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YANDERE FARMER X READER PT. 3

A/N///: OK Ik I said I would finish this before July(cue July 7th) but I just want to let y’all know, Mira’s been dealing with a lot lately. I won't bore you with the details because TANNER’S BACK!!! YAYYYYYY

TW//: this time no smut🫡. Um some angst, Dale still hates you, you're more closer to mom and sis now, fluff, Tanner gets to eat REAL FOOD.

I NEEDA BIG BOI I NEEDA BIG BOI I NEEDA BIG BOIIIIII

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In the morning, you woke up. Feeling no bulky arms wrapped around you, you realized Tanner had woken up early. So you surveyed the bathroom—no Tanner. Your nose would take in the musty smell of your body. Last night was the first time in forever you had passionate, feral sex with someone. Sex that resulted in you smelling like the act. You needed a bath, and to brush your teeth, sex was in your mouth as well.

As you were showering, you reminisced last night. A night that will never leave your head, even when you're long gone from the Jefferson residence. It was as if Tanner had entered your bath and head. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, your skin itching as you thought about him some more. What have you done to me, Tanner? You asked yourself, stifling the urge to touch yourself to his ghostly presence.

“Tanner,” you said as the steamy water beat your chest. You couldn't resist the temptation.

After you finished your shower, you dressed yourself in some comfortable clothes. You knew how hot it would be today, so you opted to wear shorter clothes. Your boots from the night before, you put on. Before you exit your room, you gather all of the bedding, bunching it up later, when the Jeffersons are gone, and wash it. You were hopeful that none of them knew what went on last night. Leaving your bedroom, you were startled by Amelia.“Good morning, Y/n!” She spoke in a sing-song tone. I hope she didn't hear me in the shower.

“Oh, good morning, Mrs. Amelia.”

“The boys are out, so it’s just you, me, and Eliza. Would you like to help me with breakfast?”

“Of course,” your feet took you out of the threshold, following Amelia into the kitchen. Elizabeth waited for you to emerge from the hall, greeting you when she saw your face. You bid your good mornings to the younger girl.

“Ok ma’am, what are we going to cook this morning?”

“We’re making biscuits and sausage gravy. The kid’s favorite.”

“Oh, it’s so good Y/n, the biscuits aren't dry and the gravy melts in your mouth,” Elizabeth adds, mixing the bowl of biscuit batter.

“I bet it is. So what will I be doing?” Amelia gave you the pan to grease for the biscuits. “First you will grease the pan, then I’ll promote you to gravy duty, okay Ms. Y/n?”

“That sounds good, ma’am,”

Meanwhile, Tanner drove Dale to the doctors. Unfortunately for Dale, he accidentally stepped on an infected nail that Douglas brought in. So Tanner offered to drive him to the doctor’s office. Tension was high between the father and son.

“Dad?” The atmosphere was thick with conflicted feelings. Dale was still indifferent from the other day. In his mind, he knew he had heard his son say that he loved you. And he knew you were in there, but there was little proof besides Tanner sounding as though he was talking to you. Of course, he couldn't deny your own words, you claiming you were in bed when Tanner was bathing in the bathroom. But it doesn't add up.

“Tanner? Be honest with me. What were you doing in that woman’s bathroom?” Dale asks, not making eye contact with his son. He was too ashamed to lock eyes with his child.

Tanner rolled his eyes, though his eyes were locked firmly on the road, he saw the look of disappointment and desperation on his dad’s face from his peripheral vision. Deep down, he wanted to be blunt and tell him, just to get a reaction from the older man. But his Dad has already gone through enough, so he spared him the details.

“I had her run a bath for me because there was a spider on me and my nerves were acting up.”

“You had her run a bath. What’s next?”

“You don't want to know.” A smirk tugged at Tanner’s blush lips.

“Frankly, I don't, but I also don't want this to be swept under the rug. What was she doing in there with you?”

“We…we had sex,”

———

“What? That's not true at all.” You giggled at Amelia’s response.

“Are you sure honey? Because this gravy tastes so amazing!” Amelia complimented, taking another spoonful of the white gravy. She had her other hand underneath the spoon as she ambulated over to her daughter and allowed her to taste the concoction.

Elizabeth tasted the sauce, and her eyebrows rose when the gravy’s seasonings dispersed on her taste buds. “This is so freaking good Y/n. Are you sure you're not a chef?”

“No, not really. Back at home, I normally order takeout after work. I should get back into the groove of cooking, it’s healthier.”

“Tanner would love this honey! Oh, he’s been raving about you since you’ve arrived.” Amelia gushed, taking your hands into hers. You weren't confused by her response, of course, your little boy toy has been yapping about you to his mama. But you wanted to ask, “What do you mean by that?” just to hear more about the things he has said about you.

“Oh honey,” Amelia shook her head, a smile caused her smile lines to show, “my baby’s been chirpin’ about you to us since before you came along.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth butts in, “anytime he talks, he’ll bring up you: “oh this is Y/n’s favorite food”, “Y/n said something like that before,” Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”

You were flattered. Your hand found its way to your chest as you felt your heartbeat from the revelation. “Oh, that’s so cute!” My baby, such a nerd to me. You thought, your mind instantly picturing Tanner, is there with you. Oh, how you missed him. Amelia and Elizabeth were giggling as your cheeks were rosy from thinking about him. As you hid your face, you heard the front door open.

“Hey y’all,” Speak of the devil, the devil with a wicked farmer’s tan.

“Hey Tanner, hi Dad.” Elizabeth greeted, shoving the biscuits into the oven.

“So the doctor's office was closed. We’re going to try again later.” Tanner responds, walking up to you so he could snake his thick arm around your waist.

“How’s your morning gorgeous?” he asked, pecking your forehead.

“It’s going great, getting better with you here,” you spoke softly, earning a giggle from both Tanner and Amelia.

“Cooking something?” He asked, rubbing your back with his hand. “Yeah, we're making biscuits and gravy.”

“No way, I love biscuits and gravy. I have no doubt it tastes just as delicious as my mother's recipe.” Tanner leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Probably even more delicious.” You could sense his strong hand creeping towards your backside. Playfully, you swatted it away, giggling at his reaction. When you turned around to focus on the kitchen, you caught wind of Dale’s devilish scowl. You gave him a warm smile, one that he would roll his eyes slightly at and walk away from.

“Just ignore him, he has a nail up his toe.” Tanner chuckled, ignoring the loud, peeved noise Dale made while he sat at the dining table.

Together, you and Amelia handed plates to the kids and Dale. Amelia gave you a big plate to pass to Dale. When you gave him the platter, he scowled at you. Dale would shove the plate away from him, stand up from his chair, and limp up the stairs. Everyone eyed him, then you. Amelia furrowed her eyebrows at you, then at her son. Elizabeth called for her dad to come back, only to be ignored.

“Did I do something wrong?” You muttered, setting Tanner’s plate down, then turning to leave. Before you could walk away, he snaked his arm around your torso and yanked you to his lap. All of your concerns for Dale went on hold when you felt Tanner’s nose nuzzle your neck. His blonde locks tickled your jaw and face. Maybe it was stupid to be worried about Tanner’s dad. Maybe stop?

“Why worry about him? He’s just a grumpy old man.” Tanner said in a teasing tone, cutting up a biscuit before leading it to your mouth. You glimmered at him, “I got a plate, y’know.”

He didn’t seem to care as he shoved the biscuit into your mouth. Slowly retract the fork from your lips. Seeing the smirk on his lips, you could tell he was enjoying this. You chew the piece before swallowing it. Instantly regretted underestimating your cooking skills.

Tanner cut another piece and ate it. When he swallowed his food, he eagerly swayed his head side to side, chewing on it until he gulped as he swallowed it. “It’s so good, babe.” He spoke, not waiting to shove some more into his mouth.

“Tanner, slow down, honey, you don’t want to start hiccuping now,” Amelia says, whisking the gravy while she stood beside her little timer. You cupped his cheek, and he gazed at you, slowing down his chewing. Your hand lightly smacked his cheek, and you could feel his face turn hot from your actions. You could also feel his leg bounce underneath you. You didn’t take this into consideration, your posture on Tanner’s leg; legs spread out, butt to crotch, all while Elizabeth was sitting across from y’all. Though she was preoccupied with her phone and food, you didn’t want to sit here looking outlandish in front of a 14-year-old. “Tanner, I've got to go.” You pat his shoulder, getting off his thigh and entering the kitchen again. Amelia passed a plate to you, leaning in to tease you again, “I see this is how he’ll feed you on your wedding day.” Amelia, you sly dog.

About three hours later, after Tanner and Dale attempted to go to the doctor’s office again, you poured some water into your water bottle and told Amelia that you were going out for a walk. It was weird to tell Amelia where you were going as you weren’t her kid, nor were you young, but you told her anyway. “Why not wait for Tanner to walk you around? You don’t want to get lost anywhere, dontcha?” Though you assumed she was teasing you again, she was being serious.

“It’s all good, I’ll just go up the road, pass a few stop signs, and head back.”

“Okay, dear, be safe.” She yelled, watching you close the front door and hearing your boots against the wooden floorboards of the porch. You step down the stairs, then walk on the crunched-up leaves and dry grass on the ground. It was a nice day to go out for a walk, clear your mind of Dale’s antics. It still bothered you even though that man really meant nothing to you.

But deep down, he might mean something to you. What if one day, because it is possible, you finally get your car fixed up and you leave? Tanner would obviously try and convince you to let him come home with you, but Dale would freak out. He cares a lot about his first and only son. Tanner and Dale are feuding, it’s plain as day, but why would a dad forbid his kid, his son to be exact, from seeing another girl? One that is…a little older, from a different region of the country, and just popped up out of nowhere, needing a place to stay and her car fixed.

But why do you care? You think Dale is a stick in the mud, an unfair dad who doesn’t allow his kids the freedom to date anyone. Dale probably assumes that you’re the downfall of Tanner. Someone who is already fucked up unfortunately.

While you let your thoughts wander, you saw a massive black Chevy that seemed like a brand new model drive in front of you. You quickly moved into the grass, so you wouldn’t get hit by the driver. The person behind the wheel suddenly stops, rolling his window down. He wore a pair of Oakley sunglasses with an orange tint in the frames. A cheeky smile spread his lips like butter on toast. You could automatically tell that he was checking you out. Oh God.

“Hey lil’ lady, you seem lost. D’ya know where you are going?”

“Yes, I’m just heading out for a walk.” You said as you continued walking. The Oakley sunglasses guy took your word and drove off, leaving you alone in the woods.

—

The door at the house opened. A man, the same man, entered. He gently knocks on the door, “Knock knock! Tanner~where are you, man?”

“Joshua, is that you?” Amelia called, setting the TV remote down to go see who was at the door. When she saw him, she took him in for a hug. The Oakleys' guy, named Joshua, embraced the elder woman.

“Hey, Mrs. Jefferson,”

“Hey, baby, how are you doing today?”

“I’m fine, I was wondering if Tanner was here.” The front door opened, Tanner emerged from outside, immediately seeing Joshua wrapped in his mother’s arms as though he was hers.

“Joshua! What brings you here abruptly?” Tanner asks, shutting the door on his dad accidentally, earning a grunt from the older man.

Joshua slowly steps up to the taller man. With his arms stretched out, he pulls Tanner into an embrace. Tanner hesitated to hug his best friend back. Before he could get the courage to hug him, Joshua retracted from his thick torso. Joshua shook his chest teasingly. While this would’ve made Tanner playfully punch him in biceps, he wasn’t in the mood.

“Ma, where’s Y/n?” He asks, opening the door to see how neat you had the room, bedding back on the bed, your clothes packed up in your suitcase still. You haven't left him yet.

“Oh honey, she went for a walk. I suggested that she wait for you to take her but she insisted on going on her own.” Halfway through her sentence, her son ran outside to his truck.

Joshua trailed behind his best friend. Hopping in the passenger seat while Tanner switched on the ignition. Driving once Joshua had his seatbelt on.

“Where the hell are you going, bro?”

“My girlfriend…”

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“Damn, I really fucked up!” you cursed under your breath. At first, you were walking on a trail, then you decided to walk up a secluded road, daring yourself to see what was at the end. At one moment, you needed to drink some water, that's when a spider that you didn't know was hanging above you decided to fall on your arm, beginning its exploration on your body.

You screamed, smacking and flicking away at your poor arm. Running around the woods trying to shake it off. It continued crawling away from your swatting until you met it on your palm, flicking it off. What's with the bugs in this part of the country?

Screw walking any further! You thought, until…

“Fucking hell, “ You groaned, noticing how you forgot where your trail was back home. And what’s much worse, you dropped your water bottle. Damn girl!

So you decide to stay where you were. For a good long ass five minutes, you walked around in medium circles, hoping your superhero would save you, a damsel in distress.

You know he will come, but you didn't know when. That was, until you heard footsteps behind you. Mid-circle walk, you stopped, once you heard a familiar loud breathing, turning around, you saw him, running up to you with his arms wide open.

“Baby, you—scared the shit out of me, oh God.” he spoke, huffing and puffing while he finally encased you in his arms.

“Oh thank goodness you found me, there was a spider—a black widow I believe—crawling all over me and shit-”

“Why didn't you tell me you were heading out, I could've guided you. You're on private property, we gotta head back to the truck.”

“Thanks for insisting on coming, but I’m a grown woman. I can guide myself with my GPS, thank you very much.”

“Ugh, just come on.” In retrospect, Tanner didn't mean to give you an attitude or roll his eyes. He was just overstimulated.

He turns back, facing Joshua who was stifling a grin while glancing at you.

“What?” Tanner questions, furrowing his eyebrows.

“So this is your girlfriend,”

“I-”You retracted, feeling Tanner’s thick hand firmly grasp your torso.

“Yes.” Just stay silent Y/n.

Joshua merely laughed, turning around to go back to the truck. All three of you would hear one of Tanner’s neighbors call for them, so y’all immediately ran.

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“Oh finally, you kids are back! Here, I have some freshly picked strawberries from grandma!” Amelia sets the bowl of strawberries on the coffee table, unaware of the tension that was unintentionally intentionally brewing at the couch.

You were nearly sandwiched between the two, Tanner on your left, Joshua on your right. Something was up, you couldn't tell what, but it was causing Tanner to behave like a possessive child.

“Hey, so um, why don't y'all hash…whatever this is out and I’ll be in my room.” Your attempts to leave were fruitless, with Tanner holding you with both his hands, and Joshua’s steel-toe boot pressed against your feet. That smile from before, he’s doing it again.

“Y’know, you're really pretty,” he says, scooting closer to you. “So you're Tanner’s girlfriend? Nice to know Tan actually has human feelings for someone.” he teased.

Noticing how you didn’t speak to him at all, Joshua pondered, figuring out what to say next. Then he looked down at your blouse. Next, your shorts, the cutesy embroidery that traced your jean shorts.

“Your shorts are pretty.” He says.

“Oh thank you, I thrifted them.”

“Ah, they don’t look like secondhand clothing. But the designs are adorable.” He says.

