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yxami · 11 months

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Yandere streamer? some nsfw at the end bc hehe

description: yandere streamer x gn reader, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, jealousy, nsfw, masturbation, mentions of daily stalking, yandere stuff like usual

Yandere streamer that sees you in his chat every week like clock work. You loved how positive and carefree he was when he played games. He didn’t care whether he lost or not, he was just playing for fun.

You confidently called yourself his biggest fan, and sometimes he even replied to your comments. You never donated or anything, so you expected him to forget about your existence since he had so many fans.

But you were wrong, he knew who you were. He knew how you would be the first to watch every one of his streams, even with the messages flooding in he always looked for yours. He thought you were a regular fan, one that would stay in the confinement of his stream and his only.

Until he started stalking your page wondering why you weren’t the first to join like always. Once he saw you were viewing another popular streamer he was so mad he ended his stream. He was annoyed that he had to come up for a reason on why he ended it.

Right after, he joined on an unknown alt of his into the stream you were watching. He saw your comments that you quickly typed in, the ones that cheered on someone else. It made him so jealous he decided to do something about it.

Sure you were just a regular fan, but you’re supposed to only watch him! He didn’t make content just for his regular viewers to go view someone else’s. Especially someone like them! They didn’t even seem interesting yet you were commenting just like you would in his stream.

He thought it was a one time thing, a little slip up, until he saw you watching their stream more and more! He was so jealous and angry, you weren’t even worth getting worked up about!

He decided to learn more about you so he could cool off, he needed to since his brain worried about some stupid stranger on the internet. He shouldn’t act like this over one silly viewer.

His programming classes and interest in computers made it easier for him to learn how to hack a few months ago, he never thought he’d actually put the knowledge to use. Hacking into your computer and seeing from your camera was rather easy once he refreshed his brain.

He was a little nervous to see you, he knew that he planned to find more about you but his anxious feelings still continued. His stomach felt queasy when he clicked the final button that would pop up the view from your camera.

He at first avoided looking, quickly shutting his eyes before he could see. Once he felt like he was ready he looked at his screen. He saw your focused expression, your big eyes scanning your screen. It almost looked like you were looking at him!

He absorbed your beautiful look until you smiled.. It caused him to immediately shut off his computer. He was too embarrassed and nervous to watch another second of you.

He thought he would feel better after seeing what you looked like but it only seemed to strengthen the endless curiosity that wanted to see more of you. His mind kept replaying that moment, how you smiled and the way your adorable eyes watched the screen.

He knew you were probably watching a stupid video, maybe even that persons stream but he was too distracted with your face to pay attention to that.

He fussed around in his comfortable bed, unable to fall asleep, only able to think about you.

Because of this short little clip of you, he looked into your camera more frequently. He knew he shouldn’t have continued, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop.

He wondered what to do with your little obsession with the streamer. You weren’t the first viewer to his streams anymore, and it saddened him. He ended up with the great idea to play more games you liked, sometimes even ones that nobody really knew about that you liked.

It caused you to hyper fixate on him, happily watching his streams on your computer, even more now that he was using his secret tactic.

His daily visits to your camera eventually rewarded him with a jaw dropping view. One that he would never expect to see.

You were on your back, pushing two fingers into your wet hole, muffled moans being pressed into the pillow you bit on, it was obvious you were trying to be quiet. You must’ve wanted him to see, you must’ve! You were right in the middle of your bed and your computer showed a complete view of you.

He watched you for a few more moments, before he could feel a bulge form in his pants, he was already hard and a minute didn’t even pass. It wouldn’t be so bad if he watched for a little longer, right?

He watched you squirm at your own touch, your face was red, with a vibrator pressing against a sensitive spot.

He practically drooled over the view as he took his cock out, whimpering once he saw your face more than before. Your cute pants and lustful expression sent strange feelings in his stomach.

He pumped his cock up and down, trying to match your fingers speed. He felt a little overwhelmed after starting so fast but he couldn’t stop. Especially with your mewls gaining in volume.

He bit his lip, keeping in as much grunts as he could before ultimately succumbing to his sexual pleasure. He had a tight grip on his cock, trying to imagine that it was your hole surrounding it.

You gasped for air as you pushed another finger in, trying to satisfy your greedy hole. You used your other hand to press the vibrator closer to your opening, teasing your body even more.

You were brimming with sensitivity, but you ignored all signs of it as much as you could. You mumbled small curses, feeling a little embarrassed that you were so desperately chasing your high.

God, he couldn’t believe he was already close to cumming, this view was too good not to! He never felt such a rush from watching someone please themselves. This was different though, it was you, it was his biggest fan.

His biggest fan that was granting him this heavenly view. His moans were almost matching yours as dirty thoughts ran through his head.

