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My Valentine

details: yandere!husband x AFAB!reader | Mentions of female genitalia, detailed sexual scenes, breeding,

note: I forgot where I got the image.

Despite the questionable setup and job description of your current job, your husband did not question it and even supported your endeavors. He cook your breakfast on the dot and even prepared your lunch and some snacks.

The warm touch of his soft lips against yours as soon as he sees you, somehow made you guilty of what you're getting yourself into. Truth be told, you haven't told him about the entire truth about your job. Only that you work as an agent.

You let him make an assumption about your job. Perhaps you'll never be able to tell him all about your job.

"Are you sure you still want to work there?" he asked while resting his firm hands on your hips. "I can support us both. We can even start our family and live comfortably."

You smiled as you cup his cheeks. "Val..."

He sighed before pulling away. "I don't really get why you're doing this," he said before meeting your gaze. "It's been two years since we've been married, you even begged me to let you enjoy for awhile before starting our family."

"Val, it's not that! I just..." you sighed. "I want to have my own money. I can't rely on you everytime. It... It doesn't feel right."

You looked up and feared what you've seen. His jaw clenched while his hold on your hips tightened.

"Was it my mother?"

Your brows furrowed. "What, no!"

"My grandma? My sister?" He closed the gap between you two. "Who was it, huh? Who influenced your decisions this time?"

You removed his hands from your body before taking one step away from him.

"Let's... just talk later." You tiptoed to reach his cheek before grabbing your packed lunch.

Maybe it's time to submit your two-week notice.

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Your husband, Valentin, could get clingy at times. He'll tightly wrap his arms around your body, never missing the chance to feel the warmth of your skin.

It starts with gentle caresses against your skin, then the next thing you knew, you're being screwed and under his mercy for the next hours.

His honeyed voice that you love to hear turns to something deeper as he whispers the nastiest threats you've ever heard from him.

"Gonna make you a mommy... hngg... gonna be round and full..." He buries his face against the crook of your neck as he sensually grind his thick cock against your tight and creaming pussy.

"Pleasepleaseplease... make me cum... wanna cum..." you begged as you claw the arm that's been keeping you in place. "Val... Val... please... cumming..."

"Ah-ah... such a naughty girl." He took a deep breath against your neck before ramming his cock against your tightening pussy. "You don't get to treat me like a toy. I'm not a fucking dildo. You hear that?"

"M'srry... cumming please... please..."

"You're cumming, hm? You're gonna take my cum? All of it? Hm?"

You frantically nodded as you match his movements. It didn't take long until his cum painted your insides.

He nozzles his face against your skin. Peppering kisses against your neck, nipping it at times.

"We're gonna start our family soon..." he whispered while lazily grinding his dick inside you. "You, me, and our baby."

You chuckled. "We've talked about this before, Val..." The sheets rustled as you turn to face him.

"I still want to work. You know, to save up a bit." You pushed yourself up and looked into his eyes. "I also want to spoil them."

"You can spoil them with my card. What's mine is yours too, you know?" He responded while pulling you close to him. "We can have just one child. We'll take care of them. Raise them well..."

"Val... at least give me some time to think about it." You slowly run your finger against his chest down to his abs before barely touching the tip of his erect cock. "Besides... don't you want us to have some more time together?"

You slowly grind your moist pussy against him before he pulled you down with him. He aligned his cock and swiftly penetrated your pussy.

He doesn't hate the idea of getting you all to himself, but still. Your feelings might change once you learn more about him. He's not gonna have that. You're his for eternity, even if that meant having to share you with your child.

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call avoidance.

Yandere Hotline: 3/?

featuring: implied drugging. implied tresspassing. lots of male masturbation. unsolicited phone sex (?). implied kidnapping. AFAB!Reader (yan calling reader mommy)

note: this is written while half-asleep. not edited. brain go brrr. i'll add the src some time.

