#Yandereoc

[intynidad]

yayayayayayayya!

Imagine a Soldier, a DILF,Huge, muscular, and so intimidating! But there are a few drawbacks.. He is VERY possessive and overprotective! (Yandere)

He can’t see you with another man! Or even the thought of a man breathing in your direction is enough for him to throw a sharpened knife at his head.. Even women are rivals to him.. He is a MaleWife! I’m his free time he wants to take care of you! like imagine the pink frills and bows but with camouflage pants and dog tags..

And the way he looks at you.. with so much adoration and love.. Even after transforming into a beast a few moments ago and glaring at the one who dared to even look at his sweet darling!

Scary dog privileges!! A huge almost 7 foot man stalking behind you with a preditorial gaze.. Sending death glares at anyone who passes near you..

you don’t know how he is so stealthyfor being so huge..

Has a huge and muscular body! So he has huge hands and arms.. With lots of bulging veins!

(Imagine grabbing his moobies after a hard day of work.. He would moan and whimper like a bitch in heat.. a string of Thank yous coming out his mouth..)

I imagine he has a hidden piercing probably on his tongue.. but no one knows.. except you.. but isn’t noticeable because he wears a balaclava at work!

Petnames!: Darling, Sweethear, Angel, My love, Princess, Lovely

It took some time but i really like how it came out owo

I got a little lazy on the end but is still good

TW: yandere behavior, description of violence(not towards reader), use of pet names (sugar cube and darling), female oriented reader ??? Tell me if i miss anything owo

Enjoy !

War was not kind to anyone.

First, your father was drafted to fight on the front lines. He tried to write every time he could, but one day, you and your mother stopped getting any letters. That's when you knew it - that your father was dead.

Your now-widowed mother was absolutely heartbroken. You tried to initiate a conversation, saying, -"Hello, Mom,"- but were only met with silence. This is how things have been going since the news of your father. It’s been a lonely and difficult time for your family.

You often found yourself staring out of the window, watching the seasons change. The world outside seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened, while inside your home, there was a void that couldn't be filled.

You saw how the war started to consume your little neighborhood, first your father, then your mother, and now your friends.

"I can't believe it," you said with a shaky voice. "You can't leave me."

You clutched the small phone in your hands while the other person on the line gave a low chuckle, full of sadness. "I know, I know. It's not like I want to."

"Dylan, please," you begged, your voice choked with a sob. "You're sick. You can't go to fight."

"I can't just stay still while the war consumes our lives, sugar cube," Dylan replied with determination. "Listen, I'm going to do everything I can to stay in contact, but I refuse to stay still while our enemies burn our homes and kill our people."

You understood his sentiment, but the fear of losing yet another person you loved was overwhelming. The war had taken so much from you already, and you didn't want to lose Dylan as well.

"Dylan, promise me you'll be safe. Promise me you'll come back," you pleaded.

"I promise I'll do my best, sugar cube," Dylan said softly. "And I promise we'll be together again when this nightmare is over."

As the call ended, you clutched the phone tightly, tears streaming down your face, thinking of the destiny of one of your closest friends. With your vision blurry, that's when you saw it:

[Be the hero of our heroes!]

[Become a war nurse and help today!]

——-

The training was fairly easy, but the hardest part was saying goodbye to your mother. It wasn't because of the response she gave you, but rather the lack of it. The war had taken so much from her, and you leaving to join the medical corps was another sacrifice she had to bear in silence.

After three months of training and preparation, you reached your destination - the front lines. Well, it wasn't exactly the front lines where bullets flew, but it was a place where you felt like you were helping. The makeshift field hospital was a hive of activity, with wounded soldiers being brought in, and the dedicated medical team doing their best to save lives and ease suffering.

Your heart swelled with a mix of fear and determination as you donned your nurse's uniform. You had a newfound respect for the doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly in these conditions, and now, you were one of them.

Every day, you encounter injured soldiers, each with their own story of bravery and sacrifice. You offered comfort, administered care, and listened to their fears and hopes. It was a harsh environment, but the camaraderie and shared purpose among the medical staff gave you strength.

As you continued your work on the front lines, you knew that this was where you were meant to be, where you could honor your father's memory, support your friends, and be a beacon of hope in the darkness of war.

That was until one particularly slow day. Well, as slow as it could be in a war hospital. You were preparing some medical supplies for the medics to take to their respective camps when a superior of yours called you.

-"Y/N! Could you come over and take care of this new patient? I'm kinda busy right now,"- the woman said in a calm tone.

-"Sure, just send them back here, and I'll take care of them,"- you responded.

Her tone was pretty chill, so it was probably just a bruise or maybe a cold. You were preparing some medicine and band-aids when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

-"I'm sorry to keep you waiting; please have a sea-" When you turned around, you were shocked to see a man - no, a practical giant - towering over you.

The soldier was immense, with a rugged face that bore the scars of battle. He had a stern, almost intimidating expression, and it was clear that he had seen his fair share of combat. As he hunched down to enter the tent, you couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation.

-“Captain Samuel Reynolds, a pleasure to make your acquaintance"- he said in a deep, gravelly voice. His uniform was tattered and stained, and he clutched his side in obvious pain.

-"Y/N,"- you replied, trying to regain your composure. You quickly gestured for him to sit on one of the makeshift beds. As he eased himself down, it became apparent that he was wounded, a bandage around his abdomen stained with blood.

-"I heard you're the best nurse in this place,"- he said, his voice filled with both gratitude and a touch of humor.

You blushed at the compliment. The reality was that you were just doing your best, like all the others in the medical corps. You started to assess his injuries, trying to hide your nervousness as you worked to remove the soiled bandage.

-"You've been through quite a lot,"- you commented as you cleaned the wound.

Samuel winced, but he nodded. -"The front lines aren't a picnic, that's for sure. But I've seen worse."

As you stitched up his wound and administered medication, you couldn't help but feel watched as his gaze practically pierced through you. But you continued to do your work, focused on providing the best care you could.

-"Okay, that should do for the bleeding, Mr. Reynolds. Let me go grab some bandages and some painkillers for you,"- you said.

His response caught you off guard, -"...why?"- Samuel said, almost confused about your reasoning.

-"Because, um, you are hurt?"- You stammered, wondering if you had said something wrong.

-"Thanks for the offer, sweetheart, but this pain won't kill me. Plus, there are some other people around that probably need those painkillers and bandages more than me,"- Samuel said matter-of-factly. He expected it to be the end of the conversation. You would probably tell him okay and assign him a bed, and that would be the end of it.

But you surprised him with your firm resolve. -"No,"- you said.

-"Thanks, so I will be going to my bed, then,"- Samuel was more than confused when he registered your words.

-"Wait, what?"- he asked.

-"I'm sorry, Captain, but with all due respect, I will not allow you to do that,"- you said firmly.

-"Do what?"- Samuel was clearly taken aback.

-"I'm sorry, but as long as you are here, I'm in charge of you, and I won't let any of my patients go suffering when they can perfectly take some rest and medication,"- you said, giving him a small, determined smile. It was clear that you weren't going to back down.

Samuel's eyes met yours, and he seemed to be processing your words. His tough exterior had met its match in your unwavering dedication to your patients' well-being.

As you delicately applied pressure to his wounds to wrap them up in bandages, Samuel couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. The way your hands worked so skillfully and delicately had a calming effect, and he found himself strangely drawn to your touch. It was as if your care had the power to make his pain vanish.

