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yxami · 6 months

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I’m behind I know, I’m rushing 😓😓

desc: yandere victim x kidnapper reader, more of him kidnapping you at this point, and happy nut November 2, nsfw, all consensual, mentions of obsession, overstimulation, edging, etc

Recently, you’ve allowed Lawrence to roam around in your home, he has yet to run out the door and claim freedom. Honestly, you’re not even bothering to put any of the keys in a remote place like you used to when you had no trust in this… relationship?

Kidnappship? Whatever it was, it was odd but it somehow worked.

Ren would cook all the meals you’d have throughout the day, acting as a house husband rather than a past victim of kidnapping, if anything you were the hostage. He was able to snitch you out at any time if he ever got bored of the routine he established.

Your coworkers truly believed you managed to tie someone down, judging from all the sticky notes that were with a series of packed lunches, something you have never brought before. Usually it was just a sandwich from whatever place was close by.

“Good luck at work honey, I miss you already! Heart heart?” Your coworker read out loud, grin growing as they continue to poke fun with how you’ve been bringing packed lunches with notes, and the words never repeated, each day it was a new confession.

“Shut up” You’d roll your eyes, always denying any sort of suggestion that you were with someone, even though Lawrence was always ready to act like the two of you were dating.

“Whaddya’ mean I can’t pack notes anymore? You don’t like them?” He immediately feels his heart crumble against this small rejection, he holds his chest as if you’ve stabbed him.

“It’s just.. my coworkers think I have a partner and I don’t need them snooping in my personal life” You groan, already knowing he was going to be either mad or throwing a crying fit over this.

Your mind bounced on whether you should read his diary tonight to see if he was going to hold a grudge.

“They shouldn’t be interested in your personal life anyways! I want them to know that you’re taken by me” He pushes his pink lips into a slight frown, reminding you how pretty he looks even when he’s upset with you.

“Ren you know I’m not in love with you right?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, hoping you wouldn’t have to dive into another conversation about how this was just about ransom and not something like his delusions.

But you already know he’s accepted that you love him even if you deny deny deny, so you’ve recently given up on those talks.

“I know you are, stop trying to make me upset, you know I don’t like it when you lie” He crosses his arms, tempted to jump into yours like he always does, even when you’re the reason he’s upset, but he’s convinced himself that he can last longer.

“Fine, I do, but can you just stop with the notes?” You curl your arm behind the small of his back, leaning against him as he presses himself against the kitchen counter.

“Hmm” He hums, enjoying your loving touch, hugging your lower back as he rests his chin on the top of your head. “Okay, but it’s not fair if I don’t get something in return” He backs up his upper body a bit to let you see his pitiful puppy pout in order to get you to agree.

He’s found that this tactic works well, and he’s managed to use it about 5 times instead of verbally begging like he usually does, he’s been keeping track.

“Alright, what do you want? More cooking supplies? Cuddles?”

He shakes his head.

“Free access to my phone for an hour?” You tilt your head, assuming that would work since he loves to check on whatever you do, of course with your permission, most of the times anyways..

He hums disapprovingly, which has you guessing of what he could possibly want since those were his favorite things in the entire world, all of them placing 2nd while you were his 1st.

“I want to.. be closer with you” He mumbles hesitantly, looking more red than his usual tint of blush when he’s teased or flustered.

“What did you want to start sleeping in the same bed?” You say casually, even though you should probably establish boundaries with someone you claim to not be your partner and just a temporary roommate.

But it’s a little too late for that, you’ve gotten attached to having him around, cooking you your food and such, but you wouldn’t accept that until later.

“No I mean like being together.. the way couples do” He squirms around, fiddling with his hands in his lap, something he always does when he’s upset. There’s a whiny tone in his voice, a bit exasperated from anxiety at having to explain further.

“Are you trying to say fuck?” You state without any nervousness that Ren would insist you need.

He nods quickly.

You’re asking yourself how you got into this situation but you could’ve said no at any time, you could even kick him out and tell him that you need space so there wasn’t a chance for him to get mad if you had a reason.

And you knew he wasn’t the type to go and tattle on you to his parents, if you had to guess then he’d likely just beg to come back rather than throw an angry fit and get you locked up, that would be out of character for him if he did.

But you make excuses, plenty of them to ignore the feelings you’ve been hiding for awhile now.

“Please don’t go so fast” He looks up with tears threatening to spill, holding onto your skin so tightly you think it could bruise. You run your hands down his sides, calming him down from his high, just to have him drunk on the unexplainable feeling once again.