Dealing with mad people can drive anyone insane. But if you're given a hefty sum to keep the insane ones company, you'll take. Life is tough, but you can choose your own hell.

"Got you some drink. Your favorite flavor," Heidi, your 'neighbor' in cubicle, said cheerfully as she placed the drink and sandwich on your spot.

"Well, who are we kidding." You shook your head before placing the plastic cup in your trash bin along with the tasty sandwich that came with it. "They're really persistent, you know?"

You smiled sheepishly as you arrange your cubicle to start a new day. Unlike your workmates, your place is quite neat and devoid of anything that would identify that spot as yours.

No personal images pinned on the corkboard. Not even a framed picture of whoever inspires you to get up and work hard without becoming insane yourself.

Upon accepting the job offer, you made sure to draw the most visible line to keep your personal life to yourself. You've heard some stories—some myths—about some agents disappearing without any trace overnight. Like they never existed in the first place.

"I hope they fuck off, you know?" You sighed before putting on your noise-cancelling headphones. "May we survive this shift," you grumbled as you wait for the first call with baited breath.

You have frequent customers. Most of them were pleasant to talk to. Let's just say that they're not exactly the dangerous type of callers. Those type clients were, most likely, drawn to the idea of being a 'yandere' as a fantasy. Sometimes, there's a hint of sexualization.

Almost every person on the floor are taking calls. Including you. However, your gut's been telling you to ignore the call. Maybe it's one of those unhinged callers who believes that you're theirs. Like they own you and all of your time.

You still have some available credits for call avoidance since you rarely used your credits. Surely, this one call will not affect your performance rating.

While waiting for the phone to stop ringing, you decided to clean up your work email. Being bombarded with useless newsletters about food and books on sale is the worse. Not only does it make your inbox crowded, it's also spammy.

You were fightung the urge to just select all and delete everything at once when you suddenly heard a notification. One after another.

One from your email, another one from your messaging app, and lastly—from the internal chatroom.

You opened the email with an attachment. It was a blank email but as soon as the preview for the attachment appeared, you almost gagged.

It was an image of a man's cock. There were translucent liquid splattered everywhere while the tip of his dick is on a cup—filled to the brim with iced coffee with foamy top. Your favorite.

Your hands were shaking as you exit the window of the website. You clicked the messaging app first. 'Perhaps it was just a promotional message from one of those companies.'

But no.

It was a message from a private number. You don't have any idea how they did it, but they kept sending you images. Most of them were blurry, but the ones with better quality almost made you vomit.

It was taken in a small room. At first, the room was dark, but eventually the image light up. His face was blurred, but you could clearly see what he was doing.

He was fucking your pillow. The one you've been using since you've moved in a better place with better security.

You were confused. And scared.

How could he easily enter your place? Your keys are with you and only the management has access to other duplicates.

"No way..." you whispered as you close the messaging app's window.

One bomb was dropped after another. And you knew something's off.

[NOTICE OF TERMINATION]

Due to multiple reports of call avoidance and drop calls, the management has decided to relieve you from your position as an agent effective immediately.

As we value your well-being, rest assured that you will be receiving your full payment for the next three months along with the other benefits that the company has sworn to provide you.

We sincerely appreciate your efforts for the last three years. We wish you all the best from this day forward.

You were devastated, yet relieved upon reading the letter. You've been wanting to receive this for months. It was the only way out of this place and this industry. You've also managed to save up a lot that you can start fresh somewhere. Far from this place.

Another phone call managed to bypass the automatic system of the place. You took a deep breath before accepting the call.

"Hello?"

"I can't... wait... haah..." the man on the line was clearly doing himself. By the eay he sounds, he's probably close. "We'll move to a big house... haah... hngg... a baby, a babyyy... nhnn... come home..."

Your eyes widened upon hearing your name. Not the screen name you gave them, but your legal full name.

"Let me... hngg... make you a mommy... d'you want that, huh?" You could a wet sloppy noises in the background. "Tiny baby... sucking on your tits... while I make a mess out of you?"

