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Could you please write a yandere forgotten deity one-shot? Pretty please, I love your writing!!! (≧∀≦)ゞ 💗

Yandere Forgotten God x reader

Warning: Possessive behavior, psychological obsession, emotional manipulation, implied violence, supernatural elements, themes of fear and control, intense emotions.

At first, they were just empty words thrown into the sky.

Every night, with a broken throat and a heavy heart, you’d sit by the window, hugging your pillow like it was the only thing left to hold, whispering with hope:

“I wish someone would love me so much they’d never leave me alone...”

All your past relationships had failed. You were losing hope anyone could love you as intensely as you loved them.

You didn’t expect an answer. It was just a habit. A desperate attempt not to feel alone.

But one night, something changed.

The candles in your room blew out on their own. No drafts.

Your dreams grew deeper. You never remembered what you dreamed, but you woke up exhausted, like something—someone—had invaded your mind.

You began to feel watched.

At home. In the shower. Even with your eyes closed.

Dead plants came back to life.

Your reflection sometimes didn’t move when you did.

And every night, after your prayer by the window, you felt an invisible pressure on your chest. Not painful. But intimate. Like something—or someone—was holding you from another plane.

One morning, you woke up with pale marks on your arms.

Strange symbols, as if someone had written them on your skin while you slept.

You ignored it. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

One night, while washing your face, you looked up at the mirror… and saw it.

A figure behind you.

You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. Terror froze you.

Light hair flowing down to the floor. White eyes. A still silhouette.

Too beautiful to be human. Like a living statue. Like a god.

When you finally turned around, no one was there.

From that moment on… you knew you weren’t alone anymore.

You saw it in reflections. In puddles. In windows.

Always for a second. Always motionless.

Until one night, as you finished your usual prayer, the room filled with an impossible wind. The walls creaked. The lights flickered.

And he appeared.

Kael.

Standing barefoot in front of your bed. Without a shadow.

His skin so pale it seemed translucent, marked by symbols moving softly beneath the surface like living ink. His hair floated as if untouched by air. And his eyes… empty. Eternal.

“I heard you,” he whispered.

“W-what are you…?” you stammered, trembling.

“I am Kael. A forgotten deity. I heard your prayer.”

His hand rose, barely brushing your cheek. A chill ran through your body, as if your soul shrank.

“Your prayers fed me. They brought me back. Now I exist because of you. And you… will exist only for me.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whispered. “I was just… alone…”

“You begged for it. With tears. With desperation. Your words were a pact. A call. And I… obeyed.”

Kael leaned in. His lips brushed your forehead.

You couldn’t help but shudder.

“Keep praying, my beloved. Every night. If you stop… I will disappear. And if I disappear… I will take you with me.”

He said no more.

But since then, every night, you sit in silence, hands clasped, heart racing… and pray.

No longer out of love.

But out of fear.

Days passed since his arrival.

Kael didn’t always show himself, but he was always there.

In mirrors. In your mind. In your ragged breath each time you felt watched.

So when you finally left the house and saw an old friend, you felt a glimpse of relief.

For a few minutes, you could breathe without him looming over you.

You laughed. You talked. The sun touched your skin.

For the first time in weeks, you almost forgot you were trapped.

Until a cold shadow crossed your back.

That night, as you closed your door… you knew.

Kael was angry.

The room grew heavy. The lights flickered.

The air no longer felt like yours.

“Did you have fun?” His voice came from behind you like a cursed thought.

You turned slowly. Kael stood there. Tall. Motionless.

But his gaze… was not empty this time. It was sharp.

“He was just a friend,” you tried to explain.

Kael tilted his head slightly.

“And what does that matter?”

He walked toward you slowly.

Each step echoed endlessly.

“Do you really think you can talk to whoever you want? Look at someone else… when I’m here, watching you all the time?”

His words were soft. His gaze wasn’t.

He took your chin between two fingers, lifting your face to meet those soulless eyes.

