, he assumed you were injured in the fight with the predator.

His eyes darted in surprise when he realized you were bare. He pulled you into his arms with your back facing him. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you buried yourself in his arms. It took Orion a few seconds to understand what was wrong with you. A small smile snaked itself way onto his lips.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't know it was your heat and mating season! You should've said something to me. I would've helped you. "Orion said sweetly as he traced his finger down your back. You gave a soft mew and shuddered underneath his touch.

"Nooo. Give me flowers. I eat." You cried, trying to fight him. "I need it!"

Orion reached over and gently fed you a flower. Your body began to cool down, and your mews died down. The sensitivity is fading away. A look of soberness slowly leaked into your eyes.

Hm. No wonder you were collecting these so much. They were meant to suppress your heat. Still, you didn't need the flowers now that he was here to assist you. He snatched the flower from your hand. You whined as he took it away.

Orion resumed teasing your body. His finger stopped at the base of your tail. He wrapped his fingers around it, following its length until the tip. He marveled at the flexibility of your tail as it wrapped around his arm in pleasure. The fur underneath his skin was soft like the blankets in your room.

When his fingers reached the end, he circled them around it and toyed with it. Tiny trembles reverberated through your body. You began to pant more. Drool slipped over the side of your mouth, and a flushed color began to paint your skin.

"Does it feel good? Am I a good boy helping you?"

"Nooooo. Stop. No touch," You babble incoherently.

"Hm? It doesn't feel good here. I'm so sorry. Let me try somewhere else." Orion apologized teasingly while he nibbled on your ear.

His finger began to trail down lower from your tail. Gently, he pried your legs apart. He slowly slipped his finger inside you. You writhed when Orion pushed it in. Your tail curled up, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure.

Your hole was wet as it ached for him. It wrapped around his finger as he pushed in and out of it. Wet slick coating the entire finger. The sensation of your hole was exhilarating with the pressure around it as he added another finger. As his fingers curved inside you, the feeling intensified around him. He shivered in bliss as your back arched, trying to make the fingers go in deeper.

Your voice echoed through the cave. He listened as you mewed out small chirps and cries. He adjusted your head and began to suck on your tongue. Greedily, he relished the taste of your mouth. The taste of your mouth was so sweet, like honey. It brought him pure bliss, and he was almost ready to explode.

His cock ached and was sore inside his pants. He began to grind on your back, desperate for release. He lapped at your tounge and it felt like he'd drank ambrosia from the gods. Every drop dripped from his mouth straight into his very essence. He couldn't take it anymore as he rubbed himself into your back.

Suddenly, you ripped your lips off of him. A throbbed headache resounded as you pushed him on the floor. His fingers leave your tight hole.

He watched you get on top of him. You sat on top of him, and your tail pinned his hands to the ground. You tore off his pants. His cock managed to spring free. He moaned as you tried to sit down on him. Your body desperately tries to take his entire length. You shifted and shuffled in various directions, trying to make it fit.

Finally, your walls managed to take him in. You slicked up his dick with your nectar and pushed it inside yourself deeper. He groaned at how tight you were inside. It almost felt suffocating. Still, he adored the way you devoured him, and was still ravenous for more.

"Can I finish inside you? Please, please, please, let me," Orion begged as you moved your hips, "You feel too good. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me finish in you."

"No. Ri, not listen to me. Bad boy today." You said through gasps.

You leaned down and bit his neck as punishment for even asking that. Something in him broke. He knew it was too soon. You just put it inside, and he wanted to fill you up.

He tried to listen and hold back. However, the image of you full of him pushed him over the edge. Your belly filled with him to the brim. Your sweet slick mixed with his salty seed. Your delicate skin is stained with his dirty white liquid. Afterward, you'd lift yourself up and spill the extra fluid your hole couldn't contain.

A slight whine escaped your lips as Orion made his fantasy a reality. He painted your walls white and moaned as you took it all in. He couldn't help it. Listening to you call him a bad boy while riding him was too much.

"I'm sorry for not listening to you today. Let's do it again, and I'll listen to you this time. Okay?"

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 3 months

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Yanderes in a Zombie Apocalypse...The Kind Survivor

Imagine the zombie apocalypse starts and suddenly the entire world itself is turned upside down. Those who survive are the ones who can adapt quickly or be lucky enough to be dragged by the former. You re some of the few that adapt turning everyday items into tools and weapons to guarantee your survival. While you could go at it alone you don’t. Shaking your coworker or classmate out of their horror-stricken state and saving them from being eaten.

“Hey you better move it or you’ll end up just like them.”

Maybe you know you’ll be lonely or that you can’t leave someone behind or maybe it's because it's them. Always so forthcoming and so kind to you before the world turned into this. Maybe you consider this payback for their hospitality, either way, you’re leading them away from the danger to regroup somewhere safe.

“T-thank you (Y/n).”

“It's fine, Wendall. Just keep moving we can’t rest here.”

“Right!”

He’s the Kind Survivor, the one who holds onto his sweet, trusting persona. Leaving you to be the untrusting hardened protector. Your roles become clear as you unwillingly are added to a group of fellow survivors. Of course, it’s him who proposes staying with the team still silently accepting your unspoken alliance. Even when the group discards your opinion for their own plan, he advocates for them, soothing your anger.

“I don’t trust them Wendy!”

“(Y/n) we can’t do this alone! We have to trust in them!”

“Until we can’t. What do you plan to do then?!”

“T-then we can leave. Okay (Y/n)...I’ll start thinking about us….about you more okay?”

“Thanks… I’ll be more open-minded.”

For a while, this will work, with your Kind Survivor becoming an important voice in the group while you gain their respect and reverie. Wendall couldn’t be happier, falling into a sense of normalcy as he watches you grow emotionally. For a while, this feels right.

But this doesn’t last.

The first betrayal ruins him opens his eyes. One selfish member's actions put everyone at risk but who suffers the most is you. Led out on a fool’s errand only to be swarmed and backed into a corner. Nothing but your wits and survival instincts to let you lead the remaining scouts with you. You’re holed up in a roof for days, forced to stay quiet, stave your hunger, and remain vigilant. As you hoped, Wendall and the surviving group arrive with food and medicine as everyone reunites.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”

“Hey, Wendy.”

“Oh, my–(Y/n) you can’t believe how happy I am to see you!”

“...I trusted you’d come…and you did.”