"Ap—"

"No need for... apologies..." he was breathing heavily. "I'll see you soon, okay?

"Heimdall."

He chuckled. "That's me, my princess... took you long enough to say my name."

"How did you get into my house?" you asked while gritting your teeth.

"Patience, my love. We could talk all about it once you're home. Should I get you something to eat? Chicken? Cake? Sandwich? Coffee?"

"I'm done with you."

You immediately pressed the end call button before gathering your things and left. Not even a farewell to your friends.

But there's something you should probably know.

Heidi can't wait to be an aunt and to be your sister-in-law!

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dropped call.

Yandere Hotline: 2/?

featuring: nonchalant darling, implied kidnapping | src

note: i've added this series to my ko-fi commissions! Will try to post another one later. For my birthday! Anywayssss enjoy!

It started with a drizzle, but ended with heavy rains and flooding. Some of your workmates tried to leave, but working in a company that values their clients and their employees, the guards prohibited everyone from leaving the establishment.

"It's for everyone's safety" they said, but they didn't mention anything about staying on your floor, still accepting calls from your frequent clients beyond your work hours.

You glanced at your left while waiting for another phone call to come. They were one of the newbies who were probably swayed by the expected salary and benefits from the job posting.

Their eyes were already teary and their lips was quivering as they listen to one of their clients. They probably didn't know how to handle the client's fantasy. Perhaps it was too much for them. You'll never know.

Because before the call even ended, they bolted towards the door—sobbing while wiping their tears away.

From your seat, you could hear the loud voice of a yelling man from her headphones. You shook your head before turning your attention back to your own monitor.

For some reason, there was something eerie with your line being available for almost half an hour.

It wouldn't be odd for some of your frequent callers to pester your phone with their shittiest and weirdest fantasies.

So, you decided to check your work email and internal chat. Perhaps something came up and ended disrupting your telephone line. But why is it yours alone though?

You glanced at the headphone dangling next to you. You assumed that it's no longer running, but you felt it vibrate. You turned to the screen and saw the 15-minute long phone call that's still ongoing.

As much as you want to end the call with the client, the company prohibits stealing a client of a workmate. It would disrupt the "connection" established by the previous agent.

You wanted to call the attention of your supervisor, but they always disappear just when you need them.

Running out of options, you decided to attach the jack of your headphones in her splitter.

"DO NOT IGNORE ME!"

"Hell—" You paused when you heard an all too familiar threat and voice. Beads of sweat started to form on your forehead. Of all clients, why is it him? And why is he calling another agent? That's against the rules!

"How dare you allow them to sit near you?" He asked, making your forehead crease. "Haven't you learn any lesson, huh? Why do you think nobody ever sit next to you?"

You kept your lips sealed while watching the time turned 12:00 PM. You are suppoed to leave on the dot. But you can't simply leave him hanging. He's been on the line for almost an hour at that point.

"Yulian—" you sighed, trying to keep the storyline going. "They didn't do anything wrong. They're my friends, of course I gotta help them!"

"Tch. Have I been too lenient on you?" He sighed, or perhaps puffed a smoke. The sound a tin can hitting a hard surface echoed. "I'm done."

Your eyes widened. You can't lose him! He's one of the only clients you have who's been far too generous towards you.

"S-Sir! Please!" A loud thunderclap echoed in your floor followed by the entire building being swallowed by darkness.

That's awful. You lost another client because of a goddamn power outage!

Or at least, you thought.

Because not even a week later, nobody could even remember that once there's an agent called Y/N L/N.

Incuding the administrators.

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mine, oh mine

pairing/s: yandere!sugar daddy x f!stripper reader | warning/s: NONCON. oversimulation. illegal detention. dead dove: do not eat. MINORS DNI | src

You should've known better.

Alastair, the man who pulled you out of the rat race with his merciful proposal, would never have summoned you urgently for no reason.