“I don’t need you to lie. I just need you to remember this:

Anyone who comes near you. Anyone who makes you laugh. Anyone who even looks at you tenderly…

I will make them disappear.”

His smile returned. Slow. Crooked.

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed you.

Not gently.

Possessively. As if claiming you for eternity.

The next day, you saw it on the news:

Breaking News: Elías Ibarra has been reported missing. Last seen yesterday around 5:00 p.m. No cameras, witnesses, or clues. If seen, please contact the police.

Your stomach churned. Your heart sank.

He was your dear old friend.

Kael did it. Kael made him disappear.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You ran to your room.

It was no longer sadness. It was despair.

You stood by the window where it all began, your chest burning with rage and fear.

You shouted:

“I’M NOT GOING TO PRAY FOR YOU ANYMORE, KAEL!”

Silence.

“I don’t want this! I don’t want you! You’re a monster! Get out of my life!”

And once more, the world shook.

Lights exploded. The air turned icy.

And he appeared.

Kael.

Tall. Beautiful. Motionless.

His smile darker than ever. Without emotion. Without regret.

In an instant, he was on top of you.

He pinned you against the wall, one hand on each side of your head.

His body close. Too close.

His long hair covered you both like a veil.

“Did you think you could leave me like that?” he whispered mockingly.

“After everything you did?”

His gaze soulless. His smile devoid of tenderness. Only dominance.

“I was born from your desire. You shaped me. You fed me. You brought me back. And now… you want to abandon me?”

He held your chin, lifting your face to meet his.

“I am a deity. And you… you are just a fragile human.”

He laughed softly.

“You’re very funny. You’re not going to stop praying to me.”

“You think I’m not capable?” you stammered.

“No. Because if you stop praying... It’s not me who will disappear.

You will disappear with me.”

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Yandere Nurse x Reader

Warning: Emotional manipulation, obsessive behavior, psychological dependency, possessive actions, intentional induction of illness.

All you could think about was your headache. When you opened your eyes, everything looked blurry—white lights, like in a hospital.

“Hey...” a soft, low, beautiful voice sounded. “You’re awake... Stay calm, you’re safe.”

Un joven estaba sentado junto a tu cama, con una sonrisa amable y un ligero rubor en las mejillas. Vestía un uniforme blanco de enfermera con una franja azul a los lados.

“Who are you?” you asked in a raspy voice.

“My name is Noah. I’m in charge of your care. You were a little unstable when they brought you in... but I’m here for whatever you need.”

He helped you sit up, a firm hand on your back. He had honey-colored eyes and light brown hair, tousled in a way that looked natural, almost planned. He smiled at you.

“What’s wrong with me?” you said, fearfully.

He looked away for a split second.

“We’re still evaluating. It could be a combination of stress, fatigue... maybe something neurological,” he said, tucking the blanket around your legs. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

You spent your days in that white room. Visits were restricted. Noah said your family couldn’t come. Or that they weren’t allowed in. You didn’t know. Time was blurry.

It confused you that the only nurse or doctor you saw was Noah, but you had nothing to complain about. He was kind and always by your side. He brought you warm tea. Checked your vital signs. Talked to you while brushing your hair. Left chocolates hidden in the drawer.

In the end... he was the only visitor you had.

You started to feel strange. Weak. Confused. But when you were scared, all you wanted was him, as if he were an addiction.

“Noah... why do I feel like this?” “Your body is fighting... but I promise I won’t leave you alone.”

His fingers lingered a second too long on your cheek.

Los días se repetían entre la blancura de las paredes y la silenciosa calma de la habitación. Noah siempre estaba ahí, observando cada uno de tus movimientos, cada respiración. Te traía comida personalmente, se aseguraba de que bebieras suficiente agua y de que descansaras. A veces, cuando te veía inquieto, susurraba:

“You don’t have to try so hard. You’re safe here. Everything in its own time, dear.”