No one’s more happy to be reunited than your Kind Survivor who doesn’t dare relay the frustrating tale of that one’s betrayal. Only holding you close and rubbing his face against your head as he burns your scent into his memory all over again. It's another member who tells you while Wendall lasor focuses on checking you for any and all injuries. You don’t seem all that perturbed–your inclination to trust the others was right—all was well. Sure there was betrayal but you didn’t like that one member much at all so it wasn’t much of a deal to you. The same cannot be said for your Kind Survivor.

“I’m okay Wendy. I’m fine.”

“You haven’t eaten in days I wouldn’t call that fine.”

“Wendy I–”

“Hush. Eat before anything…please.”

He’s still so sweet. Always so kind. But something's…amiss. The other members feel he’s not the same. Those on midnight watch find his eyes staring at your resting form, not even moving away when they joke with him. When he does turn to look at them, there’s something fiery, something dark lingering behind those eyes before he hides them with his typical amicable smile. They begin to fear him.

“Ah, Wendall-san?”

“What is it? Jjitjg?”

“Uh, nothing never mind.”

The members have a right to. Wendall is dealing with an anger he’s hardly ever experienced. All his life had been a constant string of highs—working his dream job, meeting you, getting to hang out with you. But then the world turned mad which didn’t initially scare him as much as it should. Somehow being saved and haphazardly comforted by you it still wasn’t so bad. He thought the same when you both joined the group. But when that one member betrayed the whole team it shattered him. How could they?! Leaving his (Y/n) out there! When they so courageously followed the so-called leader on this goose chase!? What was his baby doing now while they simply huddled in fear of that one?! How were you feeling being so far for so long?!

He? He was dying.

Would you be disgusted that your Kind Survivor was truly contemplating letting all the others die while he went to search for you? Disgusted in knowing that it was he who was behind that one’s sudden psychosis? He didn’t care!

But when he saw your smiling face he was relieved but still fuming. This..band of wretches was why you were bedded for a week. These worthless meat sacks were using up the supplies meant to take care of you. These fleas were eating all the food that should have rightfully belonged to you.

It was a rising resentment. Pushed down and suffocated every time so that he could steer this group right and properly encourage your latest streak of compassion. It made you so much more integral to the group, as a protector and a leader.

It made his skin crawl. He was so proud of you.

It was another member’s incompetence that puts the nail in the coffin–the entire group’s coffins. Since the death of your old leader the group was out of sync; squabbling and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Of course, the most incompetent one volunteered for the role; forcefully pressuring the others to follow their lead. It led to chaos. The chaos that relied on you to save everyone again. Again, forcing you to risk your life.

“This–this–this is the second time–”

“That I’ve survived the impossible? Don’t know, guess I’m just the best human shield there is.”

“No! This is the second time you’ve almost died because of them! I can’t–I can’t!”

He snaps.

You can calm your Kind Survivor all you like but the damage has been done. He’ll bow and apologize to everyone who’s witnessed it. But he’s not sorry. He’s determined. At a moment's notice, he fights to free you from them even if you resist. Physically you might be able to overpower him but he shouldn’t be underestimated. After all your Kind Survivor has learned so much. So many ways to subdue you, so many ways to trick the group; running off with you will be easy. With so much time to plan he’ll get his plan off without a hitch.

By the time he’s done, you’ll both be miles away from the ruins that were this ragtag team.

“I’m sorry (Y/n)...I thought we’d be safe with others. Now I know we’re better off on our own; where only we can trust each other.”

Your Kind Survivor has grown a lot and he’s learned not everyone’s worth both of your compassion. In fact, he’s made the executive decision to actively keep it and you all to himself.

By any means necessary.

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lilyacorn · 10 months

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Yandere delinquent x gn! Tutor reader x new! Yandere popular student

Yandere delinquent part 2!

(Since u guys liked part 1! With 30+ plus likes ty.)

What should i name yandere delinquent? Send the names in the comments :))

Possessive guy with puppy energy who gets jealous of another popular student you’re tutoring… >:( also new yandere character

Tw. Curse words. :))

Yandere delinquent- who was ecstatic when you told him to go to a local library for the session instead of his house! “…my first date! Heheh!”

Yandere delinquent- who dreamt multiple scenarios the night before the “date”

“…Then our hands bump against each other when they explain!” He kicked his feet in the air like a school girl while imagining those sweet lewd scenarios at the library… “hehehe! Soooo excited to see them again…”

Yandere delinquent- who wears a much nicer shirt than the last session at his house. “Hopefully they praise me… hehhe” with a goofy smile.

Yandere delinquent- who feels his heart dropping when he sees a popular student sitting beside you at the library- “who- …who’s that?”

Yandere delinquent- who feels like snapping the pen in his hand as he stares at the popular student rubbing their shoulder against yours as a way to “see the answer closer!” While deviously smirking at him. Stop going close to them you asshole

Yandere delinquent- who feels himself ready to stab the popular student when you smile at them when they get the answer right. why the fuck are they praising them… not me!

Yandere delinquent- who keeps asking questions to get your attention on him instead of that mf- “i don’t get this… help please?” With a pout to make you feel bad about not paying attention to him.

Yandere delinquent- who smirks at the popular student as you explain the question to him. I win you mf-

Yandere delinquent- who blushes when you flick his forehead to gain his attention on the questions! “…right sorry haha…” they’re so cute when theyre mad-

Yandere delinquent- who answers the math problems faster so that he could ask you questions about the next one. Fuck it i’ll answer randomly-

Yandere delinquent- who feels his heart fall to the ground when you laugh at the popular student’s joke. …they look good together with the saddest pout.

Yandere delinquent- who quickly says the corniest joke ever just so that you’d laugh at him instead “what do you call a pig that does karate? Pork-chop! Get it? Haha…” gosh that was the worst joke ever- why did you- UGHHHH

Yandere delinquent- who has a slight smile when you chuckle at his corny joke. At least they laughed… right?

Yandere delinquent- who doesn’t notice the time and its the end of the session. He offers to walk you home but the popular student asks at the same time “can i walk you home-“ “mind if i walk you home-“

Yandere delinquent- who stares deeply at the popular student who also stares deeply at him. Go away!

Yandere delinquent and the popular student both look at you.

Who will you choose?

An: btw the yandere popular student is out now!!

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idanceuntilidie · 1 month

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It’s really short so excuse that! Getting back to writing because I feel better mentally

“CAME AND WON’T LEAVE”

male online friend yandere x gn reader

tw: yandere themes, mentions of blood and getting rid of the bodies.

tags; @sinnful-darling

He breathed in the stench of blood, smiling proudly as the sound of a knife hitting the bone filled his apartment once again.