“M’ goin at a normal pace, you’re just so sensitive” You hum, pumping his cock with your hand, slowly teasing at the veins by tracing them softly with your fingers. He lets out a throaty whine, knowing you were right but being too distracted to agree.

He bucks his hips into your palm, trying to satisfy his own greedy need for your touch even when he’s so overstimulated. “When.. when can I be inside of you?” He whispers, rubbing his tears away that finally ran down his face.

“I thought this was already too much for you to handle?” You tease at how just a few minutes ago he was pleading that your hand on his cock was too much for his perverted mind.

“Not anymore.. please?” He begs, sitting up to kiss at your jaw and lips, biting your bottom lip as he pleads with a few more whispers.

“If you say so” You giggle, already knowing he was going to be telling you to slow down soon enough. He helps you by lining his sensitive head right at your hole, easily slipping in as you lower yourself onto him. He could feel your slick insides welcome him with ease and he couldn’t help himself but thrust up.

You bite down on your shirt that you have yet to remove, not allowing a surprised whimper or sound to be let out. Lawrence notices it quickly and pouts, moving his hands to clasp around your hips as he helps you bounce on his cock.

“You’re really warm” He comments, feeling his face heat up as his mind finally picks up on the fact that the two of you are fucking. Something he’s dreamed about since day one of being here, and it’s nothing like he’s imagined.

You’re softer, and tighter, and there’s a little whimper you let out whenever his cock bottoms out right where the head of his cock can push against a sensitive spot deep inside you.

Everything’s different than he imagined, and he loves everything about it.

Once you gained your composure you pick up the pace, moving your hips to tease and thrust his cock inside, and the flustered expression left on his face from how good you felt had you more motivated to ruin him.

“I’m all yours, you’re so nice to me, I love you” He continued to prattle, insistent on making sure you know exactly how he feels right now. He needs to let you know, he’s fumbling over his words even more when you run your hands down his chest.

You weren’t sure whether it was his cock or him as person making you whisper reciprocating confessions against his neck as you kiss his skin. “I love you too..” You mumble, feeling embarrassed at the vulnerable moment. Lawrence perks up and pounds into you faster than he’s ever done in the last few minutes.

“S—say that again? Please? Cmon, what did you say?” He pants, desperate to hear your sweet words, he could’ve sworn he heard you say I love you, something he’s wanted to hear for so long.

“I didn’t say anything..!” You look away, cursing at yourself internally for giving this idiot the satisfaction of finally having his love reciprocated after so much of you being in denial.

“I heard you say it, please” He complains, needing to heard those three words leave your lips, and he’s certain he’ll heard them again soon enough.

Even if it takes multiple rounds

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cowardz · 1 year

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𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢 𝙭 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧,

✧ You at least had the conscience to feel guilt. It didn't make your actions justified, and your victims did not care for a second how you felt, but it gave you the peace of mind to know that you don't take pleasure from cruelty like the others.

✧You were a selfish person to the core. The second you were given the opportunity to climb the social ladder you grasped that opportunity with both hands, even if it meant joining the friend group of the cruelest bullies in the school. To remain with the group you had to show that you fit in, so you began to participate in the torment.

✧It started with just a few cruel words, then pouring a drink on someone, and then eventually you were expected to help the leader of the group brutalize his victims. You felt guilt, but never enough to consider stopping, you were given an opportunity you couldn't afford to squander after all.

✧Your desire for popularity did not come from nowhere. At your old school you were just like the students you harass now, an outcast. Transferring schools was your opportunity to make something of yourself, even if it meant hurting people the same way you were hurt.

✧Your "friend" seemed to have a favorite victim with the way he was always picking on one particular boy, and it wasn't hard to see why. His appearance was unkempt with untrimmed messy hair and deep bags that brought attention to his vacant eyes. Everything about him was unsettling, more akin to a ghost than a human being. Even the kinder souls (not that there were many) of the school avoided him like the plague. The general consensus was that something was very wrong with this boy, and nobody was stupid enough to stick around and find out what. Everyone except your little group leader, and grudgingly yourself.

✧ One day after a particularly brutal bout of bullying you hang back from the group. Stepping back into the bathroom you cant help but feel remorse at the site of the crying boy sat on the floor. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to show your guilt this one time. Its not like he could ruin your reputation, somebody would have to be willing to talk to him for that.

✧So you crouch down and wipe the blood from his forehead as you whisper, frankly inadequate, apologies. The juxtaposition of his current situation compared to the one he was in just five minutes ago has his head reeling and his heart pounds inexplicably. Nobody had ever treated him with such care, most wouldn't even make eye contact with him. Your confusing behavior, and maybe also his blood loss, leads him to a slightly delusional conclusion.

