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suiana · 21 hours

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(yandere! ex x gn! reader) (thought of this in the shower and thought it would be funny)

it had been five long dreadful days since you last talked to him.

five.

full.

days.

your ex boyfriend thought that it was finally time to break the silence and embrace your presence again. unfortunately, you had blocked him on all platforms and even got a restraining order on him. like, you've blocked him before but not a restraining order!

you even got all dramatic and said you wanted to break up!

...again.

he honestly thought it was a little cute. like aw... you wanted a break again! okay, because he loves you so much he'll give you another one! like you obviously meant break up as in separate for a bit then go back! like as always!

so... why haven't you contacted him at all?

he's itching and clawing at his walls just waiting for you to text him. but no, nothing. zero. absolute silence.

all the blocking and restraining orders weren't just to get his attention?

...

but he doesn't care haha! why should he care? you're just being a little dramatic again. this is how it's always been. he knows you just feel neglected, so of course you're just doing this for attention!

oh! he knows what to do!

that's right! he should show up with gifts and coddle you in kisses! like always!

that's why, he's patiently waiting for you to return back home... with tons of jewellery and cash laid on the ground. how did he get in, you ask? well obviously he has a spare key to your home! yeah yeah, he knows you haven't actually given him a new key and that you changed your lock two days ago but it was so painfully easy to just copy your key!

he couldn't just not make a copy, could he? you know he has to have access to you at all times! he gets antsy when he doesn't!

ah, your door is opening!

he grins happily, giggling excitedly as he sits by your couch, looking at the door in excitement.

"darling! i missed you!"

he moans, cheeks flushed as he stares at your stunned figure. however, his happiness gets replaced by worry as you slip on the money he laid down your hallway. oops... maybe he shouldn't have flooded your house in cash?

"darling! oh no... sre you alright?"

he pouts, immediately rushing to your side as he brushes the money away from your body. ah look at you! your face is all terrified... you must've been so so scared without him, weren't you?

"i promise I won't leave you again... just look at you!"

he mumbles, shaking his head disapprovingly as he picks you up and expertly maneuvers his way through your cash flooded apartment.

"what would you do without me?"

he sighs, cradling you to his chest as he sits on your couch and begins wiping away his faux tears with a wad of cash. that's right! what would you do without him? you were just so fragile and helpless! you'd suffer without his protection! he swears never to leave you alone again!

meanwhile, you were just silently smashing your head against the wall. god, your escape attempt failed again! maybe you should just escape to a foreign country next time. hm, maybe you should change your name to josh and alter your appearance too.

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kitkatmochi · 1 day

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Siren! Darling: *stare*

Yan! Pirate: for the last time, you can't have my crewmates for snack!

Siren! Darling: *droop*

Yan! Pirate: fuck- fine! I'll catch you a nice guy to snack on once we port, okay?

Siren! Darling: :D

#yancore #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #headcanon #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #fantasy #yandere x you #pirates #siren

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yandereworlds · 1 day

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Stalker's Tango.

Anyway, I wanted to try a different rendering style with Lukas and here it is!! Sorry for the lack of content, though I finally finished with my college classes for this semester, so expect a lot more art now that I'm on summer break!

+ extra doodle!

#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere #//mun kiki #yandere drabbles #yanderecore #yandere art #lukas #yandere headcanons #mun kiki art

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str4wbaeby · 3 days

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𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮 pt.1

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ˣ ᵇᵒᵒᵏʷᵒʳᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : pt.2 | moodboard

his presence lingered in every corner of the bookstore, name spoken in reverent tones by both staff and patrons alike. and who he might be? the literary virtuoso, Ren Takahashi, who recently emerged as a new generation fiction writer, standing as a towering figure in the realm of literature. despite being a new name in the writing community, he was quick to rise to fame with the release of his latest masterpiece, which depicted the story of a yearning painter desperately in search of his muse; the story mainly revolving around the theme of lovesickness.

being an avid book lover, it was not unusual for you to keep up with the latest updates in the community, be it newly released books or the newly emerging writers. for you, Ren was not an unfamiliar name but you never really felt truly drawn to any of his writings, which often tended to revolve around a similar theme of infatuation and obsessive love.