Ever since you were little your parents told you to be careful on the internet. It’s a dangerous place after all.

You had to admit they were right, but that didn’t stop you from spending almost half of your free time on it. Games, music, films and soon friends who probably stayed longer than those you made in high school. Even though lately you noticed many of them ignoring or blocking you out of nowhere.

It happens you figured, it was easier not to dwell much on it.

You open your eyes, it was the middle of the night you guessed, mostly because of the dark that swallowed your room whole.

Laying on your back you rub your eyes and grab the thing that disturbs your sleep.

The sound of a knife meeting the bone was the only thing that echoed in the room. Lorelai huffed as he tried his best to cut through the bone which was too stubborn for his liking. The lack of important tools finally started to show.

Then a sickening crack, a satisfied smile spreaded on his face slowly. Broken. Lorelai took a moment to admire his work. The thing that laid on the table was barely recognisable. Covered in a pretty red and metallic smell. The meat looked fresh, it surprised him a little. He expected it to be rotten, and maybe it is but he won’t waste his time. He opened the trash bag and threw the remaining pieces of meat, bone and hair.

The gloves were thrown into the sink, they needed to be washed and disposed of properly.

Humming he took out the phone, checking the new messages that might have appeared during his work. He expected it, but it still gave him butterflies.

“Sorry fell aslep I thinj i cried myself to slepp tonighr”

He giggled at your typos, you were tired, of course it was expected you had a long day and ooh poor little you. He felt his cheeks getting warmer, he wishes he could go to your house, help you, be there with you. Crawl under your skin to be as close to you as possible but he can’t, as much as he wants to he can’t. Not yet, the other issue is him covered in blood. You don’t even know he moved into YOUR city, you are still so blissfully unaware of him getting closer and closer. That’s too fast, he thinks as he fumbles with a rushed reply.

He needs to make sure you are ready, his gaze focuses on the bags scattered across the floor.

First part of the plan was almost finished, people who kept you far away from him and soon maybe soon he will come to you.

„Hey it’s okay, are you able to fall back asleep?”

„nkoo”

„We can talk if you want”

„yis”

And maybe you will accept him with open arms.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 29 days

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hiii!! still getting used to messaging bloggers, so i apologize if i seem rude 😭😭 im a lil shy…

just wanted to say i LOVE your writing and each of your yanderes! im literally obsessed each time you post and love each one of your OCs. 🥺🥺🫶 the amount of depth of details you put into them blows me away!! \(^ヮ^)/ you are one of my absolute fav blogs and for once a blogger that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable to contact ❤️❤️

i hope you don’t mind me asking for more content of the farm fics!! i would love to see more big daddy and mrs béne, or the koi quintuplets! maybe how they would be if reader fell in love with them or confessed to them? feel free to ignore or take your time; personal matters come first!! ♡

can i be 🍧 anon?

Even sweeter than honey

a/n: awww shucks.. you got me blushing up a storm 🍧😊 also I'm guessing you already know how horny I make my ocs, so this'll be no excuse 😭🌺

Tw: none I think, just pure fluff and horny idiots

tancho: he would want to belly flop with joy! When you finally say yes to his insistent need to mate with you, he'll nearly faint from all the blood pumping into his nerves. Expect lots of nosebleeds during the consummation

kiko: she's the more quiet one out of the five, giving you a happy smile and leading you a bit far away from the little dock. Where you can both mate peacefully with no surprise guests p.s. it doesn't work

hime: her little fin ears start wiggling with joy as she drags you into water, holding you and making you float along with her as she smothers you with her love. Making Happy clicking sounds, she splashes any of her siblings that get too close

Tsu: they clap their hands in joy and sit themselves up on the little dock next to you. Copying what they saw the other land dwellers do. Holding your hand, kissing your lips, and they may or may not do it Infront of their siblings. Giving the 4 a shit eating grin as they claim you

Koromo: who let this horny bastard out of the underwater cave. As soon as you agree he's dragging you into the water and into their cave. Already tugging off your clothes and ravaging your neck with kisses. Impatient to get you nice and full with his eggs

Mr's bené and big daddy: they're elated! Mr's bené Dragging you to the barn with big daddy close behind. If you're afab, she'll hold you close with your back pressing against her lactating tits, all while big daddy pounds into you. If you're amab, surely you can wait 3 more months until the baby is born? Meanwhile,you can get a head start with big daddy

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amvpk01 · 2 months

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PATHETIC YANDERE

unwanted obsession 3

when obsession goes beyond admiration, it turns into repulsion and the search for love becomes a path of rejection.

cw: non-con, obsession, rejection, violence, stalking, humiliation, kidnapping, manipulation, murder, mentions of torture

(sorry if it's bad, I lacked creativity and didn't even proofread this chapter, by the way, last of this Yandere)

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How would you describe trust? Perhaps a son who leans on his mother for comfort or best friends who are always there for each other.

However, the truth is there was no concrete definition.

Sometimes trust came in the form of keeping a secret, sleeping at the house of a friend who was just a stranger before, or even having food made for you in the knowledge that it wouldn't be poisoned.

Yet humans reimaned weak in the face of emotions and life was just a game that only the egoists survived.

Perhaps you were to blame for getting him obsessed with your touch.

Your blame for chatting him up at school.

Your blame for messing with his feelings.

Your blame for not blocking him when he texted you.

The regret was real and too painful to handle, but it wasn't possible to go back in time. You have to bear the consequences of your past actions and look for a way to undo them.

The process was slow and you were fully aware of it. The best thing you could do was start with small actions. By stopping pushing him away every time he came near, saying small 'thanks' or ceasing to speak insulting words.

After a month, you had to eat your pride. Whether it was crying for him to sleep with you saying you'd had a bad dream or begging for attention while you hugged him.

It was apparent that he enjoyed it and trusted that you were starting to fall in love with him in the same way he loved you.

But he was no fool, you were a liar, a manipulator and a deceiver. Yet he loved you in the same way.

Therefore, he needed to test you before granting you the tiniest bit of freedom. Like, for example, the first time he took the chain off your neck and then left you alone in the bedroom 'forgetting' to check the door. When in fact he was sat outside the room just waiting for you to attempt to run away. But you remained inside for hours, and not once did you turn the doorknob.

At one point he let you go into the kitchen as you wanted to eat your meal and when he saw your handiwork he was stunned. A few weeks ago he lied saying he was allergic to a certain food but you didn't add it to his food claiming you didn't want to see him get sick.

Perhaps he was already sick in love with you.

Your touch, your caress, and even your kisses left him wanting more. His hands squeezed your breasts and then traveled down to your private area.