You should've realized that something was amiss as soon as you start putting on an attire that he finds disgusting. That you wouldn't just perform in front of him like usual.

"I-It... It was just one dance. One... just one! I swear!" You cried, pleading with your sorrowful eyes, as he attached the metal cuffs to the chain attached to the wall. "I'm sorry... please... please don't do this..."

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look up at him. "I've been tried to save you. To keep you out of that filthy gutter. But you kept on coming back," he said through his teeth.

"Al—"

Your skin stung and ear began to ring as soon as a hard slap landed on your right cheek.

"You wanted to be treated like a slut? So be it!"

He took one of your nipples in his mouth, nibbling it while roughly pinching and kneading the other.

You tried to get away by grabbing the metal chain above your head, but he immediately caught on and placed his hands on your hips.

"Do that again. I dare you."

You pleaded while trying to keep his tongue away from your overstimulated core, but he simply pushed your legs against your chest. Savoring your juices like a madman.

"M's...rry..." you slurred while looking at the painting hanging on the wall. Something you've never seen before. "No... more... no more..."

"Why?" he asked before chuckling. "Can you even do something about your situation?"

A sharp gasp came from your lips as soon as his girthy cock slid into your abused hole.

The sound of chain and the creaking of the bed created a deranged symphony—one that Alastair would listen to over and over.

Your sense of time became non-existent as he made you understand who owns you. Only when he became exhausted did Alastair stopped.

You tried to wiggle away, but one firm grip kept you in place. Followed by a swift thrust from him.

"Stay still."

"Let me... go..."

Alastair chuckled before whispering into your ear. "And where will you even go?"

He grab your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "This is your home now."

Note: It's my birthday on Tuesday. I'll finalize the mini-event we'll do on that day. Commissions are open. Requests are also open (might take time due to irl work).

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You could write to a yandere sugar daddy x fem stripper! reader?

Will be posting in a bit! Available now!

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Do you accept requests or just commissions?

Also open for requests!

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I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE THE YAN HOTLINE FIC SO MUCH

There's more to come! ;)

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call disconnected.

Yandere Hotline: 1/? | src | commissions: open

"Why did you touch that man's hand?"

Alexei, one of your most frequent callers, asked while strained voice. "I've warned you! Multiple times! How could you do this to me?"

You decided to mute the mic on your end while listening to his rant. For some reason, he's starting to act weird around the third time he asked for your service.

"Speak while I'm still being nice," he demanded as he call your name. Your real name—the one he's not supposed to know. "Stop ignoring me!"

You took a deep breath before unmuting your mic. "Alexei..." you said with shaky voice.

"Do. NOT. Use. That. Tone. On. Me." Anyone in their right mind would've shivered upon hearing his stern warning; unless of course you're a seasoned 'darling' from a shady company like yours.

You tried speaking up once again, but you suddenly hear another man's cry for help from the other line. "Please... have mercy... have mercy..."

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. The other man's voice sounds familiar, but you can't tell where you've heard it before.

"Do you want to know what happens to stubborn darling like you, hm?" Alexei asked followed by other pained scream from the other man. "You'll cost them their lives."

You looked around, hoping that your immediate supervisor is available to support you at this point in time.

"Stop looking around."

You could almost hear your heart drop. Your company boast their 100% privacy rate. That they do not just value their clients but as well as their employees.

"How could you betray me like this? Why..." he let out an exasperated sigh. "Why are you trying to save this man so hard?"

"Alexei... what are you talking about? I've been following your instructions. Word by word."

You tried de-escalating the situation, hoping that it'll help you buy some time until your supervisor is near your area.

"I-I'm staying in my room, like you've instructed... I-I've no idea who—"

"—do you really think you can use that against me?" He cut-off your attempt to use the scenario he started during his second call.

He suddenly laughed before a loud bang echoed in the background. "You better watch your back, darling. If you don't want me to come and get you."