He jerked his cock much faster than before, perfectly matching your pace, watching your every move as you shoved your fingers deeper inside you. He panted and whimpered, closing his eyes and focusing on the image of you riding his cock.

He moaned for one final time as he came at the same time as you, you were breathless as your cum shot out of you. He opened his eyes to see his fluids covering his screen, he shot his cum all over the live video of you.

It was plentiful and extremely sticky. You must’ve really gotten a rise out of him if he managed to cum on his keyboard too.

He groaned knowing it would be annoying to clean his computer and keyboard. He clicked off from viewing you. Well, after he watched you for a few more minutes.

He got up and shut off his computer, getting ready to clean everything. He was still wondering why he was doing all of his while he scrubbed his keyboard down. You were supposed to be his viewer after-all, not him.

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fearyandear · 11 months

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'Keeping Machi' - An Old Yandere Story About The Girl You Saved Wanting to Be Your Wife (TW: Abuse Mention)

Old concept art! So far, this is all I have to show, visually, for the story ^^" I haven't gotten around to revamping Machi's design or drawing the actual scenes/things that I want, but one day, maybe I will. As of now, I just want to eject this story's summary into the atmosphere. I love Machi and her domestic adventures with Y/N pop into my brain every once in a while but I don't know how the story would be received 👉👈

Oh well. The story summary is under the cut! Please regard my trigger warning for mention of abuse!

The son of someone important in a criminal organization had an infatuation with his 'best friend' victim, Machi, who's trans. The older they got, the more controlling he became, until he had Machi pretty much locked up in an apartment room for whenever he wanted to visit. She was there for a year, biding her time until there was finally a chance to run away. Naked, bruised but determined, she ran to the parking complex and pleaded for help to the first and only car she could see with someone inside.

Y/N had finalized the papers to move out of the apartment complex, they'd already moved into another town a long drive away and was just visiting one last time to say goodbye to people. Seeing Machi appear out of nowhere startles them, but they comply with opening the doors, letting them in and pretty much flooring it into the dark streets. Y/N is terrified, but any mention of the police has Machi begging not to turn her in, please. Y/N is stumped and suggests stopping somewhere to talk but Machi insists they just keep driving. To take her any other town but here, far away.

Y/N can feel they've just gotten involved in something, but they figure they're already this deep and the girl could really use some help. If she's that scared of the authorities… maybe it's for a reason. They keep driving as Y/N had planned anyways, eventually, they have to stop and Y/N gives Machi clothes, then they make it to Y/N's new town. Neither of them know what to do next, Machi is still in shock. Y/N decides to let her stay with them for now, and slowly, slooowly over months, the two get to know each other. Machi gets to feel comfortable for the first time. She's free.

I wouldn't really focus on the abuse stuff, but I feel it's important to address it first because what I wanted with the story is something slice-of-life-y that'd show Machi's slow progression with healing, feeling comfortable with her life, and understanding what love looks like. She's awkward but eager. She's never worked, never done any chores, and a stranger has taken her in out of sheer kindness. She feels like she has to really prove herself and keeps trying at housework until she gets stuff right. And she likes it. She enjoys feeling like she's helping, like she's needed. She loves learning new tips and new recipes to be able to impress you with how orderly she keeps things. She's always seeking praise.

She's terrified of leaving the apartment, and goes through a whole journey of holding your hand and taking baby steps to interact with the outside world. She's also terrified of people, but to her surprise, the town you moved into is very welcoming and understanding. The old lady next door especially has an intuition that clues her in to some of what Machi's gone through, and she tries to get involved. Machi has not only you to turn to anymore, after a while. But still,

After bringing her so much comfort and care, and after months (to maybe another year) of her cooped up only in your apartment together, you are her whole world. She was initially very shy, but over time, she becomes really aggressive with bridging gaps physically; as soon as she feels like she wants to hold hands she will. Same with cuddles, 'platonic' kisses and anything you let her get away with. Small victories for her as she is trying so hard to make things official. It's not all cute stuff, though. There are weird rituals she's taken to doing; love spells, incantations, messing around with fluids, she's willing to do a lot to be able to feel closer to you. To be able to have you confess and become hers in the ways that matter.

Really truly, equally as obsessively in love.

#female yandere #yandere girl #keeping machi #transgirl yandere #trans yandere #yandere trans #tw ab*se #tw abuse #cw abuse #creepy yandere #cute yandere #creepy cute #obsessive love #obsessive #possessive love

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Baki x Reader

Chapter 13

Author’s Note: Another update. Wow. Kiyosumi Katou is added to the list. I just loved myself a tsundere loser every once and awhile. He’s such a wildcard of a character and I feel like he’ll add some spice to this series.

Kinda raunchy at the start of this chapter. So minors DNI.