However, the sensation of your fingers on his skin made him nervous. His heart raced, and he couldn't quite understand why he felt this way. Samuel, a battle-hardened captain, suddenly felt a wave of discomfort.

-"I'm sorry, but are you okay?"- you asked, looking into his eyes as you reached your hand to his forehead. -"You're a little bit hot."

-"I'm f-fine,"- he stammered, full of shame. How was it possible that he was suddenly stuttering? What was happening to him?

Samuel couldn't quite comprehend the mix of emotions he was experiencing. Here he was, a soldier used to facing danger and making difficult decisions, and yet in this moment, your caring presence and gentle touch had him feeling vulnerable in a way he had never felt before.

A couple of weeks passed, and you continued to care for him. It didn't take much time for Samuel to realize that he was in love. A cold-blooded soldier had become completely enamored by a tiny (in comparison to him) nurse. He couldn't help but follow you with his gaze as you waltzed around the hospital, tending to the wounded and offering comfort with your warm smile.

He felt a profound happiness with you in his life. The war, which had taken so much from him, had also given him something unexpected – love.

One day, when his wounds were practically all healed up, he went for a run around the hospital perimeters. Part of it was to use some of the energy he had built up during his recovery, but deep down, he also wanted to make sure you were safe.

During his run, he stumbled upon a small river with water lilies floating on its surface. They were small in comparison to his massive hands, delicate and beautiful, just like you. Samuel found himself captivated by their fragility and elegance.

He decided then and there. He would confess his feelings to you when the sun went down. Those lilies, a symbol of the tenderness he had discovered in the midst of war, would be his gift to you. They represented the love that had grown in his heart, unexpected and pure, just like the delicate blossoms on the river.

He advanced with a spark to his feet, feeling his heart sincronice to each step he took.

At the entrance of your “office” (it was just a big tent but you liked to call it that) , he called out to you, -"Um, Miss Y/N, are you there?"- He couldn't help but feel a certain nervousness in his voice. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, like he was a teenager again, not a battle-hardened soldier.

When he didn’t hear anything he decided to just enter and wait for you.

It was weird. You usually would check for medical supplies and then come back to your tent to put on your uniform and THEN start the day…not like he had your whole schedule memorized of anything.

He started to worry. Maybe you had been distracted or were in some kind of danger. The concern for your well-being began to overshadow his initial nervousness. He scanned the tent, looking for any signs of where you might be or if there was trouble.

He bolted to his feet again running to the “hospital”, full with worry.

When he got there he asked to another nurse if they had see you

-“oh, Y/N. O boy let me tell´ya. They been all lovely dovey with somebody on the back”-

-…what- Samuel felt his heart freeze

The nurse continued without noticing -“ya’ apparently it was an old friend of them. Let me tell’ya boy. The moment that guy enter she almost fainted of happiness. She was like “omg its been so long and””-

Samuel stopped listening half way through. He didn’t care about that guy.

He cared about you.

Who was this guy

How do you know him

He was dangerous?

Was he an enemy ?

He walked with a heavy step. Until he hear a small voice sniffling.

Samuel froze. It was you.

-“aww don’t worry sugar cube. I’m alright told ya’”- a voice he didn’t recognize talked to you

He cringed at the nickname the stranger gave you. Sugar cube

Yes you were sweet and all of that but he had no right to call you that.

-im sorry Dylan is just that *sob* the tears don’t stop- you responded

Dylan huh…where did he heard that name before.

He peeked a little and what he saw made his blood boil.

You were there with tears staining your beautiful face. And that disgusting man was kissing them away. Like he had any right to do that.

He continued to observe in silence.

He saw how this man sat you on his lap while kissing you.

At this point the lilies were long forgotten crushed to mere crumbs into his hands.

And when he saw Dylan slowly caress your leg he couldn’t stand there any longer.

He opened the curtain that separated you three and walked with a heavy step.

-“may i know what you are doing, soldier?”- his voice low and authoritative

Dylan that was not paying attention, bolted his head toward him and with super speed put you down on his side

-S-Sir i'm sorry is- Dylan tried to explain himself while he brushed up his uniform

-“I don’t want to hear it,soldier. Identify yourself and your section”-

-“Dylan Ramirez sir. I just got transfer to site 2-A sir.”-

Ah. That where he knew him. He was a new transfer to HIS section.

-why are you in this stablishment and not reporting to me of your arrival- samuel said with maybe a little to much volume

-“i wanted to say hello to nurse Y/N sir. She is an old friend sir.”-

Friend…he didn’t believe that bullcrap

-i want you out and to run 10 laps around the perimeter.NOW-

And with that Dylan rise to his feet and run towards the exit.

You that were looking at the whole exchange. Felt slightly intimidated. Like the first time you met Samuel. He been so nice with you that you forgot that he is a high rank in the troops.

When your two sights encounter you couldn’t help but look to the ground.

-“are you alright?”- say Samuel on a voice much, much softer than the one he used with Dylan.

You didn’t say anything.

-“is just that…I heard you cry and got worried”- that was partially the truth but he was sure you wouldn’t mind.

-“yea i apologize for the whole scene…Mr Samuel”- you said with a hint of shame on your voice

-“you don’t have to apologize for anything,darling. Is just we are going tomorrow to the front lines again and maybe im a little nervous”- another half truth but alas it was for the best.

-“can i ask you to do something for me?”- you said, still looking at the ground

Oh if only you knew what he would do for you

-whatever you need-

-Please take care of Dylan on the front lines. He is a very important person to me-

Why. Why he was such an important person to you?.

Why does he had that he didn’t?

Why you looked at them without fear and when you looked at him your gaze was on the ground?

Why

Why

WHY

-“sure. Ill make sure Dylan is taken care of”- samuel say after a moment

-“thank you”- you said with a small smile

…..

He still though of that small interaction. He almost felt a hint of guilt for breaking his promise. Almost

He choose Dylan as his second in command to investigate a supposedly abandoned enemy base. That way they could maybe find supplies or a hint to end this war.

He had done this dozens of times.

The feeling of the bone breaking and the warmth of the blood on his hands. But the adrenaline on his veins this time made it a little different. Almost like if it was more personal.

If he had to compare Dylan to an animal it would probably be a deer of some kind.

A frail and sickly one but still a deer

First it was a shoot to the leg. He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground but we both knew that nobody would come.

Then Samuel stepped on his hand with all his force. It made a crack that send a pleasant chill to his own spine.

The beating continued for a while. For too little time on Samuel’s opinion and if Dylan had the ability to speak he probably said it was for far too long.

But no one can really talk with a broken jaw and without a tongue.

When he came back to the base. Nobody question the story of an ambush.

Nobody question that fact that his knife was missing.

Why would they?

After all he was the first in command. He was the commander Samuel

But the acting when he came back to you was supreme. Maybe he should had been an actor instead of a soldier but anyway.

You cried and screamed and punched the air.

It did broke his heart that you looked so sad. But don’t worry he would be here for you as long as you need him

And you wouldn’t need anybody else.

[imsuperhungry]

the game

"I hope we can get off this bus soon—it smells awful in here," I said, covering my nose and making a dramatic gagging gesture.

"They never clean this place, no wonder," Maggie said, grimacing at the surroundings. "The seats are probably soaked in sweat. It's like they're trying to make the ride as unpleasant as possible. Ugh, I can barely stand it."  

Maggie's complaints about the unclean seats were a stark reminder of the uncomfortable ride I was enduring on my way to the next cheer game. As I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, I couldn’t help but hope that the game would be a success.