Notaste que no llegaban visitas, aunque lo pediste varias veces. Siempre tenía una excusa preparada: «Las visitas están restringidas por protocolo» o «Tu familia está muy ocupada, lo siento».

Cuando intentabas contactar con alguien, los teléfonos no funcionaban o no había señal. Noah siempre aparecía ofreciéndote su celular con una sonrisa tranquilizadora.

“If you need anything, you can talk to me. I’m always willing to listen!”

As days went by, you felt your world shrinking, and he became the center of it. When you had an anxiety attack or your headache got unbearable, Noah was there, with his warm hands and soft words that seemed to heal you.

One day, you wanted to walk down the hall. He approached quickly, his voice low but firm:

“It’s not a good idea yet. You could make it worse.”

“But I just want to stretch my legs a little, Noah. Don’t be dramatic.”

“I forbid it.”

Su mano se posó sobre la tuya. No era agresivo, pero el mensaje era claro: no podías salir sin él.

And you, weak, just nodded. Because, in the end, who else was there if not him?

One afternoon, as you rested with your eyes closed, you felt a small prick in your arm. You opened your eyes and saw him there, syringe in hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

“Don’t worry, this is just to ease that headache that bothers you so much,” his voice was sweet, almost a whisper. “I couldn’t let anything hurt you...”

You felt a slight dizziness, and although something inside you doubted, his honeyed gaze anchored you to reality.

“I promise it’s for your own good.”

But that night, the pain returned, stronger than before. And when you tried to ask, Noah simply said:

“It’s normal, don’t worry. It always happens with these kinds of injections,” he said with a warm smile.

Months passed, and the day you were discharged arrived. You felt a strange emptiness in your chest. The doctors you had never seen before smiled at you, told you you were better, that you could go home. But in your mind, there was only one image: Noah, waiting for you.

When you walked down the cold, white hallway, there he was, with his warm smile and that look that seemed to say he had been waiting for you. In his hands, he held your coat and a small bag with your things.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, taking your hand gently.

You couldn’t help but feel a lump in your throat, a mixture of relief and fear.

“What now?” you asked, unable to hide your insecurity. Would you not be able to see Noah anymore?

“Now,” Noah said, “we really begin. Out there, no one understands you, no one cares for you like I do. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever. Right?” — For a moment, when he said the last word, you felt possessiveness in his gaze.

People passed by you, chatting and looking at the hospital, but you only saw Noah.

And even though your heart was beating fast, and that little voice inside you screamed that something was wrong, at that moment you realized he was your only home.

“Please... don’t ever leave me,” you whispered, tears in your eyes.

“I never will,” he replied, squeezing your hand firmly.

And then he kissed you. Slow, intense, as if you were the only thing that existed in the world. As if sealing a pact that you were both willing to make.

And in that kiss, with your heart surrendered and his fingers on your cheek, Noah whispered, barely audible, with that smile you know all too well:

“After all... I always knew you’d end up choosing me.”

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Yandere hacker x reader

Warning: Kidnapping, manipulation, emotional abuse, psychological violence.

They met online. He sent a message, and you replied. From that moment on, you started talking. The chemistry between you was undeniable. You liked the same things, vented together... you could talk until dawn.

He was sweet, but not in an overbearing way. He made you laugh and listened like no one else ever had.

After getting to know each other more deeply, you decided to meet in person for a casual outing. He offered to pick you up, but even though you liked him, you preferred to go on your own—just to be safe. He understood without hesitation.

You agreed to meet at his house. He sent you the address. It wasn't a sketchy place or anything that raised red flags. Actually, it was a nice, ordinary, clean house, with plants at the entrance and a stone path leading to the door.

You rang the bell, and within seconds, he opened the door with a smile. He was wearing a light hoodie, and his hair was a bit messy.

"I'm so glad you came," he said, eyes shining.

He invited you in. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. The inside of the house was neat and nicely decorated, which surprised you a little.