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“I had a wonderful time, Kaoru.” (Your name) smiled up at Hanayama, who held the limousine door open for her.

“Thank you for joining me. I enjoyed our time together.” Hanayama helped her into the limousine, taking a seat across from her. One of his hands resting on her right leg. “I hope you’ll continue to join me for more outings.”

“I will if you ask. Just remember you don’t always have to be so fancy.” (Your name) placed her hand over his on her legs, her eyes staring up at him softly. “I’m okay with just spending time with you.”

Hanayama leaned forward, tenderly pressing his lips to her forehead. His other hand now resting on the back of her head.

“I want to kiss you.” Hanayama told (your name), his eyes staring down at her. “But I want to hear you ask me first. I’m willing to wait.”

(Your name) stared up at him, her large (eye color) orbs gazing at him with such tenderness, he felt himself melt.

“I want to kiss you, Kaoru.” (Your name) felt her face be pulled back, Hanayama pressing his lips to her. The gentleness nearly startling her. He was testing the waters a bit before taking it further.

“I want you to tell me you want me to kiss you more.” Hanayama whispered against her lips, his breath nearly burning her from the sheer heat he exuded. “I want you to say it with your pretty lips.”

“I want you to kiss me more, Kaoru.” (Your name) obediently replied, pressing her lips softly to his. Her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed his hands to grasp her form and pull her onto his lap. His arms feeling like a prison she could never hope to escape from while his mouth felt hungry despite the fact they had just ate enough of a feast to fill a king.

(Your name) allowed Hanayama’s tongue to explore her mouth and his hands to explore her body, she allowed him to devour her. She had no qualms of facing his wrath if she rejected him. He was simply too strong so it would be easier to give in. It was only a plus that he was an amazing kisser.

Hanayama hummed in approval, his lips moving to kiss her cheeks and then onto the soft skin of her neck. He could feel a smile on his lips when he saw her blissful expression. He was happy he was able to show her that he could be gentle too.

“You’re such a good girl.” Hanayama placed one last firm kiss on her shoulder, his fingers tilting her chin to stare up at him. “You’re so very good for me.”.

(Your name) laid her head on his chest, allowing his fingers to work their way through he locks of hair. Her head unconsciously leaning into his touch. It wasn’t normal for her to submit to a man, but Hanayama wasn’t a regular man. He was a very dominant man who knew exactly what he wanted and she found that more attractive than anything in this world.

“I will send for you sometime this upcoming week again.” Hanayama held her body close to his, his expression calm. For the first time in awhile, he didn’t want to smoke a cigar. “I’m thinking of a dinner cruise this time.”

“I’d love to.” (Your name) presses her lips on his chin, his eyes burning her under their strong gaze. “Especially if you’d be willing to dance with me.”

“Anything for you.” The two sat comfortably, Kizaki smiling from the driver’s seat. It seems his boss was finally getting what he wanted.

“So how did you date go last night?” Zaria asked (your name), the two girls up bright and early for their first day of work. “Did he take you to pound town-“

“He was super respectful when I expressed a disinterest in premarital relations-“

“You’re a cornball.” Zaria rolled her eyes at (your name). “You’re supposed to test drive a car before you buy it. Helps you make sure it’s a good fit for you-“

“Hanayama is not a car.” (Your name) sighed, her eyes twinkling. “But I did enjoy his limousine and all of the things we did last night. He was really sweet-“

“Any guy is sweet when they have a lot of money and power. I heard he’s the leader of one of the strongest yakuza groups.” Zaria chuckled, the young woman taking two pieces of toast out of the toaster. “He seems to be the type that would propose right away. It would probably be super elaborate too so you’d feel bad saying no-“

“I don’t think he’d propose soon. We’re still getting to know each other.” Zaria hummed, her hands grasping a butter knife in one hand and a tub of butter in the other.

“Katsumi probably would. That poor boy turned into butter when you two cuddled that night. I peaked in here and there to make sure nothing happened.” Zaria pointed her butter knife towards (your name). “He was kissing your head all night. He even told Atsushi you and him are dating.”

“We are. Just not exclusive.”

“Better never allow him to find out.” Zaria aggressively slapped the butter on her toast. “He told his parents about you already. I bet you he’s going to introduce you to them soon.”

“Oh lord…” (Your name) sighed, sipping her coffee in thought. “He seems like a family oriented kind of guy.”

“Jack and Hanayama are huge momma’s boys. So now I know they treat you extremely well.” Zaria bit into her toast, her lips turned upward. “ And that Baki kid seems to be holding a torch for you too.”

“Think so?”

“Ya. He stares at you like you’re god or something.” Zaria took a sip of her coffee loaded with cream. “Keep an eye out for him. Clingy guys are never good.”

“How can you drink your coffee when it’s practically milk?”

