#desperate yandere

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"call me good," his breath shaky as he held your cheeks in his hands. "say you love me, that there's no one else as important as me in your life."

he kissed you out of nowhere really, like he was some desperate dog. "do you hate me?" he'd ask. it was as if he was a little kid, who needed constant reassurance.

"y-you feel so- good-" he'd always moan in your ear while you two made out. you thought he was a bit of a loser, but he wanted to prove you wrong by being on top.

"s-shit- i think i'm gonna c-cum first- don't be upset-"

you thought it was a bit annoying. how after he was at his high, he'd collapse on top of you, kissing and sucking your neck.

"n-never let me go... okay? i-.. i'll be really upset if you do."

god. he was such a loser.

loser desperate yandere x popular reader

[allurilove]

Yandere Boyfriend x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: He cries, begging, use him!, gender neutral reader, he slips you some viagra, he becomes your maid—trying to get on your good graces, tie him up and blindfold him, doggystyle, he eats you out.

*Incase yall were wondering.. this is lol what I imagine yandere classmate/boyfriend looks like in his little uniform. This is the third post! And check out the first and second when you can! He is referred to as “your boyfriend” and this is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He comes clean about his yandere tendencies, and how he lied about pretty much everything. Your boyfriend will do anything for you to take him back again.

He always dreaded this moment. The moment when he had to tell you the truth, and he hoped you wouldn’t look at him any differently.

He told you about how much of a sexual deviant he is, and how he never got accepted into the university, and how he got you to live with him.

You kicked out your boyfriend when he came clean. You wanted space from him, but he took it as a break up and he started to panic as a jerk reaction. He came by to your door everyday, and you only gave him five minutes to explain himself, and then you shut the door in his face. And like clockwork, he came again. Over time, you were slowly getting the full picture.

He liked you since highschool, followed you around, sniffed your locker when he missed you, befriended your siblings to see your room, and he often jerked himself off when he thought about you.

He showed up with flowers, chocolates, chips, your favorite food from the nicest restaurants, and even stuffed animals that could sing. He then slid letters underneath your door, and then he slid pictures of him incase you werent understanding how much he needed you. He would send his nudes through the phone, but you blocked him.

He did not get what a break meant. He hated that you wanted zero contact, and that you did not want to meet with him until you were ready to talk again. So, one last time he approached your door again. He knocked on the door, you peeked through the peephole, and saw he wasn’t holding anything this time. He was just wearing a dark hoodie, sweats, and his airpods shoved into his ears.

You opened the door just enough to get a good look at him. He…looked embarrassed? His face pink and he nervously fiddled with his hair.

“Can I come in..?” Your boyfriend asked. You slowly let him inside and your eyes widens as he pulled off his clothes. “Just hear me out-“

When he got his joggers pulled off, he revealed a little maid outfit. He wore this black and white skirt or dress, some white sheer tights, and had some bows in his hair.

“I’ll become your maid! I’ll clean, cook, and… sleep with you heh, if t-that’s just what you want!” He stuttered in the end to cover up the fact that he’s been so pent up. He didn’t want you to think that he’s still a sexual deviant (you so nicely called him).

So, over the next couple of weeks he would come over and clean your apartment. He would whistle some sweet tunes, vacuum the place, and he would occasionally flash a bit more leg at you. You found it humorous that he was trying to seduce you. The skirt of his dress would accidentally would be a bit too high up, and you caught sight of his erection. And he would try to be too helpful. If you were stressed out, he told you that you could hop on his cock.

He was becoming desperate for attention, and paranoid that you would find someone else during this “break.” He came around more often to clean your house, and he would sneak into your bedroom to snoop in your drawers. When you two were still dating, you had some scandalous intimates, and he audibly sighed when he saw none of those.

So, you weren’t seeing anyone new. He smiled as he chopped up some carrots for the stew he was cooking, he wanted to feed you well and make you happy. He snuck some viagra into your drink, and he handed it to you.

If you were being honest… you didn’t think that your boyfriend was capable of all of those things he was confessing to. You weren’t going to say that he’s dumb… but he definitely tended to act like he needed your attention and help 24/7. So, it was a surprise to hear that he was actually a massive pervert and manipulator. You continue to sit there with an impassive look on your face, your arms crossed, and you watch as he cried and sobbed. The viagra hasn’t kicked in yet, and he was cursing at himself for not giving you more. He tried to plead his case and get you to change your mind about him.

“I didn’t mean too!” He wailed. “It just happened so suddenly! I-It was like my feelings for you appeared overnight!” That was technically half true.

You did wish on a shooting star for a boyfriend, and the universe provided. But it turned into an unhealthy obsession, it turned an innocent man to start stalking you, and craving to be yours.

He could not stop, the tears in his eyes kept coming and he was on his knees. He knew any sane person would leave him in a heartbeat, they would dump his ass, and maybe even get a restraining order on him.

“You’re just so amazing! I fell in love with you immediately. It was like an instant connection..!” He pouted, and he crawled over to you. “Are you going to leave me?”

You heavily debated on it. He’s insane, that was pretty clear, and you also took a note that you should probably clean your sheets… and lock your room just in case. Your head still tried to wrap around the fact that he bought a plane ticket, and up-rooted his whole life…for you.