"W-Wait! I don't think... I'm r-ready for this yet."

"You've been telling me this for the fifth time now. I'm starting to feel like you're just winding me up." He'd been impatient for a while, and you only teased him with kisses and, in the end, stopped him before he got too far.

He didn't give you time to breathe as he dragged you in for another kiss. No longer would your hands be able to hold him. All the rough kisses and forbidden touches started to disgust you and left you wanting to scream. Then he started to lay you down and suddenly you felt the volume pressing up against your clothed area.

You couldn't allow that to happen without a fight.

"Ow! Was that because I touched you?" Wiping his lip, his finger touched a bit of blood. However, he noticed the way you tried to drag yourself out of the sheets. You were so cute, believing you'd get away with it just by sneaking around like a little mouse.

"Aren't you going to apologize? Love? Are you ignoring me?"

"..."

"Please don't..."

"Don't you love me? Maybe... this was all just you faking it?"

"What... No, you're mistaken! I just don't wanna do it!"

"You think I didn't notice? You don't like me and have been trying to manipulate me the whole time!"

No, you couldn't let the plan fail like that. Not when it was almost over.

"I love you, Theo! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Please believe me!"

"Lies... It's all lies. Maybe I should teach you so you never repeat it."

He freaked out out of nowhere as if he were a wild animal. Tearing your clothes, scratching your skin, and leaving you desperate.

Your attempts to cover yourself were shown to be failures. Your body started to get colder by the second and then realized you had nothing else on. Unlike Theo who was now removing his pants, revealing his swollen member covered by his underwear.

And another time, you tried to run away again but this time you were stopped by a strong pull on your scalp.

"Where do you think you're going, sneaking out like that?"

"Ah! Stop it, you're hurting me!"

"Oh? I am? Good then." Then he plunged your face into the pillow, catching you off guard. Bringing his hips closer to yours, you felt the tip of his cock caressing your entrance. Your screams, pleas, and cries came out incomprehensible through the pillow.

"Uh? What did you say? Do you want me to put it inside? With pleasure my love."

Suddenly it was like being ripped in half, he didn't care that you were dry inside and just shoved it all in at once. At this point you were starting to feel short of breath, maybe it would be better to pass out so you wouldn't have to remember this moment. But it seemed like that wasn't what Theo wanted. He pulled your body closer to his, everything was disgusting to you. His body heat, his possessive touch, and even his groans at being inside you.

"Oh~ So good. My love, can I move?"

"No- Ahh!"

"So warm..."

"No! No! No!! It hurts! It hurts so much! Please stop! Stop it!"

At first, he didn't move, letting you get used to his size. But you were mumbling for a considerable time, so he thought why not give you some pleasure? His hands went against your clitoris, giving small caresses.

He certainly found you adorable by the way you gasped in pain from his cock or refused to let him touch your pussy. It wasn't enough to stop him. And when you came on his dick after he played with your clitoris for minutes straight, he almost passed out with happiness.

Now that you weren't dry inside, he no longer saw any excuse not to fuck you. He turned you to face him with you covering your face from his while he penetrated you. At first, it was weak and slow, it was easy to suppress your moans but as time passed it became rough and fast.

Still, he wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt. Did he think that a few kisses on the neck and face would solve everything? Nothing improved about the situation.

Most of the time you screamed, scratched his face, and then tried to crawl out of bed. All these attempts resulted in slaps or attempted suffocation.

Just attempts because he would never kill you.

It disgusted you as you felt his warm cum inside you. You could only think of taking the morning-after pill to avoid having a child, a baby that looked like him. All you wanted to do was close your eyes to forget everything, except you noticed his cock was still inside, giving you that uncomfortable feeling in your cervix. Panic was in your eyes as he began to thrust into you again. The smug smile on his face told you that it wasn't going to end any time soon, not when you'd kept him waiting for this moment for so long.

You can't remember when you slept. Even if your memories were messed up, your body would remember what happened. Though there was no stickiness between your legs, you could feel an immense pain from the waist down.

Trying to get out of bed felt like your whole body was under intense pressure, standing up and walking was difficult, but you managed to get in front of a mirror. So there you are, with your body full of bite marks, hickeys, and swollen eyes from all the crying you did last night.

Initially, you believed that he was just emotionally dependent and that you could play with his feelings as long as you didn't leave. However, in the end, he is just a disgusting monster who only takes what he wants in the end.

He didn't deserve to live.

You were going to kill him.

No, you needed to kill him.

The entire day you didn't say a word, nor did you dare get out of bed, hiding under the covers. It didn't matter if he called you, you wouldn't answer.

He didn't miss your bad mood. Theo thought he could cheer you up by treating you like a princess all day. After all, you'd given him immense pleasure last night, and for sure you were tired, so it would only be right to compensate you.

Kisses, affection, your favorite food and even all the attention in the world. At no point did he leave your side, even if you moved away or cried. All you said afterwards was "Leave me alone", which he didn't care about.

Perhaps at some point you freaked out and started throwing all kinds of objects at him to drive him away or break anything you saw in front of you.

"DON'T COME CLOSE TO ME!"

" Love, why don't you control yourself and give me that thing? You'll end up hurting yourself this way." He pointed at the sharp object in your hand, a few seconds earlier you had thrown a vase on the floor and ended up picking up the sharpest piece.

With each passing second, he approached you with a calm countenance, his hands outstretched for you to hand it to him. Glancing down at your palms, you noticed a burning sensation along with a thin line of blood. Then an idea flashed across your mind as you moved your hands closer to your neck.

"If you come any closer... I'll kill myself right here."

"Haha... How funny. Now quit joking and hand it to me."

"Do you really think I don't have the guts?"

"You wouldn't dare." His fear was palpable, you were someone unpredictable and therefore didn't know if you had the courage or not.

As soon as he saw the blade moving, his body acted on its own. His arm being cut off instead of your neck, preventing the blade from coming into contact with you.

He started to contain you by restraining your wrist in the hope that you would drop that sinful item, instead you fought back by kicking him right in the balls. Noticing that he'd dropped to his knees in pain, you didn't missed your chance and shoved the thing into his neck.

For the next few seconds, everything was a blur, Theo choking on his own blood as he tried to come to near you, as if the sight of you would make him less afraid of dying.

The gray carpet, red. Blood staining your feet along with the sounds incomprehensible and mumbling in the background. Neither the sound of your heart nor the cold pressure of the room consoled you at any time.

Yet you couldn't remain paralyzed at that moment, you needed to take action.