“I like my coffee how I like myself. Full of cream-“

“Gross. I’m going to erase that from my mind forever.”

“I hope it stays in your mind until you’re old and have dementia. Then you randomly shout it out every once and awhile.”

“I hate you.”

Kindergartners were so cute. With their little blue uniforms and their yellow hats and bags. (Your name) felt her body melt when they all stared up at her excitedly.

“Good morning, sensei!” (Your name) almost squealed, her heart soaring when they acknowledged her as their teacher.

A familiar boy sticking out to her the most. It was Satoshi, one of Katsumi’s karate kids.

“Sensei is my karate sensei’s girlfriend!” Satoshi shouted, the other kids soon chiming in.

It seems Satoshi was the little ringleader of the kindergartners. The black haired boy excitedly babbling on about how his karate teacher and their kindergarten teacher were dating.

Oh boy. This was going to be a fun day.

(Your name) huddled the children out the door with a bright smile. She had a pretty successful day other than her being called Katsumi’s girlfriend every once and awhile. Not that it was a terrible thing.

“Good evening, (your name)!” Katsumi shouted from outside, a bag in hand and a drink in the other. “I got you a little something-“

“See! I told you guys they’re dating!” Satoshi crossed his arms as he puffed out his chest. The other kids giggling.

“Thank you, Katsumi.” (Your name) ruffled Satoshi’s head. “I had to deal with this little ornery one all day so I’m glad you’re here to take him.”

“Of course.” Katsumi blushed, handing her the food and (favorite flavor) bubble tea over. “I’ll be done with my classes around five or six if you want to do something later. I think seven or eight would be perfect to hang out?”

“I have been very social this weekend so if you’d be okay with helping me finish unpacking we could probably just lounge around or walk on the beach.” (Your name) offered with a smile.

“We can do that. I just like spending time with you.” Katsumi gazed down at Satoshi show as trying to push him towards (your name). “What’s up, little guy?”

“Hug your girlfriend!” The other kindergartners began to chirp up, chanting the same thing like a bunch of baby chicks.

Katsumi and (your name) laughed before hugging, satiating the kindergartners.

“I’ll see you around then?” Katsumi asked, (your name) flashing him a smile.

“See you later, Katsumi.”

The two waved each other good bye, Satoshi immediately teasing Katsumi.

“Why don’t you bring your girlfriend with us, sensei?”

“Shh.” (Your name) could see Katsumi’s ears turn red. He was so cute.

“So you have a girlfriend now?” A man with slicked back black hair asked Katsumi. Katsumi blushing a bit at the question.

“I’m currently seeing someone. She’s pretty great.”

“How many times do we need to discuss this? Girls get in the way of training, it’s better to be single.” The man scoffed, picking his ear with his pinky. “I don’t know why you’re being such a simp but you need to stop. The other guys are worried you’re taking things too fast.”

“I don’t really think I’m taking things too fast, Kiyosumi.” Katsumi smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m actually going to take a shower and change before I go see her-“

“Katsumi. You were muttering in your sleep about how you’re going to marry her. You’ve known her a little over two weeks.” Kiyosumi pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He didn’t understand Katsumi at all. This was the same guy who never had interest in anyone before and suddenly he was head over heels for some foreign girl. Was she a witch or something? That would explain why his best friend was acting so uncharacteristically lovesick.

“Three weeks actually-“

“Katsumi. You’re rushing. What if she doesn’t choose you? I’m sure this girl has options.”

“She’ll choose me.” Katsumi replied confidently, jabbing his thumb towards his retreating kindergarten students. “She reaches my students so I’ll be seeing her three times a week to pick them up. It’s kind of like we’re taking turns with the kids-“

“You’re delusional.” Kiyosumi hissed, his dark eyes narrowing at Katsumi. “There could be someone else in her life. You shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket-“

“You’ve never even had a girlfriend before.” Katsumi retorted, a smirk on his handsome face. “Atsushi is seeing her best friend too. I’ve already been over to her house and I’ve-“

“Enough.” Kiyosumi rubbed his head, he could feel a headache coming on. “I don’t need the details. Just stop being so sappy or I’ll throw up all over your dojo.”

“I’ll make you clean it up then. Sorry I have someone and you don’t.” Kiyosumi flipped Katsumi off before walking away. Kiyosumi hated to admit it, but he was so incredibly jealous of Katsumi and Atsushi.

Kiyosumi never had girls that were ever interested in him. He lived all alone in a dirty apartment and he drank all the time to try to calm the loneliness in his heart but he was still so utterly alone. Kiyosumi was a loser and he knew that. It was just hard for him to come to terms to what he became… a greasy karate loser who was going to be an ineligible bachelor for the rest of his miserable life.