✧Nobody so kind could ever choose to be a bully. You must have been forced! Yes that's it, your sweet angelic soul was taken captive by those heathens and forced to participate in his torture. Maybe the lead bully had blackmail on you, or perhaps you were tormented in the same way he was behind closed doors.

✧That thought had him biting his nail in anxiety as he thought about you, the only person who was ever kind to him, being hurt. You were like a lamb among wolves, but don't worry he would make a pretty good guard dog :)

✧soon he was dead set on maintaining his delusions, if anyone tried to say you chose of your own volition to hurt people he would react with violent outbursts. To him you needed to be saved from the evil that's been hurting the both of you, and he wasn't opposed to getting revenge while he's at it.

You might have been better off avoiding him like everyone else...

#tw yandere #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #tw bullying #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere victim

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2smolbeans · 4 months

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A Warning From An Old Foe

A thought I had for my Yan! Ceo x Best friend Darling-- (April x Hyun) (No reader involved, I just wrote it in a certain POV) (just having fun writing whatever lol)

Tags: ghost haunting, intoxication, panic attack, soft yandere, implied murder and torture- just some paranormal spookery that's all ^^

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Imagine you're with your best friend trying to have the time of your life at a party he decided to host at his place. You're slowly trying to adjust to the environment as all of his other buddies talk to him while also trying to engage with you. You were never the talkitive type, and if anything, he was the only person you knew, so at best, it was awkward for you and his other friends. It was like a fish out of water. You felt too out of place. Out of best interest to calm your nerves for the sake of your best friend, you take a drink or two - hoping the alcohol would buzz in.

It works at first, and you find yourself slowly blending into the crowd. But soon enough you find yourself panicking. Were you acting too comfortable? You weren't being too much were you? Overwhelmed, you decided to go upstairs where no one else was to get some alone time. Going up, you notice the rooms on your way, so going into one of them- that being his, you make yourself comfortable.

For someone with a lot of wealth, your bestfriend had a simplistic room. Laying on his bed, you text him that your upstairs in his room taking a nap. Letting him know, you stare up at the ceiling, unsure of yourself as a wave of shame hits you. What did they think of you? His friends? Did a loner like you ruin all the fun? Going to the bathroom that was attatched with his room, you turned on the lights and wash your face. Upon looking up after you had dried off the water away from your eyes, you jolted as you saw a bloody figure behind you. Hesitantly turning around, you held your breath as you saw that nothing was there.

You stood frozen at the spot, too terrified to move. Your phone, maybe if you called him up he could show up. All you had to do was move, but you couldn’t. Frozen for what seemed like forever, you managed to stumble onto the bed and grab your phone. But instead of calling him, you decided to rush out of the room. Sprinting, you nearly screamed as you bumped into a tall figure- only to cry out of relief when it was Hyun, staring at you with a worried expression. Helping you up, he guides you back into his room, asking you about your well being. He couldn't just let you back into the party while you were disheveled and panicking. Out of fear of going back into that room, you cling onto him with widened eyes. Usually he wouldn't mind this at all, hell he was secretly enjoying the way you pushed yourself against his arm like a fragile little thing. But with how paranoid you were, he couldn't help but find it unnerving.

Reassuring you, he turned on all the lights in his room, including the bathroom before letting you in. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he allowed you to into his arms, side hugging you while you both sat on the matress.

"Was it the party? April I told you that you that I didn't have to invite them over, you know that right? So what's wrong?"

He noticed how much you were hyperventilating, how your eyes were wide, and the way your body trembled with every sudden movement he made.

"..April what do you see around me? How about you at least 5 things in this boring room, okay?"

Doing so, you listed out what you saw. His wooden polished wardrobe, the perfume and watched that were neatly stored on his vanity desk, the aquarium in the corner that shined blue with an abundance of little fish freely swimming around, and the bag that laid there lazily on the floor. Grounding yourself as you took in your surroundings, you sighed as you fully embraced him, letting out a thanks as the bloody image dissapeared from your mind. Feeling his arms wrap around your body, you felt a wave of security as his words traveled softly into your ears.

"I'll always take care of whatever you need. So next time, just call me and I'll be there, got it?"

With the last few words, you went stiff for a moment as you hugged you tighter and his statment seeming more like a scold rather than a reassurance. Nonetheless, you soften up and embrace him back with eyes closed. Pulling away, you smile at him, agreeing to head back downstairs. Before standing up, you saw it again.