The six other cheerleaders and I were on the bus, heading to the game, while the eleven boys were on their way to play in the football match. We were representing our highschool team, the Eagles.

Maggie was sitting by the window, while I took the aisle seat beside her. I clutched my duffle bag, which contained my cheer outfit, pom-poms, and all the other essentials I needed for the game. As the bus bumped along the road, I glanced over at Maggie, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness for the game ahead.

"Psst, (y/n)!" I heard someone call out from across the aisle.

I turned to look at him with a smile, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Seb?"

"How about a bet?" he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. His eyes sparkled with a devilish glint, hinting at some playful trouble he was plotting.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I asked, intrigued by what he was about to propose. I leaned in slightly, eager to hear his idea and see what kind of challenge he was planning.

"If we win the match against the Lions, you’ll have to go out with me. What do you say? It’ll be a fun way to celebrate our victory, and I promise it'll be a great time."

I rolled my eyes playfully at him. Honestly, I should have expected this was just another one of his silly attempts to get me to go out with him. I couldn't help but be slightly amused by his persistence.

"Alright, why not? But just so you know, I'm only agreeing to get you off my back. Honestly, you're not even my type." I say with a giggle

He dramatically dropped his mouth open and placed a hand over his heart.

"I'm everybody's type!" he exclaimed, gazing directly at me.

"Not mine," Maggie chimed in from beside me.

I burst into laughter, which made Seb crack a smile as well.

"No, you just know you don't have a chance with me because you look like a rat." he said as he looked at Maggie.

It was Maggie's turn to look shocked, her eyes grew wide as saucers, and her mouth fell open in disbelief.

"Fuck you, Seb!" she shouted at him, faux anger in her voice.

"Nah, I think I'll go with (y/n)." he said, looking at me.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Maggie, who was laughing.

Before I had a chance to say anything, the bus abruptly jerked to a stop, causing Seb to tumble out of his seat and land in the aisle. He let out a surprised yelp as he scrambled to get up, while laughter erupted from the rest of us. 

"Damn!" he shouted as he picked himself up.

"Get the hell out my bus, you're here." the bus driver said, pointing to the building we had stopped in front of.

What the fuck is he doing?" I heard Maggie, looking out the window.

Following her gaze, I spotted what I assumed was their mascot—a tiger—dancing by the doors and waving at the bus.

“Dancing, you idiot,” Seb said. "Duh"

I giggled and began gathering my bag, ready to leave the bus like the other kids. As I walked down the aisle toward the exit, Seb came up behind me.I giggled and began gathering my bag, ready to leave the bus like the other kids. As I walked down the aisle toward the exit, Seb came up behind me.I giggled and began gathering my bag, ready to leave the bus like the other kids. As I walked down the aisle toward the exit, Seb came up behind me.

"Ready to wave those pom-poms for me?" Seb asked with a smirk. "When you're cheering, make sure to spell out my name and declare your love. We all know you’ve got a thing for me."

"Ugh, as if! No one wants you or your three-incher, Seb," I said, pushing him aside. I walked off the bus, leaving the driver to laugh at him.

We followed the mascot into the entrance of the school, making our way through the bustling hallways. The mascot, guided us to a locker room where we could change. Once inside, the room was filled with rows of lockers and benches, the air buzzing with anticipation. We quickly began swapping out of our casual clothes and into our cheerleading outfits, preparing ourselves for the upcoming game.

"Hey, do we just pick any of the stalls to use?" I asked Maggie, feeling a bit confused.

"That’s what I was planning on," she replied, as she started to open the door to an empty stall.

I made my way to the stall adjacent to hers and closed the door with a soft click. Inside, I stripped off my shirt and sweats, tossing them onto a nearby bench. I pulled out my cheerleading uniform from my bag, carefully unfolding it. With a quick, practiced motion, I slipped into the bright, cheerful outfit, adjusting it to fit comfortably as I prepared for the game.

Lastly, I applied a fresh layer of lip gloss, giving my reflection a final touch-up in the small mirror mounted on the stall wall. I then gathered my sweats, folding them neatly before stuffing them into my duffle bag.

The uniform was a vibrant pink, adorned with white cheetah prints on the skirt. The top featured our school logo, with a ribbon intricately tied into the design. To complete the ensemble, we were given stockings embellished with silky white bows.

I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the stall, searching for Maggie. As I navigated the bustling locker room, I accidentally bumped into another girl, who looked up at me with a surprised expression.

She was dressed in a red cheerleading outfit, adorned with a lion emblem on the top. Her long, black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, secured with a red ribbon that matched her outfit perfectly.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to maneuver around her.

"Hold on, do you cheer for the other team?" she asked, stopping me with a frown and a look of surprise.

I looked at her, puzzled, but decided to answer her question anyway.

"Uh, yeah, why? Does it matter?"

"No, I just wanted to let you know that you’re really pretty," she said, smiling warmly at me.

"Oh, uh, thanks. You do too," I replied, offering a quick smile as I walked past her towards Maggie’s stall.

She seemed... nice?

I knocked on the stall where I heard Maggie’s voice and asked, "Are you done in there?"

"Almost done, I just need to put my stockings on," she called out, her voice carrying just enough for me to hear.

I stood outside her stall, listening to the rustle of fabric and the sound of her bag zipping as she got ready.

When she finally emerged, she adjusted her skirt and gave herself a final once-over to ensure everything was in place.

"You ready?" I asked her.

"Yep, let’s go," she replied, flashing a confident smile.

_____________________________________

The air outside was warm and refreshing as we stepped out. The boys were already in the midst of their game, and the match was nearing its end, signaling that it was almost time for us to take the field and perform.

I’m not going to lie, I don’t know much about football at all; I just really enjoy cheering.

A referee blew his whistle, and all the players on the field halted their play, making their way to the benches to grab some water. We were ahead by 10 points.

Maggie sat next to me, and we talked about our dance and how it was going to go, the rest of the cheerleaders talked amongst themselves. I mentioned how I wanted to get ice-cream after the game and Maggie said she wanted to tag along; we might even invite Sebastian if he doesn't say anything that would drive me away.

Sebastian is a friend of ours, he kinda just tags along wherever we go.

I would be lying if I said he isn't kinda cute...

I looked up and noticed that the cheerleaders from the opposing team were starting to gather in a huddle, discussing their routine. Since they were set to perform before us, they were likely preparing and getting into the mood.

Maggie and I watched as the opposing cheerleaders lined up in a single-file line at the center of the field, each one positioned directly behind the other.

"L-I-O-N-S, here's a fact, we're the best!" the girl at the front shouted, waving her pom-poms energetically. I recognized her as the girl who had called me pretty in the locker room and watched as she led the rest of the cheer.

I zoned out, unable to focus on the cheer, as my mind wandered to what I wanted for dinner. Another girl started shouting a rhyme, but my mind kept drifting, making it difficult to concentrate.

I glanced at Maggie, who was watching the girls with an unamused expression. Sensing my gaze, she turned her attention away from them to face me.

"We could definitely do better than that," she remarked, glancing back at the girls with a critical eye.

I searched the benches for Seb, but instead of his dark brown eyes, I found myself looking into a pair of light blue eyes that resembled the sky.

I locked eyes with the boy for a few moments before quickly looking away, nearly forgetting about the girls' cheering in the background.

He glanced at me for a bit longer before chuckling to himself and then turned to chat with his friend, who was also looking my way.