By the time your supervisor stood next to you, the call was already disconnected.

You asked for a one-on-one meeting to brief them about what happened during the phone call.

Your supervisor shook their head before spilling the beans that most people doesn't know.

None of the phone calls were recorded to ensure the privacy of the clients and the employees. But perhaps that rule only favors the clients.

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Yandere Hotline

Open for commissions. Enjoy.

"The society doesn't understand people like us. They cannot understand our desire to provide for our beloved. They can never understand our need to protect them at all times. How we needed to keep an eye on them to keep them from harm."

He stared at the camera. Or perhaps at the person behind it.

"But after seeing one misery after another, I had a spark of inspiration. Since I have the means to do it, why don't I establish a company for people like me? Like us? A hotline meant for our deepest darkest desires. A place where our darlings are within arm's length."

Tears began to fall from the person behind the camera. Their bare body shivered while they take a step back from it.

The sound of metal clanking could be heard in the background. His head perked as he clenched his fist.

"I'm X... and we welcome you to Yandere Hotline."

Stories that are part of this series will be tagged after the cut:

call disconnected. | yandere alexei x reader

dropped call. | yandere yulian x reader

call avoidance. | yandere heimdall x reader

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Are writing commissions still open?

Hi! Thank you for reaching out! Yes, it's still open!

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NSFW content! Old and stale porn meme with a twist. GN Reader, monster shenanigans.

Y’all…Fake Taxi but monster edition. You hop in the cab to go home and end up fucked raw by a bunch of beastly creatures.

They do drive you as intended, eventually. You don’t even have to pay. But you have to come up with a reason as to why you’re limping like that and why you can’t sit without wincing for weeks. At least your friends and family haven’t seen the unholy claw marks left on your back. To the monsters’ defense, you asked for it halfway through.

Was it a terrifying experience? Maybe. Did you remember the car plate in order to ask for their service again? Definitely.

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Looking for yandere. Nah, just kidding. Hi there! Noir here. I'm in dire need of cash for my lab tests and medication that comes after that. My day job is not enough to cover that expense.

Anyway, I'm accepting commissions (and donos for those who wants to). Will be accommodating you here on tumblr or via discord or email (if you want to). My kofi's not working atm. Or at least, my paypal business account.

This is not an invite for yanderes. Okay?

Your delulu creator,

Noir.

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Update about this one! Will create a format with the image source near the banner! Will also link the creator's socials that I can find.

Hi! Yes, Noir here. Before I update anything, I wanna know if you'd like me to add the link to the image sauce I use on my headers within the content/posts or should I make a separate post containing all the sauces at once?

Your response is highly appreciated! I wanna have a more uniform post moving forward and I'm currently designing the layout for the posts here.

Thank you!

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Hi! Yes, Noir here. Before I update anything, I wanna know if you'd like me to add the link to the image sauce I use on my headers within the content/posts or should I make a separate post containing all the sauces at once?

Your response is highly appreciated! I wanna have a more uniform post moving forward and I'm currently designing the layout for the posts here.

Thank you!

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I don't want to sound rude but would you consider to change the header or your profile picture? I almost mistook you as a bot

Hahahahahahaha hi anon! I forgot to change it. Hahahahahahaha will do so today 🤣

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Hello!! I would like to ask which Yan will notice first if your sensitive spot seems to be behind ears?

Hi, anon! Sorry this took so long 🫣

He’s not yet introduced, but I'd say Nathan (Yan!Husband). Unlike the other OCs I've posted before, he slowly built his relationship with you. There's a well-founded trust and affection between you two... before everything went downhill.

Basically, he discovered the sensitive spot behind your ear during one of those days while you're playing under the sheets. He'll pull you closer to him, afraid of losing you while he's sleeping. His warm breath was enough to gain a reaction from you. He felt it, making him nut.

TL;DR: It's Nathan. :) But from the OCs atm, it's Callixto.