#Warner rich yandere

[untoldstar]

Your writing is addictiveeeee. Can u do ur ocs reaction to being cheated on by reader? Im so down bad for jesse 😫 hes just a lil guy who wants to be loved! Sue me!

The yanderes reaction to you cheating on them

Thank you smmm🫶 but fr I’m down bad for Jesse as well even tho he’s a lil psycho🫠

I can make a part two for the rest of the oc’s if anyone’s interested I just usually go for these oc’s because they’re the most popular and seem like a common favorite.

warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere themes, murder, stealing appearance and changing appearance (not reader), nsfw content, imprisonment, keeping reader locked up.

find out more about these characters here.

Ava (yandere best friend)

She’d go off the rails. She’ll cry and sob her heart out. she won’t talk to anyone except for you. Her phone is filled with missed calls and worried messages from her family and friends. Everyone gets so worried they start showing up at her apartment door but she’s too busy crying into her pillow waiting for your call or to hear your sweet voice outside her door.

She’d take you back in a heartbeat. Just please please don’t leave her.

Even if you already moved on and decided to be with your partner she’s still stuck on you and obsessing over how to get you back.

She’d go over every detail of the physical traits of the bitch you cheated on her with and tries to match it. What did you even see in them? they’re nothing compared to her!

Doesn’t matter. She’ll do whatever it takes. She’ll go as far as dying her hair, getting new piercings if they had any, changing her makeup, changing her entire wardrobe.

You’re absolutely mortified when she shows up at your doorstep looking like your partners lost twin.

Theo (yandere boss)

All his past paranoia will come right up to the surface. He’s always wanted to lock you up so no one would look at you so. No one would breathe your air. He didn’t want anyone to have the pleasure of even looking at you.

And you’ve finally given him a reason.

He has you cooped up in his mansion with no way of getting out. You’re always watched and monitored. Most of the week he’s working from home to be around you. Clothing you, feeding you, bathing you. He won’t let you out of your sight for a single second.

And every time you ask about your partner he’d smile softly and tell you to not worry about them. They don’t mean anything to you anymore.

Because they’re not here anymore.

Warner (rich yandere)

He can never be angry with you. No never~

But he will give you the punishment you deserve.

And he has certain methods for punishment like having you tied up to his bed and leaving you all alone in a dark lonely room with a vibrator strapped to your cunt.

You’re not truly alone of course, he’s always watching you with the cameras he set up.

Howw else is he supposed to stop the vibrator right when you’re about to cum?

Other than making you struggle for his forgiveness he also has to keep you busy while he gets rid of your little problem. He’s hurt people for you before and certainly has killed them but he’s never gotten to this level of cold blooded torture.

He spills their blood while in a trance like state, he’s absolutely drenched in their blood and the scene is gruesome enough to have his body guards who have seen many similar things while working with him not withstand this particular scene.

But you won’t know any of it, you don’t have to. They’re a distant memory by the time he’s back home in brand new clothes and looking as sharp as ever. Some of that rage is still simmering under that cool exterior though so he’s not quite finished with you yet.

Yandere bully

You’re not even in a relationship the guy tortures you on a daily basis! but he saw you get all blushy and smiling while another guy was teasing you in the hallway.

You never blush when he messes you what the fuck is that about?

That’s as good as cheating in his delusional mind.

He starts clinging to you everyday even more than before. Scowling and glaring at any guy who passes you by like a guard dog. You’re too focused on his asshole behavior to notice that you haven’t even seen the guy since.

You’ve heard students around you murmuring about a student who’s been in such a bad accident that he can’t even walk anymore. So many broken bones, swollen flesh, he might have even gotten a brain injury. Poor thing can’t even come to school anymore.

You never made the dots…

bonus! Yandere tentacle monster

Nom.

Let’s not forget this guy is an actual monster the second that guy gets on top of you on the bed he has already devoured him.

He walks toward you with an icy expression while wiping the blood off his mouth not paying any mind to your mortified expressions.