It wasn’t fair how handsome Katsumi was. How much stronger he was than him. It brought him endless shame that he was never going to be as strong as the other fighters. And he was never going to have a girlfriend.

Kiyosumi slammed his hand into the frame of one of the doorways, the wood cracking a bit. Even when he swung with all his might, all he was able to do was crack the doorframe just a tiny bit. How pathetic was he?

Kiyosumi sighed, ultimately decided to go out for another drink. After all, who would care if a loser like him just laid passed out drunk on the side of the road at five in the afternoon?

“Hey. Hey!” Kiyosumi grumbled when he felt a small hand shake him. Who on earth was trying to wake him from his sleep?

“(Your name), he’s a drunk. Leave him alone.” He heard a feminine voice hiss to someone else. (Your name)? That sounded like a girl’s name. How lucky was he? Getting pity from a girl because he was a loser.

“What if he dies?” (Your name) hissed at Zaria, Zaria rolling her eyes at her friend. “The least I can do is check.”

“You’re too nice for you own good. I’ll carry the groceries in my hand home. I’ll see you there if you’re gonna stick around a bit and play nurse.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you soon.” (Your name) waved her friend off, her eyes staring in concern at the young man in front of her. “I don’t know much about you, but I’ll leave you some water and something to eat. You’re going to have a heck of a hangover when you wake up officially.”

Kiyosumi opened his eyes, his dark eyes seeing one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. Was she an angel? There was no way someone was this nice without wanting something in return.

Kiyosumi couldn’t even utter a word out to her before she was gone. A bottle of water and a sandwich sitting beside him.

Kiyosumi felt himself shake as he clutched the bottle and sandwich to himself like a lifeline. He didn’t deserve such kindness… not when he was such a mess…

Her name was (your name), right? He’d have to find her and thank her when he was sober.

Kiyosumi greedily opened the sandwich and at it, his eyes watering at how delicious it was. He couldn’t remember the last time he gave himself a proper meal.

Perhaps her giving him that small amount of kindness was a sign he needed to turn his life around… if he stopped being so self destructive, would he be able to be with a girl like that?

Kiyosumi took a gulp of his water before shaking his head. Look at him. Rushing things just like Katsumi. Maybe him and Katsumi weren’t so different after all. Not that he would ever admit it. He just hoped he’d see her again… his angel.

Kiyosumi continued eating his sandwich and drinking his water. A small smile on his face for the first time in years.

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Author’s note: I’m warning everyone that every single one of these characters in this series are going to get so much creepier as time goes on. Like so. Fricking. Creepy.

#female reader #yandere #yandere imagine #baki hanma #baki the grappler #jack hanma #kaoru hanayama #katsumi orochi #yandere fic #baki x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler x reader #retsu kaioh #baki kaoru hanayama #yandere baki #kiyosumi katou #Creepy Yandere

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kohhomaru · 19 days

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Let him in…

#is this the heart eyes you want?#digital art #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #heart eyes #bro looks like a yandere wtf…#It wasnt my intention to make him look like a creep #how do I make him look less creepy…?

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welcome-to-alice-in-helll · 4 months

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#creepy #coquette #hello kitty #angel #doelet #yami kawaii #menhera #kawaii #yandere #nicole dollanganger #tw blood

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codemiracle · 3 months

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✦⋆ //; Happy (late) Valentine's Day! ✦ "Since today is such a special day, I thought it was the perfect time to finally take you home with me, please don't struggle too much, I don't want to make this an even bloodier Valentine's Day." - Yotsuya.

#I didn't felt like doing cute artwork this time #take a creepy yotsuya instead #yandere oc #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere #dies irae vn #tw blood #yandere vn #sorry for the late post #Happy Valentine's Day!#happy kidnapping? lol

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h221kvai · 4 months

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Imagine having a stalker, the type that follows you everywhere, who knows basically everything about you… it’s so romantic in a way.

#dear diary #actually obsessive #diary #obsession #obsessive love #obsessive thoughts #stalker #cnc stalking #creepy cute #yanderecore #yandere

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livingde4ddoll · 1 month

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𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱˚˖𓍢ִ໋🔪͙֒✧˚.🫀

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hheisa · 9 months

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Some News about this guy!!!

By a request from a friend, I'm going to start calling "Yandere Blueberry" as "BloodBerry" !!!!

This is because the expression "Yandere" is considered stereotypical for people with BPD and I also like the name BloodBerry

Hhehehhehehe BloodBerry

Also, to clear something: I'm not trying to romanticize this kind of stuff 💀 my only objective when drawing BloodBerry is to make him look creepy :p

#BloodBerry sans #No more Yandere sans #Who is that guy #Let this guy be creepy #I love to draw creepy lmao #Sans au #Undertale au #Swap sans #Blueberry sans

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abhainnwhump · 10 months

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Been obsessing over the idea of a Whumper who wants to live out a stereotypical family fantasy so they kidnap a few Whumpees to do it.