“Oh thank you, I had sketched the design and had a friend stitch it in. “

“You‘be gotta hook me up with your friend. My sister’s birthday is soon and she likes this kind of style.” You locked eyes with Joshua. But Joshua wasn’t looking at you, he was watching Tanner. Surveying his facial expressions to see if he’ll crack soon.

Tanner’s face twisted, he attempted to fight off the jealousy that was revealing itself on his face.

Joshua must try harder.

“You seem to not be from here.”

“Yeah I live a few hours away from here.” Y/n says, rubbing Tanner’s thigh with no intention.

“So, you’re with Tanner. Does he treat you right?”

“Of course, he’s an amazing guy.” You cup Tanner’s cheek with your hands, bringing him into this conversation.

“I mean, does he treat you right…in every way?”

“What are you insinuating?”

“Yeah, Joshua, what the hell are you talking about?” Finally he brought his ass into the conversation.

“I’m saying, does he touch you the right way? Make love to you the right way…” Joshua’s hand found solace on your thigh, making you retract from the spot on the couch. However, he pulled you back. From your protector, from safety.

Coming closer to your ear, whispering while his snake eyes were watching Tanner. “Does he fuck you the right way?”

You shove him away. Tanner stood up immediately. Walking to Joshua who was collecting his thoughts from you shoving him.

“Get out!” you yelled. It didn't even matter if this was your house or not.

“You can't kick me out!” All of a sudden, Tanner lifted him from his shirt, yanking him onto his feet.

“Stay away from me and my girlfriend, or I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You won’t do it, you pussy,” Tanner drops Joshua to the ground leaving to go to his Dad’s study. You sit and watch with second hand embarrassment for Joshua. Once Tanner emerged, you jumped, running behind the couch.

Tanner brandished a pistol out of his back pocket. Your eyes dilated with fear. When Joshua looked at him, he too grew fearful of Tanner.

“Joshua get the fuck out of here!” you hiss. He listened, slowly walking in front of Tanner, eyeing him before making a run for it. Once he heard the door open and slam shut, Tanner threw the gun on the couch.

You hid behind the couch, shaking in your boots as he stood there…crying?

“T-Tanner, what’s wrong, honey?”

All you could hear was his cries and a loud thud. He crawled to you, wrapping his husky arms around your torso. Your shoulder was rendered damp from his hot tears.

“I didn't mean to…he was bothering us! W-was I too stern?”

“Stern no, scary…yes.” He continued to sob on your neck.

“I-I didn't mean to-to scare you babe!” he wailed, taking you into his lap like you were his lapdog.

“Honey, you're startling yourself, here, I’ll make you some lunch. What would you like?” Your endeavors at soothing him with a baby voice were successful.

“Can you make me a quesadilla?” he asked. You swore he squeaked in your ear.

Several minutes later, you gave Tanner some tissue to wipe his tears and snot. As you flipped the quesadilla over and over, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you again. Heavy breathing enters your ears.

“Do you need something, honey?”

“I just wanna hug you. I'm sorry for scaring you.”

“It’s fine, just please put the gun back where you put it.” You demand, which wasn't much of a demand considering how scared your tone was.

Tanner gets the gun and goes to stow it away in his dad’s gun safe. It never hit you until now that people here mean business.

When he returns, he rests on your back. “You’re so warm Y/n. So warm and cuddly. For me.” you felt his lips against your cheek. He dwelt on your cheek for a good thirty seconds until you told him that the quesadilla was done cooking.

You allowed him to eat his lunch, sitting across from him as he scarfed down two of his quesadillas. “Y/n,” he says in between bites, “you know I love you right?”

“Uh yeah,” you said in an obvious tone.

“Well you should know, I’ll kill anyone for you.” You froze in your seat.

The air between you snapped tight, like a taut string about to break. His words echoed louder than they should have. Bouncing off the walls of your skull as your blood ran cold in your veins. He glanced up at you, licking his fingers. His not-so-innocent coffee bean irises beamed at you. As if he were daring you to ask if he was bullshiting you.

Then he laughed.

A soft, breathy sound. Not mocking, not quite joyful either. Something in between. It was the kind of laugh that said I meant it. Even if he let you pretend otherwise.

“Relax, I'm only joking.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Unless…you’d like for me to kill.”

“No! Tanner, please cut it out?” Then, he got into a fit of giggles. When he stops laughing, he gets up from his seat, walks to yours, and cups your ass with his arms. Lifting you out of the seat, and over his shoulders.

He turns around and takes you into your room. He ducks under the threshold, making sure you don't get hit by the upper part.

He sets you down, sitting on your bed while pulling you into his embrace.

“I’ve got you something.”

“Please don't let it be a gun?” you mutter.

“Hold your hand out.” You do as you were told, once he gave you whatever gift it was, you felt how light it was. When you opened your eyes, you saw it. It was a somewhat rusty, emerald bracelet with tiny emerald diamonds surrounding the bigger ones.

“Tanner, where did you get this from?” you asked, shocked by its beauty.

“Don't worry about it. It’s for you.” Without hesitation, you clipped the bracelet on your right wrist. You turned your lamp on to see the diamonds better.

“It’s so gorgeous honey.”

“Anything for my wife.”

“Wife? Okay husband.” You teased. Only this time, you weren't aware that he was serious.

“In all seriousness, I feel so lucky having you Tanner. I love you.”

“I love you too baby,”

#fanfiction #yandere headcanons #yandere fluff #male yandere #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #light smut #you can't see it #ao3 #fem reader #tanner is like humongous bruh #Tanner Jefferson #Tanner my Oc

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mydrink-n-my2step · 2 months ago

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Guys, I'm sorry for the delay. Yandere Farmer will come out before July starts. I just need to get my shit together and continue writing.

#fanfiction #yandere smut #yandere farmer #male yandere #smut #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #fem reader

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mydrink-n-my2step · 2 months ago

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AO3 IS DOWN!!!!! CALL YOUR MAMA’S, ALERT SAMUEL ADAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mydrink-n-my2step · 2 months ago

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Hi,

I started this fanfic writing challenge to further advance my writing career at an early stage. Blah blah blah, I have figured, I need some ideas to write for my yandere characters.

Would anyone like to suggest some ideas for me to write?

NOW,

I don’t write most kinks. Such as urine or poo-poo. That’s not me. I ALSO, don’t write incest or r4pe. That’s also not me. It shouldn’t be entertaining, those two “subgenres” that’s gross. VERY

Anywayyyy

If you like to send suggestions, I opened my asks. I’ll try to answer your responses promptly and your stories before the week ends.

#yandere smut #fanfiction #male yandere #smut #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #ao3 #fem reader

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mydrink-n-my2step · 2 months ago

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YANDERE SLUT FARMER X TWITCH STREAMER READER : Part 2

A/N//: OMG!!! I've been tryin my hardest to write some good ol' smut, but I haven't written any smut since May of last year!!! Oh I hope this is as good as the first fanfic. But I tried, and that's great! Everyone's favorite farm boy is finally gonna get laid!

Shoutout to @sweet-flowering. I genuinely don't know how to tag, but this is for you <3

TW//: Exhibitionism, Tanner's a slut, you slowly fall in love with him, (you catch him in his barn neked ;)), Smut, P in V action, pronebone (SEARCH IT UP), protective sex, foreplay, oral, fem. receiving, misogynistic comments(Tanner needs new friends.)

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Dale wasn’t having any of it.

Seeing his son exit the guestroom in only a towel, unaware of his disgruntled father watching him while he had piping hot black coffee in his hand. His hand jolted, twitching with disgust, seeing his son behave so erratically, so sinfully. And you, a visitor, are plaguing his mind with lewd thoughts. He’d seen the gazes Tanner bestow on you. You may not know those lewd and romantic stares, but Dale did! And he wasn’t having any of it!

Dale knocked on your door. He knows you’re in there, and he hates it! “Ms. Y/n, I need to have a word with you!”

“Dale, what is going on, honey?” Amelia questions, entering her house from the garage.

“You need to talk to your son! He’s acting all weird again.”

“Dale, he’s an adult now, you need to stop babying him. Now what’s wrong?”

You had opened the door. You were wearing only a nightgown. Dale instantly grew embarrassed, seeing you in your clothes, which were so intimate. He had covered his eyes, and a bright pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Jefferson?” You noticed his red face. “You look a little red?”

“I-um, Ms. Y/n, please see me in the dining room?” You knew that tone, so he knows. “Yes, sir, give me five minutes.” You said, closing the door on him.

“Dale, he’s 20 years old, stop treating him like he’s 5!” Amelia hissed, walking side to side with her husband, who tried to ignore her. As a father, it was his responsibility to keep his kids away from harm. Even if it was packaged as a guest or friend. But what if the so-called harm was within the family?

For years, Dale had tried to shape his son into a faithful, upright man. As a devout member of his church, he saw it as his responsibility to instill his beliefs in his children—especially Tanner, who had always resisted authority, even as a boy. There were times, in Tanner’s younger years, when Dale would stumble upon moments that didn’t align with his expectations—sneaking out, secret romances, late-night parties. Tanner, however, has always hidden parts of himself. But when the mask slips, even briefly, the truth of who he is comes into full view.

“Sir?” Your reply carried a submissive tone, reminiscent of a child who had found themselves in a situation of disapproval from a parent. Dale had gestured for you to sit across from him. You could tell by his stern gaze that he knew what was going on. Then you were seated, preparing yourself for a lecture from a parental figure.

“Y/n, I appreciate your presence; it has brought this family great joy seeing Tanner come out of his shell. However, I know what you’re doing and need you to stop. I’m saying this because I care for you, stay away from Tanner. If he talks to you, that’s fine, but anything else, steer clear of him. He is not what he seems to be.”

Your naive ass decided to ask, “Is there something I should know Mr. Dale?” Something was wrong for your father to talk negatively about you. Before he could open his mouth and talk badly about his son, both of you heard a sneeze from the stairs. You could hear boots step down the stairs, sauntering to you. When the walking halts, you feel a hand ease up your shoulder.

“Am I interrupting something?” His inquiry did not sound like one, more like a stern statement. His voice was low like he didn’t approve of what was said about him. Tanner pulls a chair out so he can sit next to you. When you looked back at Dale, he was fuming, yes, but at the same time, you could see the fear in his eyes. He was scared? And now it’s scaring you. You didn’t want to look Tanner in the eyes, his soft ebony eyes that he locked your soul in while you were giving him a handjob. Now a stark reminder that you were in the midst of turmoil.

Dale sighs, rubbing his fingers against his thick mustache. He had adjusted his hat, his messy wavy chestnut hair falling against his forehead. “What was he doing in your room?” He asks you, pinching his nose while looking directly at his son.

“He was showering, I was just listening to music.” You lied, and when you lie, your voice becomes high-pitched. Luckily, Dale didn’t know that fact.

“Is it true, son?” Tanner nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Dale. “I need words boy!”

“I was only showering in the guest room. Y/n wasn’t aware and tried to kick me out, okay dad!” Tanner lied, rolling his eyes at his father.

“Don’t give me no attitude, boy!” You looked at Tanner, who gave you a strong glance. It cut you like that knife the other night, but deep down, you assumed he wasn’t too mad. You were right.

“Dale cut it out! Now, whatever our son and Y/n were doing in that room is none of your business! He’s fucking 20 for Christ's sake!” Amelia cursed in the living room. It was rare for her to curse at her husband.

Now Dale directed his attention to his wife, leaving the room to go banter with her. You felt guilty for having your host yell at you. Scared that you would get kicked out. Now I want to stay? Oh my God! You thought, holding your head in your hands. Then Tanner nudged your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“What’s wrong? You’re really scared of my Dad?” He asked, smirking at you like a sinister little devil. His eyes watching you like Lucifer himself.

“Um yeah! I don’t want to get in trouble with your family, Tanner!” You scolded, and now he was a little concerned with your outburst.

“Don’t worry about that old bat, he’ll get angry if you change the football channel. I promise you, he’s not someone to be afraid of.”

“I should’ve just ignored you the other night.” You muttered, groaning while you pinched your nose. Tanner only laughed, standing up to leave, “Like they always say, it was fate that brought us here.” He said, shaking your shoulders.

“If you need me, I’ll be milking the cows.” He yelled, opening the front door and leaving.

———

You were worried. Scared even. You were getting in trouble with Dale and his son doesn’t give a damn. Tanner’s adding fuel to Dale’s explosive fire. But you noticed something, Dale seemed to fear Tanner. Tanner, his flesh and blood that he raised for 20 years. He is afraid of him. There must be something about Tanner that instilled fear into his dad.

You were disturbed by what was lurking inside Tanner, which could cause his dad to feel powerless over him. It made you want to avoid him, to leave abruptly. Take your things, hitchhike, and never return to the Jeffersons' manor again. But a notification on your phone told you otherwise.

Unknown Number:

Y/nnnn, get dressed, I want to take you to meet my friends 🙂

“How the hell did he get my number?” You were going to investigate but decided you too needed a bath. You were still only wearing a nightgown.

_________

When you emerged from the guest room, you wore a sundress that stopped at your knees, ivory, with a little design on the hem, and a pair of steel-toe boots that you ordered from the Boot Barn weeks prior. To assimilate with the rural area you were in. Now you were going to find Tanner. You grabbed your sun visor and exited the house. Apparently, Tanner had also shared his location with you. He was only half a mile away from the house. So you head west, where the blue barn with a rusty roof was. It was a brisk walk, you felt as though you had completed a quarter of your steps for the day. Once you reached the barn, you noticed Tanner had discarded his t-shirt on the dirt pathway. Your eyes trailed to his jeans, he left them on the ground? Then you heard something, Oh Fuck!

You were standing in the middle of the large barn doors when your eyes wouldn’t leave Tanner’s buttocks. He was flexing in the back of the barn, the light shining on him like he was a nude angel. The cows and goats had ignored him, mooing and baaing as they ate. Tanner was feeling himself, touching his pectoral muscle, rubbing his leg as his hand was dangerously close to his half-erect penis, and posing in front of what seemed to be his phone. Though this wasn’t the first time(or last) that you’ve seen him in all of his glory, you could feel your stomach acid surge up your esophagus. The saliva in your mouth increased its flow as you turned around and gagged. As you were struggling to throw up, Tanner heard, running to you still naked to pat on your back. You were dry-heaving, praying that what was coming up would get out of your system. When it didn’t, you started to cough, choke on saliva even.

Then, Tanner ran to his father’s fridge by the milk station. Normally, it would house some beers, but Amelia wanted to make sure Tanner or Dale weren’t drinking on the job. So there were water bottles in there. Tanner grabs a hold of two, taking it to you and opening them. You took the opened bottle the best way you could, chugging water down your esophagus. When you were situated, He grabbed his clothes and started dressing himself.

“What…the fuck, Tanner?” You questioned, broken-up words only formed as you tried to talk.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/n! I didn’t know you would come here.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked in a soft tone, trying not to upset your now throbbing head. You saw how embarrassed he truly was. Or was he fronting? You honestly couldn’t tell. Either way, his heart was beating out of his chest, and he was hurrying to put his clothes back on. His phone propped on a block of hay and the barn wall tipped over. Now You are terrified. A sex freak has taken you to his house. You’ve touched him, and he has feelings for you. You’re doomed.