“You could’ve of at least brought a proper meal pet. That tasted absolutely terrible. I’d much rather eat you instead~”

the person reader cheated with knowing they’re absolutely fucked no matter who the oc is:

[yandere-toons]

I neeeed some Yakko kidnapping the reader after falling in love with them. This is the first person Yakko ever truly fell head over heals in love with and wants to make sure they’re all his and “safe.” At first there’s some rough patches but Stockholm syndrome takes them over and the reader ends up being a parental figure to Wakko and Dot while dating Yakko. -🎪

Yandere Yakko Warner (Romantic Scenario - "Just Desserts")

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Psychological Manipulation, Food Poisoning, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – I bounced around a variety of moods while writing this, so enjoy the ride.

A feminine voice descended from above, penetrating the barrage of shrieks. "Are they okay?" It was muffled as if you had two pillows pressed to your ears.

Screams pounded against the confines of your mind. Even as a sweltering heat bulged in your throat, the shrill cries conjured nothing but irritation. The noise seemed to belong to a separate person, for the discomfort permeating your thoughts opposed the terror embedded in your expression.

The twitches rattling your limbs like the tolling of church bells refused to cease as bright lights plagued your vision.

"Nothing to worry about, baby sis. They just need a little time to adjust," assured a confident voice, this one much louder and clearer.

A third pondered aloud, "Should I bring them a piece of the turkey?"

The white glow consuming your eyes plummeted to darkness as the unseen bystanders began to converse with one another, a series of chuckles maturing into boisterous cackling. Their words rose to such a flamboyant volume that each syllable leaked into the next, but not a single phrase reached your ears as anything more than nonsensical ramblings.

The sensation of spinning was joined by a nauseating flip of your stomach. Just before your last meal could greet the floor, a force seized your arm and yanked you into the air.

A twinge of pain in your back prompted you to wince. The resilience of Yakko's bones was an enigma, but the lack of his morning chitchat was a greater anomaly.

The first sight to confront you was the underside of Dot's bed. Mind fighting to dispel the blur infesting your vision, you shook your head and focused on the teal wood of the frame. Droplets of cold sweat populated your forehead, but the tension that had overtaken your system a moment prior flowed away in a single exhale.

Sharp hues bordered your vision, the clattering of plastic balls signifying your unconventional resting place. You lifted yourself from the ball pit like a mud monster bursting from the depths of a swamp and rested a hand on the bedstead.

It failed to elicit the same fear that had seized your being for weeks after the event. Recalling his zealous speech about strengthening the relationship now channelled complacency, a bizarre feeling reminiscent of a survivor noting the environmental benefits of a storm that had levelled their home.

The isolation of the water tower combined with the lofty capacity for violence inherent in Toons provided no shortage of opportunities, but Yakko had yet to harm you in any tangible way.

There was the periodic bout of unwanted affection but nothing that fostered scars. Where you spilled cereal and anticipated insults, he would joke about the fast-food restaurants growing rich off him as he left to procure your new meal. When you first saw him raise a fist, you shut your eyes, only to feel him pat your shoulder and draw you into a hug.

If he had indulged in aggression, you would have a plethora of reasons to be scrambling over the guardrail every day. His behaviour was free of malice, and this apparent benevolence made your insistence on rejecting him seem flimsy.

The jingling of empty bottles evoked a spark of surprise in your movements. Turning to the kitchen, you spotted Dot idling in front of the refrigerator, shoulders hunched and fingers encircling the handle. Waves of frigid air struck her form, but the pink bathrobe tied to her body provided a shield against the cold. She stared into the appliance with a glower.

An unnatural stillness lingered in the water tower, the quiet voices of the television serving as the only reminder that Yakko's propensity for conversation had not degraded your sense of hearing.

The meagre grunts enveloping the sofa drew your gaze to the peculiar sight of Wakko rolling across the cushions as if he were flattening pizza dough. A groan slipped past his lips as he flopped onto the arm of the chair, ears drooping and tongue protruding from his mouth.

Scanning the living space with a dazed frown, you lowered your arm and looked at Dot. "Where's Yakko?"