You sighed, “I might-“

“Don’t.” He quickly said, his eyes darkening and they narrow at you briefly. All before he nervously chuckles when you didn’t like his tone, and he reached for you, “W-What I meant was—“

“You can’t tell me what to do.” You scoffed and you took a step back. His hand falling down after you rejected his touch.

His lip started to quiver, and he bends down to kiss at your feet. “What can I do, my love?”

“You know I’ll do anything.”

You don’t know why, but you started to feel your body heat up. His lips looked so kissable and soft, his cheeks pink and tear-stained. You eventually gave in. You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of seeing your body, so you unravel the ribbons in his hair, and cover his eyes. You used the other ribbons to tie his hands back.

He had to rely on his other senses to understand what you were doing. All he hears is a rustle of your clothes falling down to the floor, and you got him to lay on his back. You instructed him to open his mouth and he does so, his tongue sticking out in anticipation. He felt a presence nearby and he immediately tried to lick at it. His tongue feeling something warm and slick. He lifted his head up and buried himself into it, his tongue slipping inside to your core, and he probed for your g-spot. He pushed himself deeper, his neck straining to force his tongue deeper.

He wanted to use his hands to spread your legs further for him. He wanted to rip the blindfold off so he could see what he was doing, and make you feel better. He felt you pull away, and he latched his lips onto your heat to convince you to stay on his face. Your boyfriend huffed when his head fell back onto the floor, he licked his lips, and he felt you pull his boxers down. His cock sprung out— so eager for you to do whatever to it. A little dribble of cum spills out of his tip, and trailing down his shaft.

“fuhhhhck!” He let out a deep groan, your hand moving up and down his length as you put the condom on him. He wiggled his hips, imaging that it would be buried deep inside you. He could get off at the thought of you riding him.

You straddled his hips, his tip poking at your heat before you finally sank down on him. He bit his lip, his brows furrowed as you bounced up and down.

He still didn’t get to have sight privileges as you change positions. There was a ring of cum around his dick, and he began to harden again at your admiration. You praised him for doing so well, and you got onto all fours. He reached out for your hips, using his hands to guide himself behind you. He gently spreads your cheeks apart, and he glides right into you again.

He’s never heard of stopping at one time.

Once just wasn’t enough.

You let your boyfriend have a taste of you after months of shunning him. You had let him come to your graduation, but he had to stand from the distance, and he held a sign saying he “loves you.”

You were finally done with college and you were taking a right step in the direction, finding your own peace, and growing as a person.

But you just had to let him in.

Your boyfriend let out one final devastatingly brutal thrust—a sadistic smile tugging at his lips—and he knew he won you over when he heard you scream out his name.

Allure: Anywaaaaay! Idk if this will be the final, there might be another one where reader and him are engaged?? IDK don’t quote me.

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 1 : Something warm

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

CW: NSFW, pet play?, praise kink, masturbation, humping, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking and use of y/n

Next chapter

Word count: Over 3K

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The winter cold had arrived in town, but you had underestimated it. You could clearly see the vapor escape your mouth as you breathed on your palms to warm them up. It was lunch break, so you had decided to treat yourself with a hot drink at the local coffee shop. They had a large variety of food and drinks, which was always nice when in a rush.  It was really close to the place you worked at, so the perfect opportunity to get some fresh air in your system. 

I wonder if Jacce is going to be there today, you ask yourself while rubbing your hands together and placing them in your pockets. He was one of the baristas. He always took the time to make little doodles on your cup to go or make foam art if you stayed for longer. You never really had a deep conversation, but you often thought it would be nice to get to know him. 

You arrived in front of the open sign and swiftly pushed the door to take shelter from the cold. Jacce seemed to cheer up as he noticed you. He made his way to the counter, a small smile gracing his lips while he adjusted his apron. Despite his tall figure, Jacce’s hunched over pose almost made him eye to eye with you. Emphasis on almost, he was still way taller.

“Welcome back! Wh-what can I get you today?” 

You told him you wanted a chicken soup with your hot drink, since you had the time to stay a bit longer today. While ordering, you noticed little button pins on his neck strap. One was definitely the pansexual flag and the other was the band Ghost’s logo. 

“I like your button pins!” You commented while handing him the right amount of money, your fingers brushing lightly against his palm. 

“O-oh! Thanks! you're the first client to notice them… well to say something about it at least.”

He started fidgeting with them and gave you a sheepish grin. You swore his face had gotten more flushed than before, but not thinking much of it you made your way to a nearby table. Soon, Jacce arrived with your food ready in hand. You took the tray and admired his work of art. It was a cute Shiba Inu made of foam milk coming out of the mug. He really made it impressively detailed. You took a glance at the soup and the croissant next to it… A croissant? Your neurons finally made the connections that you didn’t order this, after a good second of zoning out. You looked up at Jacce, but he simply glanced away. Oh, it was on purpose. 

“Aw! You didn’t have to!” 

“It’s nothing really…You are m— our favorite regular after all, I need to treat you from time to time.” He pouted, as if it was an insult not to give you special attention. His comment turned your cheeks slightly red. You didn’t know at all that the people working here liked you this much. 

Jacce stayed in place despite already giving you your order. It seemed like the barista wanted to chat longer, but another customer was waiting, so he left reluctantly. 

