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Devotional Yan

Intro, Part 1, (this is) Part 2

He thinks you are nice to everyone. So when you find him being a wall flower and feeling alone at a party, you take him by his hand a dance with him, try the food, walk around the party introducing him to your friends and talking by the balcony during a cool summer night with him—he thinks you would have done this for anyone you found feeling lone and dejected from others. He knew to you this was normal and you didn’t do it because you harbored any special feelings towards him. But he was so, so happy when you choose him. When you approached and took him by his hands, his eyes widened, his heart raced, and his cheeks flushed. He enjoyed being with you, being near you made him feelings like he was surrounded by love and protection. And your attentiveness to him made him want to touch you—to keep it all to himself and never let the moment end.

So there at the balcony he took in this moment with you and all the moment before he tried to consume it drink it devour your presence for safe keep. Who knows when something like this will happen? Haha. Sounds like you wouldn’t see him anytime soon… he tried not to think of it. “Y/n thank you for” choosing me “keeping me off the wall and all the fun tonight” I really want to embrace you, to take in your scent. He gave you an vulnerable smile.

You laugh wholeheartedly, look at this fool becoming all soft because of a dance and some drinks “I had lots of fun you too,” you gave him a sweet smile that intoxicated him more thank the drinks.

“Y/n do you—“ he started.

“Y/N THERE YOU ARE!” Someone behind him roars.

“Duke!” you recognize your old friend.

“I heard you came to this party. So I been trying to find you,” Duke approaches you two (as he eyes the man next to you). “What is going on here? A confession? Why do you look so flustered, sir?”

Elias start to turn pale and cold at this new comer. “The air is chilly out here,” he tries to clam his voice.

“Oh my! You’re right, let’s go in. It’s getting way too cold.” You say.

Elias’s heart sinks as he already sees this moment becoming a memory and loosing his time with you. He wished he picked different words!

The moment—the briefest, sweetest moment he’d had with you—was already slipping away. He could feel it, a tightness in his chest as he watched you walk back toward the crowd, Duke following closely behind. Elias lingered for a moment, but the weight of reality pressed down on him.

As you rejoined the party, the walls around felt thicker. You knew he was a shy man hoping for your attention; not a man trying to piece together the truth of what was happening. And the truth was, you weren’t just here to have fun. You were here for something. You were playing him. Playing him like you’d played everyone else.

Elias’s gaze hardened as he saw how close you and this new man, Duke, were. Oblivious he was, that you, and Duke as well, had an agenda. And Elias wasn’t just some lonely man you’d chosen to amuse yourself with; he was part of something bigger, something darker. There had been whispers about his past, about connections to dangerous people. Being with him for a while you were unsure how he feels about how he has hideously kept and built the empire of his family. You were disgusted whether if he was aware of the damaged he caused or was so unfeeling as to be indifferent or careless about it.

Near you, Elias clenched his fists, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He knew he should have walked away when he had the chance, but something about the way you’d looked at him, the way you’d held his hand—it all made him believe, just for a fleeting moment, that he meant something to you. But that was foolish. When someone else even for a moment has your attention he feels helpless, and just like anyone else to you, he didn’t feel special. He feels lost and hates it. He didn’t know why he feels this sense of longing and despair with you.

As you looked around at the room full of bolstering decorations and sounds of people without a care in the world for those they caused harm. The smell of excess greed and extravagance, it made you sick. The mission was clear now. You were here for information, and Elias was tangled in your plan whether he liked it or not. His feelings didn’t matter. They never had.

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Devotional Yan

Intro, (this is) Part 1, Part 2

Elias had always prided himself on his unwavering faith and discipline. Since his youth, he had chosen a path of devotion, vowing to renounce earthly attachments in pursuit of spiritual clarity. Love, desire, and intimacy—these were distractions he had left behind. For years, his resolve was unbroken, his heart untouched by the temptations of the world.

Until you.

The first time he saw you, it was as though the air had been stolen from his lungs. You weren’t doing anything remarkable—just walking past him on a quiet street, your smile as warm as the sun filtering through the trees. Yet, something about you pierced through his defenses like a gentle, unstoppable tide. His chest tightened, and for the first time, he questioned the strength of his convictions.