as you made your way through the aisles, you couldn't help but notice the prominent display of his new novel on the central shelf, the vibrant red cover drawing you in. opening the glass panel, you carefully took the book out. as you started to read, your expression quickly shifted with eyebrows furrowing into concentration as your lips curled into a smile of intrigue. turning the pages with a gentle flutter, you seemed to absorb each word presented before you. completely enamoured by the book, you failed to notice the presence of an unknown figure, leaning against the opposite bookshelf, eyes longingly staring at your small figure

"so, do you like the book?", the figure softly spoke out, careful not to startle you while clearing his throat in the process.

needless to say, you were a bit startled at first but the gentleness of his voice oddly managed to calm you down almost instantly. you were never really much of a talker, thanks to your introverted nature and not wanting to make this interaction any awkward, you just found it easier to nod your head in response. your eyes were still fixated on the pages, only to look up at the figure once you were satisfied with thorough scanning of the book. infront of you stood the most gorgeous men you have ever laid your eyes upon in your 23 years of living. luscious long hair tressed a shadowy cascade against his pale porcelain skin, hazel eyes twinkling under the bright store lighting as his 6'2 figure stood towering over you, leaning against the wooden shelf in a relaxed stance.

a shade of pink subconsciously coated your cheeks, as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the handsome stranger.

"do you come here often ?", his velvety voice echoed in your ears, slowly luring you in like a siren's song. at the sudden loss of words, all you could do was nod at his question in agreement.

noticing your flustered state, he chuckled softly, silently taking in your adorable expression and soft features.

"say, would you like to have a cup of coffee with me at the nearby cafe? I've heard their pastries are quite popular here"

the proposal was unexpected. especially coming from someone like him; someone as beautiful as him. you were average to say the least, easily passing as just another face in the crowd. why would he want someone like you?

quickly snapping out of your trance, you politely denied his offer with a firm "no". but why? didn't you like him too? the dejected look in his eyes reminded you of a lost puppy. concealing the pain with a fake smile, he handed you his number in a piece of paper, telling you to call him if you ever wanted to talk or had a change of heart regarding your little coffee date. or he could just show up at the bookstore to meet you again? you wouldn't suspect anything, right? it'll just be another coincidence, after all! ♡

with a seemingly disinterested look, you took the paper out of his hand, only to catch a quick glimpse of something that caught your eyes.

"(555) 867-xxxx

- Ren Takahashi "

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ozzgin · 18 hours

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Hi!! Your writing it truly lovely 😭<33 If i could request anything with Zzy? Thank youuu

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader (II)

Featuring the goat-legged boy Zzy and a gloomy, newly employed detective Reader! By the way, his name is a little tribute to a series I like. Can you guess who inspired it? Hint: it's Jhonen Vasquez's first comic :D

Content: female reader, perverted goat demon yandere, dark/crass humor!, monster romance, mildly NSFW

[Part 1] [Monster masterlist]

The detective man, at the very least, kept his word. The pay is good, and you barely have any work to do. The jobs themselves are similarly not too challenging: so far you haven’t had to deal with any murder mystery out of an Agatha Christie novel. Rather, most of the time, it’s someone asking you to investigate their cheating partner, or sending you to do a background check for an employee. Every now and then you’ll get the odd client, but that’s something for another day.

Your boss isn’t all that bad either. You were initially quite hesitant to be alone in the room with him. He always seems to be surrounded by an eerie, dark aura, and you’ve only seen him smile in a menacing, villainous way. Now you’ve gotten used to his strangeness. In fact, it’s almost comforting. There’s something refreshing about another human being honest about their misery. He seems to be just as uninterested in this job as you are, spending most of his time reading at his desk. Despite his unkempt, scary appearance, he's pleasant enough and looks after you. Which, now that you think about it, is a little suspicious. You've seen him act around other people: curt and to the point, disinterested, even potentially rude. With demons, he's ruthless.

"Have you had lunch yet?" the man asks, standing up and dusting his knees. "I can get us something."

You nod and flash him a flaccid smile, although you can't help but ask:

"Listen, aren't you being a little too nice? I mean, I'm not complaining...but I've seen how you behave in general, and I have a hard time coming up with a reason for my special treatment."

He ponders your question for a moment, before his sunken eyes look ahead, somewhere behind you.

"Well…If I’m being honest, you’re kind of pathetic, aren't you? I’m just a little worried that if I’m too harsh, I’ll find out you hanged yourself in your apartment or something. Not that I’d care, but if you’re gone, I’m the one stuck with…that thing.”