“The art is really cute by the way!” You shouted from your seat. You saw Jacce lit up with a giddy smile, but in a matter of seconds he returned to his neutral face when addressing the man at the counter. 

You took out your phone to take a picture of the little foam dog before it disappeared into the warm liquid. After that you decided to attack the croissant first, not wanting to give your tongue a second degree burn with the chicken soup or the drink. You took a huge bite, crumbs falling on your laps despite your best efforts. They really had amazing pastry here. The price reflected that, and your wallet definitely knew it well. You were so wrapped in your own little world that your brain blocked out everything going on around you, until an angry voice disturbed your peace. 

“DON’T try to give excuses!”

“S-sir, p-please…”

A man, probably in his fifties, was menacingly pointing his finger at Jacce. He anxiously ran a hand through his mud brown hair, looking everywhere except in the clients eyes. Your heartbeat picked up in pace as you watched the scene unfold, you didn’t want to imagine how the poor barista felt. 

“I don’t have any music playing, I swear! It’s just to take out surrendering noises when I’m —”

“Your generation are such snowflakes! I want to talk to your manager!” 

Jacce let out an anxious laugh before answering.

“I a-am actually the… manager, but I’m als–”

“FOR GOD SAKE! Proof that this place is run by idiots!”

Ok, this guy is seriously going overboard. You looked around to watch the reaction of the other customers. They were understandably all silent, almost frozen in their seats. Seeing no one ready to advocate for the poor guy caused your protective side to kick in. 

“How is it even a problem if he can hear you perfectly?”

The man turned to you with a surprise expression, not expecting anyone to intervene, but soon enough he gave you the same angry stare Jacce had received.  

“It’s a matter of respect.”

“Well you're not being really respectful right now.”

“Are you fricking— You know what? You just lost a valuable customer.” He spat out at the barista and stormed off, but not before knocking over a stand of straws. 

Jacce was visibly affected by this whole encounter. He almost looked like he was going to have an anxiety attack, because of the way he was gripping his shirt. You quickly went up to the counter and kneeled down to clean up the mess. 

“I am so sorry for you, people can be so rude! That’s why I prefer a job without any social interaction, a pure paradise I tell you!” you joked, trying to soothe him. “I hope it didn’t ruin your day…”

Your attention wandered away as you picked off the ground the reusable straws. You could hear Jacce say something, but only for it to be mixed with the background noises. 

“Mm what did you say?”

“Oh em— I just said that it won’t affect the rest of my day, don't worry.”

Jacce’s hand reached up and it looked like he was scratching his neck. He seemed to have calmed down which made you a bit relieved. After all that, you went back to your table and finished your food and drink. You told Jacce goodbye before going back to your own job. 

The rest of your day went normally, but it was still pretty intense. You were at least glad that you didn’t have to deal with angry clients unlike a certain someone. On that note your mind wandered back to Jacce. Next time you should try to get to know him better. He seemed to be eager for it as well. 

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I hope they’ll come by today,  Jacce whined internally as he tried to search out the window for a glimpse of his beloved. It has been two days since the last time he officially saw them, two days too much in his opinion. He did follow them after work, but it wasn’t the same. The barista wanted to talk to them, even if it was just for a second. 

Jacce mindlessly twisted the sleeve of his forest green turtleneck between his fingers. He had a huge collection of thrifted knitted turtleneck sweater, but this one was definitely his favorite since it was the softest on his skin. 

After one more hour of torture, waiting for a certain someone, they finally pushed open the door of the coffee shop. It took merely a second for Jacce to notice them. He wanted to run to the counter to make sure his coworkers didn't steal this moment from him, but it would have looked suspicious. Luckily, everyone else was too busy to take care of it.

“Welcome back! Wh-what can I get for you today?” The question was more a force of habits than an honest one. Jacce knew perfectly their favorite drink and how they wanted it to be prepared. Just like he expected, y/n ordered the same thing as usual, but with chicken soup. That’s a good sign, he thought; they always order something to eat when they are planning on staying. 

Jacce told them the price and took the chance to admire their complexion while they were busy searching in their wallet. He really loved everything about his darling, from head to toe. As they paid, he felt the tip of y/n finger brush against his palm, shooting heat to his face and somewhere else. 

“I like your button pins!”

The sudden compliment caught him off guard. He was already overjoyed by the touch of his favorite client, but this was definitely making his face burn ten times more. He awkwardly thanked them, but thankfully they didn’t seem to notice his intense reaction, instead leaving to take a seat soon after their interaction. 

Jacce calmed himself down as he brainstormed what he could possibly make in milk foam this time. He ended up with the idea of a cute dog. Everyone likes dogs, right? He sure hoped they did. Furthermore, he took the opportunity to add a croissant next to the bowl of soup. It was a slow day anyway and it's not like it was making the business lose a lot of money. The barista carefully took the tray and brought it to their table. Normally they would just call people at the counter to get their order, but he seriously wasn’t going to bother y/n for such a silly thing. 

Jacce was so proud at the stunned look on his the customers face when they saw the little Shiba Inu made out of foam milk and the free croissant. He couldn’t help but sweat as they looked up at him. 

“Aw Jacce! You didn’t have to!” 

“It’s nothing really…You are m— our favorite regular after all, I need to treat you from time to time.” He pouted. 