When I finally spotted Seb, he was looking at me too. I waved, and he waved back. We exchanged a glance before one of the boys on our team tapped him on the shoulder.

He held up his index finger, signaling for me to wait a moment. Leaning in, he listened as his friend whispered something in his ear, causing Seb to shake his head.

His friend then glanced at me, winked, and mimed holding a phone to his ear with his hand.ar.

Seb playfully smacked his friend's hand away from his ear, and I couldn't help but laugh. Letting the boys bicker, I glanced back and noticed the girls had finished cheering as the crowd applauded for them.

A person I didn’t recognize waved us down from where we were standing and told us it was our turn to perform.

Our group quickly gathered, finding our starting positions on the field. The energy was electric as we aligned ourselves, each of us taking a deep breath to focus. The anticipation in the air was palpable as we readied ourselves to deliver the cheer, muscles tense and hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm we were about to create.

We burst into our routine, every movement sharp and synchronized. The rhythm of our steps, the snap of our arms, and the chorus of our voices blended together, filling the field with energy. Time seemed to blur as we flowed from one formation to the next, each cheer building on the last.

Before I knew it, we were in our final stance, breathless and beaming, as the crowd erupted into applause.

I stood back-to-back with Maggie, facing the crowd. One hand rested on my hip while the other held a pom pom high in the air, waving it energetically.

Soon after, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. I spun around to face Maggie and wrapped her in a big, enthusiastic hug.

We waved to the crowd and made our way off the field, returning to the bleachers to watch as the boys prepared for the remainder of the game.

I sat back down in my previous spot and told Maggie how great she had performed on the field.

"Hey," I heard a familiar voice say from in front of me. I looked up and saw Seb, grinning at me like a goofball. "You looked amazing out there," he said, his eyes sparkling with admiration. I felt a warm smile spread across my face as I thanked him, the sincerity of his compliment making my cheeks flush slightly.

"Thanks, Seb. You played really well too," I said, my smile widening. "Do you want to join me and Maggie for some ice cream after the game?"

"Ohh, is this your way of asking me out on a date?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye and a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

"Seb, it's a simple yes or no, you doofus," I said, giving him a playful glare.

"Well, if you wanted to go out with me, you could've just asked," he said with a wink, sliding his safety helmet into place.

"IT'S NOT A DATE, SEB!" I shouted after him as he dashed off to join the coach for a huddle.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Maggie, who was wiggling her eyebrows at me with a mischievous grin. "What was that about?" she asked, her smirk widening.

"Nothing! I was just inviting him to tag along with us," I said, trying to defend myself.

"Lies! I saw how nervous you were around him—admit it, you like him!" she said, shaking me by the shoulders with a teasing grin.

"What?! Me? Like him? Ew!" I exclaimed, scrunching up my face and acting grossed out by Maggie’s attempts to get me to admit my feelings for Seb.

"Oh, come on, girl, it's sooo obvious!" she squealed, her excitement barely contained.

I swallowed hard and glanced at her. Maggie’s smile was wide, and her eyes were locked onto mine with a playful glint. Her enthusiasm was almost palpable as she waited for my response.

"Okay, fine! I may or may not have a crush on Sebastian." I admitted, meeting her gaze with a mix of embarrassment and resignation.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Maggie gasped. "I could totally set you two up! I know he—"

"NO!" I interrupted, cutting her off with a frantic shout.

"Sorry, I just think we should wait before I say anything to him," I said, trying to calm the situation.

"Ohhh, so you're scared," she stated, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity as she looked at me.

"What! No! I just—" I started, but Maggie’s unimpressed look made me falter. "Yes. I'm very scared," I admitted with a sigh.

"Why? You know for a fact he likes you back!"

"That's the thing, I don't. What if this is some kind of joke he's playing?" I said, the uncertainty clear in my voice.

"Girl, shut the hell up and ask him out," she said, fixing me with a determined look. "Either you do it today when we get ice cream, or I’ll do it myself."

I hesitated before answering, my mind racing with doubts.

What if he doesn't feel the same? What if this is just part of some cruel joke he's playing?

But then again, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. There's also a chance he really does like me.

"Fine, I'll ask him out." I said as I sighed and rubbed my cheeks.

"Great! I’m so happy!" Maggie said, resting her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh.

I rolled my eyes and glanced back at Seb, who was smiling at me as the game started. I felt my face warm up, and I returned his smile, letting it grow a little. _____________________________________

I held hands with Maggie as we walked back to the front of the school. Our victory in the game had lifted everyone's spirits, and our moods brightened noticeably.

We were still wearing our cheerleading uniforms, but Seb and the rest of the team had changed into different outfits. Seb was on my right, while Maggie was on my left.

He was rambling about the adrenaline rush he felt out on the field.

"It's just, I've never so scared and excited at the same time!" he exclaimed.

"Seb, we get it. You love playing football," Maggie said, rolling her eyes.

"I do! I fucking love it!" he yelled again, his enthusiasm unabated.

"Alright," I began, "There's an ice cream shop just down the street, within walking distance, is that where we go?"

Seb and Maggie both nodded enthusiastically, which made me laugh.

We all walked hand-in-hand, heading in the direction of the ice cream shop.

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Maggie and Seb took a seat at the retro red table in the corner of the shop while I went up to place our orders.

Maggie wanted a "Candy Craze," which was essentially a heaping mix of M&Ms, chocolate pieces, cookie crumbles, and fudge piled on top of vanilla ice cream.

Seb just wanted strawberry ice cream—plain and simple, but incredibly good.

I told the cashier our orders, and she confirmed them, saying they’d be ready in 5 to 7 minutes.

I smiled and thanked her before heading back to my friends.

I’ve always had this rule: be kind to waitstaff, cashiers, and other retail workers. They deal with so many rude people each day; why not spread a little kindness?

I sat down next to Seb and across from Maggie, who were still engrossed in conversation.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through my notifications, feeling bored.

Snapchat...

News station...

Subway Surfers...

James? The fuck-

"Hey!" Maggie whisper-shouted, drawing my attention away from my phone.

"What!?" I whispered back, my curiosity piqued.

She waved her hand, signaling for me to lean in closer to the table, and I complied.

Then, she placed her mouth a few inches from my ear and began to whisper.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a few minutes," she whispered. "While I'm in there, I want you to ask Seb out." She pulled away and looked at me, her gaze intense and expectant.

I tried to protest, but she had already made her way to the bathroom, leaving me no room to argue.

When she left, I looked back at Seb, who was already staring at me.

"Listen, (y/n)," he began, his gaze steady. "I really do want to go out on a date with you. After all, we did win."

Oh, so he's going to ask me out instead? Alright then.

"Honestly, I really think I'd make a great boyfriend," he said with a grin, jokingly flexing his arms. "I've got the looks and the personality."

"Looks, sure. Personality? Eh," I said, jokingly." But since I agreed, I accept," I said with a smile. "I'll go out on a few dates with you."

His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting me to accept after all the previous hesitation and rejection. A look of genuine delight crossed his face as he processed my response.

"Do—uh, do I have permission to kiss you?" he asked, his voice tinged with hopeful uncertainty.

"Why not?" I replied, gazing at him intently.

He leaned in, hesitating as he debated whether to kiss me, suspecting it might be a trap for some reason.

I rolled my eyes, realizing it would take forever if I left it up to him. So, I placed my hands on the back of his head and gently guided his lips to mine.