He tried to rationalize it. Surely, this was a test—a fleeting moment of weakness meant to strengthen his resolve. But the feelings didn’t fade. Instead, they grew. He began to notice every detail about you: the way you tilted your head when you laughed, the softness in your voice, the light in your eyes that seemed to pull him closer despite the distance he tried to maintain.

Elias fought it with everything he had. He fasted, prayed, and avoided places where he might see you. He convinced himself it was for the best—that he couldn’t allow himself to be led astray by emotions he had sworn to abandon. Over time, he thought he had succeeded. He had distanced himself from you and buried those forbidden feelings deep within his heart.

Years down the line. He lived in quiet solitude, believing he had overcome the pull you once had on him. But life, as always, had other plans.

The day you crossed paths again, Elias felt the ground shift beneath him. It was unexpected—a chance encounter in a bustling marketplace. His breath caught as his eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. You smiled at him, just as you had all those years ago, and something in him shattered.

He told himself to stay calm, to walk away, but his legs refused to move. When you greeted him, your voice as familiar as a dream, his heart betrayed him. He trembled as he returned your smile, his hands fidgeting as though they could conceal the storm raging within him. And then it happened: a fleeting brush of your hand against his as you reached for something nearby.

The touch was electric. His breath hitched, and his body betrayed him further—his hands trembled, a nervous smile cracked across his face, and his voice faltered as he tried to respond. He felt as though he was on the edge of some vast, uncharted chasm, both terrified and exhilarated by the depth of his feelings.

In that moment, Elias knew the truth he had been running from all these years: he had never truly let you go. Every attempt to suppress his emotions had been in vain because you had become a part of him—his thoughts, his prayers, his very soul.

He wanted to hold you, to pull you into an embrace and lose himself in the warmth of your presence. To feel your heartbeat against his own would be a kind of ecstasy he couldn’t put into words. But who was he to dare dream of such things? He had sworn to a life without love, without family. Yet deep down, he knew those vows were no longer the chains that held him back.

They were excuses.

Elias realized, in that single fleeting moment, that he had already abandoned the path he once walked. He hadn’t done so out of weakness or lack of faith, but because his heart had chosen a different light to follow—you. You were his guiding star, his savior from the shadows of his self-imposed solitude.

Tears threatened to fill his eyes as he stood there, trembling and overwhelmed. He had spent so long denying his feelings, but now there was no denying the truth. You had broken through every barrier he had built, and he could no longer pretend he didn’t yearn for you.

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Intro to Devotional Yan

Part 1, Part 2

A man who has sworn celibacy and follow his religious guidance. But once he sees you his heart crumbles. He seems ashamed for harboring feelings for you as he is not supposed to have any romance yet a look from you brings me to a high he can’t express in words.

And this scares him so he distances him self from you but after all these years he thought he broke off his connection and feelings for you—he unwittingly yearns for you. So, when you two happen to see each other again he loses it. Even a slight brush of your hands against his and he is trembling and soaring with joy. A smile, a whisper and he can’t stop his tremors of his face and hands, a nervous smile cracking though his face. He wants to hold you and hug you, to embrace you will give him ecstasy.

But who is he to dare love you like that when he has sworn to not fall in love or have a family. Yet, he knows those are excuses because he has already given up his past beliefs and path to follow you as his guiding light,his savior from the depths of hell.

You who are his guiding soul, a light to be protected from all the darkness in the world, your existence an emblem of love, desire, and all his utter devotion. Whatever you chose he will follow, whatever you do he will support you, as long as he can be by you and receive your affections.

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Guys I literally can’t find the original Yandere town post I first that inspired me!! Every time I come back I look for it. I can’t believe if it’s been deleted… no way it was much a perfection! It was quite popular too I think. And it had just a way with words. It had smut but like it was good. HELP WHERE IS IT 😭😭

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Yandere Tsundere

(This is one is separate from my Yandere town work but has bit similar element as you might pick up on)

Yandere Tsundere who first notices you at a gala. Your slim, tall figure wrapped by a lovely lavender off-shoulder dress, your collarbones elegantly standing on your shoulders that were bare and smooth. Your lips which curled in amusement and your laugh—unrestricted, you head falling back, your eyes making an adorable squint as you laughed.