“Y/n? Y/n, I know you're confused, and I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!” Now he was on the ground, clutching your waist. His pants were nearly halfway down, you could see his erection imprinted on his jeans. Oh my goodness!

“Tanner, hon it's okay, I'm ok now.” You half lied. If anything, you wanted to run and tell Dale and Amelia.

“Are you sure? I know you were about to throw up.” He sniffed, snot running down his nose.

“Yeah,” you console, tilting his chin up. Tanner had calmed his tears. He wiped them away, then rested his face against your belly.

“Tanner,”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“Get up.” You sternly said. Tanner stood to his feet. His bare feet crunching the hay on the ground. “Okay, now, how did you get my phone number?”

“I have an iPhone too. I just pressed the screens together.”

“So you didn’t go through my phone?”

“I don’t know your password, but, since we’re getting closer,” he responded, pulling you closer into his arms, “we’re allowed to share each other’s passwords.”

“No, we’re not close. I don’t want to be close with you, I just want to go home!” He rolled his eyes, he’s rolling his fucking eyes at me?

“Okay, well, I’ll take your word for it,” he says, walking out of the barn. Out of the blue, you could hear Benson Boone’s music. Oh God! You noticed he still hasn’t put on his boots, and that his friends are pulling up. What the hell was he doing just sitting on the hay bales?

You picked up his boots, taking them to him while he was still sitting. He thanked you, sliding them on one at a time. Suddenly, a dirty red Ford pulled up in front of y’all. In there, you estimated that there were seven people in the truck. I suppose these people don’t give a fuck about their lives.

“Tanner! What’s taking you so long! Hop yo’ ass in the back!” The driver yelled, throwing a beer at Tanner’s chest.

“And bring that piece of ass with ya!” Then there was a series of laughter and screaming. You groaned out loud, Why am I put in this situation?! You thought your scowl spoke for itself. Knowing how Tanner is and now his friends, you felt as though you threw yourself into a pit of disgusting country bumpkins. Speaking of Tanner, you felt Tanner’s callous hand on your back, bringing you back to your tranquility.

“Ignore them, they're just being dicks.” He consoled you. One of the only times he’s been serious. You were a little regretful of believing he would egg on his friends.

He hops into the truck’s trunk. When he was in, he opened the trunk’s gate, pulling you onto his lap. For a moment, the two of you exchanged silent stares, and the ruby blush had dusted his cheeks. You had forgotten that twenty minutes ago, he was crying because you caught him naked in a barn.

It wasn't until, without warning, the guy on the steering wheel had pressed the gas pedal, causing you to accidentally fall on top of Tanner. Your tooth scratched his bottom lip, causing a gash that wasn’t too serious to postpone the event(not like y’all could leave now). Luckily, Tanner had some tissue on him. Of course, he did.

The girl that was sitting in front of you inside of the truck had opened the truck’s back window, showing her face. She had freckles that dusted her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun by a green ribbon. She had extended her arm out of the window to introduce herself.

“Hi, there stranger, my name’s Leticia.” You took her hand, shaking it. “Y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Are you Tanner’s girlfriend?” She asks, causing the boy right next to her to turn and look at you.

“Um, it’s complicated,” you said. And honestly, it was complicated. First, you were jerking him off, now you’re saying you will never get close to him. How complicated can you get?

“Ah, I see, well, have fun back there, don’t go too crazy.” She says, closing the window.

“Tanner, are you okay, hon?” You noticed he was still dabbing the napkin against his lip. You took it out of his hand, pressing hard on his lip.

“Honey, you’re gonna have to press down on it to give it some pressure. It’ll stop the bleeding.”

“Y/n, what do you mean by it’s complicated?” His voice has softened, yet he sounds confused.

“I just…I don’t know. Do I like this thing we’re doing, or not?”

“Well, I like you. And I want you to know what you want, 'cause I already know.” He says, holding onto your waist, not to touch you, but to keep you secure when his friend hits a bump on the road.

“Are you patient?” You asked.

“No, not really.” He replies with no thought.

“Just give me a few days, when I see you again, I’ll let you know.”

——————-

The guy on the steering wheel stops by a local restaurant. And good for you, because your appetite has come back. You were hoping the establishment would have tap pay because you left your wallet in your room. When you entered, and asked the waiter, they told you no.

Tanner heard(of course) and offered to pay for your food. You thanked him, offering to pay him back when you got home, but he refused. Saying you were okay and that he was okay with you. Okay? You would come to find out that, out of everyone in Tanner’s entourage, including you, you were the only one legally allowed to drink. You and another guy, who was allergic to alcohol. Bummer. So you were bombarded all night by his bitch of friends to buy drinks. If you declined, you weren't gonna go to jail tonight, tomorrow, or ever!

You suppose this was going to be your dinner. A medium rare burger with steak fries and a Modelo. Something you weren’t expecting or proud of but didn’t care. You were still disgusted by Tanner’s friends. How could someone hang out with such vile, detestable people? The girl who looked like Wendy's mascot agreed with your resentment.

“Sure, Tanner seems like an independent guy,” she continued, drinking her mocktail, “but in reality, he’s kind of a pushover.“

“Oh?” That was all you said; you sat there and allowed her to talk. Talk about how dependent and docile he could be. You weren’t aware of how shy-natured he was, being that he normally bothers you a lot. The girl, whose name was Dana, would tell you about how much of a loner your Tanner was. Often ditched his friends to go play with his animals at the FFA club (Future Farmers of America).

He was kind of a mama’s boy before being introduced to you and your streams. No wonder why Amelia never scolded him. He had her wrapped around his fingers. He knew how kindhearted she was so whenever Dale would lecture him, she would be at his rescue. This was something that was said by Dana,

a girl who, besides you, was the only girl Tanner had invited to his house. The result of conservative parenting and losing interest in other girls.

“Really?”

“Yeah, and he doesn’t “have time” for girlfriend stuff. He would be too busy talking about some Twitch Streamer or whatever.” You. He would talk about you to his friends? Though you were a little weirded out, even cringing, you were also flattered. You so enamored him that he rejected the idea of spending time with his friends and having relationships. It reminded you of what Elizabeth said the first night you came over.

“He’s too shy around people.” Or does he purposefully push people away because he thinks you would show up in his life (which you did) unannounced and offer to be his girlfriend? Yeah, sure. Any possibilities could be right, and it intrigued you. What would a boy from the country want with a city girl, so badly, that he pushes people away for your attention? And if you hadn’t met him on the side of the road, would you still be brought to his life, or would he come to you? Like a hungry, lonesome tiger traveling thousands of miles for his tigress? You wouldn’t know for long.

After the get-together ended, it was time for y’all to head back. The guy who drove you and Tanner back home thanked you for having Tanner quote one quote, “come out of his shell again.” You didn’t care about what else he was talking about. He claimed that Tanner would lock you down one day, or he would put a ring on your finger before the year ends. Just utter bullshit from someone who called you a “piece of ass” hours ago. You wouldn’t let that go, and honestly, why would you?

Tanner unlocks his house door, allowing you in first. “Hey, we’re back!” Tanner called, “Hey!” He called some more. Something had caught your eye. It was a note on the foyer table. You picked it up, “Hey y’all, we’ll be out for a few hours. Our church is having a food drive. Dinner’s on the stove. Be back at 8! Love, Mom.” You recite.

“So, I guess we’re alone for a few hours,” Tanner says, walking in front of you. Removing his hat, ran his fingers through his wavy hair, and he then turned to look at you, only you were gone. You had entered your room while he was feeling himself. It was late, and you just wanted to turn in, still full from dinner. Though he was somewhat content to have time with his friends, he wanted to spend the rest of the night with you.

Meanwhile, you heard a knock on the door. You opened it. Tanner wraps his arms around you. You could feel his warmth, the sweat that he worked up from roughhousing with his friends. It took you a second to notice that you were being pushed away from your door. Hands-on your ass, you were lifted into the air. Taken to your bed, gently laying you down. He got on top of you, removing his t-shirt to wipe his sweat off his face with said shirt.

“I miss you,” he whispered.

“Tanner, what’s up with you? You’ve seen me all day.” You asked, a teasing tone in your voice. This has become pretty common for Tanner to hold you as if you were his but never has he picked you up and placed you on the bed. You wanted to believe he was teasing you again, but you knew good and well what was up, especially when he allowed his fingers to caress your cheeks. Or when his thigh pushed your dress up, remaining against your clothed vagina.

“I want you, I can’t wait any longer, I need you, Y/n.” he groaned, his thumb caressing your cheek, rubbing it oh-so gently.

“Tanner, what if your family comes back?” you asked, genuinely concerned. You didn't want his loving family to walk in on y’all having sex, or whatever y’all were inching to do. Tanner got up from the bed. He walked to the door, locking the door knob so no one would open it.

“It’s fine, no one will know, this is between us and the four walls only.” He came back to his spot on the bed, taking your arms and hovering them above your head. He had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before getting up to pull them off.

When he was only in his boxers, the ones that hugged his ass and dick so pleasingly, he noticed you sitting up to look at his goods. “You have a nice body, have you noticed that?” you ask.

He chuckled, and you knew how shy he was getting. His little celebrity crush told him he looked good. He was eating it up. Just like he will be eating you up. You volunteered to pull your panties down for him, yet he was quick to take them off, almost like a hungry, horny vampire. “Be patient, honey,” you spoke with a sweet saccharine tone. So he would pull them down with patience. Then he would start devouring.

When his lips made contact with your clit, you nearly jolted from the touch. Closing your legs as a response. Tanner pried them open with his man hands to continue. Something in you made you feel embarrassed for your reaction, and he would remind you of that later.

As his lips found your swollen bean, kissing it with aching tenderness before sucking it into the heat of his mouth, a shudder rippled through you. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, each flick sending sparks down your spine. You couldn’t help but grind against his face, chasing the pleasure he coaxed from you with every hungry pull of his mouth, every teasing swirl of his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his messy hair, anchoring yourself as your hips moved in rhythm with his touch, desperate and raw, needing more.

Every touch felt like heaven. You felt hot and steamy from this man’s foreplay. And it had you thinking, maybe you should soften up to him. Not because he’s so good at oral, but because he’s the only guy that cares. Of course, he could be love bombing you at this moment to keep you close, but who knows? All that mattered was the thick pink fingers he was shoving inside of you. One at a time, he prodded his index and middle fingers into your vagina. Slowly teasing you.

Look at how he watches you, in the midst of severe feral arousal, he had a caring visage. Like he knows that he should go slow with his girlfriend. You knew that look. Your former boyfriend had that look on the first night, your first night. You belonged to Tanner now, somewhat. And you felt that he would take care of you. Accept it, leaving will cause a stab in your heart and pussy.

Tanner could feel you coming near to your orgasm, he could hear it in your voice as well. So he picked up the pace, both with his tongue flicking your pearl and his now slimy fingers going faster and faster on your poor girl. He licked the sensitive part of your pearl, then you orgasmed. Your face had contorted from his pleasure, mouth wide open as you screamed. Your jaw is throbbing from keeping it open too long. When you were finishing moaning, he was about to leave your mouth when you forced him back, making him lick once more as you rode out your high. Now, you were done. And now you can let go of him.

As he got up from the floor, he laughed. Oh, so everything is a joke now? “What’s so funny?” You asked, sitting up from your position. He didn’t respond, only climbing into bed gently to not cause himself to cum. From the looks of it, he looks like he was close to cumming his damn self. He sat on your hips, still rubbing himself. You stayed silent so you could hear his whimpers. He was killing you, JUST PUT IT IN NOW! Your horny side cried.

“Don’t move,” You spoke, rummaging through your purse to find a nearly old condom. You noticed he had scowled at the packaged rubber before fixing his face to let you know he was ready. “I’ll put it on,” you said, tearing it open with your manicured nails. You shoved it on his thick, pink shaft, and already, he was leaking precum. He had covered his mouth as he moaned. Oh hell no.

“You were laughing b’fore, what’s wrong now?” You teased, smacking your hand against his cock, causing him to gasp(and nearly cum in his draws.) He had pushed you back against the covers, resting his hand in yours, interlocking them. “Now, why would you do that, baby? Playing with me like that?” Without you knowing, he had perfectly lined his cock. Slowly allowing his cock to kiss your lips. He gently held your jaw, moving your face so you could look him straight in the eyes as he fucked you. When he slid his cock deep insdie of you, you groaned. Groaned from the abrupt feeling of cock entering you for the first time in forever. And so it begins.

You grind against the rhythm of his cock inside of you. Your legs wrap around his waist, one hand still interlocked with his, while the other finds solace against his neck. Your eyes cast a spell on him, causing him to feel queasy and nervous. You felt his stare becoming intimidating, and you told him to stop. “But who can I lay my eyes on? Who, when that minxy face of yours that makes me want to cum. You are so beautiful, baby.” He sighed, licking your jawline. You would’ve puked on his face from his freakish behavior, but at that moment, you could sense your endorphins rushing.

Tanner rests his head against your forehead, he allows his fingers to intertwine with yours again. Touching you gave him some solace, knowing it was genuine, and it was you with whom he was making love. “You’re so beautiful, you make me happy, baby.” He whimpered, like a virgin who was making love to the girl of his dreams. Oh wait.

“You sound like a virgin, but keep it up, I love this from you.” You teased, running your nails against his back. Tanner would lean towards your ear, “It’s because I am,” he laughs, turning you around and picking up the pace. Everything was fast-paced. You were hoping he would get the memo and calm his ass down.

“I love how smart you are, my Y/n. It’s like you read me like a book-ah.” He was pounding roughly into your pussy. You were out of breath from him yanking your arms and pussy pounding you. He had to stop.

“Ta-TANNER, baby, I need you to slow down. This doesn’t feel right.” You stammered, and he slowed down. Lying on your back in the process. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he sounded so artificial right now. Suddenly, you could feel his bear hands grasp your breasts, your swollen nipples being pinched between his index and middle fingers. “I will go slow, for you.” You could feel his hip pressed against your ass. His cock penetrating your vagina as you cried. You could’ve cum right away, the way he was manhandling you still but with a gentle force, your wanted to right now.

“Tanner, Tanner…Ah~” You cried, he moved your head to the side, making you try to look at him. “I��ve always wanted to have you as mine, Y/n. The things I have done and will continue to do for your love.” Now you were scared, but your speeding orgasm was taking over your fear.

“I love how determined you are to have me…fuck.” You groaned, he continued. Your breath fanning your face. His starving behavior forces the orgasm out of you. He felt your pussy tighten up, fluttering around his cock. He loved the way your spongy cervix kissed his red tip. He adored it, prodding back and forth into you just to feel you. Lying on your soft back, he rested his hot head against your face. You were obsessed with hearing his cock pound you, the plopping sound from your wet juices permeating his clothed cock. Your fingers clawed the comforter that you would sleep on later (Not at all). His breathy moans hit your face, causing you to sweat. And before long, you could feel yourself come undone to his pleasure. He moaned low in his chest, his back aching from leaning on you for too long.