Our lips met softly at first, a tentative brush that sent a spark through both of us. His breath was warm against my skin as he leaned in closer, and the kiss deepened, growing more assured with every passing second. His hesitation melted away as our movements synchronized, the gentle pressure of his lips gradually becoming more passionate.

The kiss was a blend of sweetness and intensity, leaving us both breathless when we finally pulled away.

I gave him a small smile and excused myself, mentioning I needed to reapply my lip gloss.

I stood up from the booth and headed to the bathroom, just in time to see Maggie stepping out as I approached.

I bumped into her, sharing a quick giggle before I continued walking past her into the room.

I locked the door to the single-stalled restroom and stood in front of the mirror, frowning at the state of my lips.

My lips, once perfectly coated in a glossy sheen, were now smudged and slightly swollen from the kiss. The vibrant color had faded unevenly, leaving patches of gloss mixed with bare skin.

With a small sigh, I reached into my bag, ready to fix what had been undone. 

I reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek tube of lip gloss, twisting it open with a practiced motion. The gloss spread evenly, restoring the shine and vibrancy that had been lost. My lips appeared fuller, the gloss catching the light and adding a subtle, alluring sheen.

I walked back to our table and saw our ice cream sitting there, with a plastic red spoon sticking out of it.

I took my seat next to Seb and took a deep breath. 

“Did you have to run to the bathroom or something?” Seb asked.

“Seb!”

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I lay on my plush bed, my right cheek resting on the pillow and my face buried in the covers. Despite the comfort of the bed, I felt like an idiot with the huge grin stuck on my face.

My mind wandered back to the events of the day—Seb's kiss, his request to see me again, and the whirlwind of emotions that followed. The memories replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile even more, replaying every detail of the moment.

Maggie's mom came to pick us up and drive us home since we didn't live to far away from eachother.

As I was drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the day's events, the ringing of the phone interrupted my peaceful moment. The sound cut through the blur of my thoughts, pulling me back to wakefulness as I groggily reached for the phone.

RING

I groaned and rolled out of bed, landing with a thud on the carpeted floor below.

RING

After a few seconds, I picked myself up from the floor and dragged my feet toward the living room, where the phone was still ringing.

RIN-

"Hello?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep.

"Hey (y/n)," came the familiar voice from the other end of the line.

"Oh, hey Seb. What's up?" I asked, feeling a surge of alertness as the sleepiness quickly faded away.

"I just got a question to ask you," he said.

"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Do you maybe want to come to my house tomorrow? I just found one of my favorite old movies, and I was thinking it could be our first date."

"Sure, what movie?" I asked, twirling the phone cord around my finger

"That's to find out later, it’s a surprise," he said, his smirk evident in his voice.

"Whatever, what time?" I asked, trying to keep my excitement in check.

"Around 8. I've got some errands to run tomorrow," he replied.

"Alright then, I'll see you then," I said, biting my lip and smiling

"See you then, cutie."

[lovezbrownies]

Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment. 

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away. 

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

 “Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!”  Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

also bonus image :3

[calcitedraws]

Meet August F.! His story takes place mid 90s/early 00's.

The item usually found in his pockets:

A butterfly knife

His wallet (sometimes he pickpockets for fun)

Notebook where he jots down notes while stalking you

Baggie where your stray hairs, hairties, etc go while stalking you

Gum and chapstick (he found your chapstick and uses it. It's almost all gone, though)

His phone + charger.

[yourfuckingmomdotcom]

Yandere Goth x GN! Reader Drabble

As someone who is goth, I wanted a goth yandere that reflected the subculture a lot better than I’ve seen some do. Not that others do a bad job, I like a lot of them, but they focus on the look more than the subculture itself and I wanted to reflect my experience a smidge. Word Count: 840

TW: Yandere stuff, stalking, teeth outside of the human body, anxiety mention

🖤 Yandere Goth, living just outside of a major city ends up drifting across the lamp-lit streets whenever he finds himself bored. In a sense, he likes the barren streets with the absence of loud noise and diesel in the air. It doesn’t help that his apartment is quite overstuffed with dark-inclined paraphernalia, or that he struggles to sleep most nights because he prefers to sleep from dawn to the afternoon.

🖤 Yandere Goth, who runs and manages an invite only goth club. It’s slightly elitist and snobby, but he can be very flexible when it comes to guests and the music is always killer. Luckily for him, he has the final say so in who can get in, and more importantly who he can kick out. He will eventually kick out anyone that even attempts to look at you in any way other than a slight glance. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who presents as mostly functional as far as yanderes go, but actually is just hiding all that he does for you. That guy who tried to get flirty in the club? He was “kicked out”, but so were his teeth in the back alley after he dragged him out. Heaven forbid someone attempt anything worse, it won’t end well. Though you did get gifted highly realistic tooth earrings a week later, you thought it was charming assuming the teeth were resin fakes. 🖤 Yandere Goth, sews his own attire due to the fact that there’s not many masculine goth brands that don’t cost a lot of money. Eventually he’ll offer to make you matching clothes just to touch and measure your body. He’s just obsessed with wrapping around the tape measure around all of your sensual areas, or when he rubs his hand down the unfinished muslin seams on your sides to ‘see how it fits’ or ‘if it’s too tight, which will lead to the thread to stretch and rip’. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who would genuinely explode if you allowed him to make you custom lingerie. It doesn’t matter what your gender identity is, you’re gonna be in the most intricately designed lingerie that anyone could offer… (He also definitely has made some behind your back, he keeps it on a mannequin that he got in your size in his room. When you come over he rips it off and hides it underneath his bed.) 🖤 Yandere Goth, believes heavily in the ‘DIY or die’ mentality. Makes more than just clothes including jewelry, faux-leather items, haircare, makeup, and anything he could possibly do on his own. His love language is also gift-giving, so expect to have mountains of custom gear to your tastes.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he won’t kidnap you exactly. He prefers to be more covert in isolating you. He loves you in his club, so he’ll bring you there for every event at his side. But he tries to keep you from wandering too far, irrationally nervous about what others will do or say to you. Sometimes when you sleep over, he’ll leave and lock the door from the outside. When he returns he’ll claim it was a mistake, and offer to stay longer since you’re already here. Eventually he’d try and convince you to move in. If his means of entrapment didn’t work he might try to kidnap you for real, but that would take a relationship he wasn’t confident in and a worrying amount of anxiety from him to even consider. 🖤 Yandere Goth, doesn’t like to admit this, but he really likes to stalk you in the dead of night. He never does it during the day, but he just likes to watch you sleep when he can’t. It’s almost like a dark reminder that the world around him is asleep, and that he should be getting tired. His dark clothes mask him in the night, so even if you wake up you most likely won’t see him. After he goes home, he gets the best sleep of his life, which ends up reaffirming and justifying this behavior in his mind. It’s a toxic cycle he’s gotten himself into, but if you were in an actual relationship the frequency of stalking would dramatically decrease as sleeping next to you basically knocks him out.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he prefers his desolation but he wants to share his self-induced state of loneliness with you. He pleads with whatever might be out there for you to embrace him in his coldest nights, to dance with him to the monotone bass of his favorite artists, or maybe to just have someone who seems to love him back. He promises that what you provide him, he’ll provide tenfold. Just let him love you forever, and he’ll make sure you won’t regret it… But if you reject him, expect some intense stalking followed by him taking you away where he’s sure nobody could interfere ever again.