He soon noticed that they were blushing. Fuck! I made them blush! That’s what he wanted more than anything, to make them love him just as much as he loved them. This definitely was a good sign.  If only he could stay longer to admire them from up close, but no. Another customer had to enter and ruin the only good moment of his day. 

“The art is really cute by the way!” He heard them shout from their table as he left. Jacce lit up with a giddy smile, but in a matter of seconds he returned to his neutral face when addressing the man at the counter. 

“What can I get you sir?” He asks with a monotone voice while gently tugging at his only dark strand of hair. 

“I’ll get a black cof– are you listening to music, young man?” 

Jacce looked up at the client that had noticed his earbuds.

“No sir, I can assure you I’m not.”

“DON’T lie to me!”

“S-sir, p-please…”

The man, probably in his fifties, menacingly pointed his finger at him. Jacce anxiously ran a hand through his mud brown hair, looking everywhere except in the clients eyes. This was going worse than he expected. He could feel himself sweating profusely. 

“I don’t have a-any music playing, I swear! It’s just to take out surrendering noises when I’m —”

“Your generation are such snowflakes! I want to talk to your manager!” 

Jacce let out an anxious laugh before answering.

“I a-am actually the… manager, but I’m als–”

“FOR GOD SAKE! Proof that this place is run by idiots!”

A worker named Pierre opened his mouth to intervene, but he was not quick enough it seemed.  

“How is it even a problem sir if he can hear you perfectly?”

Jacce had to hold himself back to not cry from happiness. There they were, his precious love standing up for him. 

The man turned to them with a surprise expression, not expecting anyone to speak up, but soon enough gave y/n an angry stare. Jacce couldn’t let that slide. This man was definitely banned from the shop.   

“It’s a matter of respect.”

“Well you're not being really respectful right now.”

“Are you fricking— You know what? You just lost a valuable customer.” He spat out in Jacce’s way and stormed off, but not before knocking over a stand of straws. 

Jacce could never get used to situations like this, it always affected him. Still, he tried his best to regulate his breathing as he gripped his shirt. Y/n quickly went up to the counter and kneeled down out of view. The barista leaned against the counter to look at what they were doing. His darling was cleaning up the mess the waste of air had just caused. 

“I am so sorry for you, people can be so rude! That’s why I prefer a job without any social interaction, a pure paradise I tell you!” They joked, “I hope it didn’t ruin your day…”

It was so sweet of them, not only did they advocate on his behalf but they were thoughtful enough to lift his spirit too. Jacce really couldn’t wait to be theirs and repay them for all their kindness. 

“No need to worry about that, you made it perfect already.”

“Mm what did you say?”

“Oh em— I just said that it won’t affect the rest of my day, don’t worry.”

The man could feel his erection pressing painfully against the restraint of his pants. Instinctively, he reached up to the collar hidden under his clothes to brush it with his fingers. It had a tag with Jacce engraved on the front. On the backside it said “property of” followed by y/n and their phone number. He clenched his fist, he really couldn’t wait to get home.

When they left, the rest of Jacce’s day consisted of him daydreaming about the chivalry of his sweetheart. Once he arrived at his house, it was a matter of seconds before his pants were taken off. He didn’t even wait to be in his room, instead opting for the cold tile floor of his bathroom. He took out of one of the cabinets a small bottle of lotion, opened it with his left hand and generously poured the content on the other. He had these bottles scattered all around his home, including the bag that he brought with him everywhere he went. Biting his bottom lips, he ran his hand down his happy trail, where it connected to the base of his shaft. A doggy-like whine escaped his lips as he began to wrap his finger around it and slowly moved up.

“S-shit Mmfff! Please…A-aahh use me master.”

Wet noises soon started echoing around the room and the hallway, accompanying the incessant buzzing of electricity. It was a true miracle that Jacce never got a noise complaint since he moved into this house. His neighbor could definitely hear his nightly worshiping session if they went out into their backyard. It's not like he was loud on purpose, but when it came to the object of his affection he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. It made him wonder on some occasions if he didn’t end up in a neighborhood full of perverts that loved listening to his lewd activities. At this point, his legs had started shaking violently from how sensitive he was, making him lean more against the wall for support.

“I’m just a dumb little puppy for y-you, t-touching my-myself everyday …Nnhg.”

He arched his back as his hand stroked his cock at a higher speed, crying out for them desperately. His imagination couldn’t settle on one vision. He kept switching from images of them bouncing on his cock to them bobbing their head up and down on it and even having them fuck his little ass raw. He only slowed down his movements to run his thumb under the foreskin of its head, filling his brain with an other wave of pleasure. 

“I’m a… greedy little mutt, so Uugh so greedy.” 

He cursed at himself under his breath for having such lewd fantasies about the person he loved, which turned him on even more. Precum was abundantly leaking out of the tip of his dick now, resembling pearly water drops. Wanting more, he used his free hand to reach under his turtleneck and pinched at his nipples. Jacce bullied the poor thing by twisting it between is fingers. He couldn’t help but shiver from the stimulation he was giving himself. 

“I j-just Unnf want to b-be yours.”

He sincerely wanted them to use him, ravage him even, but he also yearned for the sensations his darling would give his body. They would be so good for him just like he would be for them. 