The Warner Sister slammed the door shut. "He went out." Displeased with the slim selections, she marched to the nearest cabinet and flung it open. Stale bread crumbs the colour of snow and barren cans littered with cobwebs welcomed her. Dot scowled and hopped onto the countertop, clenching her teeth as she struggled to grasp the knob of the highest cabinet.

A sudden urge to assist the young Toon flowered in your mind, and you marched forward to open the door.

She turned to you in surprise before smiling and standing on her toes to peer inside. A lone box of cereal occupied the dingy space, blanketed in dust and flaunting various gashes. The corners of her snout plunged into a deep grimace. Dot plucked the food from its dark home and leapt to the floor, muttering, "It's no good without milk."

Your gaze crinkled at the miserable edge in her voice. Observing such a rambunctious Toon reduced to drooping eyes and an empty stomach summoned a desire to alleviate her hardship. Shifting your attention to the refrigerator, you clutched the handle and swung the door aside.

Dot paused her attempt at shovelling the dry grain into a bowl, lowering the box to the table. She sighed and glanced at the entrance as if debating whether the effort was futile or not. A look of shock crossed her face when the cereal was drenched in milk, and she whirled around to find you holding a now empty bottle.

The putrid stench of spoiled meat invaded your nostrils with a punch. A hunk of turkey sat in the centre of the top rack, sizeable bites scattered across its surface despite the visible deposits of mould.

After a minute of rummaging around the rotten bird, you spotted a bottle with a gulp of milk residing on the bottom shelf. The liquid thumped the glass as you lifted it from the stink saturating the compartment.

Her astonished countenance earned a smile from you. After discarding the bottle in the trash bin, you swiped a spoon from the utensils drawer and dipped it into the meal. The cereal spun like a whirlpool inside the bowl as you stirred the neat amount of milk. The liquid splashed against the clumps and flailed most of them in a glossy veneer.

Dot watched the process in silence, eyes wide and bewildered.

You propped the spoon on the side of the bowl and retreated to the end of the table with hopeful energy.

The Warner Sister raised a bite to her mouth, swallowing the grain in a slow gulp. The cold rush of the milk prompted a cheer to burst from her lips as she raised the cereal into the air and extended it towards her older brother. "Wakko, we have food!"

Wakko had remained draped over the arm of the sofa, awaiting his brother's return with a rumbling stomach. A speck of dust wafted through the air as his hands brushed the floorboards in search of crumbs from his earlier feast. He probed the crevices and plunged any colourful grains into his mouth, but his tongue sagged at the taste of grime. A tinge of green flushed in his cheeks.

"I was gone for an hour, and you already replaced me?"

The three of you whipped around to find Yakko standing in the doorway to the outside world, multiple bags of fast food clutched in his arms. He adorned a mischievous smile and shook his head. "For shame, sibs. I thought we were closer than that."

The amused voice of their eldest brother drew cheers from his younger siblings as they clambered off the sofa and scurried to the entrance. Yakko unfurled his arms and dropped a bag into their eager clutches, sliding the rest down his fur and catching them in his hands.

Wakko staggered to the nearest sack and latched onto it, stuffing the paper and all down his throat. He began to reach for another, and Yakko surrendered a row of food to avoid losing his arm.

Dot snatched a bag and unfolded it, only to frown. "Yakko," she grumbled, "I told you I can't eat this. It makes my face break out."

The eldest Warner shrugged and rested a hand on his hips. "Sorry, baby sis. The special on lobster bisque ended yesterday."

A glower stretched the thin line of her lips as she passed the food to a ravenous Wakko before a smile replaced it. "It doesn't matter!" She pressed her fists to her waist and shook her shoulders, acquiring a delighted attitude. "I have cereal."

Yakko watched her skip to the kitchen table in puzzlement. The sight of his sister brandishing the bowl like a weapon while you grinned filled him with joy, and he ambled towards the two of you. "Homemade cereal?" A chortle escaped him. "How can I compete?"

"You can't," proclaimed Dot, swishing her tail. She sauntered past him to plop herself on the centre of the sofa.

Your gaze followed the Warner Sister, confirming that she was relishing the meal. A bogus cough spurred you to face Yakko.