“I love you, my Y/n.” He cried. You thought he was teasing you; however, you also fell victim to the orgasmic thoughts. “I-I love you too, honey. You and your gorgeous ass. Please get off of me?” You moaned, feeling the extra 230 pounds leave your back. You sigh in relief, getting up from the bed finally breathe naturally. And of course, Tanner wraps his arms around you. Pulling you into his embrace. He kissed your cheek before taking your jaw and kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth, accidentally allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. His hand cups your right breast, the other spreading your legs open so he could tease your vagina again. His fingers played with your wetness, allowing you to leak on the bed.

You were so close, so close to having another orgasm, until you heard the front door open. “Fuck!”

“KIDS! WE’RE HOME!” Amelia called, “Mama, they’re probably asleep.” You heard Elizabeth, then some more hushed conversations before the door was slammed shut. You assumed it was from Dale.

“Let’s stop,” You whisper, removing his hands from your body. “We have to go to bed.”

“Well, you can’t sleep in with this comforter. There’s one in the linen closet, but we should bathe.” Tanner responds in a whisper. He took his fingers and sucked on them, suckling and licking on each digit as you watched him in disgust. Though you could feel your clitorus twitching from his slutty behavior.

Now you must take a bath.

Meanwhile:

Tanner when his longtime crush gives him some pum pum :

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YANDERE FARMER x TWITCH STREAMER READER

A/N: Howdy! I'm back again with a new series. My first ever fanfic series. I hope y'all enjoy, strap that cowboy of yours down and read this.

TW//: Smut, Bathtub masturbation, original character has you jorkin' his peanits, age gap (OC is 20, you are around 25), knives, spiders, teasing

5.8k words

“Fuck!”

Today was supposed to be a lovely day for you. After you had gained 2,000 followers on Twitch, you wanted to celebrate your win with your number one cheerleader: your grandmother. She had already bought you a celebratory cake and some balloons for your little party. Followed by a little gift from her. She had a charm bracelet from James Avery crafted for you with a gaming console and a little heart that says “I love my granddaughter!”

You had left her house over 45 minutes ago. She warned you about leaving at night into the woods. However, you reassured her that you would be fine. The car ride home was somewhat okay, until you saw the car battery light flash. Your car had alerted you as well. You were scared because you were in the middle of nowhere. The nearest Autozone was an hour and thirty minutes away. Shit!

A minute later, you could hear your car sputtering like crazy. It scared you when the car stopped on its tracks, leaving a tire imprint in the dirt road. You punched your car horn in a fit of rage, unaware of the fact that you might let someone or something dangerous know where you were. You retracted, remembering that your ex-boyfriend is a mechanic, and somehow you still had his phone number. Though it was a rocky relationship, you two did come to terms with remaining friends, so having his phone number seemed normal.

Okay, you dialed his phone number, waiting for him to pick up. “Hello?” He responds, sounding tired. You felt bad for calling him at such a late time. Though on the other end, he was busy bumping uglies with another girl he had found at a bar. “Hey, could you come help me? I know it’s on such short notice, but my car broke down in the middle of the woods.” For a moment, the other line went silent. Then, you heard someone click their tongue. “Girl you know how far you are? I’m not going to leave my bed at 11:34 at night to pick your dumbass up!”

“Well fuck you to then!” You said out loud for him to hear you. Then you heard a giggle on the other line. “You wouldn’t help your friend because you’re too busy fucking some other chick!”

“We’re not friends Y/n, I don’t befriend my ex.” was all he said before hanging up on you. Ouch! You wanted to rip your steering wheel of and throw it across the dirt road. Break something or whatever! You were so fucking pissed off at the piece of shit man. But not for long.

Behind you were blaring white lights from a truck that was coming by, you could hear the bass that was boosted, the person behind the wheel was playing Luke Bryan. You were in enemy territory. Pack it up.

Or so you thought? When the person parked in front of you and hopped out of his red and white 1990 Ford-250. Fear instantaneously overwhelmed you. You, a girl in the woods in a broken down car, with a random hooded man walking to it ever so slowly like he was plotting for your death! Okay Y/n, calm down. He’s probably wondering why you’re blocking the road. Maybe he is here to help you, be more optimistic–

Knock Knock!

The man’s gentle knocks still startled you out of your deep thinking. You were scared to roll your window down and talk to him. But the fear decimated a bit when he removed his hoodie. Only his hat covered his eyes and dirty blonde hair, which looked like it wasn’t taken cared of, but who cares.

“Are you lost?” He spoke, however his voice was faint from the window and the sound of his loud ass truck. You furrowed your eyebrows, you were seriously about to cuss this man out right now over your stupid ass ex. The man pointed his fingers down, indicating that he needed you to roll your window down. So you gave up, holding onto the pocket knife you had stolen from your grandma underneath the wheel by your knees, preparing to use it against him.

“Can I help you?”

“I um, see that your car has broken down. Do you feel comfortable coming with me while I tow your car to my place? I can get her fixed for free.”

“Uh, no, that’s ok, sir. I have a tow truck coming for me right now.” You lied, and it was pretty obvious too.

“You sure ‘bout that? Because there are no tow services for 65 miles onward. And nobody normally gets lost in our neck of the woods. Please, you don’t have to lie to me, just let me tow your car, I can get it fixed.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. He had noticed and was close to saying something but bit back his tongue. You exit the car, he held his hand out for you to take, hesitant, you looked at him. He seems to be genuine with his gestures. He took it anyway, walking you to his pickup truck to sit in while he hooks your car up to his truck. Once he was done, he climbed into his truck.

Something about this man calmed your nerves a bit, but at the same time, you wouldn’t let your guard down. Your left hand was still holding onto that pocket knife you took from Grandma’s. Your eyes wouldn’t leave his eyes, his auburn eyes that were finally visible and locked on the road ahead. You, a southern girl, weren’t too shy around country folk, however, you felt intimidated by this hulk of a man. You assumed he was around 6 feet 4, you were pretty tall yourself, and he seemed taller as well.

“What’s on your mind? You’re staring an awfully lot.” He asks, glancing at you for a brief moment before returning his attention to the dirt path. “Oh, um, nothing,” you said, placing the knife by your leg. It was pretty stupid of you to do so, and it was proven stupid when he hit a bump on the road, causing your knife to slice through your pants and skin accidentally. It wasn’t gnarly, but it was enough to bleed through your clothes.

“Shit,” you swore, causing him to stop on his tracks. The tall man faced you, noticing your hand was covered in blood. He sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the truck. A few seconds later, you saw him on your side of the truck. He had opened the passenger door, and then he pulled his hoodie over his head, also taking his plain white t-shirt off. He folded it vertically. Wrapping it around your thigh and tying a knot around your thigh. When he was finished, he shut the door on you before you could thank him. He hopped into his seat for the last time, sighing in with an attitude in his tone. As if he told you himself that he wasn’t going to make any more stops until he made it to his house.

The minute he turned his way out the dirt pavement, he pulled into a driveway that led him to his garage. He had pressed a button that opened his garage. When the garage was opened, he drove straight inside, stopping his tracks when he hit something. The taller man had switched his ignition off, taking his seatbelt off to exit his car. You reached for the door and attempted to open it, unbeknownst to you, it had a child safety lock on it. Now you felt like an idiot for deciding to hitch a ride with him. Though you thought it was the end, the end of you, you heard someone open the door to the house: A child.

“Elizabeth, help me unload the trunk.”

“I won’t help unless you say please,” the little girl said, crossing her arms and turning her head away from her likely brother. He rolled his eyes, scoffing at her, “Please, Eliza?”

The girl finally complied, going to the back of the truck to help. When you would see them again, Elizabeth would make eye contact with you. She tilted her head with her eyebrow arched up. “Tannie, who is this girl in your truck tryna get out?”

“Fuck!” the tall man cursed, running to let you out. “You’ll have to forgive me, I have the safety lock on for Douglas.”

“Oh, is Douglas your son?”

“Um, you could say that.” Coincidentally, Elizabeth had opened the door, allowing a big dog to run towards you as you were climbing out of the truck. You nearly screamed when it barked at you. “Dougie, don’t scare our guest like that!” Elizabeth scolded, rubbing her free hand through Douglas’s blue and white fur. Douglas had twirled around and rubbed his wet snout against your hand. He wanted you to pet him. So you did, and were smiling at your action, lying on the floor to allow you to rub his belly.

“Oh, hi sweetie, it’s nice to meet you–um,”

“That’s Douglas, our Blue Heeler.”

“Ah, ok, I thought you had kids.”

“Tanner? Kids? No, he’s too shy around people,” the girl teased, laughing at her brother while he was glaring at her. “Elizabeth, get inside!” The tall man named Tanner said, walking off to tote your bags into his house. You hesitated to follow him inside. Not knowing what your next move was. Would you leave and find someone to take you home? Would you offer to sleep in your car instead of the house?

“Hey, whatcha standing there for? We have to get inside before the coyotes come getcha.” He teased, keeping the door propped open as he closed the garage and left. You had no other option, so your feet started moving, leading you inside the sibling’s house.

“Tanner, where the hell have you been?” A raspy old man’s voice spoke on your left. You turned around to see who it was. Another tall man who, this time, looks roughly in his mid-fifties, had black hair with silver streaks on the side, a thick moustache, and a jaw that screamed Stan Smith looked you up and down. Tanner set your bags on his side, going up to his father, whispering something to him. You noticed how tall the father was, he was merely a few inches shorter than his son. Elizabeth tapped your shoulders, she told you she would take your items into the guest room. You were relieved when you heard “the guest room”, your stressed-out mind finding some peace.

When Tanner was done talking to the older man, said man had walked up to you, apologizing, “My apologies my dear, you’ll have to forgive me, my son here often brings his friends over without my knowledge, but I see that you’re a hitchhiker looking for somewhere to stay while your car get fixed?” You nod, “Not much of a speaker, aren’t ya?”

“I’m very sorry, sir, it’s just been a long day, it’s a little scary being alone on the road in the woods.” You respond, taking in his features and trying to size him up a bit.

“I understand, it’s pretty dangerous out here. Hey Tanner, take the rest of this lady’s bags into the guest room.” The older man walked next to you and placed his arm around your upper back, leading you into his kitchen. He directed you into the dining room, where you assumed his wife was in, couponing. “Amelia, we have company.” He says to his wife. Amelia looked at you, a smile across her mouth.

“Hi there, stranger, nice to meet you!” She said, coming off as teasing. She had stood up, taking you in her embrace. Not wanting to leave her hanging, your arms snake around her back. “What’s your name, dear?” Amelia asks.“It’s Y/n, Y/n L/n.” You heard a gasp behind you. The older adults looked to see who it was, but you didn’t seem to care.

“Son, while you’re over there gasping, why don’t you direct Y/n to her guest room. My name is Dale, if you need anything, Tanner will be willing to assist you. We’re going to turn in, have a good night’s rest Y/n.” Dale says, leading his wife upstairs. Leaving you with Tanner, who only stood there with his mouth wide open and eyes dilated.

“Are you *insert Twitch Streamer name*?”

“Yeah, is there something wrong?”

“I love watching your streams!” He spoke, walking next to you.

“It’s an honor to meet you finally. You got me through high school!”

“High school? I just started streaming a year ago. How old are you?” You jokingly ask, but in all seriousness, you genuinely believe he was up there in his twenties.

“I’m 20!”

“20?” He nods, taking your hands into his bigger, callous hands.

“Yes, I’m 20. It may not seem like it, though. Y’know, you’re entertaining to watch.” He says, taking up the space between the two of you, his amusement at finally meeting his favorite Twitch streamer was making you uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, I think I should lie down. Where’s y’all’s guest room?”

“It’s down the hall, but you don’t have to sleep in that dingy room. You can sleep in my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh I don’t think that’s necessary, I can sleep in the-“

“It has termites!” He spoke in a hasty tone, he obviously wanted you to sleep with him.

“No, look, I’ll be fine in the guest room. I will only be staying for one night anyway, then I’ll be out of y’all’s hair.”

“Ok, good night then,”

When you entered the family’s guest room, you surveyed their overly decorated room. It had a cute aesthetic that you felt comfortable with as it reminded you of your Grandmother. From the mahogany vanity with cute family collections, to the family portraits that hung on the ribboned wall. Her house is nicely decorated too. One of the first things you had done was remove your bra and stow it in your suitcase, then, you got undressed by their huge mahogany vanity. It was not rare for you to admire yourself in the mirror while you are bare. In fact, it has become a quiet ritual—those still, in-between moments when the world faded and the only gaze upon you was your own. Sometimes, it felt like a kind of worship, not of vanity, but of presence. Of being. You enjoyed seeing yourself in mirrors—not just to catch a glimpse of your shape or the curve of a shoulder, but to witness yourself as you truly are, unguarded and real. And only your eyes could see the true you, not another person.

Until—you noticed a peeping Tom entering your room. Why haven’t you closed the door?

Douglas entered your room with a tennis ball in his mouth. When you acknowledged him, you immediately shut the door behind him. Maybe it was ok for the dog to see you, it’s only a dog. And…on a second thought—maybe not; you hurriedly rummage through your suitcase for your nightgown. Instantly throwing it on. Douglas hopped on your bed, still chewing on his ball. You sat beside him, running your hand through his coat. Looking back at the vanity mirror, you saw that the door was ajar, seeing a pair of auburn eyes watch you watch him.

“Tanner, what are you doing?”

“I umm—-was looking for Douglas. He ran off from my room. There you go Dougie!” He lied, taking the wet ball from him. Douglas cried, rubbing his wet nose against you, signaling that you tell Tanner to give him his ball. “Hey, why don’t you give your puppy his ball back?” Tanner obliged, but only threw the ball out of the room, the two of you watched Douglas scramble through the door, running as if he was a Scooby Doo character.

“I hope you know, I’ve been a subscriber since you were at only 100 subscribers.” He spoke with pride on his tongue. You only cringed at his words, but immediately changed your face when he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Thank you so much, I appreciate your honesty.” You half fibbed. Cheesing so he wouldn’t see how uncomfortable you were. You really wished at that moment a country bumpkin had picked you up instead of him. “Could we stay up, I want to learn more about you.” He asks, leaning his shoulder against yours before resting his head against yours. “No, actually, it’s pretty late. Why don’t we continue this tomorrow morning when you’re fixing my car.” Tanner sighs in a disappointed tone. He got off of the bed, walking to the door abruptly. He bid his goodbye and told you to sleep well, you told him the same, peeling the covers to crawl in bed then switching the lights.

A little over three hours later, Tanner couldn’t sleep. He had stayed up watching your previous streams on his laptop in his boxers. His fingers dangerously close to his groin as he watches you play your most recent game, Class of ‘09. Normally, he’s not a fan of vulgar content. Matter of fact, he despises vulgar, dark content, often watching your more tame content. As a streamer, you always make sure to check on your 200 viewers, making sure they aren't uncomfortable. One time, he had replied to your comment section, after you had asked what everyone was doing. Tanner mentioned that he was milking his cows while watching you. You, not believing him, merely laughed. He didn’t find it funny, though he loved seeing you laugh, even at him.