Yandere Tsundere who asked his associates around him if they knew who you were. Nobody was sure who you were. He kept stealing glances at you, seeing who you were talking to, what you were doing, where you were, trying to find openings to introduce himself to you. But each time tried to approach something helped him back.

Yandere Tsundere whose eyes turn wide as he sees you approaching him—no it’s can’t be… you don’t even know him… oh, but, you are coming his way!

Yan Tsun who is half listening to your coworker introduce you and your team to the family heads. He is looking as if you are from another world and holds his breath as you introduce yourself. Your words are so graceful, you voice drips like honey and your smile warms his whole being.

You notice all this. Of course, it’s so easy to tell that eldest son of the head family of the business you work for is mesmerized by you. You are used to the attention people give you, and you devour it gladly. What ever good people can give you you take. Why of course, everyone throws themselves at you. You were not sure if you’d charmed the head family (and you were quite nervous about you capabilities since this is your first time encountering an influential family) but look at this—not only is the family impressed by you but you seemed to have gotten the stubborn, quick-tempered, and aloof eldest son completely charmed. No one notices this though. And he doesn’t notice you noticing him—all you need is the feeling you are getting from his eyes being craved into your presence, following you every movement with his eyes and feet, and looking away when you challenge him with eye contact.

It’s all very amusing to you and you are satisfied with how the party went. Yet,

the Yandere who acts like a Tsundere of the head family, the eldest son, Dimitrov, is carving for more of you.

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Yandere neighbor

Yandere neighbor who is dazed by his new neighbor that seems like an heavenly beauty that had fallen and landed right next door.

Yandere neighbor who avoids his cute new neighbor.

Yandere neighbor who talks to and interacts with you politely and with manners but his words are always crude, sharp, and to the point.

Yandere neighbor who you saw as you got out the house. You stare at each other briefly before his face turns pink and he tries to hid it with the back of his arm.

“Hi! Kaito, right? I am your new neighbor. I hope to get along with you,” you say in a friendly voice.

Yandere neighbor who nods, stilling blocking his face with the back of his arms. “I hope so too, y/n,” he replies (which sounds more like a threat).

Yandere neighbor avoids looking at you and turns around to head back home. Yet you can see his ears are strangely red.

Yandere neighbor who makes it back to his room. When he realizes you know his name and approached him, crumbles to the ground replaying the moment again and again with a goofy smile on his face, savoring the moment.

Yandere neighbor who looks out the window wondering if you are still out there. His heart pounding as you talk with the old couple. His gaze lingers on you like an impossible dream, wishing he could be the one to make you laugh, to see the light in your eyes when you look at him. But you’re so far away, out of his grasp. This Yan neighbor feels suddenly dejected wondering if you and him can ever talk so causally. He wants to be able to talk with you, smile with you, see you laugh, cry, excited all with him.

His hands tremble as he presses his forehead to the cool glass. Why do you have to be so beautiful? The thought pierces him like a knife. He wants to scream, to run to you, to touch you, but he can’t. He can’t even look at you for too long without feeling his chest tighten with an unbearable ache.

Yandere neighbor who slaps himself when he realizes he is going too far. Yandere neighbor who wonders if you would feel disgusted at how much more he knows about you than you realize… how much more he thinks about you… how much more he fanatisés about you… how much more he has learned about you without your knowledge…

Yandere neighbor who only wants to see you happy. Yan neighbor who thinks someone like you would never think twice about him. He doesn’t think you could ever love—no even be concerned about him.

Yandere neighbor who wants to hug you kiss you hold your hands and smile at you and see you smiling back! But he can’t even look at you. Yan neighbor who slaps himself and goes back to his computer. Where will she be going at this time? He thinks as he looks at the schedule, your schedule.