She sat there right beside him, staring directly at you with those bloodshot eyes. Her appearance was mangled, her jaw was slightly unhinged, her body blue and full of bruised and burns, and her face..Barely recognizable from the blunt trauma that showed itself. Her hair..Brown and fuzzy. You knew her at some point, didn't you?

With a few pained croaks, she looked at you with sorrowful pity. Reaching out to you before ultimately laying her hands on his shoulders while Hyun kept his soft gaze at you.

"Don't trust him."

With a now weak smile, you wanted to go home instantly.

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darlinghimedere · 6 months

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USE THE CORRECT TAGS

Yandere = Loving to the point of obsession. Your love is your first priority. Your love is your everything.

Love is pure and wholesome... But it can be warped. Wanting to lock up your beloved, to keep them safe and entirely yours... That's a warped form of love, but it's still love.

Now given the nature of yandere, there is a bit of an overlap with kinks. Don't get me wrong, you can have love and lust. HOWEVER. There are WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE misusing the yandere tags. DO NOT USE THE YANDERE TAGS JUST FOR BLATENT BDSM. I (hopefully we) can fucking tell when you're not a yandere/beloved/etc. and are just using our tags.

Speaking of lust, NOT love... INCELS. Incels and femcels ARE NOT YANDERE AND SHOULD STAY OUT OF OUR TAGS.

While I'm ranting...

*DON'T JUST POST GORE WITH NO SUBSTANCE AND USE YAN TAGS. YOU GOTTA SHARE THAT YOUR FEELINGS ARE CAUSED BY AN OBSESSIVE LOVE. EX: I want to do this to my beloved's ex!

*IF YOU WANT TO KILL/CANNIBALIZE YOUR BELOVED(LEADING TO DEATH) THEN YOU AREN'T YANDERE!! BECAUSE WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL THEM!! The ONLY EXCEPTION is murder-suicide thoughts. The "If I can't have you in this life then we will be together in the next!" Is very yandere, but it should remain just a thought ofc.

THAT'S IT FOR NOW BUT YEAH IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW WHAT IT IS TO BE YANDERE AND USE OUR TAGS THEN YOU ARE SPAMMING OUR TAGS. Don't spam our tags please and thanks!! The offending posts will get reported!!! Don't be petty and report me back because I'm obviously insane if I have this account so I will make a million different accs to report your spam with! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

#Yanderecore #Yandere #Yancore #Darlingcore #Yandere bait #Yandere victim #Yandere target #Irl yandere #Yande.re #Yander.e #Yandere community #O.L.D #Obsessive Love Disorder #Limerence #Limerent #Stalkercore #- 👑 Rin's post

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bloopi3 · 9 days

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tw//n3cr0ph1lia (romantic)

letting him keep my corpse after my d3@th to keep me nice and pretty, letting me keep him cold and him keeping my dead body warm. letting him stroke my hair and stomach as I lay completely unaware of his actions<33

#tw necrophillia #necroposting #blood kink #k1nk blog #nsfwww #obsessive yandere #yandere victim #yandere love #actually obsessive #obsessive love

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victimsdiary · 27 days

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“Day 2” : Living in the dark

I don’t think he’s coming in here while I "sleep" so I'm taking advantage of the... night? to learn my new surroundings. When I got here he put my notebooks, sketchbooks, and some pencils in my desk. I’ve been looking around and designed a bit of a map so I know where I’m going, and what things looked like just in case he comes in and moves something.

So there’s lamps down here and dead lights. It looks like a basement. There are stairs that go to a door to the first floor I assume. There is a bed with chains and cuffs attached, lamp by the desk, a long built in table that (I think) opens at the side. There are two dressers with my clothes in them, and a chest by the bathroom. The bathroom has a shower, toilet, and sink. The mirror above the sink opens so I can see myself. Thank god I don't look too fucked up. I’m glad at the very least, there is a toothbrush and a fresh towel every day. He even refilled the soap when I threw it in anger and it cracked. I’m not “happy” with my living setup by any means, but it doesn’t look like he wants to traffic or kill me yet so I’ll take what I can get.

The drawers on the right side of the desk have snacks. Different types too. Some snacks from other countries. In some of these boxes, he tucked away little notes saying stuff like “I love you.” and “We should share these later.” It’s… really freaky. I don’t know how long I’ve been here because when I try to escape, he knocks me out, and when I am awake, I feel tired… I’m going to call this day 2 but I feel like I’ve been here longer. Though the boredom and fear makes every moment feel like an eternity.

Mood: Tired and bored Escape routes: None yet but I think the kitchen is above me so there might be a window I can jump out of. Extra Info: R hums when he walks around upstairs and it helps me know where he is.