"Haha... How funny. Now quit joking and hand it to me."

"Do you really think I don't have the guts?"

"You wouldn't dare." His fear was palpable, you were someone unpredictable and therefore didn't know if you had the courage or not.

As soon as he saw the blade moving, his body acted on its own. His arm being cut off instead of your neck, preventing the blade from coming into contact with you.

For the next few seconds, everything was a blur, Theo choking on his own blood as he tried to come to near you, as if the sight of you would make him less afraid of dying. The gray carpet, red. Blood staining your feet along with the sounds incomprehensible and mumbling in the background. Neither the sound of your heart nor the cold pressure of the room consoled you at any time. Yet you couldn't remain paralyzed at that moment, you needed to do something.

One year has passed since his death. Everything seemed unreal and you often found yourself recalling that it had happened.

Fortunately, you weren't in your fertile period when having sex with him, so it turned out that you didn't get pregnant. One less problem.

Many people say that when a traumatic event occurs, the adrenaline and despair leave your mind cloudy and foggy, not letting you think about anything. But your action after killing someone had proved otherwise.

Your case ended up becoming famous on social media, mainly because of a phone call made by you. A phone call after you killed your kidnapper.

"Hello? This might be odd to say .... but I ended up killing someone... My kidnapper, Theo whatever his last name was.... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm [Name] [LastName]!"

You'd swear that 85% of your time was wasted watching edits of fictional characters with your audio, it was hilarious to see.

But even though it was possible to see your calmness at the time, your parents urged you to go to therapy, at first you tried but the mere fact that you kept returning to the same topic made you stop.

Taking that help would mean that Theo had impacted your life in a good or bad way and you'd rather die than admit that. In fact, it's him who's dead and not you, just thinking about it makes you laugh. At the end of the story, he'd lost and you were still alive, making a life for yourself.

Currently you were studying at the university of your dreams after passing a difficult exam. You had a big group of friends who all had the same acid humor. Also got a new pet, a super affectionate kitten called Merry. The first time you saw it, you almost died of cuteness.

Perhaps in the end you'll always have a good life while he rots in the ground.

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a-dark-abyss · 2 months

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Shiver

Yandere OC x male reader

Warnings: Yandere stuff, a tiny bit of blood, nothing really that bad yet

A/N: this is DEFINITELY not named after Shiver by Coldplay (not proofread yet)

Word count: 2.1k

It’s summer and the weather has finally cleared up. You finish zipping up your suitcase and hurrying outside. “(Name)! Hurry up or we’re leaving without ya!” Your friend Maddie calls. You roll your eyes, she was the most impatient girl ever. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, you leave the house. One of your other friends, Olivia, helps you put both things into the trunk of the van. “Hurry up everybody!” Maddie calls, getting into the driver's seat. You hop up into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. You look over at Maddie before glancing into the backseats. In the middle seats sat Liv and her boyfriend, Tommy. In the backseats sat Cassie, her boyfriend Andrew, and his friend Parker. You look back at Maddie and whisper to her, “Why’d you have to invite Cassie? All she’s gonna do is fuck Andrew.” You look back and see Parker eyeing you. Your eyes meet Maddies once more. “And Parker is still into me.” You say, hushed. Maddie rolls her eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder as she starts backing out of the driveway. “Stop being a downer and just have fun. All you do is worry, let loose for once.” She says. “Alright, our first stop is gonna be a gas station in Colorado.” Olivia says, holding a map in her hands. As the car begins driving out of town, you close your eyes, using your jacket as a blanket.

Someone is shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Olivia in a daze. She smiles and shakes you once more. “Wake up, (Name). We’re at the gas station.” Olivia says, voice soft. You groan a bit and curl up in your seat. Liv sighs and pets your head. “Do you want me to get anything for you?” She asks. You nod sleepily, mumbling what you wanted for snacks and drinks. She nods and heads inside the gas station with everyone else.

Hours later and you all arrive at your first campsite. The night was long but fun. The next morning Maddie wakes up at dawn and yells around the camp for everyone to wake up and pack up the tents. Once everyones packed up you all get back on the road.

“Wow…I never knew Wyomming actually had a forest.” Cassie says, watching as the trees pass by. Olivia laughs with Tommy, cuddling up with each other. “There's woods EVERYWHERE dumbass.” Andrew says. “Hey, we’re reaching a gravel road, can someone else drive?” Maddie asks, pulling the van over. “Yeah.” Tommy says, already sliding the door open and hopping out. Olivia does the same and you and Maddie get out of the front seats. After you all get situated, Tommy begins driving.

“These woods are giving me the creeps…” Cassie says while playing on her phone. She groans. “There's no service out here either. Olivia, tell Tommy to get us out of this hillbilly area!” Tommy rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Cassie. Can’t you go five seconds without your phone?” Cassie scoffs at Tommy and keeps trying to get cell service. Suddenly the van runs over something. Everyone jumps and looks at each other, confused. Tommy stops the van and quickly gets out. You look at Maddie, a scared look on her face. She looks out the window and back at you. “It’s probably just a squirrel or something.” You tell her reassuringly. Tommy opens the drivers door. “Y’all might wanna see this.” He sighs. You, Olivia, and Parker all climb out of the vehicle. “What happened?” Parker asks, crossing his arms. “Well uh…” Tommy trails off, pointing at the back left tire. The tired had barbed wire stuck to it. “Holy crap…” You whisper. “Well…what do we do?” Olivia asks. Tommy looks around, scratching his head. “Uhm…maybe two of you can go and try to find a gas station or something. I mean if we keep walking in the direction we were going, we’re bound to find a shop or another person that can get us help.” He explains. You nod and grab your jacket. “I’ll go look. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” You say. Parker immediately grabs his jacket too. “I’ll come with.” He states and before you can say anything, Tommy smiles and thanks you both. He gives you both a few water bottles and some snacks. “Be safe.” He smiles. You and Parker begin walking.

It’s probably at least been an hour since the two of you started walking. It was all still woods and hot out. Parker stops walking and squints his eyes. You look at him, confused, before following his gaze. “I think it’s a gas station or somethin’...” Parker mutters, rubbing his eyes. “Well let’s go to it.” You reply, starting to walk once more. Parker grabs your hand, holding you in place. “Somethin’ don’t feel right…” He says again. You sigh. Sure you were a paranoid guy, but Parker was a whole different level of paranoid. “It’ll be fine. You’ve been watching those creepy videos all day.” You assure him, pulling his arm.