"Sorry to leave you by yourself, but the sibs wanted a late lunch. And I just didn't have the heart to wake you up." He plopped the bag of fast food onto the kitchen table and flashed a smug grin, eyes narrowing in playful curiosity. "I trust I was missed terribly?"

His dedication to dialogue had made the scarcity unusual, but it would have been a lie to claim that it was a welcome change. The moments of serenity were infected with aimless thoughts on when he would return. No amount of daydreaming was able to compensate for his ludicrous discussions. The water tower felt duller without his commentary to ignite fits of laughter when you were determined to be brooding.

A slight smile reached your lips, conveying a blend of relief and bafflement. "I'm glad you're back."

Yakko's grin brightened, and his ears pointed to the ceiling in an abundance of elation. He had intertwined his hand with yours when the sound of gagging shattered any intimacy.

Crumpled sacks of fast food surrounded the collapsed form of Wakko, the Toon expelling laboured breaths and sweating torrents. He groaned and opened his mouth, but his limbs did little more than drag along the floor. Half of a drumstick slid down his tongue, chunks of meat still clinging to the bone, and collided with a paper bag in a mess of saliva.

"Little bro?!" Both you and Yakko rushed to his side, Yakko kneeling beside him while you placed a hand behind his head and elevated it.

Wakko coughed until the second half of the bone exited his throat. His breathing softened as the pain contorting his face improved to a drowsy frown.

He was threatening to shut his eyes and sleep, so you slipped your arms underneath his legs and shoulders and lifted him from the ground. After walking to the sofa, you noticed the aghast stare of the Warner Sister.

Dot had abandoned her cereal in favour of plunging her fingers into the cushion, watching the situation with quivering limbs and a gaping mouth. She seized the bowl but retained her horrified countenance as you lowered yourself onto the adjacent seat.

Yakko scrambled to sit next to you and inspected his younger brother with a worried frown, releasing a powerful sigh upon realizing he was asleep. A grateful smile dominated his visage. "You know, you're not bad at that."

You had begun to turn towards him when Dot clutched your shoulder, drawing your inquisitive gaze to her scooting closer. She cast a concerned glance at her unconscious brother before leaning against your side.

The action conjured a surplus of warmth in your chest. A quiet grunt left your lips at the sensation of fur brushing the nape of your neck. Looking at Yakko in surprise, you discovered that he had rested an arm around yourself and Dot.

He pointed the TV remote control at the receiver and bathed the room in obnoxious light, sporting a contented smile. "Just like a family."

[untoldstar]

I miss Warner so much how would he behave (if at all) if he found out the reader is poor & can't afford quality food?

male rich! yandere x poor fem!reader

warnings: stalking, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, control (basically of the readers life)

If you thought he was persistent before you won't believe the lengths he would go to if he found out you were poor. Aside from the luxuries he gifts you he also worms his way into every aspect of your life, completely turning your life around.

After a long shift, you'd find a hot meal waiting for you in the kitchen, at the end of the week your apartment is sparkling and your fridge is stocked with groceries for you, and of course, he can't help spoiling you even more with designer bags, clothes, you name it! After all, you only deserve the best. His beautiful darling.

Now, If it were up to him he'd have you living with him but seeing as you are far too stubborn he takes care of your rent, maintenance, and cleaning.

Of course, if you get too tired of living there, a fully furnished mansion waiting for you. As much as he wants you living with him he would still much rather you live somewhere he personally set up for you where he can watch you even more closely than in your apartment.

You will never forget the time you were walking out of your workplace and you saw a car waiting for you in the parking lot, a red ribbon decorating it. Just then your phone dings with a text message.

"Do you like it? I thought something like this would suit you. If you want another model just say the word, love."

You huff then roll your eyes when you hear your coworkers squealing and fawning over the gift behind you near the entrance.

He watches you as you constantly reject his advances and refuse his help (when you can anyway) and he can't help the frustration that slowly bubbles up in him over time. Can't you see? All he wants is to give you the life you deserve. Why won't you accept him?!

It's alright. He'll give you the entire world if that's what it takes. Either way, you're his.