When he watches your streams, he feels as though you and him are the only people in the chat. You’re talking to him and ONLY him. As a fan, he felt prideful of having you at his house, sleeping in his guest room too. And maybe you will warm up to the idea of sleeping in his room. You will have to, he’ll make sure of it. Growing bored, he decided to go downstairs to pop his head in your room. Seeing your body rise and lower as you sleep. He wanted a closer look of you, so he creeped inside, making sure to avoid bumping into anything. As he walked closer, he felt a stir in his boxers. Oh God, not this!

He had instantly turned around, walking back into the light. Unaware of you turning to your side to face him. “Tanner?” you spoke, your morning breath prominent. He turned to look at you, you switched the bedside lamp on. Now you were scared again.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

“I-I, I left my…book in here. That’s why.” He lied straight to your face. He picked up his book, a family bible that was older than you and him combined. You were too tired to argue with him, so you switched the lamp off and went back to sleep. Tanner shut the door for you, his mind begging him to go back inside, even though you were so close to calling for Dale or Amelia. So he ignored his greedy mind, taking himself upstairs to go back to sleep. Later on today, he has some work to take care of on your car.

You for sure saw his pecker.

When you woke up, it was 9:30 am. Your nose could smell hotcakes on the stove. When you turned to the other side, you nearly punched the daylights out of Tanner. “Rise and shine! Mom made some breakfast for you.” You signed, eyes rolling as you sat up in your bed. Your fingers gripped the bridge of your nose, glaring at Tanner as he only smiled at you. Your glare was eating him up.

“I know this is your house, and that you are a big fan of me, but all I ask from you is that you give me some personal space, please, Tanner?” Tanner’s smile faded, his arms crossed as he–pouted at you? Why was he pouting at you?

“Okay, I’m sorry about last night. It wasn’t right for me to bombard your privacy.”

“Or enter the room unannounced twice,” you mumbled, “All I want from you is to fix my car and let me go home.”

“Okay, I’ll get onto that after breakfast.” Tanner leaves the guest room, keeping it wide open so everyone could see you. Elizabeth was in the kitchen with her mom, she noticed you exiting the guest room a little peeved. “Good morning, how did you sleep last night?” She asks, giving you a plate of hotcakes and bacon. “I slept fine, I just kept having a few visits at night.” You didn’t tell her who, so she assumed Douglas wanted to sleep with you.

“Douglas can be a handful. Come and sit with us, darling.” Amelia says, pressing her hand on your back and walking you to the dining room table. There, Tanner and Dale were talking about what work needed to be done on the car. You could tell it was their passion by how they were passionately arguing with each other on what to do to start your car battery. Once you sat down, the argument ended, Tanner had ignored his father while scooting his chair and plate to you. You gulped down your last remaining spit as your mouth was severely dry. Amelia had sent over a pitcher of orange juice for y’all to drink, so you immediately got a glass of that.

“Oh, good morning Y/n, it’s nice to see you and Tanner have made acquaintances.” Dale assumes. Tanner smiled at you, his big hand taking yours. You hastily removed your hand from his. Though he was visibly embarrassed, he still kept his smile on his face. “When breakfast is over, we will start working on your car. Imma need your keys by the way.” Dale continued.

“Thank you sir, I really appreciate the hospitality from y’all.” You really did. The family were extremely kind and were at access to your needs. “Well we appreciate the company. It’s only been a couple of hours, and you’ve already gotten Tanner out of his shell.” Amelia jokes, causing her family to laugh. You tried to ignore Tanner’s admiring stare at you, but your skin was burning from his stare. What was with this boy?

“Pop the hood, let’s see what we’re working with,” Dale told his son, watching Tanner open your car’s hood. He obliged, propping it open, being welcomed by the car’s problem. The fuse had blown. Not to worry though, the Jeffersons had plenty of unused car parts in their shed.

“I’ll go grab the thing and my tools, go tell Y/n what the problem is.” Dale responds, leaving his son to go behind his house. Ignorant to what his son was going to do.

Watching for his father, making sure he was leaving, Tanner had the opportunity to pull your pocket knife out. He stole it while you were asleep. He rubbed his index finger against the blade, making sure it was sharp enough to cut. He looked at his cut skin, seeing the blood threaten to trickle from his finger. He had to hurry, his dad knew where all the car parts were, he’ll be back soon.

He pulled out a random red wire, cutting it with ease. Before he heard his dad’s boots against the crunched up leaves, he stowed your knife into his pants pocket. Dale returned, unaware of what his son was doing. Tanner was the car mechanic; he knew more than anyone, so Dale assumed his son was analyzing the situation.

“Dad, we’ve got bad news.”

“What is it, son?”

“There’s a cut wire.”

“Damn, have you told Y/n yet? Or I’ll go tell her?”

“No, I’ve got it.” Tanner ran into his house. When he shut the door lightly, he tried to contain his smile, he was pretty proud of himself. Taking that risk so you could stay with him longer. His dad would assume that the wire was cut by a hooligan, and he’ll have to order a new wire and have another person fix your car. Now you’ll HAVE to stay with him.

*Knock Knock*

You opened your door, rolling your eyes when you saw Tanner again. You’re going to have to get over it soon. “How may I help you?”

“Y/n, bad news: your battery has blown a fuse, and there’s a cut wire. We currently have no spare wires so Dad is going to order one.”

Damn it, you curse in your brain. Your hopes of leaving this weirdo fan forever squashed by someone who was a bitch enough to cut your wire. You couldn’t help but cry a bit. Like literal tears were streaming from your face. Tanner, obviously consoling you in his muscular arms, rubbing his hand against your hair.

“I know you want to leave so bad. Leave me—to go back and make videos for us. But I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around his thick torso. He felt as though the wind was knocked out of him because of you. What were you doing to him? He rubs your back, feeling your bare back, you still had no bra on. You still had no bra on!

He prayed for his body to reject his arousal. Thinking of weird things to get rid of those lewd thoughts. When he felt secured, he let go of you, looking down to make sure it wasn’t there.

“If it makes you feel any better, would you like to go visit some place with me?”

“Where, Tanner?”

Tanner had stopped his truck by a log that prevented him from going any further. When he got out of his car, walking in front to let you out, he opened the truck door, letting you out. When your feet were on the ground, he took your hand into his, leading you to the little pond boardwalk.

“I know you’re pretty tense right now, so I decided to take you to my favorite place to wind down. There’s no one around to bother us.”

“Oh, ok, thank you,” you said, sitting down on the boardwalk. Not aware of Tanner toting foldable chairs for you two. “I've got chairs if you want to sit comfortably.” He says, propping one open, then going for the next one. “You stood up, taking the chair next to him. Tanner leans back, his head hanging from the seat. You watch him, earning a smile on his lips. Something in you started to feel off. His juvenile smile, dusty blond hair, and his hulking build on a childish man. Fanboy behavior fighting his shy demeanor, his admiration towards you. Somehow, you didn’t abhor his admiration, you just wish he were less of a nuisance.

You weren’t aware, but you were staring at his sleeping body. Watching him breathe lightly as he napped. You didn’t want to stoop to his level of “admiration”, so you pulled your phone out and scrolled through your notifications. You took another look at him, this time scared.

“Tanner? Hey Tanner, wake up, hon!” Tanner’s eyelids pried open. “Something’s tickling my leg.” He says, disoriented. “I know, there’s a big ass spider on your leg.” Instantly, he jumped up, kicking the spider off his pant leg. You hopped out of your seat as well, your body shaking from the big wolf spider that was still crawling up his leg. The hairs on his body erected as the eight-legged heathen gradually crawled up his calf. And suddenly, you did the unthinkable, you told him to stay still so the spider would get flicked by your phone. He obliged, not moving a muscle, not breathing while he stood absolutely still. When your phone picked the spider up, it crawled on your screen, and then you flicked it off, causing it to land in the water below.

Without warning, Tanner wraps his bulky arms around your body and lifts you clean off the boardwalk like you weigh nothing. One second you were steady, the next your feet dangled in the air, heart skipping a beat at the sudden closeness. His scent hits you–clean sweat, his mother’s linen softener, the wooden smell of his cologne, something warm and alive. His grip was firm, a little too tight, but not uncomfortable. Just present—unshakably there.

Only did he realize that he was holding you in the air like he would to Douglas. Right hand on lower back, left on upper. He puts you down gently, clearing his throat as he is rendered uncomfortable with his actions. “Thanks,” he murmurs near your ear, voice low and rough with adrenaline. “For flicking it off.”

You acknowledged how rattled he still was. His thick fingers twitch against your back like the ghost of the spider had climbed there, and his breath fans your neck–hot, uneven. “You saved my ass,” he adds, and though it was half a joke, there’s a real edge in it. Like for a second, the spider wasn’t the only thing crawling under his skin.

“It’s okay, you seem tense, let me drive you home so you can take a bath. That usually calms my nerves.”

In the guest bathroom, you turned the bath water on. Running your hand under the cold water as it gradually turned hot. Tanner had waited for you on the bathroom’s vanity chair. When you weren’t looking, he locked the bathroom door swiftly. Once the water became hot, you told him to strip off his clothing. You were about to leave the bathroom when he took your hand and gestured for you to sit on his chair. What you were about to see was not something you agreed to. Tanner unbuttons his flannel and removes it, then along came his white t-shirt, and before he could start unbuckling his pants, you stopped him by placing your hand on his. “Honey, let me go so you can undress.”

“You’re still…coming back right?” You sigh once more, pinching your nose in shame. Do I really want to deal with this right now?

“Yes, dear, I’ll be back.”

When you returned, he was already in the bubbly water, waiting for you with that smug look you knew too well. His legs were hanging out of the tub, and the dusty blonde tips of his hair were wet. You rolled your eyes, and he chuckled, arms lounging lazily along the rim of the tub.

You grabbed his washcloth and soap, dipping both into the water until the cloth foamed. He watched you with a smirk as you worked—first lathering his arm, then his chest. When you leaned in closer, he tilted his head toward your ear and whispered, “This is your idea of multitasking? Bathing me and torturing me at the same time?”

His teasing made you sigh and pull your hand away. He groaned dramatically—half-laugh, half-whine—and caught your wrist gently. “Hey,” he said, grinning, guiding your hand back. In the moment of tugging and half-resisting, your fingers slipped somewhere you hadn’t intended.

You both froze, then burst into awkward laughter. “That–I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” you muttered.

“Maybe it meant to happen,” he replied, eyes glinting, but his voice stayed soft, leaving the moment open—for you to decide where it would go next. When you continued your bathing, he stopped you, taking your hand and gliding it down into the bubbly water. You didn’t retract, only watching his molasses pupils take control of you. While your hand grasped his, y’know, you were shocked at how thick it was. He was a pretty big guy, maybe that’s why.

Suddenly, the room grew silent—and hot. The hot water that caused his skin to sweat also turned it pink. But that wasn’t the only pink on him. While he had your hand on his shaft, the warm water lapped gently around you both. Tanner’s breath hitched when you started jerking him off, muscles tightening above and beneath your touch. When he had the courage, he leaned closer to your mouth, wetting his lips while you were still touching him. He let his hand maneuver your head to face him, and then, he pressed his thinner, cherub pink lips against yours.

Tanner allowed his tongue to invade your mouth, teasing your slimy tongue with his. Your lips parted enough for him to play with your mouth with his pink organ. You had slowed your progress on his cock, distracted by the kiss. Tanner noticed right away, cupping your cheeks with his bear hands, “Please, don’t go anymore slower.” He had rested his forehead against yours, “I need you, Y/n, I need you so bad.”

What you were feeling wasn’t annoyance anymore. It was a mixture of multiple conflicting feelings. You were scared of being outed as someone who jerks off fans. And you feared that Tanner would tell people, even show it. But you couldn’t control your urges FUCKING hell you wanted this man and you can’t deny it anymore. From his chivalric behavior the other night to this, if your moral compass wasn’t the way it was, so conservative, so forbidding, you would’ve toppled this guy the night he came into your room.

It was only day one of you staying over at the Jeffersons, who knows how long you will be staying with this family. But here you are, pleasuring the eldest child. What is wrong with you?

Tanner was almost close; you could sense it. From him tightening his butt to his head thrown back against the tile wall. He had unlocked his jaw to moan, damn he moans like a girl, you thought, causing you to feel a twinged down your south tinseltown. He had you in his clutch, figuratively and literally, his strong hands holding your arms. He nearly cried from his pleasure, his body tensing up. And all of a sudden, you felt warm juices on your fist. Then on your cheek, you saw his cum dribble from his cock, and then came the orgasm thoughts that became words.

“I love you, Y/n, always have!” You pressed your finger against his mouth, realizing that someone had entered the guest room. “Tanner? Ms. Y/n? Where the hell are y’all?” It was Dale. You scurried into the towel closet, hoping Dale wouldn’t persecute you for what you’d done.

“Son, are you in here? I heard some weird noise, just say something so I can go back to what I was doing, I don’t want to confront you right now.”

“Yes, Dad, it’s me, I’m taking a bath!” Tanner yelled, taking the washcloth and finishing his wash. Dale responds with an ok, leaving the guest room and shutting the door behind him. “Hey, you can exit the towel closet now,” Tanner says, rubbing himself with the soap. You exit the closet, “You do realize that now you have to take another bath?”

“Yeah, and maybe,” Tanner stood up, he leaned to grab his towel from the towel rack, wrapping it around his torso, “you’ll join me?” You scoffed at his response, opening the door and leaving the room.

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mydrink-n-my2step · 3 months ago

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Mira's Yandere OC Masterlist

Started: 5/13/2025

Last Updated: 5/30/2025

Soren Meijer:

Yandere College Student x Reader

Art of Soren Meijer

Headcannons and what he looks like coming soon to a theater near you!

Aloysius Bakirtzis:

Yandere Hacker x Chubby Insecure Reader

Tanner Jefferson : yandere series

YANDERE FARMER x TWITCH STREAMER READER: PART ONE

#yandere smut #fanfiction #male yandere #smut #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #ao3 #yandere masterlist #i know nobody cares #or asked #but yeah

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mydrink-n-my2step · 3 months ago

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Hacking To Your Heart-Yandere Hacker x Chubby insecure reader

You stumble upon an ad for a malware app, unbeknownst to you, it's an invitation to potential stalking.

Author's Note//: AHH Mira's back again! I hope this story is okay for y'all. Let me know what I can do better. BTW: Best Buy is an electronics store where you can also get your technology items fixed by the workers (Geek Squad)

TW//: Fluff, attempted angst, mild smut, masturbation, misuse of work uniform, stalking, internet hacking, Revenge, spoiler: excrement(NOT KINKY, revenge use), y/n is afab, y/n is also pretty desperate. Okay, I hope y'all enjoy this.