Soon you reach the building. It was a small auto or body shop. The garage door was open and the store door was propped open with a rock, an open sign hung on the doorknob. You can hear loud rock music playing from inside. You both walk up to the garage door. “Uh, hello?” You call out. There's no answer. “I told you this ain’t right…” Parker mumbles, crossing his arms. “Let's just go.” Parker says, upset. When you turn around you’re met face to face with a man. You let out a scream and Parker backs up. The man just smirks, taking a drag of a cigarette. “Sorry for scaring ya, pretty boy.” He then looks at Parker, still smirking but you swear that for a second, a look of anger is in his eyes. You quickly step between the two. “Sorry for bothering you, sir. You see, me and my friends are on a road trip but we ran over barbed wire and so we now need a new tire. Do you think we could buy one?” You ask calmly. The man's eyes light up again. “Well of course, cutie. I’ll get you and your friend what y’all need.” You smile. “Thank you, so much. Really, you’re a lifesaver. The man chuckles and shakes his head. “I ain’t that at all.” He says, turning and walking into the shop. You’re about to follow him, but Parker stops you. “I’ll buy the tire…just stay out here.” You nod and watch as he follows the man.

It’s been a few minutes and you’ve already gotten restless. You look at the mountains in the distance, they looked more than beautiful. Looking around, you spot a trailer home a bit more in the woods, only a small ways away from the shop. You can see a mini log cabin dog house in the yard by the steps and walk over. You crouch and look inside the dog house, seeing if you could find the pup. All that sits in there is a bone and a tennis ball. You smile and grab the ball before standing up and looking around. “Here puppy! Come here!” You call out, holding out the ball, hoping the dog is nearby. You let out a whistle, “Come here puppy!” You were about to give up on looking when something bumped into you. You practically jumped and immediately looked around before seeing a saint Bernard sniffing your shoes. You grin and crouch down, holding out your hand. The dog sniffs it before giving a small chuff.

“Here boy, you wanna play?” You ask, holding up the ball. The dog tilts his head and wags his tail. You throw the ball across the yard and watch as the huge dog bounds after it, letting out a bark. Suddenly, a hand claps onto your shoulder. You let out a scream and turn around and meet eyes with Parker. “(Name), what the hell are you doing?” He hisses out. You shrug and point at the dog. “Playing.” Parker just looks at you with an unamused face. “Playing?” He asks, scowling at you. “Leave the thing, it probably has fleas or some weird disease.” Parker grunts, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to the auto shop. “Parker, what the hell?!” You argue. Parker spins around and places both hands on your shoulders. “Listen,” he begins, voice hushed, “This guy is a weirdo, okay? He’s charging a hundred fifty for a new tire and my cell doesn’t work out here and I’m guessing yours doesn’t either.” He looks over his shoulder and looks back at you. “He has a phone in the shop. You call Olivia and see if she or anybody else can get out here, okay? I’m gonna try and a lower price on the tire.” You sigh, “Parker, stop acting like this guy is some killer. It’s irrational.” You state, crossing your arms. Parker rolls his eyes and walks back into the shop.

“Hey man, can we use your phone?” Parker asks. The mechanic grins and shakes his head. “Phones broken. But the one in my house works, I’ll take ya to it.” He says, wiping oil off of his pants. As he takes you to the house, you stop by the dog house, looking for the Saint Bernard again. “Ya lookin’ for Bo?” The mechanic chuckled. You nod. “Why don’t you find Bo and I’ll help your friend with the phone, yeah?” He says, going up the trailer home’s front stairs. “Are you sure? I mean, I should probably go with you, Parker.” Parker shakes his head, “I’ll be fine.” You give another nod. “Uh, by the way, what’s your name?” Parkers asks the mechanic. The man smiles. “Rusty, Rusty Smith.” He says, holding out his hand to Parker. The two shake hands and you watch as they disappear into the home.

You begin towards the treeline, calling for Bo. You spot the dog and he barks at you before running into the woods. “Wait!” You shout, running after the dog. You run through the woods, leaves and bushes occasionally scraping your arms and legs. Bo keeps stopping and letting you get close before bounding off again. You groan, beginning to get out of breath, but you still follow the dog.

The sun is setting now and you finally catch up to Bo. You smile and bend down to give him pets. Bo licks your face and gives a small bark. You stand up and look around, realizing that you don’t know which way you had come from. You look at the setting sun and begin to grow anxious. You’re in the middle of the woods, alone, and with no sense of direction. A small breeze causes you to shiver, your tank top and shorts not doing much to keep you warm. “Shit…” You mutter to yourself. You look down at Bo, maybe he would know the way back? Bo begins walking and you follow him. After a few minutes the beam of a flashlight cuts through the night. You shield your eyes and Bo lets out a bark before bounding to whoever was holding the flashlight. You timidly walk over to the figure before it speaks. “There ya are pretty boy.” Rusty chuckles out, moving the beam of the flashlight. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought I was gonna be lost out here forever!” You say, not noticing the now dried blood on Rusty’s forearms. Rusty chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing Bo was with ya. Let’s get ya back to safety.” He says before beginning to walk.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made it back to Rustys shop. It was probably 10 pm by now and you let out a stifled yawn. “Ya tired?” Rusty asks. You nod. “Well you can sleep in my bed and I’ll stay on the couch, yeah?” He states, opening the home's door. “What about Parker?” You question, looking around for any signs of him. “Oh, he left after you went off to find Bo. He said you probably went back so he left too.” Rusty explains, but you swear you see this sinister look in his eyes. “But…Parker wouldn’t do that…” You respond, beginning to get upset at the fact that Parker had just up and left. Rusty sighs and pats your shoulder. “Told him to just wait. C’mon, let’s get ya some dinner and some rest and then I’ll take ya to your friends tomorrow morning.” You smile at his words and follow him inside.

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yxami · 6 months

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happy nut or not november day 5

desc: yandere shy friend x gn reader, some nsfw, mentions of stalking, obsession stealing your clothes, general yandere stuff, etc, short cuz I’m trying not to fall behind

Yandere friend that comes over almost everyday to take a nap in your bed. Whether you’re doing homework or playing games, he drowsily watches in the comfort of your sheets, hugging the pillow that fits him best.

It’s practically a routine, everyday after-school the two of you walk to your house, eat something and then head to your bedroom. You usually made him help you with some assignments or just copied off his work but other than he’d just sunbathe on your bed.

You had to fight for your own spot on your bed if he’s wasted from school and wants to take up the entire bed. There’s some days where he just wraps his arms around you and snuggles with you, no matter how many times you complain about how you have to finish playing your game.