@stalkersdiary + @ae-the-ra + @justathrowawayheehee + ETC DiaryProject. (We are all writers and involved in this ARG styled diary. This is fiction, and no, we don't need help.)

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sleepingdxrling · 2 months

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💤 when did i get here? It's so dark... is anyone there? 💤

#💤.txt #💤.ic #> yukio.exe start #yanderecore #darling core #darlingcore #yandere victim #yandere bait #rp blog

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your-darlingcore · 1 year

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would you love me if i let you consume me? how much do i have to give before you love me? i love you, i promise...

#darlingcore #darling core #yandere bait #yandere rp #💕.txt #💕.ic #yandere victim #soft yandere

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aircd · 3 months

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✮⋆˙ yandere¡cheerleader¡bully (fem) ✮⋆˙

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩ

((Warnings: mentions of stalking, bullying, homophobic slurs, physical violence, degradation.))

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yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That stares at you the entire game on the field, winking occasionally making you confused as to if she’s flirting or hinting you’ll be shoved into a wall later.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who will straight up call you a loser and worthless, but as soon as anyone else does the same she has an outburst and targets them instead for the rest of the semester.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That gets real close and personal infront of her friend group flirting but any reaction you have she laughs with her friends and shouts “what a dyke!, did you guys see that.!”

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who’s never had a boyfriend herself but makes it very apparent you’re a loser for not having one, and whispers in your ear “no man will ever love you.”

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That once saw you in the hall alone between classes crying and asked “what’s wrong with you dipshit?” as you told her about a girl who’s been berating you for months she left without saying a word; next period the same girl you told her about was walking out of the gym with a black eye and sniffling, 5 minutes later she walks out with her usual perfect ponytail now frizzy and between her Pom poms you could see her bruised knuckles, The girl never bothered you again. She and you have never mentioned the incident since.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who used to once a month pull you under the bleachers while no one was watching and push you against the wall whispering dirty things in your ears and kissing you up and down, she’d usually leave calling you some slur and said it was just to test if you’re still a “fag”. Now she does this at least once a week.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That somehow knows very personal things to insult you about in front of everyone making you wonder how she knows so much about you despite you never telling her anything. she totally doesn’t read your diary.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That unexpectedly insists on walking you home and sometimes doesn’t even ask and will silently follow behind you, when you turn around she’ll wink and wave rolling her eyes as if you’re the one that made her follow you.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who invites you to her annual sleepovers, just for you to find out you’re the only one who was invited; these “sleepovers” usually entail her asking (forcing) you to dress up in her cheer uniform and doing your makeup for practice “in case she needs someone to fill in” and silently watches you perform degrading routines until she’s satisfied, in the mornings you’ll notice a couple of your belongings missing and she’ll deny doing anything. You might see her the next day wearing one of your sweaters smiling at you tauntingly.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That once made a bracelet for you and gets pissed when you don’t wear it. You felt very uncomfortable looking closely at it realizing it has strings of some of her hair and yours?! maybe that explains why you thought your hair was cut at her sleepovers.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who finally pushed you over the edge and saw you lash out on her finally standing up for yourself while practically crying you were so angry. She was furious you started ignoring her and staring at her blankly when she’d do her daily ritual of degrading you. She eventually followed you home like usual then pushed you up against a tree and started forcefully kissing you sloppily shoving her tongue down your throat, finally pulling back and staring at your shocked face. “Now will you listen to me.?!” She says. You started to yell at her “why do you do this.?! Is it funny to you or something.!?”. Her face drops and she starts to cry “because I love you, you fucking idiot.!” “What..?! s-stop it.. I know what you’re doing.!” You say. “I- I- I love you.. I can’t ever get you off of my mind.. I think about you 24-7.. m-maybe t-too much..” she says while crying and panting. “I- I- always thought you hated me..”. “No.?! Listen you better not tell anyone about this or I’ll fucking kill you.!” She says before kissing you again and walking away while wiping her tears. She stayed silent for a week after that not even giving you a mean look.

#nsft wlw #wlw #wlw concepts #yandere wlw #fem reader #lesbian #lesbian romance #thoughts?#cheerleader #lesbian cheerleader #bully #bully x reader #bully x victim #lesbian smut #concepts #cheerleader bully #lesbian yandere #yandere x reader

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bunnygirllover45 · 4 months

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This is how Johann dresses up while he's outside (which is rare) Rocking the stalker outfit, go king.

#yandere oc #yandere boy #yandere male #is he watching you?#is he picking up his next victim?#who knows

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hana-no-seiiki · 3 months

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TEACHER: What’s your favorite act of service?