DISCLAIMER: I don't condone these behaviors. Please do not act out these actions that my characters commit. PLEASE DO NOT!!!!

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Yandere Hacker x Chubby Insecure reader

Five months. It has been five months since he saw you. In January, at his job at Best Buy, you asked for one of the Geek Squad members to help fix your computer screen, which unfortunately had the infamous blue screen of death. You wanted to cry when others before him couldn’t solve your tumultuous problem. They were incapable, teenagers who wanted to make money, so they lied on their resumes that they were experienced in tech. However, Yandere Hacker was more experienced in his field and life.

You were so thankful once you saw your normal laptop’s wallpaper. It's the dull background you contemplated a week before the change that put a toothy grin from ear to ear. Something in the back of your mind told you to kiss him, but you shut that down immediately.

Aloysius felt proud of himself, seeing your smile. How your chubby cheeks moved and your eyes creased. It wasn't just the fact that he solved a customer’s problem, but seeing the look on your face, that was the kicker. He loved it when customers expressed their gratification, yet this was different. He was figuratively eating up your joy. Licking the plate and all. “How much is it?” You asked, though he didn’t respond; he was too busy lapping at you. You waved at his face so he could snap out of his daze. “I-I only pressed a few buttons. D-don’t worry, ma’am, it’s on the house.” He was going to miss seeing you in his workplace. Even after his shift, on his way to McDonald’s for dinner, in the shower, and in his bed, he still remembered you. There was Something about you that brightened his day and many more days, weeks, and months to come.

February came, and despite it being great that he didn’t see you, because you didn’t have any electronic problems, he was still melancholic about that reason. At least come around to buy some snacks or walk around the computer section. He’s aware about your computer being faulty, dammit he only pressed a few buttons and factory reset your old ass electronic. When did you get that computer anyways? In 2015???? Anyways.

February 14th came around. It was typically a day that Aloysius avoided or simply didn’t care about. Until you showed up. He was wiping down the cash register and locking up when the doors slid open. There you were, dressed in a shiny sheer black dress with a pink hibiscus starting from your lower abdomen to your knees. You had on these black Mary Jane flats that had a black bow on them. Your hair was flat-ironed and bumped at the ends, the rest was up in a bun. You were going on a date. But first, you had to drop a gift off.

“Good evening, how may I help you today? Oh, it’s you!” He says, unfortunately, cringing at his response.

“Um, hi, I wanted to stop by and gift you something.” You opened your bag to pull out a tiny box of chocolates. You had ordered them from a Swedish chocolatier in town. It was a luxurious selection. Almond chocolate, Hazelnut, A strawberry coated in dark chocolate, toffee-covered chocolate. A chocolate orange peel and a bonbon. Luckily, Aloysius wasn’t allergic to nuts. He opened the box, despite knowing his boss would scold him. Fuck it, I’m the manager. “This is for me? Thank you so much, ma’am.” He said, popping the hazelnut one into his mouth. Though he was severely lactose intolerant, his shift was only 30 minutes left.

“No, I wanted to thank you,” You read his nametag, “Aloysius, nice name. I wanted to thank you for what you did a few weeks ago. That was actually my work computer. I was going to return it the day before, but you saved me, so I bought you a gift. I hope you liked it. I don’t know what you like, so I got some of the popular flavors.”

“Again, thank you so much! What’s your name, if you don’t mind? I would like to see you again, outside of this store, of course.”

“It’s Y/n, and here’s my Instagram.” You gave him your Instagram account. He does have an account, though he doesn’t bother to use it at times. But this time, he might bother checking you out. At home, he typed your account in, seeing it pop up in the search, he pressed it. Y/n L/n, a fellow tech nerd and your zodiac sign emoji. That was it, but you had a plethora of photos. Your post count was 580. Was he going to scroll through all your posts all night, maybe, did he care that he was going to stay up all night stalking your Instagram account? Hell no.

Later that night, he was already at post 301 when he saw that you had finally followed him. And also posted a story. Oooh, a story, maybe she’s talking about me?

In your story, you had posted a picture of an original meme that was captioned, When a series of dates went horribly wrong, so you wrote you your diary about how the world doesn’t want you to meet the one. A little dramatic, but okay.

Poor Y/n, he thought, immediately going to your DM’s to text you.

@alo.wtf: Hey Y/n, how are you?

@your_insta_acount: Nothing

@alo.wtf: Are you sure? Your story says otherwise.

@your_insta_acount: Ok, I went on a date, and they stood up on me

@alo.wtf: Oh, I’m sorry

Don’t worry about that person! They don’t deserve you!

@your_insta_acount: tysm Aloysius, but I just can’t help but think I’m the problem.

Maybe it’s because I’m not pretty enough.

@alo.wtf: What? You’re so beautiful, Y/n! It’s pretty clear the guys that try to knock you down are pricks!

You’re gorgeous.

Maybe I went a little overboard with that text. He thought, unsending the text message right away. Unbeknownst to him, she already saw it.

@your_insta_acount: U rlly think that?

@alo.wtf: ofc

—-—-

Fast forward to now, you are searching online for a way to watch your favorite show without the costly fees. You weren’t in the mood to pay for any streaming services. To you, they were your enemy, sucking away your paycheck just to give you the bare minimum, like a deadbeat boyfriend. You clicked on a website that had plenty of pop-up ads that you couldn’t remove, or else they would lead you to another website. Some of them fake porn webcams. This scenario bothered the hell out of you, so you decided to watch your favorite YouTuber. Of course, you waited for the ads to end. All five million of them. But one had caught your eye. It was a computer malware protection ad that was a minute long. It showed an older woman who was talking about her computer being plagued with viruses. So her son recommended an app that she could use. The advertisement previewed the app before telling you to download it.

Something in you didn’t want to download the app, but you felt the need to. So you went to grab your phone, and went to the App Store to search for the app. When you found the app, it had few to no reviews and zero downloads. It must’ve been a new app. But the description was pretty convincing. So you downloaded it. At first, it asks for your name, then your email address, and your pronouns. Weird, but you allowed it. It did ask for your Social Security number, but you decided not to put that in. At first, it was a requirement to put your SSN in, but the screen had glitched when you weren’t looking, changing it to “Optional”. So you skipped that part and were finally in the app. You were in. In the system.

On day one of using the app, you noticed that the camera light was blinking red. It was night, you were busy…doing something important. Long story short, you were touching yourself. The lights were dim, and you had just turned your Hitachi wand on to the highest level. It was a night of disappointment and pleasure. Another failed date led you to this. Your fingers caress your nipples, you grind against the wand’s head. Muffled breaths leaving your mouth as you grind on your bed. The video you were watching was of another person pleasuring themselves while their partner watches from the side. The freak you were.

Nights like these, you wished it was another person stimulating your poor pussy. Maybe that cute guy at your nearest Best Buy, what was his name again?

“Ah…ahh, ugh, Aloy…Aloyy~” You moaned as you came undone in your panties. Grinding against the Hitachi one last time to ride out your high. Dropping your phone on your bed, your hand lies gracefully against your hot pillow. Unbeknownst to you, another person was watching you the whole time.

Aloysius was his name, and stalking was his game.

Meanwhile, Aloysius was sitting by his gaming setup, in the dark, watching your face as it contorted to an orgasmic face. Your mouth was moaning his name unintentionally, from thinking about him. Aloysius and his blue uniform shirt, his charismatic demeanor, and his shiny, dark, wavy hair that went past his shoulders.

He wondered what else you could be thinking of. Accidentally gave himself an erection. He rubbed himself through his pants, your constant breathing arousing him more. His work pants were about to be stained with his precum. He remembered when you showed up in that tight dress. The tropical dress that insinuated your curves and showed your pudge. The way your breast filled up the top. Your hair and the way you smell. That cutesy brown sugar smell you had that nearly had him hard at his job. Your voice and that box of chocolate. You must want him and he knows it good and damn well!

Aloysius’ fingers unbuttoned his pants hurriedly. He was too impatient to unzip his pants, so he shoved his hands into his pants. Gradually jerking himself off. Rubbing his head while he was leaking precum still. His index finger pad was going slowly, so he could enjoy the pleasure. Since you put your phone away, he closed his eyes, picturing you in that dress again. You and your pretty smile and cheeks. He imagined provocative things about you, too. You are doing unbelievable things to his imagination.

Soon, he would ejaculate in his pants. Grunting while saying your name out loud. Sure, his neighbors would’ve said something, IF he had neighbors. He lived pretty far from his job. His house is tucked away from society, in 15 acres of woods. It was not much to be considered living in a rural area, but he enjoyed believing that.

Once he was done, he opened his eyes, looking down at his mess, then flicked his eyes at your screen. You were deleting the video from your phone. Your eyes are squinting at your screen. He chuckled at you, grabbing a tissue to wipe away his ivory mess off his pants. He was going to enjoy this so-called malware app of his.

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It was the month of May. You were taking a hiatus from dating apps for a short period to focus on yourself and work. And so far, it has been a bummer.

You were gaining weight from stress eating. The girls in your recent work meeting were making backhanded compliments on your project. No one in the Zoom meeting was confident or cared enough to say something. You felt zeroed out. Being one of the only plus-size members of your team of game designers. The staff often behaved like piranhas with their crude comments.

Some days, you would binge on fast food; other days, you would starve yourself. It was unfortunate for you and Aloysius. He knew something was up when he caught on with you skipping some meals and only going out to walk for hours. It felt like torture to him, seeing his baby harm herself to please others. If she were with him, he would protect her from those types of people. Sure, he was not the brawny type, but with his technological arts, he was capable of hacking into people’s technology. Playing mind games and even taking their information and selling it online.

Aloysius took this opportunity to DM you on Instagram. He waited for several minutes for you to open your phone and see his message.

@alo.wtf: Hey Y/n :{

….

You never opened your phone. You were busy crying in your bed. And he was able to hear. Oh, if only he were there to console you in his arms. Go through your recent work messages and harass the people who were picking on you. Wait, that’s exactly what he will do! Opening your Messenger app, he went through your chat log. Pressing on a person’s name. He figured out through previous messages was the person who was harassing you the most. This girl is named Amanda. Saying backhanded stuff about you and your project. Prepare for what tomorrow brings her.

@your_insta_acount: Hey Aloy

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You showed up at work, seeing people crowding someone’s cubicle. Amanda’s. When you walked by, you stopped, seeing her items covered in shit. Yes, human waste. You wanted to laugh, but if you did, your coworkers would suspect you of being the culprit. So you walked by your only friend, Jeffrey.

“What the hell happened?” You whispered.

“We don’t know, but Amanda saw this and screamed. She went to the boss’s office to report it.” He responds.

Would it be wrong to assume that Aloysius had defecated on the girl’s desk? Yes, but it’s a possibility. Maybe he did it, maybe he had asked another person to do it for $400. Who knows.

Work was canceled that day so that the janitors could clean her desk, and Amanda was forced to resign. No one could track down the perpetrator, so they assumed that since she hated the job and the majority of her colleagues, she did this herself. She couldn’t defend herself, so she took her leave and packed the next day.

As you were starting your car, you noticed that your phone charger was chewed on. What the hell? Today was crazy as hell, and it’s only 9 AM. But this allowed you to visit Aloysius at Best Buy. While you drove there, you checked to see the time Best Buy opened. You were going to wait an hour for the store to open.

As you parked in the parking lot, you noticed someone with a low black ponytail walk up to the store. Aloysius had a keychain of keys in his hands, whistling a tune while he was entering the store. You exit the car, running up to him.

“Aloysius!” You called, reaching him as he turned around. Once he noticed you, his eyes brightened. Almost as if they twinkled. He went in to hug you. The hinted of Dove bodywash permeated your nostrils. It smelled similar to your favorite body wash. Pomegranate. It was the same as your body wash at home.

“Y/n, how are you doing today? You look wonderful.”

“Oh it was a lot of shit. Can I come in? I need to buy something.”

“Normally, I don’t allow customers in while the store is still closed, but y’know what, fuck it.”

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Aloysius starts his cash register while you search for a phone charger. You end up finding one, heading to the front to pay for it. He couldn’t stop himself from cheesing. Grinning from ear to ear as you looked so good in your work clothes. Your job doesn’t require you to wear a uniform, however, you like to go above and beyond to look your best at your job, mainly so people won’t pick at you. Aloysius couldn’t stop staring at your chest, how your bosom jiggled while you moved, while you breathed. Again, he was taking you in; your scent, clothes, and face and eyes. When they travel from your wallet to him. He grips the counter, stifling himself from doing something he might regret.

“O-ok…the total will be $11.99.” He says as sweat trickles from his forehead. Suddenly, the store grew hot. You pay for the charger, stowing your credit card into your wallet. “Hey, are you doing ok, Aloy? You’re sweating a lot.”

“I-um, excuse me for a moment.” Aloysius leaves for the employee lounge. He felt his skin turn hot from you. You waited for him to return so you could talk to him some more. You waited seven minutes. He had assumed that you would’ve left around minute five, but you stayed. It shocked him when he turned and saw your face.

You were on your phone, which was glitching and still flashing a red light on the camera light. “Hey Aloysius, what does it mean if my phone is flashing a red light? This is a constant thing that won’t stop at all, even if I turn my phone off.”

“Let me see?” He asked, knowing that he might get caught in this situation if he “figures out” what is wrong. You waited for his diagnosis with concern in your visage. Only to be conflicted when he told you nothing was wrong.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I believe that it’s just your phone acting up. How long have you had it?”

“For over a year now.”

“Yeah, that could be why,” he lied, “and it’s getting hot.” He said, placing the phone on the counter and shoving it back to you. He would never be able to have you for his if he admitted to tampering with your electronic device. Lying was wrong, and Aloysius was against lying to his loved ones, but he didn't want to lose you.

“I suppose I should buy a new one.” You said, shoving it into your bag. “Well,” he started, “just because it glitches and the camera flashes doesn't mean you need a new one. I can fix it for you, i,f of course, you allow me to take you on a date?”

“A date? I guess that's the deal, here you go. Also, do you know where the restrooms are?”

“In the back, where the office furniture is. You should see the alcove that has a sign that says ‘restroom’.”

You leave with Aloysius left putting your password into your phone. The password he knew by a guess from your date of birth on X. Forgetting that you didn't tell him, you turned around, asking for your phone so you could put your PIN in. Aloysius convinced you that he could put it in himself, telling you to trust him that he’d forget it in a minute. He won’t.

While you're gone, Aloysius went exploring. He went through your photos and social media accounts. Analyzing your behavior on the phone. He was having a field day taking a ‘look’ through your phone. And he may have deleted the Hinge app from your phone. Whoopsie!

When you came back, you expected your phone to be fixed by your tech wizard of a friend, but unfortunately, it was the exact opposite. Aloysius wanted to feel bad, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see you anymore if he removed the tracking app from your phone.

Since you were off today, you offered to see him during lunch for a quick meal. He suggested that he could take a day off to hang out with you. You disagreed, telling him he should stay at work and not worry about you; however, he was firm with you, telling you that he had never taken a day off before, which was true. He was loyal to his side hustle, Best Buy.

