You thought this motherfucker couldn’t get any worse? Think again, bitch.
YANDERE! WHITNEY
asher is at it again.
I promise I’d do it and im not one to break promises. You already know how it goes.
cw! dub-con/non-con, mentions of violence and murder, stalking, kidnapping, blood, typical yandere shit, whitney is warning enough on its own.
whitney and pc are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise
“I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Everyone will see and know you’re mine.”
yandere type : sadistic, possessive, impulsive, violent
Purposefully irritates you in every way possible that they can, demanding for your attention. Nudging at your knees beneath the desk, blowing in your ear, elbows knocking against each other. Cmon, you must find them annoying now, right? Good. That’s what Whitney wants, ingraining themselves right into your mind, doesn’t matter how, they’re making sure you’re looking their way always.
Constantly stalks around the school gates, back casually pressed against the wall with their cronies surrounding them, eyes flitting back and forth as if they’re not waiting for you. It’s not like that really, muscled frame hidden in the shadows as they expect your arrival, in the alleyways near the orphanage. It’s just a coincidence that your encounters with the bully are getting increasingly frequent, running into them every single time, finding yourself on your knees once more. Must be faith as they call it, huh? Or whatever cheesy bullshit reason there is for that.
As I’ve stated before, they’re forcing a collar around your neck and no, you don’t get to take it off, bitch. What? Why do you feel all warm and tingly all of a sudden? Whoops, forgot to mention that it’s not just any regular collar, it’s a shock collar. Of course, the bully isn’t letting you prance around like a slut whenever you want, you gotta work for it too. Huge grin on their face as they watch the way you squirm on your chair in class, breath all shaky and heavy, squeezing your thighs together under the table in attempt to ease the shockwaves coursing through your body. Need to say the magic word if you wanna cum : “I’m yours, Whitney.”
Fucking you in public takes on a whole new different meaning. They need to show off who you really belong to after all, but the delinquent is in a dilemma. Can’t have any filthy bitch or bastard’s eyes on your naked form, can they? Having to restrain themselves from gauging the spectators eyes out. Well, the solution is simple, they’re fucking you/getting fucked by you regardless. On the park bench, bent over the desk in math class, hell, even in Robin’s goddamn bed, makes the orphan watch too. Only difference is they’re beating the living shit out of anyone who got the slightest glimpse of your bare skin right after. Oh, and no tapes or recordings allowed, only Whitney gets to keep that sight of you to themselves.
Needs you to be near them at all times. Oh, you got an English class to catch to with the freak this morning? That’s too bad, you’re skipping with them, whore. Firm arm wrapped around your shoulder, dragging you to god knows where, probably some cheap pub to fuck and flaunt their slut in front of everyone ‘watching’. Forcing you to stay by their side 24/7, bodies pressed unnecessarily close together, hot breath down your neck. Ignore the twirling of your hair between their fingers, they just like having you close by..
Insists on lending you their clothes, no, scratch that. They’re demanding you to wear it. Whose jacket is that? Oh, it’s Whitney’s. And that scarf? Whitney’s again. Marking you with their smell, familiar scent of vanilla and cigarettes subtly filling up your lungs, getting you all light-headed. Wants you to think of them whenever you wear it, small smirk playing on their lips as you begrudgingly give it back when they ask for it, visible flush on your cheeks. Filthy slut, you touched yourself to them while sniffing at that jacket, didn’t you? That’s what they want, get you all riled up from their presence alone. Classic Pavlovian conditioning.
Student looks your way a few too many times in class? Don’t ask around as to why they’re not there the next day, probably huddled in bed at the hospital or even worse, six feet under the dirt you use to plant your flowers with. Won’t hesitate to make a scene either if they’re feeling a little too hot-headed, grasping at that motherfucker’s collar who even dared to steal a second glance at your behind while you were standing right next to Whitney themselves. Will drag you to the bathroom after that, claiming they need to vent. Now they’re taking it out on you, your soft gasps and moans slowly filling up the confined space as they fuck you raw with their cock/strap-on.
“Only I get to kidnap you.. Got it?” Yeah? You thought that line was a joke? Stupid slut, don’t get too surprised once they corner you in an alleyway one day, snarling about how this is your fault, for being too slutty and tempting, ‘forced’ to do this, they say. Shoving a damp cloth to your face, consciousness fading only to awaken and find yourself chained up to the bully’s bed. Whitney isn’t one to kid around, they mean every goddamn word they say and this is no different. Gentle hand placed atop your head, comfortably settled between their thighs and sucking away as they lean back against the headboard. Favorite part of their day is coming back to you, their personal sex toy that the delinquent can seek out whenever they want to if they’re feeling a little pent-up.
Fighting back too? You’re just egging them on, aren’t you? Doing this on purpose, huh? Stupid little face that they wanna fuck dumb, all bruised up from their punches and kicks. Shit, don’t you know how hard/wet it gets them to see you like this? Next thing you know, Whitney’s tackling you to the ground, breath hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, arousal soaking right through the fabric of their jeans/skirt. Ruffled blond strands of hair messily falling over their face, eyeing your frame beneath them with hunger and pink tongue darting out to lick away at the bloodied mess you left on their knuckles. Fuck, you’re in for it now, slut.
Coming up next, Yandere! Harper, the silly little doctor that cums all over your fucking face while you’re under anesthesia!
I mean, let’s say, hypothetically speaking if some hot blonde chick who happened to be my bully suddenly kidnapped me and tied me up in her basement, forced me to be her sex slave, turned me into her personal dildo — I would not be complai—
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I love the Shaynse duo and made an edit to them a week back. Then I found your account and have been stalking it ever since lol. But I'm listening to your Shaynse playlist and while listening to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac I realized it was the song I edited them to!! Crazy how that worked out, but I'm happy to share this edit with you!
Lol absolutely honoured to be stalked, welcome welcome🙏
Omg that's literally crazy😭 so what I'm hearing is that everywhere is shaynse's song...? Yeah!🤗
No but seriously that's so cool! And I would literally LOVE to see ur edit, is it on ur blog??
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