You first sat in the living room. He offered you coffee—you accepted—and you both sat on the couch. The conversation flowed just like it did online. You laughed, joked, enjoyed yourselves.

Once you finished your drinks, he offered to show you his room. You smiled and agreed.

You went upstairs. The hallway walls were lined with framed photos, probably of his family. When you reached the second floor, you noticed it was dimmer than downstairs. His room was tidy, with a few posters and plants. What stood out most was his computer setup—a large, expensive-looking, professional station.

While looking around, something caught your eye: a collectible figure you had seen online weeks ago but couldn’t afford.

“Wow! It’s beautiful,” you said, stepping closer.

“You like it?” he replied, smiling as he joined you. “Then it’s yours.”

You were surprised and immediately declined. You knew how expensive something like that was.

“Is your room always this clean?” you asked, teasing.

“No,” he admitted, lowering his gaze shyly. “I cleaned it because you were coming.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or blush. So you did both.

You sat on some cushions on the floor next to the bed. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knees, and you leaned back in a more relaxed pose. You talked about everything. Work or school frustrations, shows you were watching, memes. He listened as always, attentively, occasionally tossing in a comment or a joke.

You felt calm with him. He seemed like a good guy.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, standing up. You nodded.

He left you alone in his room. You sat in silence for a moment, simply looking around. Everything was in perfect order. The plants well-kept, the posters aligned. No tangled cords, no stains on the carpet.

You got up—not out of curiosity, just to stretch a bit. You walked around. Approached a shelf filled with figures, programming books, tech manuals, sci-fi novels...

Then you noticed his desk. A shiny mechanical keyboard, gaming mouse, a closed laptop, and three monitors—all turned off. You wondered what kind of job could afford him all that.

And then... a sound.

A notification.

One of the monitors lit up on its own. Nothing too odd—maybe it was set to do that. But the screen that popped up wasn’t random.

You weren’t one to snoop through people’s stuff. You knew it was wrong. But it was a folder. And it had your name.

You didn’t open it. Didn’t even get close. Just stared at it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it referred to someone else. But what if it was about you?

You stepped forward. Just one step. Curiosity took over.

You clicked. The folder opened. At first, it didn’t look strange. There were subfolders. Some dated. Others labeled: “Voice,” “Photos,” “Chats,” “Favorites.”

You froze. Your instincts told you to sit back down and act like you hadn’t seen anything. But something in your chest twisted, and you opened one of the folders.

Photos.

That’s when the chill hit you. Every image was of you. Screenshots of conversations, pictures you’d sent him, photos with friends or family. But the worst were the ones you didn’t even know existed. One was clearly taken in your room—from your laptop’s camera. You were changing clothes.

You closed the photo immediately.

You opened another folder: Voice. Dozens of audios. You listened to one. It was you. Laughing, singing, saying meaningless things.

You covered your mouth with one hand. The other still held the mouse. Your breathing quickened. Your heart was racing.

You backed out to the main folder. There was another subfolder. No name. Just a number:

"003"

Videos.

You opened one. It started with the interface of a phone camera. It was you—in your bathroom, showering. Singing as you washed yourself. Filmed from above. As if the camera had been placed on the ceiling.

Your stomach twisted. You felt like throwing up.

When had he recorded that? How?

You closed everything as fast as possible—just before he came back.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You spun around. He stood at the door. But he wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes, once warm, were cold now. Empty.

“Why did you touch my computer?”

You didn’t answer. You stepped back.

“I can explain,” he said softly.

Another step back. Still, you said nothing. He stepped toward you—and the last thing you felt was a dull thud to your head.

You woke up to a loud buzzing in your ears and an uncomfortable tightness in your wrists. You were tied to a chair. Ankles, too. The lights were dim, warm. The air smelled of lavender... and metal. It didn’t take long to realize: this was a basement.

Then you saw him.

He knelt in front of you, smiling—just like he used to.

“Finally awake, sleepyhead,” he whispered, like everything was normal.