He decided to take you to his grandparents’ cafe, Agape. It was a little bungalow situated near your workplace, on the outskirts of your town. He wanted to introduce you to his maternal grandparents before he introduced you to the other family members who also work there.

Entering the older cafe, you were greeted by a sweet, sticky smell, Baklava. His grandma and sister were whipping some up in her kitchen to sell this morning.

“Yia-yia, Papous? I’m here!”

His grandpa, who was playing a game with his older cousins, poked his head between the dining room’s threshold. A wrinkly smile was etched on the elder’s face. He stood up from his chair, walking slowly to greet you.

“Hello there, you must be my grandson’s girlfriend? How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great sir, I’m merely a friend.” You said, shaking his hand.

“Ah, I see,” suddenly, he called for his missis. She was busy stowing her dessert into the stove when he called. She hurriedly ran out to see what the problem was.

Agape, the grandfather, took his wife’s hand into his when she showed up. She was a tad bit younger than he was, her silver and black hair in a wavy style and bun. She wore her apron, which had little ducks on the bottom hem.

“Hello there,” she greeted in her native tongue, “it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

“Finally, meet me? What do you mean, ma’am?” You ask, taking her hand into yours to greet her formally anyway. You glanced at Aloysius, who smiled at you while his arm snaked around your waist. “I’ve been told about a pretty lady who had gifted my grandson a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. He was so grateful!” She replied. Your face got warm from her response, and so did Aloysius’. He then cleared his throat, insinuating that he was going to take you to a table.

“Find a table, I’ll be right with you shortly.” She says as she leaves to gather some menus.

It had never occurred to you what type of man Aloysius was. But today showed you: While eating, you accidentally had some syrup on the corner of your lips. Aloysius, who was watching you, took his napkin, dampened it with his spit, and wiped your mouth clean. You noticed the crescents on his fingers. He must be working hard. Maybe one day you will give him a chance. A chance to show you the boyfriend he would be. Or maybe it’s all in your head, and he doesn’t feel that way; he’s only nice to me because I’m nice to him. You thought as the warm smile on your face was decimated as you took time to realize that fact.

Aloysius noticed, asking what was wrong. You told him nothing, remnants of the smile appearing only for a brief moment. He wasn’t going to accept your response, cupping your cheek and scooting closer to you. “If there is something wrong, you can tell me, Y/n.”

You sigh, “I just can’t shake this feeling that you’re only nice to me because I’m alone.”

“That’s not true at all. I’m nice because I’m a nice person, but I’m behaving this way because…well, because I like you.” He exclaims.

“You do? Oh great, now I feel like a fool for what I said.”

“No, don’t feel that way. You’re perfectly fine.” You smiled at him, your cheeks flushed.

“Do you like me?” He asks, grinning at you, hoping his assumption would be true.

“I—I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just need a little more time to figure out what I'm really feeling—would that be okay?”

Aloysius paused, frozen in place as though your words had physically struck him. His fingers, which had been resting so delicately on your cheek, slowly retracted close to your purse. You felt the absence of his touch like a sudden drop in temperature. His eyes didn’t leave yours, but you noticed the subtle twitch in his right eye, a small betrayal of something turbulent beneath the surface.

He took a step back, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were trying to smile and failing miserably. “Ah,” he said, voice tight, strained. “Right. Of course, uh, would you like another milfei? I’ll order it for you.”

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Your trip to Aloysius’ family-owned cafe was, in your belief, felt like the first time you ever experienced joy from a man. Without sex. It gave you this idea that you did deserve something remotely similar to love. From someone like Aloysius, or supposed, Aloysius himself. However, he did sound extremely hurt from your rejection. Even though he is currently holding your hand while taking you inside the grocery store, he still has that disappointed rejection facial expression. You didn’t realize what was the main purpose of coming to the grocery store.

“Hey Aloysius, what are we doing here?”

“I wanted to make some dinner for you. It’s the least I can do.” You were confused by his answer, asking him where he would be cooking. “Oh, I should ask, can I make you dinner at your home?”

“Um, sure, this should be nice, thanks.”

As the two of you entered the store, Aloysius just stood there. Staring into the entrance. With his hands in his pockets, he hesitated to enter the actual store. You took notice of his behavior immediately, placing your hand on his broad shoulders. “Aloysius, is everything okay?”

Aloysius jumped as your hands rubbed on his shoulders with care. Damn he felt extremely disappointed for not being your boyfriend right now. Though he doesn’t mind holding your hands, he drew the line at more physical touch without your permission. “Y-yeah, I’m fine Y/n. Hey, on second thought, I have to use the restroom. Why don’t you pick out what I can cook for you, then I’ll pay myself, okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but didn’t question him.“I suppose I’ll see you later.” You said, taking a shopping cart and leaving for the grocery aisle. Aloysius stayed behind, pulling a key out of his pocket.

On the noodle aisle, you found a packet of fusilli noodles. An idea popped up in your head. Why don’t you eat spicy fusilli pasta? Aloysius might enjoy it too. Searching for a pasta recipe, you found a simple and cheap one. All you needed was the pasta, onions, garlic, crushed tomatoes, heavy whipping cream, and parmesan cheese.

On the way to the cheese aisle, you noticed that Aloysius had beaten you to it. He had Parmesan in his hands, shooting it into the shopping cart when he turned around.

“How did you know that I needed Parmesan?” You asked, low-key concerned.

He hesitated to answer you until he came up with a thought, “Everyone loves Parmesan. It’s a nice little snack when I’m cooking for you.”

“Shredded cheese? If I were paranoid, I’d assume you were reading my mind.” Aloysius only laughed, walking next to you to move your hair away from your face. “Don’t install fear into yourself,” was all he said before taking the shopping cart from you and pushing it to the front of the store.

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In your apartment complex, you managed to bring seven bags of groceries all at once to the third floor. Aloysius, on the other hand, was tired by the time he had reached the first floor.

“Damn ha, how are you not winded?” He asks, catching his breath, while crouching by the rails. His ebony hair was sticking to his forehead and neck, his skin was pink from the humid air (Curse the summer!), his thigh and calf muscles bulged, and he looked too good for someone out of breath.

A smile stretched your lips, he looked too attractive. What was wrong with you now? You thought of him as merely a friend before, but now you could sense your Progesterone levels surge, causing you to feel aroused. “Y-you, wanna get inside and drink some water, honey?” Honey, why would I say that?

Aloysius looked up slowly, as if the sound of his pet name on your lips had reached into something deep inside him and stilled like wax. His breathing, which had been ragged and uneven just moments ago, began to quiet, like a storm pulling back from the shore. There was a flicker in his eyes, part vulnerability, part reverence, as though that simple word had the power to ground him, to tether him back to reality. For a moment, he just stared at you, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that finally matched your own; your little pet name had become his anchor.

“Honey?” He questioned, genuinely surprised, “That’s a cute pet name.” Your stomach was tied in knots, you felt embarrassed immediately. The little tint of red was prominent as a permanent marker’s ink. Your apartment was only five feet away, but you were too stiff to move. Aloysius stood up, his bags of groceries still in his now red hands. He placed his right-hand bags onto his left hand, patting your back and leading you to your home. He waited for you to find your key and open the door, however, it was not in your bag.

“What the hell?” you muttered, still searching for your key. You were on the verge of spiraling until Aloysius remembered that he had your key. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I forgot to mention, it fell out of your bag when we were at the store.” He says, taking it out of his denim pockets. You were going to take it from him, however, he had already shoved it into your lock. Swiftly, he unlocked your door, pushing it open to see the inside of your home. He was never able to see the whole house through your phone, so he was amused by how homely it was.

“Oh God, thank you so much, Aloysius. I swear you’re a lifesaver!”

“Thank you, and I must say, your home is very beautiful.” He allowed himself to enter the one-bedroom apartment. Aloysius took in your apartment’s aroma, almost passing out from how similar it smelled to you. The musky smell that lingered with your strawberry-scented candles you had blown out several hours ago made him remember that you were human, his human. If only he could bask in the smell for the rest of his days.

You giggled at him, though you felt weirded out by his behavior. If he behaves like this when girls invite him over to their homes, you’re in for a confusing night.

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Aloysius watches you in your kitchen as you wait for him to finish cooking the meal. Cooking was never his forte, but he could change for you. If it means you would finally admit your feelings for him. He is aware that you are conflicted with what you want from him, yet his impatience is killing him. He does so much for you already. What will it take for you to wake up and see that he was the man for you?

While he was wrapping up, tasting the sauce to see if it was missing something or not, he went ahead and surveyed your apartment. Though it was a tad bit messy, something he wasn’t fond of with former girlfriends, he decided that it was okay to have a slightly messy home. One, because he values how you have your style that he will adapt to when he moves in with you today, and two, he wouldn’t mind being your cleaner anyway, as long as he has access to your materials.

“Dinner is ready!” He called, seeing you flicker your eyes to his. You stood up and sat at your dining table. “I can’t wait to try your cooking, Aloysius.” Yeah, me too, baby. He thought, scooping some of the spicy pasta onto your plate. Picking up both of the bowls and taking them to you. You had clasped your hands together, rubbing them together in excitement. Setting the plates next to each other, you noticed that he chose to sit next to you. Which made you smile at him a bit, placing your hand on his and squeezing it.

“Dig in.” The first bite you took reminded you of eating your grandmother’s meals. You didn’t understand how, but Aloysius embodied your grandmother’s cooking into his. It had you tearing up, setting your fork down. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” you look at him, despite your vision becoming blurry from your tears. “I’m sorry if I’m being dramatic, but your cooking is so great. It reminds me of my grandma’s. I learned how to cook from her, and this takes me back to when I would be in the kitchen with her.” Your words had tugged at his heartstrings. God, he wished he could topple you on this table right now.

“Y/n, be frank with me, please?” He asks, scooting his chair closer to you. “How do you really feel about me? I know this is too early to ask, I’m just dying to know!” His tone came off as a little bit whiny, but he didn’t care to acknowledge it.

“Aloysius, what’s gotten into you?”

“I just need to know, do you like me, or not?” He spoke in a calmer tone.

“Maybe I do like you; I’ve been leading you on, and that’s not fair, you don’t deserve someone who toys with your emotions.”

“Don’t worry about my emotions, I’m just glad that you feel the same way. But it’s not fair that you admit your truths while I don’t.” Suddenly, Aloysius stood from his chair and left. You assumed he would leave your home until you heard your front door lock, followed by a key falling on the floor. And a hissed fuck.

“Aloysius, what’s going on?” you called, genuinely concerned right now. Aloysius returns, holding onto a pink key. You looked at the painted metal, then back at him. Also contemplating if it was too late to run.

“This key…” he murmured, holding it between two fingers like something sacred. “I had it made while you were shopping.”

Your breath hitched.

“I was going to wait—wait until you invited me into your life. Into your space. But since we’re being honest now…” His voice lowered, a reverent kind of hunger curling around every word. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

He took a slow step forward, his smile faint but trembling with something unhinged.

“I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the moment you stepped into my world, all soft eyes and hesitant hands. You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? You brought me chocolates. That meant something.”

Your stomach twisted. That wasn’t how it happened.

“I know temptation when I see it,” he whispered. “And you—” his gaze dragged across your body like a caress, “you’re the sweetest kind.”

A chill spilled down your spine. Every instinct screamed Run. But your back was to the wall. He had cornered you perfectly—just like everything else

“Aloysius, what is up with you?”

“What is up with me? What the hell’s up with you? You’re not getting the memo! I’ve done so much for you, and you haven’t said, “Thank you, Aloysius” to me at all! Especially when I fucked that girl’s cubile with pig shit.”

“Wait a damn minute–you did that?” Aloysius nodded, seemingly proud of himself for his disgusting action.

“What the fuck?” you mouthed, covering your mouth as you were belching.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby. I had to do it, like how I had to create that app for you to think it was a malware detector, when in reality, it’s a fucking tracker.”

“So it’s all you! That’s why you wouldn’t fix my phone, because of the tracker? What the motherfucking hell you stalking piece of shit?” Eventually, Aloysius set his key on the table to cup your cheeks. He leaned in to rest his forehead on yours, sighing from finally touching you. “I didn’t hack you to be creepy or anything—I just needed to understand you. The real you, not the version you show everyone else. Your texts, your camera feed, your search history… they helped me see you. I know what makes you smile, what keeps you up at night. It’s not stalking—it’s love. I just…needed to know.”

For a moment, the whole apartment grew quiet. Aloysius took this opportunity to press his lips against your plump ones. Not holding back or leaving his place. When he was done, he got up and pulled at your arm, “Come on, let me show you something?” As he leads you to your couch, you take your phone with you.

“Give me your phone.” Doing as he said, you passed him your cellular object, he typed in your PIN, sliding his fingers across the screen to press on the malware app. You couldn’t believe it. You have a stalker, and he knows every single thing about you. You felt violated, yet…secure? Despite him knowing what you do on a day-to-day basis, you couldn’t help but feel as though you’re warming up to the idea of having a guardian angel. A wicked yet safekeeping idea that was your reality. And when he showed you the tracking app, he made you feel less scared.

“This is crazy,” you murmured, “It’s wrong, I know, but I just want to protect you, I love you, baby.” He sat on your couch, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “This is only the tip of the iceberg of what I would do for your love. Just let me love you.” He says, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. His flesh pink lips were damp from saliva. Aloysius waited for so long to finally have you. To feel you, to touch you. And you’re allowing him to do so. And maybe that was the scariest part—you were letting him. Not because you believed this was love, but because pushing him away felt heavier than giving in for a little while longer.

So, you stayed.

Not because it was what you dreamed of, and definitely not because it was right. You knew exactly what this was. Aloysius didn’t love you in a way that respected space or boundaries. He loved you like he was trying to rewrite your code—like affection was something to be extracted, not earned.

But you were tired. Tired of pretending everything outside his reach was safe or kind or waiting for you. He was the one who paid attention, even if it was through a screen he never asked permission to look through. And while that should’ve terrified you—and sometimes still did—there was also a strange kind of clarity in it. No guessing, no masks. Just his version of the truth, invasive and unwavering.

You didn’t return his feelings. You probably never would. But in a world where you'd been ignored, overlooked, forgotten… being seen, even too much, felt like something. Not comfort. Not love.

Just something.

And for now, that was what you had.

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mydrink-n-my2step · 3 months ago

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes! It’s a small but happy achievement. I'll award myself with a pop tart.

Yandere College Student x Reader

A/N: OMG this is my first ever fanfiction I've ever posted on Tumblr. Please be gentle with me, this is somewhat of a slow-burn fanfic but as the story progresses, it becomes a tad bit freaky...maybe, BUT WE'LL SEE!! I enlarged it for the poor eyesight babes.

TW//: Drug use, mentions of Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Mild Smut at the end.

Yandere College Student who struggles every day with depression since his second year in college began. His Generalized Anxiety Disorder heightened his stress once the new year began. A brand new 2025, new life, new semester, new changes.