YANDERE! BOYFRIEND: Hugs (from my significant other)

YANDERE’s FRIEND: … cute but they asked act of service-

READER: *is dying from both second hand embarrassment and blushing*

#inspired from my dearest victim boyfie #acting normal around him is getting harder by the day #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #male yandere #yandere quotes

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yxami · 10 months

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Bored so that means I write a delusional yandere

description: yandere x gender neutral reader, kidnapper reader, yandere victim, reader kidnaps a rich guy but he turns out to be a yandere, just a stupid idea I thought of

He felt a smooth fabric slip away from covering his eyes any longer, he quietly winced at the new setting. As his eyes adjusted to the poor basement lighting they focused to scan your figure staring down at him.

He shamelessly blushed at the sight of you, no mask, no cover up, just you in some casual pajamas as if you didn’t have him tied up in your basement. You looked so pretty..

“You must be my kidnapper!! Oh my god, I can’t believe this day actually happened! I mean I thought of these fantasies of someone beautiful like you kidnapping me but now that it’s happening I can’t help but feel shy!” He rambled, pressing his thighs together anxiously. The blush on his face almost seemed inappropriate in this situation.

Especially in this situation.

You had kidnapped this rich guy around the same age as you for ransom because you knew his parents were loaded. Instead of his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline, it seemed like it was pounding for an entirely different reason.

“What are you— .. what?” You stammered, genuinely confused on what he was blabbering about. Fantasies? Beautiful? Shy? Huh??

“I don’t mind if you don’t want to confess right away! I get it! I’m pretty nervous myself right now too.. but I’m really happy you decided to kidnap me! I’ve been waiting for so long” He giggled, happiness shining bright in this poorly lit room.

His toothy grin didn’t even falter when he looked down at his restraints, you swore you even saw it widen at the view.

“You even tied me up in rope! How did you know I would love to be tied up like this? Have you been looking at my diary?” He wished he could cover the flustered look on his face but all he could do was squirm in his chair. Mostly out of embarrassment from imagining you scanning at all his fantasies being written down.

“It’s okay if you did! I’m just a little surprised you took in this much effort to keep me happy” His chuckle only made you want to ask more questions than before.

“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you stared down at the man you had tied up in a chair. A regular wooden chair that could fall over so you added stoppers to the bottom so it was harder to knock over.

“You kidnapping me! I’m so happy someone like you has a crush on me! I’ve always thought of being in this situation..” He mumbled his last sentence with darker blush on his face as he looked up at you with his big doe eyes.

“I don’t have a crush on you! I’m kidnapping you for ransom, cause your parents are loaded” You finally realized what he was talking about, he thought you kidnapped him because you loved him!

“Pff, it’s okay! I totally get what you mean” He winked, a bright smile on his face with blush dusting his face, less intense than before.

You could tell he didn’t believe you and that wink just confirmed he genuinely thought you loved him. Maybe if you pretended you did then it would work out well? He seemed to be some pervert but it’s not like he was hideous.

He was actually very pretty, a little too pretty. Was this guy a model? Oh god, you hoped he wasn’t a model because that would grab the attention of a lot of people and an army equipped with pitchforks would be at your door.

“When you stare at me like that.. I can’t help but get nervous” He looked away, looking embarrassed at how you were practically checking him out with no concern that he would catch you running your eyes up and down against his body.

You weren’t checking him out! Well maybe a little but not the whole time!

“Sorry, I was thinking about something” You gently waved, smacking the invisible worries away and trying to think of something else. “Nobody’s gonna be looking for you, right? I mean other than your parents”

“Who else would be looking for me?” He titled his head in confusion, staring at you again.

“I dunno, fans? You’re not a model right?” You tense up waiting for the answer, hoping he wasn’t some idol that would cause multiple mobs of angry fans.

“You’re so nice” He giggled, his eyes closing with a bright smile at your compliment that you weren’t even aware about. “No, I’m not a model. You won’t have to worry about weird fans or anything” He whispered his last few words, scanning at how beautiful you looked worried.

He only wished it was a concerning thought about losing him and not about getting caught.

“That’s good” You sighed with relief, not knowing you were even holding a sigh in anticipation. “I’m glad, um.. do you want anything to eat? You were knocked out for a few hours so..” You awkwardly asked, still a little nervous for some unknown reason.

“Sure! I’ll eat anything you make!” He gratefully accepted your offer, sounding more like a thankful roommate rather than a victim of kidnapping. “Alright, I’ll get on that” You went upstairs, starting to prepare something that you thought he’d like.

There was a lot of strange things about him, but maybe he wasn’t so bad to have around.. for now?