Despite the fact that he wanted to continue more than anything, it had to last longer. As he felt his climax approaching, Jacce loosened his grip on his shaft. A pathetic whine escaped his lips while he tried to keep himself from cumming. He staggered to his feet, gripping the sink for support. He felt so weak, his legs hardly supporting his weight anymore. Every friction his dick received made him fold in half, prolonging even more his travel to his room. As he continued his journey, a long string of precum was left behind him. He will have clean it later, but for now he didn’t care if he made a mess. In a way, it was part of the fun.

He finally crawled onto the bed, lazily placing a pillow between his legs. It was wrapped with one of y/n stolen hoodies, in other words, his most prized possessions. Jacce winced when the fabric made direct contact with his glistening cock. He closed his eyes, trying to picture them under him, praising him for being able to hold his orgasm. He was being such a good boy for y/n, why couldn’t they see? 

He started humping that thing like the horny mutt he was. His ass wiggling cutely from the incessant movement. Jacce wanted them to see him like this so badly. A pure mess that couldn’t help but make high pitched whines at every trust. 

“I j–just want to cum for you, all f–for you.” He mumbled, while tears rolled down his face, cheek flushed. 

His cock was so sensitive, giving him the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He wasn’t capable of closing his mouth anymore, drool leaking out of it like a waterfall. Jacce tried to keep up the speed as he chased his inevitable climax.

“Master, I'm c-cumming, A-ah… I'm cumming! I… l-love you!” He cried out while thrusting his hips forward uncontrollably, shooting hot ropes of cum all over the pillow. 

After falling face first onto the bed, he pulled it up to his chest, cradling the dirty hoodie as if it was really them, but ultimately it wasn’t enough. He was just too impatient to tease himself for an extended period of time. In addition, the desire to cum and becoming dumb for a few seconds was way too alluring. Jacce was sure that if he was with y/n, they would edge him way longer than what he could ever do. 

He knew for a fact that's what they would do, since, one time at the cafe, he had the chance to watch them enter the code on their computer. With that crucial information he was able to open it when he broke into their house came unannounced. He was stunned when he saw the tags of the spicy fanfiction his precious darling reads. They both had the same taste in terms of kinky sex. Another proof to fill his delusion that he was destined to be theirs. 

As he laid there, tired and dazed, he thought about how nice it would be to be enveloped by their smell. He took a big breath into the hoodie. Yay it lost the particular scent he was looking for. He knew it was wrong, but maybe he could pay them a “visit”…just to feel a bit closer. Jacce looked at the clock. He still had time to do it before they arrived at their apartment. 

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Even if I only post it now, this was actually the first yandere story I ever wrote, back in september of 2023, so the writing maybe be less good than my other stuff!

This story will also be posted on my ao3 account

Plus an old drawing I made back then for this chapter

[killingfor-you]

Day 1

Library:

Extra study never hurt anybody. Grabbing your bag you head over to the library. It stays open until 5PM which gives you plenty of time to study.

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“Come on freak. Show us what you were fucking doing? Fucking loser. I bet you were watching your gross Hentai films or something.” The sound of echoing laughter reverberates through the halls and you wince. Packing your things you quickly go over to the sound of the noise, Abel - the school bully - is throwing one of the other students against the shelf. He meets your eyes, pleading for you to help him.

“Hey!” You call out making Abel drop the boy who scrambles to grab his things and stand beside you. Abel glares at you as he walks out. "Bitch."

( Abel: + Jealousy ) 

The other boy smiles softly at you, “Thanks for the help.. I’m Kyle.” He whispers. “Oh and I already know who you are! We share the same Chemistry class… Uhm…” He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s late… you should probably go home… can I uh.. walk you? Home I mean?”

Yes.

No.

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CW: Fighting. Discriptions of gore. Bullying. Reader discretion is advised.

Notes: Chat did I cook with this one? Be honest.

Delinquent yandere boy who treats you like his personal plaything.

Delinquent yandere boy who grabs your hair and shoves you against a locker.

Delinquent yandere boy who tells you that they run this school, and you better respect that.

A sharp sting of the metal locker against your shoulder made you wince. “I fucking run this place.” Abel hissed. “You belong to me. You, and the rest of this fucked up establishment.” He leaned down and sunk his sharp teeth into the flesh of your neck, grinning when you squirmed in his grasp. “There. Now everyone knows, be grateful. I'd much rather light my cigarettes out on your pretty skin bitch. You're getting off easy today.” He whispered before pulling away, satisfied. “Now everyone knows who you belong to.” Abel ran a hand through his tousled black hair, his hazel eyes were bright with a fire. His cronies egged him on, jeering at you. The boy merely smirked and shoved his hands into his pockets, "See you around bitch.” He jeered.

Delinquent yandere boy who aims to make your school life as miserable as possible.

Delinquent yandere boy who stalks the hallways with his little gang of bullies after class on the off chance he could catch you at your locker.

Delinquent yandere boy who quickly memorises your schedule and acts annoyed when he realises, he has spares with you.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” A voice came out from the side, and you looked up from your notebook. Abel’s eyes were sharp and filled with annoyance. “Why the fuck do I have to have spares with the likes of you?” He huffs, “Move over bitch.” He rolled his eyes, dumping his books next to yours. You stared up at him, giving him a confused look. “Don’t give me that fucking look bitch. Every other table is occupied with couples who don’t understand that making out is something the rest of us don’t want to see.” He grumbled, looking annoyed.