[cometslittlestorys]

Credits of banners go to @cafekitsune go check out her amazing work.

Title: Zombies can’t pull us apart

Fandom: None

Request: no

Fic type: idk yandere angst

Universe: post apocalypse

Proof read: no

Post Warnings: I made this for my class and I now I haven’t posted so please enjoy this messed up story I made for class. I hope I got all the warnings.

Warnings: Incest, yandere theme, men supremacy, topic of death, hinted self destruction

Dear diary, It’s December 1, 2056, and day one of the zombie apocalypse’s, it all happened so fast, no one saw it coming. I’m still trying to process what’s going on. Mom won’t tell me anything, she just keeps saying that everything will be fine; and it’s not a woman’s place to worry about what is supposed to be the man’s job, but I’m scared. Why do we even have to hide in this bunker?

It turns out that our bunker is connected to our neighbors, so I’ll still be able to talk to Lisa once’s we get a clear that her family isn’t infected. It’s cold in the room I’m supposed to share with my older brother. I wonder what’s going to happen if our parents die. Will I have to take over mom’s job of cooking and cleaning? I don’t think I’ll be able to make it if mom dies that day might be the breaking point for me, Nguyen seems to be loving this; I mean of course he is, he gets to stay inside and boss me around. I don’t blame him. I’m starting to enjoy being in the bunker I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not I just get to be myself it’s nice I like it plus I think mom is getting better way faster down here then she was when was when we had to be outside, I don’t think I want to go back outside again it’s nice to not have to hide my love for him anymore.

I’m so sorry you had to read that horrible trash I’ve been struggling to write due to writer’s block and personal issues but I’ll try to start writing again.

If you guys like this I might rewrite it completely to something in the same style just without the incest.

[officialhunterthefox]

I want to make friends with you cool people (even if you don’t wanna be mine 😔)

BTW!!

Unlike other people my age I am completely fine with suggestive accounts and those people following me (as long as they aren't WEIRD) I make suggestive content too just never post it.

btw I am NOT under 15 and people assume I am 7 because of my voice 😭😭😭

I REALLY LIKE RETRO STUFF HAHAHA (i wish i was born before the 2000s SAVE ME)

I CREATED VIRUSKILLER! KINITO‼️‼️🦅🦅 @viruskiller-kinitoaskblog

(Btw some didn’t understand but when I say under 13 dni I mean the ones who can’t handle gore, horror ect. Because I was HEAVILY inspired by trevor henderson when making horror art)

Current BIG hyperfixtions: Regretevator, kinitopet

I block a lot of people who make me uncomfortable or those who want me to block them (if you don't want me to follow you just dm me and I'll be chill to unfollow or block)

FORGIVE ME IF I AM AGGRESSIVE WITH THINGS BECAUSE ITS HOW I AM (aggressive as in saying "IM GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE" or "I WILL BLEND YOU INTO A DRINK")

Btw little fact (yall need to help me in this): I still am learning neopronouns and struggle with it a lot so if I misgender you and you have neopronouns I am learning please forgive me 🙏

Hunter: 🇲🇽🇮🇹🇺🇸 - Goofy Highschooler who writes, animates, draws and more. - ADHD (mild) - Voice actor - Insane (in a silly way) - I may have a few illnesses but I haven't been "diagnosed" (writing diagnosed like that because my "mother" claims I have got nothing and that my doctor didn't find anything when he clearly said I had adhd to me.)🧍 - VERY BAD ANXIETY IM SORRY, but at the same time I WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH YALL AND TALK!!! - I've been through health class like 4 times so yes I know what s#x is (thats what I mean by me being a mature minor)😭

[orangerosethorn]

Looks like someone became Theron's newest obsession~ Careful, he bites 💛

[iloveyanderes12]

drawing is hard this was my 7th attempt

Below cut for drawn blood

she was just a little hungry

[intynidad]

Shape-Shifter Man!

I kind of Imagine Mika to be like.. A male shaped figure..(little waist 😩) maybe a slender man tentacle mess too?, like having eyes EVERYWHERE. I mean like everywhere! (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Okay.. I’ll get a Liiiiiiitle NSFW here..

What color is his special liquid..?

is it a supernatural color? ;)

-Sincerely, 🐈‍⬛ anon

YES HELLO MY DEAR 🐈‍⬛ ANON <333

The best way I can describe mika is as a liquid

They are constantly moving even if they try to be very still. That’s just how they are!

Eyes pop up from nowhere and then they just disappear again

He can give themselves tentacles but they are more like ??? Putty ???

And yes I can confirm they have a slutty waist and also slutty wrist

I’m tempted to draw them but because they are a shapeshifter they can have any form you guys want !

And his emm special liquid is different color depending of what form they take

They have mainly 3 forms

1) their normal form: were they have a human appearance but without copying anybody (this forms can change depending of the day) (their liquid is white/kinda transparent)

2) the copycat form: where they copy a form of something that’s already existing (color of his liquid depend on the form they are taking)

3) the true form: their monster form, is huge and has lots of eyes (the color of his liquid is grey-ish)

All fo them are up to interpretation but their money ser form is larger than a normal human and has lots of eyes

[imsuperhungry]

lust (yandere! ocs x reader)

Y'know, being perceived as innocent has its perks sometimes...

Take the present moment as an example: no one is even considering the possibility that you might be guilty. Your façade is so convincing that, despite any underlying doubts or suspicions, everyone remains completely assured of your innocence. They see only the mask you've meticulously crafted, unaware of the inner conflict and hidden truths you grapple with.

You were seen as a guardian angel in your small community, always helping the elderly, spreading kind smiles, and supporting the local bakeries.  Your unwavering dedication to lending a hand and brightening others' days earned you deep respect and affection

People adored you. You were greeted with smiles, waves, and hugs, and even received flowers! Your sweetness was renowned—how you consistently prioritized others' needs over your own, and how you maintained your kindness even in the face of the most difficult and unpleasant individuals.

But it was all just a façade, a persona you had to construct to endure. They were oblivious to how you rolled your eyes and discarded the flowers without a second thought. They didn't see the revulsion in your gaze whenever someone touched you, nor did they notice how your eyes constantly scanned the surroundings after you fed, vigilant to ensure no one could ever accuse you.

But you were the one responsible for it all—the blood, the bite marks, the slashes, the guts scattered everywhere. Every gruesome detail, every wound, every drop of spilled blood traces back to you, the horror in those eyes, the silent screams echoing in the void—it's all because of you.

But you can't be blamed. This was something you had to do, just as humans must eat to survive—you needed to feed, too. It was an instinct, a necessity that drove you, something beyond your control. The hunger inside you demanded it, pushing you to act, to hunt, to consume. Survival, after all, is a primal force, and you were merely following the path laid out for you, no different from any other creature driven by the need to sustain itself.

Sure, eating people wasn't exactly socially acceptable, but who was going to stop you? You were powerful, and you knew it. The rules of society meant nothing when you held all the power, and with every ounce of strength you possessed, you could defy them all. 

You could easily brush off any accusations thrown your way, thanks to the unfortunate reality of pretty privilege.

Humans were strange—why did appearances matter so much to them? It was baffling how they placed so much value on something so superficial, letting looks dictate their judgments and actions. Their obsession with outward beauty seemed shallow, yet it wielded an inexplicable power over their decisions and perceptions, this benefited you majorly.

You were considered the most beautiful girl wherever you went, with an irresistible aura that trailed you everywhere. Your presence turned heads and captivated attention, drawing admiration and envy alike. It was as if your beauty commanded a magnetic pull, making you the center of fascination and desire in every room you entered.