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cowardz · 1 year

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Can I get some headcanons you have of yandere victim? What he does when stalking his bully, any lovey dovey delusional things he does? He seems really cute! Pls and thank you!! 💖

Thank you so much for your support ^^ I'm glad you like my pathetic little guy.

I think his stalking starts off almost investigative. After he's come to the conclusion that your being held against your will his number one goal becomes freeing you. He starts by following you around school and micro analyzing any interaction between you and your friends. If one nudges you with their elbow then your being physically abused, if someone speaks to you in anything other than a kind voice your being intimidated. He'll take any little thing he can find as evidence of your innocence and their guilt.

Eventually he gets frustrated with what little he can learn during school hours. So he follows you home. He has a thick notebook he carries around full of any information he finds useful to his purpose. Your entire schedule is plotted: the exact moments you meet up with friends to walk to school, when you return home for the night, even your bathroom breaks during class. Every single second you spend away from the other bullies is noted as a potential time to approach you. Not that he would have the confidence to do that for a long while, no.. his rescue plan has to be perfect before he can take any risks. That's why he keeps this notebook, to construct his plan to save you. See, he has good intentions! Even if he occasionally doodles you in the margins, hes been working so hard to keep you safe doesn't he deserve to selfishly bask in your angelic presence...

Speaking off, he worships you almost as if you were a deity. Everything about you is just so angelic and pure in his mind he can't help but want to cling to your legs and repent. In his eyes your the only kind soul on this entire planet, so perfect compared to the scum that surround the both of you. His opinion of you is contradictory in itself, your his god yet your also a lamb in need of of protecting. He'd give you anything you asked for, as long as it didn't challenge his delusions.

In the beginning all he thinks about is getting you away from danger, but as he spends more time watching you he starts to think of what he wants after your saved. Where should he take you on your first date? What kind of clothes do you prefer on a man? Should you have a summer or fall wedding- lets just say he's got a second notebook filled with all sorts of things. Before you even know his last name he's already planned out your entire future together. He just wants to make his soulmate happy that's all :)

#tw yandere #tw bullying #Im sorry for how long this took #i could do an entire case study on this mentally ill mf #yandere victim #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere hcs

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ceruleancattail · 2 months

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Serial Killer Rook thoughts:

Tw: Yandere, gore, implied murder, Rook’s very suspicious

Maybe he’s just that one guy living in a lonely little cabin by the lake. Nobody really knows much about him. At most, the villagers could only describe how he looked like, or how peasant he was. “A charming young man” was the most you’ll get out of the villagers’ chatter.

As the “delivery service” of your town, you cycle around on dirt-paved roads, running errands for the townsfolk for a small price. It ain’t much, but it’s an earnest living.

Occasionally, you drop by. Knuckles rapping away on that wooden door, calling out Rook’s name. You figure as someone passing through, it’s your duty to make sure that he hasn’t just upped and died. Rook answers your call promptly, a gentle smile dancing across his lips as he opens the door.

Ah, how nice of you, darling . Taking the time out of your day to check in on him. Oh, just look at you! How exhausted you must be, cycling all this way.

Wouldn’t you come in for a cup of tea? Rook never takes no for an answer, casually shooting down every excuse you could come up with. His arm soon finds itself way around your waist, carefully ushering you into his cabin.

Gently guiding you towards his living room, before those skilled hands of his busy themselves. Pouring you a cup of tea, asking questions. Rook’s way of making small talk, you reason.

What’s your favourite animal?

Oh, those? They were tricky to hunt, that’s for sure. Rook’s caught some before. Maybe next time you could drop by to see him in action.

Favourite colour?

Ah, how beautiful. Rook very much admires that particular shade as well… what an odd coincidence. He’s seen some wildflowers in that colour. Would you care for some blossoms?

How’s life been, in the village?

Ah, is that so? Rook prefers a quieter life, in the woods with nothing but the melody of nature to keep him company. It’s mediative, in a way. Maybe you should try, sometime.

You answer most of them light heartedly, laughing politely. Quipping back some questions of your own, you lean forward expectedly. Only to be greeted with a placid smile, before Rook turns the tables once more.

Emerald eyes staring into yours unwaveringly, their gaze burning into your irises itself. There was something unnerving about the intensity Rook’s eyes had, but you shrugged it off as just… a quirk of his. Yes, it had to be. He had to be focused, as a hunter living off the land… right?

A little weary from the constant bombardment of questions, your eyes flicker around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. Glancing at the walls, your eyes narrow in confusion. Most hunters you’ve known frame at least one or two of their exploits on the walls for the world to see. Even if taxidermy wasn’t their thing, at least there’ll be a photo or two.