Delinquent yandere boy who relishes in the way your cheeks flush and you give him a small smile at his stupid jokes.

Delinquent yandere boy who absolutely hates the way that you make him feel, how he wants to dote on you and shower you in his affections.

Delinquent yandere boy who starts spreading rumours that you’re dating him, effectively warding away most of the school from even looking your way, lest they wish to end up at the nurse’s office with a broken nose...

Delinquent yandere boy who doesn't hesitate to beat up the boy in your lab partner who was clearly being too handsy last class.

A sickening crack echoed through the school hallways. “No please- I didn’t mean-” The trembling voice was cut off by the sound of flesh pounding against flesh, the sound was sticky - the echo of bloody knuckles pounding against broken skin and the whimper of a plea to stop along with the smell of iron filling your senses made your eyes water and your stomach turn, nausea and bile rising from your throat.

Delinquent yandere boy who feels nothing but a burning hatred for this man - no. 'Man' was too humane for this scum. He was nothing but dirt under his feet.

Delinquent yandere boy who needs to show everyone exactly what happens to people that cross him.

Delinquent yandere boy who notices you watching and tries to show off, parading the fact that he owns you.

“Shut the fuck up.” Abel hissed. “You knew exactly what you did. Trying to fuck around with my bitch. I’ll make sure you never fucking think of them in your measly pathetic fucking life again.” Your eyes went wide when you pushed past the crowd of people who had formed around him to watch the spectacle. 

Delinquent yandere boy who ignores the cheers and the sound of everyone else's voices.

Delinquent yandere boy who’s doing this for one person and one person only.

Delinquent yandere boy who would gladly get every detention, every suspension, would willingly be expelled if he knew he was protecting you.

Some of them were cheering Abel on, some were actively trying to interfere. A boy lay at his feet, now unconscious and bleeding out. He looked down at the twitching body, it could’ve passed for as dead if it wasn’t for the sound of his weak breathing. Abel grinned and spat at the boy. “That’s what you get for fucking messing with my bitch. This goes for everyone else too-” He reached over into the crowd and grabbed your arm, pulling you into the circle. “If anyone touches my bitch. I will personally end you. You hear that fuckers? I'll beat your ass halfway to hell.” His eyes were sharp and cold, and possibly, the most dazling hazel you’ve ever seen. Abel huffed and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, reaching over to light it before the door to the English classroom swung open.

Delinquent yandere boy who knows that he’ll be punished for what he did.

Delinquent yandere boy who doesn’t fucking care anymore.

Delinquent yandere boy who shoots you a shit eating grin as he walks to detention.

The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving you and Abel standing over the unconscious body. The teacher took one look at the body before their eyes slid over to Abel giving him a 'look'. The delinquent scoffed and jammed the unlit cigarette back into his pocket. “I’m going jeez, what’s up your ass this morning.” He grumbled, whispering the last part under his breath, knowing that if he was caught making fun of a teacher, his one detention would quickly become four. Abel rolled his eyes, and he reached over to ruffle your hair. “See you around bitch. If anyone fucks with you, let me know.” He mused shooting you a grin before he slinks away to detention. 

Delinquent yandere boy who doesn’t even care that you never outwardly accepted his advances.

Delinquent yandere boy who is firm in the idea that you love him almost as much as he loves you.

Delinquent yandere boy who would go to hell and back for you.

Taglist: No-one so far!

© Written By https-Alberich. Do not copy, steal or translate without permission.

[serenityysworld]

Nerd Yan x gn Popular Reader

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Tw: cursing, violence, clingy behavior, physical abuse,

Nerd Yan who you first saw in the library getting bullied by a group of delinquents. You hated bullies. So, being the empathic person you were, you confronted them.

You told them you’d snitched and they mumbled curses before leaving. You helped the poor boy up and it was a bit awkward after, he stood there silently. He was practically studying you.

Nerd Yan who thought you were his savior! His crush noticed him? It must be fate, the gods planned this out. He thanked them subconsciously before snapping back into reality.

“Are you okay? also, can I have your name I’ll be reporting those people.” You spoke to him.

He was silent for a few seconds before he seemed to notice what you said, “um! I- m-my name is Ethan.. and y-yeah! I’m totally fine. They didn’t really do anything too bad to me.” He blabbered.“Oh okay, well my names y/n. Nice to meet you!” You shook his hands and you felt how weak and thin he were, wow. He let out a tiny gasp at the skin contact. “Y..yeah I know who you are. Your like super popular.. and it’s very nice to meet you too!” He said nervously.

After a small convo you exchanged numbers and began a small friendship. He was really nice. He gave you lots of gifts and he was so empathetic, you felt like you could share everything with him. He was like THE perfect friend. Since you were more popular you weren’t with Ethan a lot since he was extremely anti social. You hung out with him outside of school and it was really fun, except for the parts where he’d almost faint being In a big crowd and hated people being beside you. After a few months of being friends though he started to change, just a bit..maybe.

Ethan was like a different person. He looked weak but when he was determined to do something he was a whole different person, it seemed. He was way more bold, he walked up to you while you were with your friend group and just yanked you away from them. When you two had a sleep over later that day he said he did it because they weren’t good for you, and they annoyed him with how close they were to you?! That’s odd. He usually came over and slept over at your house after school every day, but you were going to a party today. It’s normal, you’re popular and extroverted. Nothing wrong with that. Well that’s what you thought.