He gently caressed your cheek with his knuckles. The touch sent a shiver down your skin.

Fear grew inside you. Your vision blurred. Tears welled up.

“Shh... don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears. “It didn’t have to end like this, you know? But you made me do it, darling.”

His fingers traced the side of your neck slowly.

“Who told you to look at things you weren’t supposed to? To snoop?”

He stood and walked behind you. You felt his breath at your ear.

“But it’s okay... I forgive you. Just because you’re the love of my life.”

He came back into view, crouched down to your level, and smiled. That twisted, sickeningly sweet smile.

“From now on, I’m going to keep you here. With me... forever.”

He lifted your chin with two fingers. His gaze locked on yours—so intense it felt like it could reach into your soul.

“Do you like that idea? Just you and me, my love. No one else. Ever again.”

And without waiting for a reply, he leaned in. His lips met yours—soft at first, almost reverent... but then it turned hungry. Desperate. A wet, possessive kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth without resistance.

You felt trapped. Not just physically. Emotionally, too. Because deep down, a small part of you shivered at that kiss. Even though you knew it was wrong.

When he pulled away, he looked at you with gleaming eyes. His thumb brushed across your lips—now red and wet.

“You’re never going to leave. You know that, right?”

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Cater Diamond x reader

Synopsis: Cater invites you to a picnic to upload photos together to Magicam, but what starts as a fun outing ends up being the perfect moment to confess your feelings. Does he feel the same way?

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

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♡ It all starts with Cater suggesting a picnic day so he can post some cute photos with you on Magicam. A red-and-white checkered blanket, snacks, and the two of you together… everything is perfect.

♡ The location is somewhere far from the hustle and bustle—quiet, beautiful, and filled only with the sound of birds singing. You carefully spread out the blanket, brush away the dry leaves that fell from the trees, and smooth out the wrinkles. Meanwhile, Cater takes the food out of the basket and snaps a few photos of how everything looks to post later.

♡ You both sit down and start chatting about Magicam trends, funny stories, school… everything and nothing at once. Time passes, and the sun begins to warm your faces. You take photos together and laugh, enjoying each other’s company.

♡ At some point, without realizing it, silence falls between you as you sit side by side watching the sunset. Cater rests his head on your shoulder, and you glance at him. The sunlight bathes his face, letting you take in every detail: the way his lashes flutter when he blinks, the red diamond-shaped mark on his cheek… but what stands out most are his green eyes, glowing like precious gems. You had to admit it—Cater wasn’t just someone you liked. You liked him a lot. But… did he feel the same way?

♡ You’re caught up in your thoughts until his voice gently pulls you back—he’s asking if you’re okay, smiling at you. You nod, a little embarrassed.

♡ You start talking again, and at some point, without you even noticing, he gently takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers. You glance down, blushing. Your eyes meet for a few seconds, but then he looks away, clearly flustered. A soft giggle escapes you—it's not every day you see the king of Magicam nervous, without his usual confident charm.

“You know... I really like spending time with you, Cater.”

♡ He looks at you, a bit surprised by your sudden words, but then he smiles. Not like the smiles he puts on for Magicam. This one is different—sincere, warm. The kind of smile that tells you everything without needing to say a word.

♡ You move closer, until you're face to face. You might regret this later… but there’s no better moment to speak your heart.

“I have something to tell you,” you say, nervously playing with a strand of your hair. “I don’t know how you’re going to take it, but I just hope nothing changes between us…”

♡ Cater looks at you, a small knowing smile on his lips. He gently squeezes your hand, encouraging you to keep going.

“Um… What I want to say is… I love you,” you stammer. “You’re really special to me, and I understand if maybe you don’t fee—”

♡ You don’t get to finish. Cater suddenly pulls your hand, making you fall onto him. You’re about to speak again, but he hushes you with a soft kiss on the lips.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that!” he says with a bright laugh. “You have no idea how happy you make your Cay Cay every single day.” He hugs you tightly, rubbing his cheek against yours with pure joy.