Yandere neighbors heart races, the pain of it suffocating him. He can’t let go of you, can’t stop his mind from obsessing over every detail—your schedule, your routines, where you’ll be, when you’ll be there. He watches you in secret, memorizing the tiniest of movements, hoping for a moment where he can speak to you without feeling like a failure.

Why does she have to be so perfect? he thinks bitterly, his eyes burning as he glares at the schedule in front of him. Why would she ever think of me? She’s got so many people around her, so many others who can make her smile… his face twists bitterly, I’m nothing to her. Just a stranger in the background. He presses his palms into his eyes, as if trying to erase the tormenting thoughts. How can I even hope for her to care?

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Ah yes unrequited love…

Suggestions for his inner monologue? Or anything else?

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is the yandere tower platonic?

Tower? If you mean the characters in the town then it’s only the children and the old people that are platonic which of course it would be… but everyone else 😳find out 😏

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Yandere sherif

This was the Yandere police officer from the Yandere town. I just think this name is cooler.

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Yandere sherif never lets you out of his sight. Even when he’s patrolling or working, you can feel his eyes on you.

Yandere sherif is a man of action, and his love is quietly woven into every protective gesture. When you’re walking down the street, he’s the one who subtly steps between you and anyone that seems to be lingering too long, watching you too intensely.

One night, after work, you walk past a couple of rowdy men near a pub. They start making lewd comments in your direction, and before you can even react, Yandere sherif steps in. He doesn’t say much—just a cold glare that sends them running.

Yandere sherif who asks if you are okay and offer to walk you home. And you don’t want to have to go through that again so you comply.

Damien the Yandere sherif heart races as he is just inches away from you—trying to keep his composure.

Silly you, stumbling over a crack on the ground and landing right into his arms! Yandere Sherif and you lock eye contact and you can see the desire in his eyes and the numbed expression that seals his aching heart.

Yandere sherif whose heart is racing, his skin burning, and his body throbbing. His hands on your waist and back, and it seems he has forgotten that he can put you down.

“Thank you. But you can put me down now…” you say shyly.

Yandere sherif who gets flustered and brings down his hat to cover his face.

Yandere sherif who loves you very very much but would not confess because he knows others want you too. He knows as a officer his duty is to protect the citizens and keep the peace in the town not add to the chaos. So, he dutifully watches you thinking he is just following orders—when he is just following his heart.

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That’s all. I am tired i need a break too much Yandere LOL will return

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I am going to do a deep dive for the characters I have named to in my last blog. The police officer, barista, neighbor, etc.

Honestly feel like my first blog wasn’t the best work… but whatever I will make it more Intense soon.

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Yandere Town

You were assigned to this sleepy, ancient town for the next year. As a journalist, your task was simple: study the town’s history, culture, and way of life. It seemed like the perfect assignment—quiet, rustic, a place untouched by the outside world. But from the moment you arrived, something felt… off.

The First Day

You stepped off the carriage (yes it’s very old) and onto the cobbled streets of the town, the stone buildings lined up like sentinels. The air smelled of fresh earth and the faintest trace of something older, something strange. The locals greeted you warmly, but there was an intensity in their gazes that unsettled you. They watched you—everyone watched you. It was as if you were the most important person in the world to them.

Yandere Neighbor: Your neighbor on the left, Kaito, was a quiet, homebody type who worked from home. You rarely saw him. To you, he was the perfect neighbor: quiet, respectful, polite, keeps to himself, a decent person. Although not very warm or friendly, you didn’t mind—at least he wasn’t overwhelming… like the others.

What you didn’t know was all the times Kaito had helped you without you even realizing. He made sure you’d never know. He didn’t want you to be disgusted by his actions or think he was overstepping. His love for you was deep, but he kept it hidden behind a mask of indifference.

He made sure you were safe and happy—from a distance. He watched from his window, always keeping an eye on you, ensuring you got home safely. Even when you were just a few minutes late, a wave of paranoia and anxiety would grip him. Was something wrong? Did you need him? He couldn’t stand the thought of you being in danger, yet he stayed silent, not daring to let you see his concern.

Yandere Mailman: You met him on your first walk around town.