Yandere College Student, whose mom suggests he talk to a doctor about taking medication to curb his anxiety. Though he has no insurance or a job, he went. Only needed to pay $90, which his mom hesitated to lend him after he begged. “You told me to go to the doctor’s. “Why can’t you pay for the bill?” He muttered into his phone.

Yandere College Student, whose dorm mate offered him this foreign object that they had used for two months now. Super Lemon Haze.

“Super…Lemon Haze?” He asks, furrowing his eyes. What the hell!?

“Yup,” Yandere College Student grips his friend's arm before yanking him behind the Fine Arts building, where no one is.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He hissed.

“Just trust me, dude.”

Yandere College Student who took his mother’s advice again and joined a club. The Lonely Hearts Book Club. That’s the name. Upon entering the room of the club, he was greeted by the club’s President, Y/N L/N. Soren felt his heart sink seeing the club Pres. look him up and down with a stern look on her face. On her lips, she tried to stifle a chuckle of embarrassment. To Soren, he thought she was going to laugh at him.

Soren felt his head lathered in sweat as he looked straight at her. He curved his lips into a smile, hoping she would soften her facial expression. The girl looked at him before she opened her mouth. “Welcome to the club! Please, get settled so we can start.”

The girl propped the door behind him open so anyone else could saunter in. Soren surveyed the hot room, noticing that the sweat that was dripping from his face wasn’t from his near anxiety attack, but from the hot room. The fan in the corner was beating on the other seven members. He saw how most were fanning themselves with their books. Each book was the same as the other. Beloved by Toni Morrison.

“Do you have a copy of Beloved, um..” A voice behind him asked. The same saccharine voice that had greeted him at the door. She was obviously waiting for him to answer her with his name. Yet what was taking Soren so long to answer?

“What’s your name?” She asked. Soren looked at her again, he opened his lips to answer before another person entered the door. Though he thought she would focus her attention on the person that just entered, she still locked eyes with his.

“It’s um–Soren…”, “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“Soren, and I don’t have a book. I-I can pull it up on my phone.”

“Nonsense, you can borrow mine, I have a limited edition book in my dorm. It’s already annotated, so you can follow along. Have a seat, grab a sandwich or some chips if you like.” Y/N left Soren alone to tend to her members. “Good afternoon, everyone. I’m glad you all can make it on such short notice. We have a new member, I believe. Everyone, introduce yourselves to Soren.” The other members introduced themselves at once, though Soren paid attention to neither. His main focus was on Y/N as she was collecting a club sandwich and Lays potato chips onto her plate. She would come to sit on Soren’s left. Soren may regret not remembering anyone’s name that day, but he would remember Y/n’s hospitality.

As the meeting came to an end, Soren wanted to give himself a round of applause for not having an anxiety attack. He felt content, and all because of her. He wanted to give her a hug for keeping him calm for an hour. Once a few members wandered out of the poorly ventilated room, he had gathered the courage to talk to her. With her back facing him, Soren walked up to her.

“Hi…um, you’re the Club Pres. right?”

“In the living flesh, how may I help you, newbie?” Suddenly, Soren’s stomach tightened up. He clutched his stomach in a not-so-obvious way. He took long, slow, deep breaths as he tried to soothe his ache. His anxious side attacked him for taking a “risk”. To Soren, risks are just everyday tasks. He felt compelled to shut his voices down and finally talk to the girl, who was giving him a concerning glance.

“I-I’m sorry, stomach ache,” Gross, who tells people they’re having a stomach ache?

“Oh, I understand. It was pretty brave of you to show up. I can tell it was hard for you. But thank you, I’ll see you next time.” Y/n’s hands grazed the plate of leftover sandwiches on the table's edge. When she tried to pick them up, it caused the stack of solo cups to fall on the sandwiches and her hands. Soren, who didn’t remove his eyes from her, insisted on helping her pick up the few sandwiches and many cups off the floor. While they both were on their knees taking every item they could, Soren’s hand grazed Y/N’s. Y/N's eyes flicked at Soren’s, and as she looked at him through her eyelashes, she felt her temperature heat up.

Finally getting a good look at the fella, she noticed how his cerulean eyes lit up seeing her. How his charcoal pupils expanded a bit. The tint of his flesh-toned cheeks was turning a vibrant red. He felt like something was wrong. This was the second time Y/n kept her eyes on him for longer than 30 seconds.

What’s wrong with her? Why is she staring at me? Did I do something wrong?

Soren felt something drip from his head, sweat. His hand wiped some sweat off his forehead. His golden locks were sticking to his forehead thanks to his hyperhidrosis. Y/n’s eyes then glanced at his forehead. What was starting to feel like hours, only the clock on the wall passed a minute.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I have a um…staring problem, Soren…Soren?”

“O-oh, sorry, you um scared me there, I suppose I should leave.” Soren hopped off his knees, his six-foot frame towering over Y/n’s crouched body. Y/n tilted her chin up, looking at him once more. This prompted him to leave the room, running out of the hall where others were staring at him.

On his way to the dormitories, he couldn’t help but barricade himself in the communal showers. The guys who were already in the shower room were shocked by his erratic behavior.

“Bruh, are you okay?” asked one guy who was wearing only a towel. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” says Soren, whose Dutch accent was starting to slip out, opened the door, and left. Luckily for him, his shared dorm is around the corner.

Meanwhile, Y/n was near completion with her cleaning. It was a crying shame that no one was nice enough to stick around and clean with her. Well, except Soren, though he left so abruptly that he never got her name. Not even the club’s next meeting date. But that mysterious boy was so damn cute, he had the nicest pair of eyes, like those of a Scandinavian super model. Though he had eyebags, and his face was shiny from the oil and sweat combination, he still looked so cute.

As she finished, Y/n dimmed the lights and shut the door, locking it afterwards. With her keys and purse, she left the room and headed straight for the stairs. In her mind, she couldn’t delete thoughts about Soren and his shy nature. His cute accent, his ruffled blonde hair, the way he trips on words, everything.

But what could come next? Would he be embarrassed to show his face around Y/n again? She didn’t want to be the cause of why he stopped showing up to book club.

“I’m home!” she yelled across the dorm room. Her dorm mate, Laela, was busy playing GTA V on her laptop. “Hey Y/n, how was book club?”

“It was a drag, but I met this pretty boy there.” Suddenly, Laela paused her game(though it was still playing in the background), giving her full attention to Y/n. “Ooh, gimme the details?!” What does he look like? What’s his name?”

“He’s this tall European guy with this accent. I think you don’t know him, his name is Soren.” In an instant, Laela’s face scrunched into a cringed face. She tried not to show her disgust, but her attempts were futile. “Soren? Soren Meijer? The creepy kid I was talking about a week ago? THAT SOREN!?” Her eyebrows rose while she stifled a laugh.

“Your cousin’s neighbor? That's Soren?” Laela nodded while covering her mouth with her manicured hands. Y/n blinked profusely. Less than a week ago, Laela went on a rant about this guy whom her cousin caught talking to himself as if he were in an argument with someone else. And sure, he probably was on the phone with his earbuds in, but to Laela’s cousin, and anyone else who lives near Soren, would assume that he was talking to himself.

“Look, Laela, people talk to themselves all the time,” Y/n spoke softly, jumping on top of her elevated bed to sit on the edge of her bed. “Well, not me, I’m not crazy like him.” Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes at her shallow friend. She would take out her laptop and continue with her essay.

In his dorm, alone because his dormmate had classes at night, Soren leaned his back against his desk chair, his eyes never leaving his computer screen. As his eyes danced to the movements and flashing colors of the screen, his poor memory reminded him of today. Ugh, why was he such a klutz today at that meeting? No one knows, but what really had him contemplating was that girl. She was so scary, but something in her made him want to shut his anxious mind the hell up!

She had this nice vibe to her. Something like a confetti cake and cotton candy. A golden retriever that was raised by Mr. Rogers or something! Whatever it was, he liked it. And he craved for more.

Too bad he goes to a huge school. Before today, he had never acknowledged anyone on campus before–and why would he need to? Everyone thinks he’s a creep, some weirdo boy from middle of bumfuck nowhere Netherlands. Maybe she would appear again in the halls during school hours or at lunch. Even though he never appears in the cafeteria, let alone eats the food there, he could try to show up to see her again.

His eyes would stray away from the YouTube video, seeing his stash of weed that his friend had given him earlier that week. He had negative thoughts on the weed variant after researching it online. First and foremost, where in the hell did they get it from? Second, wouldn’t he get caught with the weed? Ah, who cares? Maybe he’ll try it. It shouldn’t hurt at all.

A few minutes after searching up how to roll weed, he rummaged through his roomie’s bag for some paper, crushed the kush in the bag, and emptied some onto the paper before rolling it, sealing it like an envelope. Though it didn’t look like the person in his videos, it was still able to cause a high. And high was Soren. 20 minutes later. The room became so wobbly, like new glasses wobbly. The YouTuber on his laptop was distorted, their face became green, and he began to talk to him.

“Aye, Sorennnn, look behind you, brah.” The game characters that were on screen turned around and chanted, “Look behind you, look behind you…” Soren chuckled, maybe burst out laughing a little too hard, he was high as hell. He snorted a bit before he felt soft hands against his broad shoulders. His ivory face turned apricot when he looked behind him to see, “Y…Y/nnn?” Y/n, a green spector, pressed her index finger against his plump, rosy lips. Her hands lifted his face to face her.

“I know you like me Sorey, you don’t have to hide it.”

“But I don–”

“Yes, you do. You wouldn’t be so hard for me right now, that is, if you’re truly not crushing on me.” Something was odd about Y/n, she was acting like a…a minx. And he indeed likes it. He liked her forwardness. The way her pretty hands were caressing his golden hair and feeling his forehead like a mother would.

Upon looking at his dick, he felt her fingers petting his stubble. Somehow making his arousal worse, as his dick was moving in his pants. He was struggling not to show his rager. His hands were sweaty from her.

“Don’t be a pussy,” She said, moving to take his left hand into hers. In reality, he was moving his hand on his own, “Do it, touch it for me, I wanna hear your moans.” She whispered. His hands unbuttoned his jeans, left hand going deeper into his plaid boxers, which were already stained with pre-cum. He pulled his pecker out, gradually jerking it off to his imaginery crush. His finger pads held him tighter, imagining it was her. Then suddenly, he heard some giggles.

“You’re a pro at this! Maybe I should…help you out.” She said, her fingers touching his chin before she went down under his desk and between his legs. For a human, she acts like a ghost. Going through bodies and shit.

Without knowing, Soren spat in his palm.

Y/n’s mouth opened before she took his length inside. She looked up when he moaned, a light chuckling muffled from her stuffed mouth. And she would begin, her head bobbing up and down. His mouth opened as he moaned. Again, for a figment of his imagination, she was good at this.

When he was about to orgasm, she released her mouth from his cock, he looked down when she locked eyes with him. Her hand was still pumping him.

“I love you, you know that?” She suddenly spoke.

“Love?” He enunciated.

“Yeah, what if we could…”

“Soren? Bro, what are you doing in the dark?”

“Fuck!” He screamed as he came in his pants.

“You seem to be busy, I’ll leave you alone.” His roommate responds, shutting the door instantaneously.

Soren was not aware of the interruption as his mind was still foggy from the strain. Once he had come undone, he had blinked, and then she was gone. She was no longer on the floor. She had disappeared.

Soren was confused as he was distraught. Where did she go? “Y/n? Y/n, where are you?” He stood up abruptly, shoving his chair roughly as he surveyed his room. She was actually gone. And he may be half naked and with his dick out, swinging around. He realized what he had done, taking off his pants and pulling them down so he could slip into some pajamas. Though he was tired and still high, he managed to find his bed and crash on it. Not having a care in the world about how cold he was.

Whoever stumbled upon my work, thank you so much. It was a nice day to write this. Maybe I should reward myself with a cookie or some alone time.

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mydrink-n-my2step · 3 months ago

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I drew Soren a few days ago.

And while I’m here, I guess I’ll drop a few things about him:

As you all should know, he’s Dutch. He moved after his middle school years because his mom was getting a divorce. He still chats with his father sometimes.

He’s 6’1 but is kinda lean. He used to play soccer in his youth but stopped after he had injured his shoulder. He has a scar on his abdomen. In the middle. He’s somewhat of a simp.

He’s like turning 20 soon. And just like weed he has never masturbated before. He only saw one nudey photo once and that was for an art exhibition trip when he was 15. Yup pure as a snowflake 😹.

I’m still wondering if I should continue the story or not. I have another story that I also want to write. I won’t dive too much into it but it’s about a hacker yandere.

Anyway here’s some mo’.

#yandere smut #yandere #yandere imagines #smut #fanfiction #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #male yandere

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mydrink-n-my2step · 3 months ago

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I just wanted a reason to write smut lmao 🩷

#yandere smut

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mydrink-n-my2step · 3 months ago

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Yandere College Student x Reader

TW//: Drug use, mentions of Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Mild Smut at the end.

Yandere College Student, whose dorm mate offered him this foreign object that they had used for two months now. Super Lemon Haze.

“Super…Lemon Haze?” He asks, furrowing his eyes. What the hell!?

“Yup,” Yandere College Student grips his friend's arm before yanking him behind the Fine Arts building, where no one is.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He hissed.

“Just trust me, dude.”

“It’s um–Soren…”, “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“Soren, and I don’t have a book. I-I can pull it up on my phone.”

“Hi…um, you’re the Club Pres. right?”

“I-I’m sorry, stomach ache,” Gross, who tells people they’re having a stomach ache?

What’s wrong with her? Why is she staring at me? Did I do something wrong?

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I have a um…staring problem, Soren…Soren?”

On his way to the dormitories, he couldn’t help but barricade himself in the communal showers. The guys who were already in the shower room were shocked by his erratic behavior.

But what could come next? Would he be embarrassed to show his face around Y/n again? She didn’t want to be the cause of why he stopped showing up to book club.

“I’m home!” she yelled across the dorm room. Her dorm mate, Laela, was busy playing GTA V on her laptop. “Hey Y/n, how was book club?”

She had this nice vibe to her. Something like a confetti cake and cotton candy. A golden retriever that was raised by Mr. Rogers or something! Whatever it was, he liked it. And he craved for more.

“I know you like me Sorey, you don’t have to hide it.”

“But I don–”

Without knowing, Soren spat in his palm.

When he was about to orgasm, she released her mouth from his cock, he looked down when she locked eyes with him. Her hand was still pumping him.

“I love you, you know that?” She suddenly spoke.

“Love?” He enunciated.

“Yeah, what if we could…”

“Soren? Bro, what are you doing in the dark?”

“Fuck!” He screamed as he came in his pants.

“You seem to be busy, I’ll leave you alone.” His roommate responds, shutting the door instantaneously.

Whoever stumbled upon my work, thank you so much. It was a nice day to write this. Maybe I should reward myself with a cookie or some alone time.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere smut #fanfiction #smut #college life #university #soren my oc #yandere headcanons #yancore #yan blog #yandere x reader #male yandere #yan boy #netherlands

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