♡ Then he takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls you close for a selfie. He kisses your cheek just before snapping the photo. You both look at each other and smile.

“You don’t know how much all of this means to me…” he says after a pause, looking down. “Sometimes I feel like I have to pretend everything’s okay for everyone else. But when I’m with you… I don’t. I can just be myself, because I know you won’t judge me.” His hand gently caresses your cheek. “I love you.”

♡ The sunset wraps the two of you in golden light. No more words are needed. Cater closes his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he isn’t wondering if someone’s capturing this moment on camera. Because the only thing that matters… is that you’re here.

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Yandere Femboy x Reader

Warnings: emotional manipulation, bullying, obsessive possessive behavior, emotional dependency, toxic relationships.

Aiden was always perfect.

You knew it from the first day he sat next to you in class, deliberately dropped his pencil case, and said with a bright smile, “Oh, can you grab that for me? I’m so clumsy!”

From that moment on, you were stuck to him like you had no choice. But the truth is, you didn’t want one.

Aiden was addictive.

You never realized when he stopped being just a friend and became a light that followed you everywhere. He’d wake you up with voice messages at 7 a.m.:

“Good morning! Time to wake up! You look tired today… did you dream about me, or did you cry because I wasn’t by your side?”

And even though he said it jokingly, there was always something more. A pause. A “laugh” that didn’t sound amused.

He bought you things you never asked for. He took photos of you without you noticing. He introduced you as “his favorite person” to others—but if you so much as talked to someone else, he’d go silent and serious for hours.

Once, you told him you liked someone. Just as a joke, to see how he’d react. And he smiled. Not a nice smile.

A small, tight-lipped smile with a clenched jaw. You could feel his gaze drilling into you. He slung his arm around your shoulders and said,

“Glad you have some hope. But no one’s ever going to love you like I do, right?”

Then he kissed your cheek, hard. You could still feel the smear of his lipstick afterwards.

After that day, something changed.

Aiden wouldn’t let you walk home alone, even if you lived close by. He always had a reason. That he was just passing by. That he wanted to talk. That you looked sad.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than I know myself.”

He’d send you pictures of his meals, his outfits, even his bed.

“I miss when you used to sleep over… you haven’t come by in forever” He’d say it with cute emojis. But it never felt cute.

And when you started talking to that other person—the one you only shared classwork with—Aiden’s gestures became even softer. Sweeter. More perfect.

But the messages didn’t.

One night, you found one that said:

“So that’s what you’re into now? God, how basic. Did you seriously lower yourself like that? I wonder how long he’ll be interested once he realizes it takes you HOURS to reply.”

You didn’t answer. And the next day, that person never looked you in the eyes again.

You didn’t get it at first.

You thought it was a coincidence. That people were just busy. That the weird comments were misunderstandings. That canceled plans were just bad timing.

Until you noticed how people looked at you— With a mix of pity, discomfort… and distance.

Aiden, on the other hand, was shining more than ever. Surrounded by people. Smiling radiantly. Speaking in that sweet, angelic way that made everything sound like poetry.

“Don’t tell her I said anything, okay? I’m just… worried. She’s been acting so strange lately.”

A soft laugh. A touch on someone’s arm. A downcast look, like he was really hurting.

And that was all it took. A sad little smile and a concerned tone. Everyone believed him.

He was so beautiful. So perfect it felt unreal. But without a doubt—he was the best at playing the victim.

And you, without even realizing it, started to lose everything.

One by one, people drifted away. They stopped texting back. They avoided you in the hallways.

But Aiden was always there to comfort you.

“Poor thing… Nobody wants to talk to you anymore? That’s so cruel. But it’s okay, you don’t need them. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

He’d say that while brushing a tear from your cheek with his soft palm, that delicate smile of his making him look like an angel who had just fallen from heaven.

And even if you tried to connect with others, to get away from him… You knew deep down— You would always end up back in your best friend’s arms.