“Morning, miss! Welcome to the neighborhood!” The mailman waved, a bright smile on his face. He was tall, with a charming demeanor. He offered to walk you around, but you politely declined. “If you need anything, just let me know!” he said, his eyes lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. But it was nice, right? Maybe you were just imagining things.

Yandere Milkmaid: As you explored further, you encountered the milkmaid, always so cheerful.

“Good morning! How’s your day been?” she asked, her tone soft and inviting. She always seemed to show up wherever you went, offering you help with whatever you needed.

Her kindness was overwhelming, and while you appreciated it, something about her closeness made you feel… watched. Every smile, every word, seemed to hold more than just friendliness. She’d make sure you never walked alone, even if you didn’t ask.

Yandere Mayor: The mayor was another person who made a lasting impression.

He was tall, with a sharp smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Ah, you’ve arrived,” he said with a tone that made you think he’d been waiting for this moment. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

You laughed it off, not realizing how much they had heard. He was so welcoming, so warm, yet there was an undeniable edge in his presence. It made you question: Was he the one in charge here? Or was there someone else pulling the strings?

Yandere Convenience Store Worker: One evening, you stopped by the local convenience store. The worker behind the counter greeted you with a polite smile that seemed too familiar. “Back again so soon?” she asked, her voice sweet and knowing.

You couldn’t remember ever coming here before, but she seemed to. She remembered everything—what snacks you liked, what drinks you preferred. It felt unnerving, like she had been watching you, cataloging your every move.

Still, she was so sweet. So helpful. You couldn’t help but smile back.

Yandere Barista: the barista at the local café, was no exception to the strange warmth everyone seemed to offer you.

“Your usual?” he asked before you even had to speak.

You couldn’t help but marvel at how he knew exactly what you liked. You hadn’t told him, had you?

His smile never faltered, and he seemed so happy to serve you, always adding a little something extra to your drink. You could tell he enjoyed your company—maybe a little too much. There was an almost fondness in the way he spoke.

He was a nice guy, right?

Yandere Police Officer: Then there was Damien, the police officer. You’d seen him around town, always keeping a respectful distance.

“Everything okay?” he asked one evening when he noticed you walking alone.

You assured him you were fine, but something about the way he kept an eye on you made you feel safe. He was always nearby, watching over you, though he never crossed any boundaries.

It was comforting, right?

Yandere Pilates Instructor: Then there was Chrissy, the Pilates instructor, who made sure you were always looking after yourself.

“Focus on your breathing,” she would say, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was always a little too close, a little too invested in your well-being.

Her eyes lingered a little too long on you, watching your every movement as though nothing else mattered. You couldn’t help but feel her affection was more than professional, but it wasn’t like she ever said it aloud.

Platonic Yandere Town Children: It was impossible to ignore the town’s children. They adored you, following you around, asking for advice on everything from their crushes to schoolwork.

They seemed so innocent, so pure, but when they looked at you… there was something fierce in their eyes. It was as though they saw you as theirs, and you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that their protectiveness went a little beyond normal.

Platonic Yandere Old Couple, Lucy and Grey: On the right side of your house lived Lucy and Grey, an older couple who had been in the town for as long as anyone could remember. They were kind, nurturing, and always there with a word of wisdom or a homemade pie. Their two children had left for college and they were so lonely.

“Don’t worry about a thing, dear. We’ll take care of you,” Lucy said with a warm smile, her gaze never quite leaving you.

They treated you like their own child, perhaps even more protective than a normal couple would be.

They always made sure you were well-fed, rested, and never alone. It was… comforting at first. But after a while, you began to notice the small things. Their gentle smiles often seemed to hide a much more intense desire for your company than they let on.

Something wasn’t right.

The more time you spent here, the more you realized: everyone was in love with you. The townspeople, the mailman, the milkmaid, the mayor, the barista, the old and the young—they all loved you. And it wasn’t just a passing affection. It was possessive, obsessive, consuming. And the more you tried to distance yourself, the more they pulled you closer. This town had its eyes on you, and whether you liked it or not… they weren’t letting you go.