Ah. That’s what it was. Almost immediately, a shiver runs across your spine.

“(Y/N)! Are you done yet? I’m booooooored”, a prolonged whine erupts from the neighboring chamber.

“I’m about to have lunch, actually. Do you want any-”

“You know I do! Spread those legs and I can start”, the goat demon declares with a grin, clacking his hooves in your direction.

You sigh.

Of course. Months ago, you were tricked into signing a lifelong contract with Zzy. It was the detective’s way of washing his hands off the matter and warmly welcoming you into the agency. It makes sense that he'd treat you with utmost care, otherwise he'd have to deal with this pest from Hell once again.

How's your life with Zzy going?

You've since found a way to seal your bedroom, in order to avoid waking up with his groping hands under your sheets. Sadly, the stubborn creature keeps finding ways to bypass your safety measurements. Who would’ve thought that lust is such a powerful driving force?

On top of the nightly shenanigans, you obviously have to deal with him during the day, at the agency. “Listen, it’s like…one of those fidget toys. It helps with stress”, he explains fervently while pointing at your chest. “You want me to do my work properly, don’t you?” He concludes theatrically. “You’re not holding my boobs. This is the end of the conversation.”

If you’re having a bad day, it won’t go unnoticed. “Boy, what a smell, what a delicacy. You’re even more miserable than usual”, Zzy will exclaim, throwing his hands together in a graceful prayer. “You know what the best medicine is? A quick fuck. Let me pound that sadness out of you, eh?”

Despite his constant clowning, the demon does have moments of clarity. He becomes particularly serious when jealous. “What have you done?” You shout in despair, gawking at the client - now morphed into a pig - foaming at the mouth and running around the room. “He was staring at your ass. Only I can do that.” The horned man stands proud, arms crossed, nodding at his own courageous act. His most treasured belonging has been defended once more.

As expected, the jealous curse has gotten both of you into time-out. Zzy because he cursed the client in the first place, and you - despite your protests - because you didn't stop him in time. "Can't you wear something easier to take off? It takes two business days to unbutton this crap", the demon complains as he fiddles with your shirt. You're laying on the sofa, hands behind your head, gazing at the clock on the wall and counting the minutes passing. Unbothered, compliant. The peacefulness of someone who's given up. "Zipper is to the left", you add, aiding the process.

Another irritating detail is that the damned beast can detect the slightest arousal coming from you, and will make sure to announce it loudly, regardless of who is around. "Someone's horny! Whew, getting me all worked up, too." You slap a hand over his mouth, a deep red blush rapidly spreading across your cheeks. You turn to the detective and apologize profusely, but he remains unconcerned, flipping another page. "Let me take care of her first, Mr. Detective", Zzy manages to mumble through your pressed fingers. "As long as you get the task done", your boss responds plainly, never bothering to look up from his book.

"You should visit me down there sometimes", the horned creature suddenly mentions, his head resting in your lap as you idly browse your phone. You stop to glance down at him. "In Hell, you mean?" He snickers at the thought. "No one believes me when I tell them I have a human girlfriend. I need concrete proof, ya feel me?" You raise an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" He disregards your inquiry and continues: "At least give me a pair of your panties to take back home." Absolutely not.

"Were you this much of a menace before I showed up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?! You can't blame a demon for being in love."

You sigh once more and roll over.

"Does that mean we can go for round two~?" Zzy is grinning at his own suggestion.

"Just go to sleep. Or something."

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yanderemommabean · 2 days

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My dearest butterfly,

I usually pride myself on having a way with words, never having my tongue tied, never having to stutter or stumble, and yet, with you, I find it hard to even breathe let alone speak. Ever since the day you stepped into my clinic, stepped into my life, I’ve found myself in a fog, never able to say what I feel, to speak with confidence, like without you I'm some sort of shell of myself.

As a doctor, I assumed I was ill, sick, perhaps coming down with something that would pass with rest and time. However, I found out the truth- I was sick of course, but nothing that would be cured with needles and antibiotics.

My dear butterfly, I have come to find out, my ailment is love sickness. As cutesy as that sounds, what I mean to say is- I'm utterly obsessed with you, and cannot rest or feel alive until I see you in my sight, or feel you by my side.

The fact I am blessed enough to touch you, to examine every area, intimate or not, to be trusted with your darkest medical secrets-It fuels me more than any other patient has. With you, curing you and your health just has more meaning to me, has more depth and humanity. You have that way about you, making me feel deeper than any human ever has, reaching my core and burrowing deep within the walls of my heart.