Rook didn’t have that. His bows were framed on the walls, yes. Some metal crossbows, strings pulled taunt, ready to fire at any time. These laid beside more traditional bows, ranging from the natural hues of wood to the metallic sheen of steel.

Yet there weren’t any animals in sight. Only… pictures. Pictures of people in black and white. Going about their day. Most of these seemed to portray people in their most natural state, walking around, running errands… all the mundane activities of everyday life. But one thing struck you as odd.

None of them seemed aware they were being photographed. Out of all the photos on the wall, none of the subjects were looking into the camera. How odd.

Turning towards Rook again, you remark about how devoted he was to his craft. Surely to amass such a collection, he must be rather passionate about photo taking. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rook stiffen ever so slightly, a sinister glint gleaming in his eyes. Before it resumed its usual calmness, the placid smile clicking right back into place.

Well, yes… you could say he was very passionate about what he did. These people have treasured the photos Rook took of them… until the day they died.

A chill ran down your spine. You laugh nervously, remarking about how late it was. You should really be getting back to work. For a moment, Rook refused to move. A bead of cold sweat ran down your back, heart thundering away in your chest. Panic rushing through your veins, nothing but the pounding of your pulse beating within your eardrums.

Until finally, Rook got up. He walked you to the door, lamenting that you had to go so soon. It’s so rare he got any visitors. It’s rather lonely all the way out here in the wilderness….

Before you could even think, words slipped right past your lips:

“I’ll come back again. Maybe you can take my photo then?”

The ghost of a faint smirk danced across his lips as he clutched at your hands, proclaiming his gratefulness in elaborate prose. Before you stepped out of his door, Rook places something in your palm.

A necklace of… sorts. A silver charm was threaded through it, in the shape of an arrow. A lucky charm, Rook explained. It’ll keep you safe. Well, as safe as the circumstances allowed, he chuckled.

It used to belong to a client of his, but as of now? They… no longer have any need to use it, you see. So now Rook bestows it upon you! Ah yes, silver looks terrific on your neck.

Waving hesitantly , you cycle away from his cabin. Heaving a sigh of relief you had no idea that you were holding. An odd man… but charming, strangely enough. You guess you could pay him another visit the next time you were out.

Just… another one. To keep him from getting too lonely, Y’know?

From the window of the cabin, Rook stood slyly to the side. Parting the curtain with a single finger, watching you go. Goodness, how adorable. The darling on their bicycle, cycling off into the distance.

How defenceless.

Oh, how did he wish to reach right over, and trap you in his embrace. Rook could tell you were getting unnerved. With your gaze flitting all around, avoiding his own, with your trembling fingers as you pushed yourself off his armchair, clumsy excuses about the time….

Goodness, you were rather adorable, were you not? The silver necklace around your neck fit you perfectly, as well. As expected from his beloved cherie! Worry not, a charm is placed in the arrow itself. Harm will never befall you… well, unless you take it off. Rook wouldn’t know where you were, then. It’ll be hard for him to protect you, then.

That silver chain looked gorgeous around your neck, on that tender, soft skin of yours…

You couldn’t blame Rook for wondering how his own silver arrows would look like, impaled deep into your skin.

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darlinghimedere · 2 years

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I wouldn't be afraid of the dark or what could be in it if I knew my soulmate was there! Watching and guarding me as I slept. (It's not creepy if it's someone you love doing it!)

If I were being watched constantly by someone who only wants me the best for me, I would be safe to walk around! Nobody would be able to steal me/kidnap me/traffic me nor would they be able to do anything else! I would be protected! It would make the intrusive thoughts go away or at least lessen!

The stalking is for my protection! There's nothing wrong with it! I like it! I love it! I need it! I'm not safe without you, if you aren't around I'm vulnerable! Don't let anyone hurt me!

#Yancore #Yandere #Yanderecore #Darlingcore #Yandere bait #Yandere victim #Stalkercore #Yandere target #Irl yandere #yande.re #- 👑 Rin's post #Yandere community #She's back again #Yandere boyfriend where #Yandere boyfriend needed #Stalk me #Care for me love me only me me me me me me

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bloopi3 · 9 days

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tell me how often you stalk my pages, how often you think about me

how often you can’t get me out of your fucked up head

how obsessed you are

what you would do if there was zero limits

what would happen if someone laid a single finger on me

tell me how fucked up you are for me<3 all in the name of love

#yandere aesthetic #yandere love #yandere victim #obsessive love #delulu #stalker #stalking fantasy #toxic relationship #toxic love #actually obsessive #obsessive yandere

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