But underneath it all, you were a flesh-eating plague. You were a menace, the very embodiment of "evil." Your mesmerizing appearance only concealed a deep-seated darkness, a relentless malevolence that left chaos and despair in its wake.

The reflection in the mirror bore no resemblance to the soul within. But it didn't matter; they were unaware of the truth.

With a giggle, you left the police station, fully certain you wouldn't be caught. The bite marks on him were as brutal as a bear's mauling. deep and savage, a clear sign of something far more sinister than a simple attack. Still, as his "friend", you had to field a few questions.

You'd be satiated for the next few days, or even weeks. Given his larger size, there was plenty to sustain you. The ample supply would give you time to lay low and avoid drawing any unwanted attention, ensuring you could enjoy a period of relative peace before needing to hunt again.

As you stroll down the road, you notice the air has grown colder; summer nights here always bring a chill. The temperature has plummeted, with the cool air seeping through your clothes and nipping at your skin. It feels like a sharp, invisible edge grazing against you, making each breath visible in the dim light. The chill is persistent, wrapping around you like a thin layer of frost, and the once-warm evening now carries a biting, invigorating crispness that makes you shiver slightly and wish for the comfort of a warmer layer, this annoyed you.

The only sounds breaking the silence were the rush of cars speeding past on the adjacent road and the rhythmic click of your black, sleek heels. The steady clack against the pavement seemed almost musical, contrasting with the distant hum of engines. Each step you took reverberated through the quiet night, the sharp sounds slicing through the stillness and amplifying the solitude of the evening.

Then you started to ponder what you'd do once you got home. You realized you desperately needed a pedicure—it had been quite a while. Besides that, you also needed to catch up on some reading, tidy up the clutter that had accumulated over the week, and perhaps unwind with a hot bath to ease the day's stress. 

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the man lurking behind you. He moved cautiously, taking care to stay as silent as possible as he approached. His footsteps were barely audible, and the shadows seemed to cloak his presence, making him nearly invisible in the dim light. Each step was calculated, his breath held in anticipation as he closed the distance, intent on remaining undetected.

But men are all idiots.

He accidentally tripped over his own shoe, and with a clumsy lurch, he fell hard onto the cement pavement. His body hit the ground with a resounding 'Smack!', the sound echoing sharply in the night. He sprawled out, arms flailing as he lost his balance.

You jolted back to reality and spun around swiftly, only to find a man sprawled on the ground with his right cheek pressed against the pavement.

You immediately connected the dots. At first, you were irritated—someone had been trailing you for God knows how long. But as the realization sank in, your annoyance quickly turned into a smirk.

You suddenly realized what you were going to do with him. A plan took shape in your mind, one that would make use of this unexpected opportunity. The situation had shifted in your favor, and you saw a chance to turn the tables, ensuring that this intrusion wouldn't go unpunished...

[aeiryths]

yan!emperor x fem!reader drabble

A/N: there's a lot of backstory to this couple, and I want to do more on it, but that really depends on how much attention this gets

 Warnings: Some suggestive remarks, bad writing, murder, mentions of murder, manipulation (if you squint), degloving (of face)

WC: 1,969

Yan!Emperor was always just so busy. He never had time for you, especially after he forced his way into this position. He was so busy with paperwork, denying marriage proposals, and upgrading the army. It was a very well renowned army, one which only grew when he took over the other kingdoms and joined them to the beautiful empire he created.

Yan!Emperor had killed your husband. You were supposed to marry the prince, Silas, but on the day of his coronation he was murdered by the now Emperor. In front of you, might I add. However, that ordeal is for another story. He was cold and distant to begin with, but he was even colder and more distant after the murder and his surprise promotion. You had become distant with him too, at least tried to. He had pulled a lot of strings and a lot of stunts to get you this attached. You couldn't go a day without seeing him, even though you were denying yourself the contact  you so craved.

Yan!Emperor was always just so busy. He never had time for you, especially after he forced his way into this position. He was so busy with paperwork, denying marriage proposals, and upgrading the army. It was a very well renowned army, one which only grew when he took over the other kingdoms and joined them to the beautiful empire he created.

Yan!Emperor had killed your husband. You were supposed to marry the prince, Silas, but on the day of his coronation he was murdered by the now Emperor. In front of you, might I add. However, that ordeal is for another story. He was cold and distant to begin with, but he was even colder and more distant after the murder and his surprise promotion. You had become distant with him too, at least tried to. He had pulled a lot of strings and a lot of stunts to get you this attached. You couldn't go a day without seeing him, even though you were denying yourself the contact  you so craved. 

The truth was, you wanted him. Even while you were with your husband, you craved him. Not in any sexual way, you just had this unwavering sense of longing for someone who didn't seem to give two shits about you. He never cared about you, that's what he told himself, but he was trying so hard to make his sayings a reality. He was trying his hardest not to be so captivated by your beautiful smile, your gorgeous hair…

Yan!Emperor secretly, very secretly had a soft spot for you. A spot just soft enough to not feel like concrete when you laid on it. It was similar to that playground material, if you know what I mean. He never told anybody about it, and would probably kill them if they found out through some magical means. He valued you, even though he didn't show it. He didn't kill you that day because he liked you. We shouldn't call it "liked." He was obsessed. He was obsessed with you, your entirety. Your laugh, your voice, your being. He craved it. The passion he had for you was absolutely primal, but he kept it locked away. And it would never see the light of day.

That was until you met Carver. This motherfucker. Carver shared the same passion as the Emperor did. However, his passion was outspoken. He voiced how much he liked you and how much he values your friendship, and it fucking enraged the emperor. 

Yan!Emperor couldn't fucking think straight. He was seeing red, pacing in his diplomatic office with his heels clicking furiously against the tile floor. His hand was on his forehead, trying to get himself to come down from this high of anger. But he couldn't. He couldn't stand the way he looked at you, the way you looked at him and talked to him so carelessly as if you didn't know what Carver was. You didn't know half of the things he did about this scum. This utter man-child who was coercing you into being his friend. This guy was a fucking creep. Carver was, by definition, the scum of the Earth. The trash of the heavens, hell's favorite. He was obsessed with you.

The worst part is, Carver didn't have personal boundaries. Sure, physically he did, but when he was alone? Things that man would do are utterly blasphemous. Was so obsessed with you that he drew pictures of you in less than decent poses. In less than decent states of dress. And he got off to it. He got off to you at your most vulnerable. Something just had to be done.

Yan!Emperor, with his pale golden hair that cascaded down his shoulders like a beautiful waterfall of blonde, his perfectly pale skin and beautifully sharp jawline, his crystalline Amber colored eyes, was a violent man. He was a vile man. Even though he looked and dressed like an angel, he was far from one. He harbored so much hate in his sad, cold heart that it could fuel the lights of hell for decades. Now, with the introduction of Carver, he had a way to get rid of that anger. It wasn't a healthy way, but it was a way he had. And it was fun for him, a wins a win.

It didn't take too long to get Carver alone, away from you. Carver was employed by him after all, and our emperor could do whatever he wanted. He was the emperor, who's going to say no to him? 

Carver thought this was a formal meeting, since it took place in the diplomatic office with the door closed. 'Must be important,' Carver thought, his heart rate picking up a little. It was indeed important. This would signify the beginning of Yan!Emperor's outward obsession with you. 