You got slammed into the wall with a harsh yank, then Ethan yanked your head back to make you look at him. “You’re not leaving. I barely even hung out with you today and you already wanna leave. Your not fucking going to that boring party with all of your fake little friends. So, change that outfit please. Also, take off the makeup, I wanna watch a movie.” He said nonchalantly before getting up and walking away.

It was your fault. Your fault for making him jealous of everyone who breathed the same air as you, Your fault for saving him, your fault for becoming friends with him. Your fault for making him violent. It’s not him, it’s you.

These days you kinda regret becoming friends with Ethan. He’s so clingy, abusive, and toxic. Maybe you should tell your friends at school.. it’s getting lonely dealing with the abuse, not talking to your friends. It’s draining.. Maybe you should go to that party this Sunday, Ethan doesn’t have to know, he won’t know…

Pt. 2??

[depraved-love]

Mattheo's Birthday

Ah ah ah the time has come! Our dear desperte yandere is a year older. So here's what his deiety gifts him. <3

TW: panty stealing, self hating and harming thoughts, wax play, burns

He doesn’t usually celebrate his birthday—he doesn’t see the need to—so imagine his surprise when he’s scavenging for something to add to his shrine on that day and stumbles upon something so perfect... He finds a pair of underwear with a tear on the side, probably the reason it was thrown out, but most importantly to him, it was worn. Oh, his deity must have known—they must have! Otherwise, they wouldn’t gift him such a perfect thing on this day.

He rushes home, and upon locking the door behind himself, he crumples in front of his shrine. It’s full of photos and relics of his beloved, but this must become the new centerpiece. "O-Oh, my beloved, you’re spoiling me..." An almost manic laugh rips from his chest, his eyes watery with pure euphoria at having something that was so utterly close to you. He brings the piece of clothing to his nose and breathes in your sweet scent. As it reaches his brain, an unwanted emotion stirs in him. Lust slowly takes over his mind, and his body stirs to life. "N-no, no, no, hehe... I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy..." The ache in his trousers is insistent though, and upon taking them off, he finds himself completely hard. "A-Ah, no, I’m such a dirty slut... so utterly dirty... I-I mustn't—" But his body has a stronger rule, and he starts carefully touching his aching appendage. His broken mind is screaming in protest, but his body just feels too good. Between his whiny moans, he manages to speak. "O-oh, forgive me, my dearest... look what you’re doing to me. I-I simply can’t not think about your perfection. Your godly voice, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, the scent, the body..." He holds the underwear close to himself, not daring to put it anywhere near his crotch for fear of dirtying it with his filthy pre-cum. "O-Oh my, I’m so disgusting... so filthy... I should just claw my skin open... to cleanse myself for you." As he approaches his peak, his eyes well up with even more tears, and just as he’s about to climax, he pulls slightly away and reaches for a candle. "T-this is for you, my love." He allows the hot wax to drip onto his twitching cock and howls in pain-pleasure. "F-for you, my love! My god!"

Upon coming down from his high of pain, he’s breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. With shaking hands, he places the underwear onto his shrine and kisses the picture. "T-Thank you, my darling... T-Thank you so, so, so much for your gift. Y-You truly made my birthday."

[akesthe]

Yandere Manga

Hey, Tell Me You'll Die Without Me

This is a twelve chapter manga with two love interests. The main character, Toruka, is being pursued by two yanderes. The first is Iori, her boyfriend, and then Jin, her childhood best frend. There are a lot of mind games in this manga, it reminded me a little bit of Death Note at the end. Iori is extremely clever. It does get a bit convoluted but a good read overall so 7/10.

[cumtastiics]

desperate yan - lost the request but it was js desperate yan accidentally ate an aphrodisiac // tw * yandere, suggestive content.

mdni!

"you're so cute-" he moaned in your ear. he was desperate, his cock barely in, yet his legs were shaking.

you couldn't do much but roll your eyes at this, seeing how he was closer than usual. "...don't cum already. that's boring," you mumbled. you hardly got to cum with him, but you would at least like if he lasted a bit longer.

"m-my co-worker gave me this candy," he interrupted himself, kissing and sucking your neck, his desperation showing more. "and i think it was an aphrodisiac."

"isn't that more of a reason to keep fucking for longer than usual?" you looked down at him.

he ignored you, whimpering more in your ears, giving you sloppy kisses. "your lips are so soft... i wanna bite them..."

you were gonna be stuck like this for a while, weren't you?

[darlingsodivine]

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒃𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈- 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔- 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔? 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅. 𝑶𝒉? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 3 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆? 𝑻𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒂𝒅.

"𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ��𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞."

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍- 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆( 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚), 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎...

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆... 𝑰𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆

...𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅- 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆- 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!����𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒍- 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎?

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚- 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆-

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅!𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ��𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 2 : Surprise visitor

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

Previous chapter

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

CW: NSFW, collar, praise kink, masturbating in secret, handjob, voyeurism, teasing, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking, reader is horny too and L bomb

Word count: Over 2K

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You sat on your bed, putting headphones in your ears. It had been a truly tiresome day, so you figured that a little alone time was well deserved before doing any house chores. Setting comfortably against your pillows, you selected one of those “man moaning and whimpering” audios. You closed your eyes as the delectable sounds filled your surrendering. 