The friend that lounges around in your room like a cat is the same one who’s lovesick like a puppy. He’s too shy to even utter words that might sound like he’s into you. He’ll actively avoid saying anything that might reveal how captivated he is with you as well.

He’s not afraid to show affection though, whether it’s him cuddling you or insisting to lean against you as you do work, he’ll enjoy every moment, but ironically he would never try to express his feelings with words.

And he’s not shy in every situation, no, if there’s an opportunity for him to grab something that will remind him of you when he’s not with you then he’ll snatch it quicker than when he noticed it.

A few missing underwear and items later and you’ll pick up on the habit but never mention it. Maybe it’s just your dog? Or you’re just becoming more forgetful these days. Surely your friend wouldn’t do anything like that?

The amount of times he’s laid restless before pulling out a pair of your missing underwear from his bedside is too much to keep track of anymore.

He’d always pick out the one that smells the most like you before holding it as he pumps his cock up and with it, using another to press against his face as he fully immerses himself with you only you.

He’ll moan your name over and over until he’s a whimpering mess with shaky hands on your stolen panties, continuing to overstimulate himself as he goes for another round, he has to train himself to handle you after all.

Yandere friend who hesitates not to punch your classmate that insists on talking with you 24/7, what’s so interesting about that guy? And why do you keep letting him talk to you?

It takes all his willpower not to pick a fight with every guy that walks up to you, but he’ll behave, only because he knows you’d be upset with him if he didn’t.

Yandere friend that will stick by your side until you decide to confess one day, following you around like the puppy he is.

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2smolbeans · 2 months

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♡ Electric Collar Yandere Thought ♡

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune

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Imagine being held against your will in your stalker's house, unable to leave. Not because of the locks, not because of their status, power, and wealth - but because of the electrical collar that is snug around your neck. You can't get it off no matter how hard you try to tug it off. You can't even dismantle it because of how smooth and hard the material is. Not only can you not remove it, but everytime you step near any of the doors that keep you away from your freedom, the collar let's off a warning beep- letting you and your obessessor know that your going a bit too close to that specific door...

At first, you thought nothing of it, but then you learned the hard way when you got rid of the locks of the door and ran out. A few clicks and beeps after that, and next thing you knew, you were crying out in pain as you gripped the collar, clawing at it.

So truly, your stuck.

The worst part is.. They hold the button to control that stupid collar. And boy, do they abuse that power. They want you on their lap? Well, you have 10 seconds to rush over before they press the button. You're showing attitude just when they come back home from work? I think you need a little reminder who provides for you. Your being disobedient? Huh, I guess that's your issue! Nothing a few volts can't fix. They're feeling a bit bored? They wonder how many levels you can endure before you're begging at their feet...

You call this torture. They call it therapy!

Because of the collar, your chances of escaping and denying their eternal love are slim to none! So better get used to it! Not like there's any choice anyway. I mean, unless you can convince them to take it off! But I mean, how much of your dignity are you willing to sacrifice..?

Note: Was experimenting on aesthetics, so I'm glad how it turned out!

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silky-nereid · 16 days

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☘ love like a broken pot || DARK CONTENT

yandere! crime lord x second hand in charge! reader/you

tw : minor & major injuries, manipulation, degradation of self-worth, intimidation and implied murder.

Yandere! Crime Lord who found you when you were nothing; a mere husk covered in scars from a previous crime lord that had been too rough with you and he took it as a challenge to rebuild you; a better you.

Yandere! Crime lord who is not well-liked in the underworld because he’s known for taking disposable men that were traitors or new people that had either defied death under his wings because the other families would’ve killed them already.

Yandere! Crime lord who isn’t afraid of causing harm to you or to others that are teetering on the edge of betrayal because he’ll purposely step on past wounds of the crew for his benefit.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, wearing plastic gloves stained with various mixtures of colors on the once white tank top. Your stained hands applied the tin foil strips to the newly dyed pieces of hair.

“You’re my favorite,” he said. “You know this, don’t you? You can talk, I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“I.. I know.” Your hands finished folding the last piece of tinfoil on his hair. “But what happened to Ja—“

“He betrayed me, he betrayed us,” he explained. “After that stunt he decided to take a swim. Don’t even mention those who betrayed us.”

Yandere! Crime lord who often dyes his hair strange colors and never lets you choose the colors because he has a dartboard to help him choose his dyes but you often have to go and buy the dyes for him.

Yandere! Crime lord who often patches your wounds that you got from missions that he sends you on and enjoys it when you bring back trophies for him to show that you complete the mission.

Yandere! Crime lord who likes it more when you bring him simple trophies from the mission like a bloodied golden tooth, a switchblade that he eyed; the way it twirled in the hands of the person that didn’t deserve it, golden cufflinks that he could wear or rings that he could add to his fishbowl that he has; enjoys the weddings rings because they are pairs.

He finished washing his hands, seeing you closing the trunk. Blood remained on your cheek, turning to him. His hand pulled you by the collar of your shirt, eyes stared into your very being; he could break you if he wanted too.

“You’re getting sloppy,” he threatened. “Too sloppy to be exact, next I’ll have the cops at my door because of your sloppiness. Do I need to get Marcus to do your job?“

“I’m not getting sloppy,” you confessed. “Just have too much on my plate.”

He let go of your collar, eyeing you up and down and a simple smile carved on his lips.

Yandere! Crime lord who purposely little by little stops giving you the attention that you as you were slowly getting replaced by someone better than you but still keeps an eye on you somehow; has your schedule written somewhere.

Yandere! Crime lord who enjoys seeing you wallow in your misery and how you’re discarded ever so quickly by other caporegrimes because you were chipping away at your own patience.

Yandere! Crime lord who fails to notice the planted bugs inside of his gentleman’s lounge because he’s too busy answering the phone in the miniature barber shop.

Your eyes looked at the ruins of the gentlemen's club and the hands that caused it. You didn’t mean it, didn’t you? You turned around seeing his long shadow on the floor, covering your hunched form and flipping the golden lighter open and close; eyes that threatened to burn your skin.

“I didn’t give you an order to cause this.” He gestured to the blood trail that was smeared into the miniature barbershop. “Clean this up.”

He went from behind the bar, disappearing for a moment and pulling a first aid kit. He walked towards you, handing you the first aid and his hand caressed your lower cheek and neck. Your eyes watered, hands trembling desperately clutching his sleeves and staining the sleeves with someone’s blood; it hurts…

“Why did you betray me?” He asked.

He twisted the blade further causing a gasp escaping your lips.