One Whumpee is their spouse. Whumpee is beautiful and caught Whumper's eye. They had a promising future before, but now they're stuck in this housewife role and have to suck up to their captor. They feel worse because they already have someone they love.

Another Whumpee is the kid. Whumper chose this one because of their small size and/or cute features. They have a cute bedroom, childish clothes, and limited access to information so they don't get too smart. They're also drugged most of the time so enjoy naps.

The last Whumpee is the pet. This one gets treated the worst. They have to act like a dog 24/7 and play fetch with the kid. Bonus points if this Whumpee was super cocky before and are now treated like an animal.

Whumper is the head of the household and makes sure everyone else stays in line. They want their family to be perfect, but they aren't against violence. They'll torture the Whumpees until "they love them again".

The Whumpees all befriend each other and plan to escape. They have to be careful so Whumper doesn't catch them, but they can't stay here.

#if anyone wants to write a whump/psychological thriller story but can't think of a premise #here you go #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #yandere whumper #whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump writing #whump tropes #conditioned whumpee #domestic whump #whumpee turned caretaker #pet whump #dude just play the Sims

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yxami · 11 months

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just wanted to drop by and say i’m in love with yandere streamer 🙏🙏 will you be planning to write more for him by any chance?

Yeah probably, I’ll do it right now cuz I’m bored

description: yandere streamer x gender neutral reader, soft yandere, he’s a creep, hinted stalking, bro is watching u even as u read this 😭😭

You were so excited and shocked from the message that your favorite streamer sent you. It was along the lines of you winning the opportunity to meet him! He had millions of subscribes so your chances were basically zero. You had no clue he was even holding a random event like that!

“When did you announce that you were doing a random thing to meet up with your subscribers? How many others are you gonna meet up with?”

“It was random! I didn’t even think about doing it until a few days ago. I’m only doing one meet up and you won that! It’s really lucky that you lived in the same city as me” His tone was chipper like an excited bird.

He was so happy he got the excuse to see you in real life. You looked so much more adorable in person, your outfit was neat and colorful, and your voice oh my god your voice was so cute he fell in love again.

“How long have you been a fan of me anyways?”

“For about 2 years! I remember the first time I got your merch I was so happy” You perked up at the question. You were so ecstatic to be talking to your favorite streamer up close and personal. It was like a dream come true for a committed fan like you!

“Really? I’m coming out with some new merch, I could give you some a little early if you’d like” He cheesed at the fact that you were so lively about his merch, his stuff, him!

“I’d pay anything for some new merch! I really like the designs, do you do them yourself or is it with a professional?” You were even more exhilarated to see not only him but new merch!

“I design em’ myself usually, sometimes with a buddy if I’m not creative. You don’t even have to pay for it anyways, it’s free. Just keep it a secret” He grinned, signaling it was a secret with a finger in-front of his lips.

“Don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone, I don’t have much friends to tell anyways so you don’t have to worry!”

“We can be friends! Here give me your phone” He put his hand out and you handed it to him. Immediately putting in his phone number, he took a selfie with a peace sign and made sure you were in the photo by turning the phone. He added his name with a heart and sent the photo to himself. Of course, he deleted it after so you didn’t see that he sent it to himself.

He wanted to treasure the photo once he got home, maybe even have a little fun with it.. like last time!

“Just don’t show my number to anyone, it’s just for you” He handed your phone back with a big smile.

“I won’t, I swear!” You beamed at the fact that he trusted you so much. You were happy that he was giving his number, and maybe butterflies formed in your stomach when he said ‘just for you’ but that’s something you can hide deep down!

“So, do you exclusively watch me, or is there other streamers I need to compete with to get your full attention?” He grinned, his tone was teasing but he was sort of serious. He wanted to get your full attention, even if it sounded incredibly greedy.

“I’ve been watching this other streamer, they’re pretty cool! But I’m watching you more don’t worry! I wouldn’t unsubscribe or anything, I’ve watched you for too long to give up now” You were being truthful about watching the other streamer but lately you have been tuning in on them more.

“Really? Who are they, are they as handsome as me?” He leaned in, resting his head on his hand to intensely gaze at you. Almost as if he was looking for any lies behind your eyes.

“Wha— I don’t know, I mean no they’re not but why would you ask that” You sputtered your words out like an old car starting up. You were caught off guard enough to fail saying a basic sentence.

“So they aren’t? That’s nice to know, anything I should worry about?” He chuckled at how nervous you got, you were even cuter with the red blush dusting your cheeks. You shook your head in response, refraining to even attempt at talking again.