"Carver," Yan!Emperor said, his tone dangerously low.

"Yes, Emperor Alnair?" Carver asked sheepishly, swallowing nervously. He was never called into the presence of his Emperor alone before. One could easily assume he was nearly crying.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Alnair asked, picking up a fancy glass from his desk and pouring some hard liquor into the cup. "No, sir." Carver admitted, clasping his hands together behind his back and turning his gaze towards the beautiful polished tile. The Emperor stayed silent for a moment, taking a drink from his glass before placing it down, on a coaster, on his dark wooden desk.

"You're a piece of shit, Carver." 

Alnair just couldn't control his anger anymore. He was beyond pissed that Carver ever had the impression that you were on the market. You were not on the market. You were his. You were property of Alnair, and nobody else.

Before Carver could speak again, Alnair strode from behind his desk to meet Carver in the middle of the room. Alnair stood at 6'6", while Carver only stood at 6'.  Alnair circled the anxious Carver, his eyes glittering with pure hatred. Carver tried to back away, but Alniar's hand shot out and clamped down around Carver's throat.

"You're taking my thing. Y/N. Y/N is mine and mine alone, do you understand?" Carver, nearly crying, said yes. He understood. Of course, there wasn't any other option besides understanding. Not that it would matter, Carver's life ended today.

"I'm going to make sure she never thinks of you, or sees you, ever again. Do you know how I'm gonna do that, Carver?" Carver shook his head, but he had an inkling of what he was going to do. Carver slowly understood that he was going to fucking die. He was going to be squashed into nothing in the diplomatic room, where nobody could hear his screams. Maybe his blood will stay in the tile, which is one of Alnair's ultimate concerns.

Alnair shoved Carver to the floor, watching him grovel at his feet. A sense of power sprang through him. He had taken many lives before, most notably in the War, but he had never done it with this rank. He was untouchable. He could kill him in the town square and nobody would bat an eye. That's how powerful he was. but, he wanted to make it interesting. He wanted to experience the thrill of you almost finding out that he killed your best friend. The friend you had been talking with for a few months now, but had quickly grown close due to Carver's manipulation. That was something Alnair couldn't stand.

Alnair once again circled Carver, chuckling lowly. A grim, psychotic smile etched itself across his perfect features as he thought about how to kill him. There were so many options in this room alone! He couldn't pick one.. So he would do two. Hopefully Carver wouldn't bleed out by the time he got to the second one.

Alnair drew a beautiful dagger from his belt. It was the dagger that Silas would have gotten had he not met his unfortunate demise. A silver blade with small engravings depicting the Gods was joined with a golden cross-guard, encrusted with the finest diamonds in all of Seroth. The hilt itself was also gold, similarly bejeweled with diamonds and rubies. The hilt shared beautiful, intricate engravings with the blade. This dagger, one that granted a new beginning to some, was about to see the ending of another.

Carver backed away, scrambling for any means to defend himself. Unfortunately for him, he was met with the front of Alnair's desk. Damn, now the wood would get stained! How unfortunate. Alnair sighed disappointedly, pulling Carver up to his feet and slamming him face-up on the desk. The knifetip met Carver's hairline, kissing it gently with a promise of pain and absolute agony. The blade was razor sharp, and the simple touch caused some droplets of crimson colored blood to bead out of a small wound. "Ready, Carver?" Alnair asked, leaning deep into Carver's ear to really get that effect of intimidation. "This will hurt." 

And by God, it will. 

Alnair made the first incision on Carver's hairline, causing him to scream out and start flailing. The cup of alcohol was knocked off due to this, shattering on the floor and making quite a bit of noise. Alnair worked on, beginning to cut around Carver's face in hopes of being able to simply pull it off when he was done. For some reason, Carver didn't like this and kept screaming like a bitch. "Help, help! Anyone!" Carver cried out, trying his hardest to push Alnair away. Alnair didn't move an inch, and just kept smiling down at Carver as he degloved his face. It wasn't that appealing anyway.

After a few moments of this, he was finished. His masterpiece was entering phase one. The towering Emperor stood up and stepped back, happily looking down at the crimson pooling out of Carver's face. Where he cut, anyway. It was almost time, in fact it was time. Alnair gently put a hand on Carver's face, surprisingly not getting bit or getting his gloves too dirty. All of a sudden, he grabbed a hold of Carver's face. It bunched up in his hand like a really weird napkin, and he pulled it off. All that was left of Carver's face was a shitshot of muscle and ugly ass eyes. Unfortunately, he was bleeding out. And ruining the desk in the process. With what little energy Carver had left, he fucking screamed. Bentley for Carver, Alnair It's getting tired of his screaming. He was going to enact another few atrocities to him, none of the sexual kind, but his screaming was just so.. annoying. It pissed him off. To resolve this issue, he grabbed the hefty bottle of hard liquor that he had on his desk and lifted it up. He paused for a moment, savoring the suffering and the smell of iron that intoxicated his nostrils, before he slammed the bottle onto what remains of Carver's head. It was a really sturdy bottle, and ended up shattering Carver's skull and splattering his brains about. Unfortunately, the glass and bottle were now broken and he didn't have anything to drink. Another inconvenience was that there was a body on his desk and brains and brain matter splattered all over his room. He would pay the maids extra to clean that up, and would probably get his personal night to get rid of the body.

But with his main competition gone, Alnair finally had you to himself. The mysterious disappearance of your long time friend Carver would be something he would sympathize with, something he would comfort you on. He would help you in any way he could just to make you feel a little bit better! He wasn't that demented after all. 

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i really hope this gets attention, because I really like this plot and would like to do more lol

[calcitedraws]

Just released the yandere visual novel 'Theres Always Tomorrow'. Thank you everyone for supporting me through this! A special shout-out to my team: Skyhalos and Momonas who helped me edit the script and encourage me!

https://calcitedraws.itch.io/theresalwaystomorrow

There's a PC and a Mac version!

(please reblog this)

[litter-of-leeches]

Hello Hello!

Welcome one in all to a new yandere blog!

Here are the general rules and guidelines when requesting:

- this is a yandere blog, there is going to be mentions of stalking, kidnapping, possessive behavior, killing/mentions of harming others or themselves, and other similar topics here. If any of these make you uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ! I plan to tag my stuff accordingly, but I am not responsible for you ignoring tags!

- no bio incest or anything other than platonic interactions with underage characters! Step x step isn't that big of a thing for me, but it's not my favorite. Platonic Yandere big sibling/parent x underage reader is fine, but PLATONIC MUST BE STATED OR I WILL NOT DO IT!!!!

- reader will always remain gender neutral unless asked/stated otherwise

- I don't plan on writing for any yanderes who will be overly violent towards reader and I don't really want to so please keep that in mind

- yanderes can range from human to giant ethereal dieties to eldritch horrors - request whatever! If you want to be specific, that's even better!

- I WILL be introducing yandere ocs! Those posts will be tagged at LeechesOc(s)

- sfw and nsfw requests are perfectly fine!

- if not directly address or if you aren't sure about something, PLEASE ask!

That's all I got for now! If I decide to add something later I'll just edit this!

[cometslittlestorys]

Ok hear me out Yandere ghost music teacher who haunts the house he was killed in.

I might write this I’m not sure what do y’all think?

[officialhunterthefox]

ROAD OF THE PANTHER COOLIO STUFF RAHAHAHA

(I love my video games I am sorry 😭)

First three are younger versions of them while the fourth is just tired Ace.