“Just to think I was going to let you finally go to a normal life,” he berated. “But you couldn’t keep your lips shut, singing like a canary to the police.”

He pushed you away, watching you stumble around. He sat down next to your hunched wounded form, blood formed a small puddle around you and his hand tightly gripped your chin and turned it to face him.

“You must not be feeling the pain.” He pressed on one of the many open wounds. “There you go.”

Your blurred eyes watched them pull him away, the ringing in your ears continued. Unfamiliar warm hands that pulled you up onto emergency gurney and looking up at the dusk sky; seeing the colors fade into each other. You looked over to him while he was seemingly being handcuffed, placed into the cop car but he never broke eye contact.

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 months

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Not Over Boundaries

A little thing that I wrote rather self-indulgent

Yandere male x rather touch starved gn reader

warnings: yandere has longer hair, mentions of killing others, overall just rather fluffy

Finally, finally he's able to relax with just you and no worries about you having to be with anyone or go anywhere. you're both laying on the couch and he's laying on top of you for the first time, his head pressed as far on your chest as he can get it. He doesn't care if he's barely able to breathe. Just shows him more that he's finally got what he's wanted for so long. You.

His arms are wrapped around you comfortably tight to the both of you. His face is almost uncomfortable how it's pressed so far onto your chest, yet you don't mind. The guaranteed contact warms the inside of your chest and the fluttering in your stomach just won't leave. This type of contact you've either never gotten or had to have been extremely young and not remember it.

Looking down shows his hair draping over his back, giving you the urge to run your hands through it. Your hand follows the impulsive thought and you almost make contact onto his head before you manage to stop yourself.

Would... would it be going too far over boundaries if you did that? "Could I ask something?"

"Mhm?" You have his attention. You always do.

"Would it uh, be too far if I ran my hand through your hair?"

He freezes, trying to register such a ridiculous question.

He would look at you dumbfounded if he could. He's the one lying on top of you, his face in your chest, and you?

You're really asking if you're going to far with just combing your hands through his hair? For the sake of his sanity, please do!

He didn't kill those pests for no reason. Throw that one person off the bridge or that other off the roof, or even that stupid one that dared try to kidnap you for something he'd rather not think about for. He made sure their death was especially painful. He wants you. Everything of you.

He moves his face to the crevice of your your neck instead, taking a deep breath in to burn your smell even further into his brain. He then lifts his chin to rest on it. He knows you way too well already to know what to say, and what not to say. So although he wants to admonish you for ever having such a worry , he'll stick to what makes you happiest instead.

"Not at all. I'd love it if you would. Now and whenever you want. Even if we're in public, don't be afraid to do so. Just shows more you're mine, and I'm forever fully devoted to being yours."

You don't fully understand the strength and meaning behind his words now, and might not ever, but he's fine with that. As long as you know the very surface of it and will always be with him. He also may not or may have played into your obsession of hair by finding the best hair products to make his softer just for you.

You run your hands through his hair, surprised how incredibly soft it is.

Your touch feels so nice in his hair he wishes he could permanently keep it there. You'll have to stop eventually, but he really does hope you do it often. Especially in public. If anyone is grossed out or whatever else he doesn't care about with them, that's their problem.

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compact-turtle · 1 month

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When we are talking big age gap how old are talking about with our farm boi ? Also what would he do if reader don't see him that way because his age would he change his style or the way he carry himself to appear younger?

I imagine Atticus to be around late twenties to mid thirties.

-He would be really insecure about the fact that reader sees him as someone older. Honestly, his speech pattern and clothing doesn't help. Atticus doesn't have time for trends, so he seems older to darling.

-He'd def mop around for a bit when he realizes that reader thinks he's old. However, he'd quickly realize that being sad isn't going to solve his problems for him.

-He would try to change but ultimately would end in failure since he has no idea where to start. He has no frame of reference for what's "in" for the current time. His idea of current trendy would be whatever the youths are wearing in town (Which is probably nowhere close to what you'd consider trendy or current)

He'd be the equivalent of "What's up my youngster youths? What's hip with you guys?"

-The closest thing that would happen is that he'd probably start grooming himself better. I imagine that Atticus probably wears a hat most of the time to cover up his ugly hair cut around you. (Makes you wonder if he's bald or not sometimes). He'd probably fix his ugly ass haircut and shave more to appear younger.

-Eventually, he'd have to just realize that he can't fix reader's perception of being seen as old. Instead, he'd show that he could be the best potential husband because he can cook, clean and do so many household chores. He's kinder, wouldn't let you work yourself to the bone, as well as possessive and obsessive would adore you so much more than anyone else.

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ashersanity · 4 months

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i would let asher cum in my food as much as he wants js

content warning! cannibalism, blood, lots of cum ingestion, coercion, pretty much non-con/dub-con, asher being a freak

Funny you say that since you’re just enabling this poor degenerate’s mind that it’s completely funny to continue on with his shitty, horny antic. Man is going to be feeding you his cum for breakfast, lunch and dinner even fucking goddamn dessert because that’s just what his pretty darling deserves, hm?

Has this weird fetishy marking kink where he needs to be one with you and by god, does it not just extend to cum and shit. Sure, he likes to see the way your warm mouth wraps around his cock, gently suckling on the tip of the head before pushing the entire length right in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Loves the tiny muffled whine he gets out of you whenever tears to start to prick at the corner of your eyes, muttering out a quick warning that you can’t take it anymore, needing to cum. Eagerly fills you up with his seed wherever you’d like and wherever he pleases. Mouth, ass, cunt if you have one. Either way, he wants to leave all your holes puffy and sore, but still aching for his cock nonetheless.

Beyond that, he’d probably go so far as to make you consume a piece of himself, maybe the slightest skin ripped off of his own body. Choose whichever part, it doesn’t matter, he’s making it happen and he’s feeding you it. Prong tips of the fork insistently nudging at your lips, prying them apart for you to taste him whole. That’s right, sweet thing that you are. Surely, you don’t wanna disappoint mild mannered Asher, huh? Unless you’re ready for what comes next which is just a fat cock shoved down your throat.

Same goes for vampire! asher which I just made the fuck up on a whim. Dutifully sucking away on your neck, collarbone, wrist, etc. Wherever he can reach, it is his to own, to sink his pearly white fangs into, taint it with your own blood. Lovingly laps away at the mess he’s made on your skin, making sure to leave those two puckered holes etched into your flesh. It just feels right, tracing his finger over it before pressing a kiss to it.

You’re Asher’s and no one else’s.

As thing are meant to be.

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