[untoldstar]

rich! yandere x fem reader pt.2

tw: yandere themes, stalking, obsessive behavior, abuse of power

“Thank you for squeezing us into your schedule, we hope you’ll take our offer into consideration. Please, take your time when coming to a decision” the man stands up gathering his papers swiftly and putting them in his briefcase, warner stands up, he has an expensive suit on the dark color of it dripping with luxury, its fit highlighting his muscular build, broad shoulders, perfect posture but his stature is still relaxed, he smiles politely at the man and nods "I'll think it over carefully, let me see you out" he leads the man outside exchange farewells and a handshake, once the man is out and the door is shut he lets out a sigh, that meeting lasted much longer than he expected, he walks across the office towards his desk, his office is spacious, wide shelves containing books, awards, files, on one side of the room a comfortable leather couch and sofa chair with a table in front of them, on the other side of it a small bar, his desk is intimidatingly long and behind it, the entire wall is glass overlooking the beautiful city.

He sits down on his desk chair and turns towards his monitor, his eyes softening once they settle on the screen, a soft smile ghosting his lips "my apologies my love, that took longer than I had expected" on his screen was a security camera footage, live footage of you working diligently at your job, he has access to security cameras everywhere and he installed a few in your house, he leans back in his chair watching you, he considers this a form of spending time with you, as well as making sure no one at your job crosses the line and causes him to get his hands dirty, once a co-worker of yours had thought he was high and mighty because he had gotten a promotion, a client of yours screwed up and caused a big commotion in the office and of course, he was blaming you for it, he watched the man raise his voice at you, he felt pride swell in his chest when you kept your composure and handled the situation like a professional, never cracking once, he loved that about you, still..the man was trash, there was no use for him around you, the next day news spread that he had been fired, he let out a low chuckle in amusement when the microphone on your computer caught you grumbling "serves him right" under your breath.

He's aware of sexual harassment in the workplace so when a filthy man in your office invaded your space when you were alone and groped you he wasted no time in throwing him in a ditch somewhere, not before cutting off his filthy hands for touching you of course, you were such a sweet pretty thing, he can't control the fact everyone wants a piece of you so he takes it upon himself to welcome anyone who tries to make a move on you, look at you, touch you or hurt you, he likes to see how confident they are in their actions for the irony of how pathetic they are when they're on their knees bleeding and pleading for mercy, you're more than capable of course but you're his love, anyone who touches you doesn't deserve to breathe.

He saw you rest your head on your desk "you poor thing you must be so exhausted" if you accept him he would make it all better for you, he'd give you his heart and soul if everything in the world wasn't enough for you, you still don't accept his gifts, at least you don't use them anyway, most of his gifts ended up being sent back or thrown out, except his most recent gift, the lingerie set he sent you is tucked deep in your closet, this piqued his curiosity, did you actually like his gift? were you planning on using it?

His head was in the clouds by now, he was starting to be convinced that you were happy with his gift, that you were finally ready for him, that you'd maybe show up at his doorstep, his present under your clothes, his breath hitched at the thought of what he bought you touching your soft skin.

He snapped back to reality when something on the screen caught his attention, you were talking and laughing with a man as you gathered your belongings, what raised his confusion is him leading you out of the office with his hand resting on your back, were you leaving with him?

He switched to the security camera of the parking lot and sure enough, he saw you getting in a car that wasn't yours with another man. He reached for his phone inside his suit and dialed a number, the line almost immediately picks up, the person on the other line waits patiently for orders, warner doesn't hesitate before he orders in a cold flat tone "follow her" he hangs up, his dark eyes set on the screen.

'my love..who is that man?'

[untoldstar]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about both Warner and Theo being yanderes for the reader, writing full headcanons about both of them together wouldn't add up considering a few minor details as well as the reader's job BUT it still makes sense.

An overbearing boss who wants to keep you to himself not even allowing you to work under another company and a rich obsessive man who wants you to leave the hassle of your job and let him take care of you, just imagine the chaos that could occur if those two found out about each other and that they were obsessed with the same person.