“I’m glad! I’d be so upset if my favorite fan was giving me up after so long” His flirty comments and smile were so entrancing you had to look away or else you’d embarrass yourself again.

“What else do you do other than watch me? Any hobbies?” He was curious about things he couldn’t see from your camera being set up in your room. He wondered what you’d do throughout the day when you weren’t in there.

“I don’t know, I focus on work a lot during the day, and in the night I relax with games. A pretty simple life, not one like you have where you stream and play with others”

“That’s just as interesting as me streaming! I’m doing the same thing as you after-all, playing games while chatting with people. You don’t play with anyone else?” He sat back in his seat, making his posture more suitable for talking instead of teasing you like before.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I don’t really play with others cause I haven’t met a long term gaming buddy yet. I’m sure I’ll find one soon enough though!” You took a sip of your drink, enjoying the sweet strong taste of it.

“Well we gotta fix that don’t we? Consider me your gaming buddy then!”

“Sure! That’s really nice of you” You giggled at his enthusiasm at the end. He was so nice, you were really happy he turned out to be even better than what you thought he’d be.

His phone loudly buzzed before the two of you could talk more. The vibration was felt throughout the table, unable to be ignored.

“Shit I forgot, I’m supposed to meet up with my friend. I gotta run but it was nice meeting you. Text me when you get home and I’ll text you my address so you can come over tomorrow and see the merch and pick out your fave!” He got up, scanning you for as much as he could.

He was sad he had to leave you now, looking so cute for him!

“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You planned to wave him goodbye but instead he hugged you tightly, showing the large height difference he had against you as you were pressed into his chest. He smelt like a vanilla and something addicting you couldn’t put your finger on.

He let go out the hug, enjoying one last sight of you before he had to go.

“Mhm, we should play some games later today and maybe some tomorrow when you come over” He pat your head, craving to touch you more but he decided not to be greedy, especially if he wanted to seem normal to you.

“You’ve been playing a lot of my favorites lately so we can play those!” You nodded in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll see you later then. I’ll text you when I can play!” He waved his goodbyes, leaving with a cheesy smile at the fact that the meeting went so well. You were even more addicting in person. He was sad he had to leave you but at least he could see you tomorrow!

He could even hear your voice today when the two of you played games! And maybe use the photo he took to treasure your beauty as he pleasured himself..

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Hospitality

No one makes better tea than Barbatos.

BARBATOS x afab!Reader 0.9k words | NSFW | Yandere | Non-con somnophilia Content warnings: Yandere thoughts/behaviours, non-con somnophilia, drugging, stalking. The Creepy Castle AU [Part 2] PREVIOUS | NEXT

When you enter the guest room provided for you at the Demon Lord's castle, there’s a steaming cup of tea on the nightstand. It’s not the first time Barbatos surprised you like this during one of your visits, and the kind gesture makes you smile.

You pick up the delicate porcelain cup and inhale the fragrant aroma - it’s sweet and slightly herbal, a blend of Devildom berries and flowers you can’t identify yet by smell.

You purse your lips and blow gently across the top. The murky red liquid ripples gently as you cool your drink. Your first sip is hesitant, but you hum appreciatively at the light, honeyed taste. You take another generous sip before setting the cup back down onto its saucer.

There’s a folded piece of clothing on the bedspread. When you lift it in front of you, you realize it’s a nightgown; the fabric is soft and semi-sheer, dyed a beautiful shade of dark blue. It falls just above your knees. You can tell by the feel of it that it’s luxurious, nothing that you would ever buy for yourself and certainly not to sleep in.

You attended a ball earlier this evening at Diavolo’s castle. Lucifer and his brothers insisted you join them. Diavolo welcomed you tonight with open arms.

The night was a blur of dancing and drinking and jubilant conversation. By the time the last guests departed, it was well past midnight and Lucifer readily accepted Diavolo’s offer to stay at the castle. Walking back to the House of Lamentation was a daunting proposition; more than one of his brothers drank too much tonight.

Lucifer and his brothers wandered off to their nearby guest rooms to sleep. Barbatos led you further down the hall and showed you to an exquisite room for your own use. He explained he prepared it for you at Diavolo’s request, to ensure your privacy and comfort. He wished you a good evening before he walked away.

You have nothing with you except a small purse and the dress on your back, purchased earlier that day with Asmodeus. If you twist oh so carefully, you can just reach the zipper and tug it down. The dress slides off your shoulders and glides lazily to the floor and pools at your feet. You drape the dress carefully over the back of an armchair so it doesn’t wrinkle too terribly by morning.

The cool castle air chills your skin and you can feel your bare nipples harden. It might not be appropriate to sleep mostly-naked when you’re a guest of the young prince. You feel ill-prepared for a night away from the comforts of home, but then you glance at the gift on your bed.