This letter is nothing but a love filled ramble, but one I simply had to write. I can no longer hide how I feel, how I crave. I don't expect you to know what to do with all of this information right away, so, I’ll give you a few good rules to go by while everything sets in and has time to process.

This is all true. I adore you, deeper than anyone could ever adore you, and more intense than any past lover could ever dream

I refuse to let you try and deny me. You can be coy, you can be shy, you can even need time and space, but you wont be with anyone else but me in the romantic sense. I’ll take whatever precautions I need to ensure this rule is followed.

I mean you absolutely no harm, however, as mentioned above, I’ll do what I must. Just sit back and take in what you need, but know, I’m utterly sick for you darling, there’s no way you can turn me away, be your attempts silly or desperate.

I’ll be sure to send this letter over the weekend to give you more time, but, if by chance the postal service messes up, a few days letting your mind wander at your work wouldn’t be awful either.

I’ll see you soon, my love. We’ll discuss this more in person, where my words are sharper than the pen I used, and my voice will convey just how serious I am about all of this.

All yours, only yours,

-Doctor Lee.

(-Mommabean, hope you liked!)

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2-dsimp · 1 day

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I love Covu with bimbo y/n, and how he's just constantly horny for the sweet, hot airhead of his.

I can imagine his little model being the type to always hug him tightly, where his face is pretty much in y/n's tits from how tightly he is hugged.

It would be even greater if y/n was taller than him, so if they cuddle or y/n is really close to him, he pretty much has tits against his head or on top of his head.

『Featuring your yandere photographer “studying anatomy”』

Fem reader!

——;———-;————

Y/n: “Hun why’re you taking so many pictures? Isn’t your storage gonna run out?”

You hummed softly as you munched on some pocky with your heavy tits laying right atop of The Photographer’s head. And he had a sleazy glint in his eyes as he snapped pictures of the spectacle from every angle. Known to man wanting to capture utter perfection of his beautiful model within the lenses.

Covu: “Don’t worry your pretty little head bout it babydoll, I’ve got tons of backs ups”

He mused as he then brazenly coped a couple squeezes to your soft breasts with a crooked lax smile breaking out across his lips. As he sighed in contentment, still multitasking to snap photos with one hand while the other fondled and groped at your chest greedily.

Covu: “Plus my model got such pretty tittys I have to document them. So I can study the anatomy of how they rest so perfectly upon my head later.”

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 hours

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Fitness Trainer

A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)

Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.

TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content

And up... and down, just like that."

The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out.

"One more, you can do one more for me."

"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache.

"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."

He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own.

“Do it with me now,” He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. “Push through it, baby.”

The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.

You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out.

You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you.

You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. You’d crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse.

Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do.

“I hate to say it, but you’re done for today.”

You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath.

Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back.

His body, which should’ve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight ‘TRAINER’ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble.

He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how he’s always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didn’t get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gym’s ‘premium membership’, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi “specialty.”

You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meathead’s face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love.

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.

“Feelin’ sore?” Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. “You went harder than usual today.”

“Yeah,” You let out after a gulp of water. “Definitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe I’ll actually take you up on one of those massages.”

You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoine’s eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin.

“Of course-- definitely, I’d be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldn’t believe.”

Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight.

“Wha- you mean right now? I’m all, sticky.”

“Now’s the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort they’ve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.”

He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadn’t expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders they’re too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades.

“But considering you’ve pushed so hard, I don’t want to see you back here for a couple of days.” Antoine insisted.

“Awe, you want me outa here that badly?” You joked, laying your head forward as Antoine’s fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. “I see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.”

It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing.

Antoine shook your shoulders.

“Don’t say that, now!” He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. “It’s not funny; I hope you don’t see me that way.”

“It’s just a joke,” You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.

“I never understand your jokes.” He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh.

“Woah, hey,” You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers.

“I have to get to your hips, you can’t do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day… well, you see what I mean.”

The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back.

“O-okay.. I guess..”

He’s not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, he’s the trainer, shouldn’t they know best?

He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh.

“Does that feel a little better, Mon cœur? Less pain?” He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks.

You’re awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides.

“Yeah… feels a lot better..”

“You can rest your head on my shoulder, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.