The nightgown fits perfectly and the material is silky against your skin. You pull back the blankets and slide into bed, sitting against the headboard with a tired sigh. You cradle the teacup in your palm and take more small sips. The warm liquid relaxes you, and soon you’re sleepy and can drink no more. You set the nearly-empty cup back on the nightstand and shimmy down the mattress to get comfortable. Once your head rests on the soft, cloud-like pillow, you close your weary eyes.

When your breathing slows and you descend into deep sleep, the candles that light the room blow out. The shadows come alive when you're bathed in darkness. Sin slips through the cracks of stone, the walls giving way so no more barriers exist between you.

Greedy eyes drink in your sleeping form and the sheets are tugged away, revealing your soft, touchable skin draped in midnight blue. The sheer fabric clings to each dip and groove and curve when you breathe.

He knew you would look lovely in this.

He dares to reach towards your sleeping face - his once-steady hands now shaking with anticipation, the urge to explore too overwhelming to resist. Beneath the supple leather gloves he wears, he can still feel the warmth of your skin that makes the craving he feels for you bloom deep in his belly.

His hand traces the fragile column of your throat and over the slope of your breasts, fingers gliding over the dips and curves of your chest and waist. The swell of your hip fits so perfectly in his hand. He dares to trail his thumb along the top of your thigh and into the warm space between your legs. Wandering fingers skim the lacy underwear you left on. He feels a hint of dampness there, and he wonders what sinful dreams his tea has given you.

He shifts the fabric aside and your light scent is even stronger now, sweet and musky and all his. He teases the edge of your folds and revels in how soft and warm you are. His movements are gentle, smoothed by the barest traces of slick gathering on his gloves. He wonders how greedy he can be tonight–

You squirm in your sleep and he pulls away quickly as though burned by the temptation of getting too close. You unconsciously rub your thighs together and he already misses his place between them. He savors his consolation prize when he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean until he’s devoured every last drop of you. He barely suppresses the urge to moan.

He needs to go, now, or he never will.

He slips back into the hidden passageway buried within the castle walls and becomes nothing but a shadow once more. He leaves no trace behind, except for the dregs of sleeping herbs in the bottom of your teacup.

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appleblueberry-pie · 6 months

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Miles Morales

Warnings: I wanted him to be creepier, but I don't know how. He's creepy. He's a little delusional. He's a little possessive and a dash of obsessive.

Miles loves watching you from afar. He loves trailing his eyes down from your head to your toes. Loves taking in your clothing styles even though the school only allows uniform. He loves seeing how you style your hair every day. Especially if you don't change it, he'll always notice the little differences between each style. If you have a hidden part, if it's sleeker than it was yesterday, the scent.

Miles would pass by you on the way out of class just to smell you. Hell, he'll stay behind you just to see you up close. Staring at your back is just as good as staring at your front. He loves it when you glance at him for a moment, maybe giving him a tight-lipped smile before going back to work. He loves seeing you focused on your work. He loves seeing you try so hard in class. He fucking loves when you work for your high grades. He definitely wants to see you work for his love, if it'll ever happen.

You're his only motivation in life. After losing his dad and becoming the prowler, you're one of the few things he looks forward to seeing every day. Being popular at school just because he fine as hell restricts how close he could get to you. But lately, he's thinking about making moves. He'd make sure nobody would touch you when you're with him. He'll make sure you stay close to him at all times. He'll give you what you deserve, and finally, you'll be in his arms. He wouldn't ever let you go.

Sure, it might be creepy beating up niggas that start talking to you more frequently just so he can have a chance, but who fucking cares? Who gon stop him?

You thought you liked Miles, but you don't know how to feel anymore.

Yeah, sure, he's handsome as fuck, Afro-latino, tall, stoic, closed off, has beautiful and hypnotic eyes, but…you feel watched. You feel his eyes on you every. Time. He looks at you. It's creeping you out.

You and him have the same AP Physics class and when you walk in the classroom, he's already there as if he was waiting for you to enter the entire time. You avoid his eyes, but you still feel them when you sit in your chair. He sits behind you, and his gaze burns on your back. You know. You fucking know he's staring at you. His gaze trails from your neck, down, down, down to your waist. It stays there until it shifts to the lower spine. It's almost like he's undressing you with his eyes. Your knees connect in an attempt to comfort yourself, make yourself smaller, but it doesn't work.

When class is over, you stand up, rushing to the door, and you smell him before you feel him. His sweet cologne scent does nothing to comfort your frantic mind. You feel his uniform shirt brushing against your shoulder. You wouldn't dare turn around. He exhales, the breath from his nostril softly brushing your neck. You're disturbed. You're scared.

But when you finally make it to the crowded hallways, all feelings of tension disappear, and you can suddenly breathe again. You don't know how long this will keep going.

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