The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more… audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual.

“Just like that...” He mumbled, giving a deep hum.

With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldn’t get enough of.

But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished.

“Uh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really… got all the kinks out.”

You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his “magic fingers” again.

“Of course. And that’s just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.” He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.

Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; he’d never try something with you, his client.

“Yeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.” You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoine’s work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. It’s gonna be hard to bend down for a while.

Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesn’t use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing he’d just drag you back down to the floor if he did.

“Thanks again-- I mean, I know it’s your job but--”

“Don’t thank me; it’s always a treat to have you here, my cherie. I’d train you for free, you know!”

You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, you’d ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasn’t cheap!

Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard part’s over. Too bad you can’t look at Antoine’s pretty face anymore, though.

Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door.

His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. How’d you never notice they didn’t just give these things out?

He’d brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that you’d use it every and anywhere.

Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got.

His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didn’t know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you… it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear.

No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally?

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower.

Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you.

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aleskyyy · 2 days

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Yandere!Bestfriend x GN!Reader

Warnings — yandere behavior, manipulation, mention of murderer.

150 words.

Main Masterlist

Yandere OC/HC Masterlist

Yandere!Bestfriend who has known you for a long time when you two were little.

Yandere!Bestfriend who is getting older became more protective and possessive of you.

Yandere!Bestfriend who started to make you away from people closest to you including your own family.

Yandere!Bestfriend who started bad rumors about you during high school so that no one would get close to you.

Yandere!Bestfriend who comforted you when one by one people in your life disappeared leaving you behind.

Yandere!Bestfriend who dared to kill people who were romantically interested in you.

Yandere!Bestfriend who ended up being the only one in your life.

Yandere!Bestfriend who is very happy when you can only depend on him.

Yandere!Bestfriend who unbeknownst to him you knows what he's been up to, but you love the attention he gives you too much to stop it all.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x gn reader #male yandere #gn reader

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aerahyasashi · 16 hours

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𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔;

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐’𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔;

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒉𝒄

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𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔;

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑶𝒑! 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 (𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

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𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑱𝒋𝒌 𝒙 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊’𝒅! 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

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𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

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𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑰𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒊’𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

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𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑲𝒏𝒚 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒄! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆

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𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

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heartfullofleeches · 2 days

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Girlboss gaslight hatekeep bunny and her malewife(gn) wolf darling sounds. So cute. Bonus points if she buys them a cute collar and gives ear scratches whenever they bend down to her height.

"Gah!"

Your heart leaps into your throat as your front door flies open. What- Who is in your apartment? You weren't expecting any guests - let alone any who already had a key to the one place you felt truly safe. You haven't had any recent visitors besides-

"Lilith."

You hear the air drawn through her teeth - the portrait of her shadow growing taller against the light bleeding from the living room as she nears. You still had time to flee - if you wanted. She may have the upper hand on you most days, but you're still bigger and faster than her. That leaves the question of where you'll run to. This is your home after all. Maybe a neighbor? The police? They'll call you the crazy one once they see her, but anything is better than her being here.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lillie?"

You swallow the lump in your throat - pointing your eyes at her foot rapidly tapping at the asphalt. "You... You said only your friends call you that."

"Ugh." The rabbit sneers. You still feel the heat of her stare upon you. You contemplate squeezing past her as she moves closer, but you can already hear her sobbing to her friends about how the mean wolf locked her out in the cold. The sharp edge of a small box jabs you center between your ribs as she shoves it against your chest.

"Open it."

"What is i-"

"Just do it."

Nervously, you peel back the wrapper paper with prudence a professional would have during a bomb defusal. If only Lilith was as innocent and kind as the little smiling bunnies printed on the brightly colored sheet. You pry open the boxes lid, half expecting something to pop out at you as your shoulders lock up. After several beats of silence, you insert your hand into the gift box-

"Wait, how did you get a key to my apartment?"

Lilith brushes your hand out of the way, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt as she grabs the item for you. You tell as she pulls you to her height - frozen as she fastens something around your neck.

"Is this... a collar?"

"Clearly. Our anniversary is coming up soon so I had to get you something at least."

She scratches behind your left ear. When did you start dating again?

"T-thanks...Can you tell me how you got the key now?"

"Get your ass inside this apartment."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere hybrid #Lilith my oc #female yandere

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suiana · 3 hours

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YALLL WAIT I THINK IM COOKING

so i saw this thing where they said "cupid sometimes runs out of arrows so hey shoots one person instead of two"

BRO CAN YOU IMAGINE

yan cupid who falls for you and stabs the arrow into himself but before doing that he breaks it into half before stabbing it into you too so you fall for him?!?!?/

"w-bro what are you doing?!"

"just relax-"

"dude you justbroke that arrow AND YOURE TRYING TO STAB ME WITH IT???"

"it's for the lore i swear"

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere ocncept #yandere cupid #yandere cupid x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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kitkatmochi · 3 days

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Yan! Villain: *stalking darling during a party, dressed as a server*

Aristocrat! Darling: *smiling and chatting, surrounded by people*

Yan! Villain: how cute, enjoy this peace while it lasts, little apple...

#yancore #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #headcanon #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #fantasy #villain x reader #aristocracy

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carnivorousyandeere · 2 days

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Dae-hyun, laying on his back and looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling like the two of you are having a sleepover: “Sooo, got any embarrassing, dirty secrets you can tell me~?”

Darling, tied up and there against their will, annoyed with his shenanigans, rolling their eyes: “Sometimes I pick my nose.”

CW: medical equipment, needles, sexual conversation, dub-con on account of being kidnapped/at his capricious mercy

Dae-hyun pouts, rolling over to look at Darling and kick his feet behind him. “You know I meant sexual secrets~! Kinks, fetishes, things like that…” Dae-hyun pauses, and giggles. “I already know what they are, but I want to hear you say them~! If I have to, I’ll use a truth serum on you~!”

Dae-hyun pulls out a syringe with a sickly glowing liquid, tapping the side with unabashed glee.

You get the feeling that no matter how honest you are, he’s going to use it on you anyway just to get every last detail…

#the quality of this is not what I wanted but I needed to get this scenario out of my head already #oc Dae-hyun #yandere mad scientist #yandere scientist #yandere doctor #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

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str4wbaeby · 2 days

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𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮 pt.2

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ˣ ᵇᵒᵒᵏʷᵒʳᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : pt.1 | moodboard

today was honestly hectic for you. it's only been 5 minutes since you've gotten home, and you were already ready to fall asleep at the doorway. freshening up a bit, you plopped on the plush mattress of your bed, a soft sigh leaving your lips in sheer exhaustion.

you were tired; yet the brief encounter with the renowned writer this morning never seemed to left your mind. quickly disconnecting the charging cable, you lazily reached out to take your phone from the bedside table. you got up slowly, leaving the comfort of your warm bed as you went over to rummage through your purse in search of a certain piece of paper; eyes scanning skillfully through the crooks and crevices before finding it hiding in a corner of your bag. gently unfolding the paper, you allowed yourself to take in the moment as the realisation of him being interested in you finally hit you. your cheeks warmed up as the memories of the bookstore flooded your mind. swiftly typing the number in your phone, you mustered up the courage to finally text him.

"hey!"

"hi! almost thought you forgot about me, haha!"

the text was short and sweet, but you didn't expect him to answer back almost immediately. it was as if he was waiting for your text

in your opinion, the conversation was going pretty smoothly, with him doing most of the talking of course. you were content with being the listener; and especially after seeing someone so excited to talk to you, your heart did warm up a bit. you might not have been a fan of his works, but his personality was definitely addictive. the more you talked to him, the more you craved for him

"where do you work? maybe I can pick up sometimes"

"oh! so, you live down xxx-lane, I see. one of my friends live nearby as well"

"you live alone? working full time while managing chores must be difficult, right?"

you couldn't help but overlook how he managed to wring out every vital information out of you. how could you though? he just so sweet and gentle with you

currently, he was talking about his newly realised novel; explaining how he could relate to the protagonist's desperate yearning for his muse, claiming he himself never had the chance to have one, only until recently.

hearing this made your smile falter a little, mind wandering to the possibility of him already having his eyes on someone special. someone who was not you

you decided to change the subject, asking about his plans for upcoming future projects

"I do have a few plots in mind; a series to be specific. not going to spoil too much since I do want you to read it first. but yes, they will be dedicated to my muse. also...I would really like it if you were to be accompany to the launch event. after all, an artist is always incomplete without his muse"

#yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #x reader insert #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #male oc #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere original character #yandere boyfriend #male yandere #yandere #mochiii.writes #divider creds: cafekitsune

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