You were starting to get into it, when suddenly, a moan seemed to have been louder than the others. They were also small whimpers…Weird…You decided to not pay much attention to this as your body relaxed. Your hand creeped down your pants when you went in the mood again. 

You were making rhythmic movements, trying to imagine a pathetic man in front of you making all these slutty moans. Even in your while enwrapped in your fantasy, you swore some noises were always too loud to be coming from your headphones. You used your clean hand to pause the audio and there it was again! A small whimper!

You checked your phone and no, the audio hadn’t started again. It was so faint that it was difficult for you to pinpoint where it was coming from. You took out your headphones and really tried to concentrate on the source of the noises. It almost sounded like an injured animal, maybe a cat had gotten into your apartment ? You knew that one of your neighbors had one, so it wasn’t impossible. You sigh in defeat, knowing that you wouldn't be able to finish what you started. You took a blanket and got off your bed. You roamed around the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alarm the poor unknown creature. As you got closer to your closet you could feel your heart pulsating in your ears, the whimpers were coming from there. You raised the blanket, ready to throw it if the animal showed any sign of aggressivity.  

In one swift motion you opened the closet door. And there was… Jacce sitting on the ground, pumping his cock forcefully. He was so engrossed by the smell of your shirt covering his face, that he had failed to remember to keep it down. You didn't even scream or move. You felt like you dissociated from your body, as if you were watching this surreal outcome from a second point of view. 

The man opened his eyes when he was just about to cum, finally noticing you standing in full height before him— just like he had fantasized on so many occasions, but this time it was real. 

“F—ngahh—uck.” His eyes rolled back for a second, his body shuddering while he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shooting unintentionally in your direction.  

His sudden climax reactivated your nerve system. You dropped the blanket on him, ran out of the room and into the living room. Not only was there a man that broke into your house to masturbate, this intruder was JACCE! The barista you liked! This was the most horrifying situation you've ever been in. You regretted dreading that it could have been a wild animal, because it would have been better than whatever this was. 

You could hear shuffling noises behind you, certainly him trying to put his junk back into his pants as fast as possible.

“Hey w-wait.”

When you turned to face him, his expression was still stuck in this dazed state of the aftermath of cumming. Like clockwork every time he took a step forward you would step back.  

“Y-you weren’t… supposed to see th-this.” He breathed out like he ran a marathon, “let me ex-explain before doing anything… p-please.” 

Jacce looked down at your hands before looking back at you. You didn’t answer but didn’t make a move either. The man took that as a sign to continue. 

“I… I know what it looks like… A guy that you barely know, touching himself in your closet… in your house…” He hesitated at the last part, “but I’m not a creep! I-I did this because I love you!”

Love me?! You had noticed before that he gave you more special treatment compared to other clients… but you never expected this! You felt your body getting weaker, as if you were about to faint from the stress. 

“Are you… going to hurt me?”

Jacce's expression seemed to drop at the question, as if he was heartbroken that you thought he would do such a thing. This was not going as planned and he hated himself for it. You weren’t supposed to find him in your closet. You weren’t supposed to see him like this. 

“I could n-never hurt you! I love you!” He was speaking with conviction, “I just want to be there for you! To serve you like you deserve… If anything you should be the one hurting m—”  

“What are you talking about?!” You cutted him short in a panic, “I don’t want t-that!”

“What!? B—But I can be so good for you!” His voice raised slightly in desperation,  “most guys are too stupid to even split the house chores! I'm ready to do everything for you!”

You stepped back while he kept walking forward. He was so absorbed in waves of emotions to notice the fear in your eyes. He gripped his shirt, his hands trembling and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. 

“I would NEVER take you for granted! I would be the most attentive and obedient person in your entire life!” His entire body was now shaking violently, “I don’t even have to be your boyfriend, I can be your pet!” 

You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was going thousand miles an hour, making it near impossible to settle on something. While trying to think clearly, you also had to focus on what he was saying. He kept going on and on about the fact the he wanted to… serve you. What if it was true and not just excuses to make himself look less bad? 

You decided to test your luck. It's not like you had another choice. Jacce was taller than you and getting him more agitated was not a good idea. You builded up all the energy you had left and talked over him in an authoritarian tone. 

“Sit down against the wall.”

And he did. 

All the panic that contortionned his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He looked sincere about his intentions… but you couldn’t totally believe him just yet. The fear in your guts was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by something else. Your mind kept wandering back to the whimpers he cried out while touching himself and how cute he looked all desperate. You could sense the familiar sensation creeping between your legs the longer you looked down at him. Jacce seemed to be also stimulated by the turn of events, because he quickly placed his hands between his legs, not wanting to blow up his small chance with you. This pose gave him an even more submissive look, which made you go crazy. 

What if… maybe we could both take advantage of this situation. 

You were indeed craving for someone like this. Until now you could only find them in fiction and even then it was hard to dig them out in the sea of dominant love interests. Jacce would get your attention and you would be able to feast upon the site of his patheticness. You were definitely twisted to consider this outcome about a man who broke into your house, but it’s not like you would be doing anything wrong. It's your house so your rules on how to deal with intruders. 

“Let me see what's happening between your legs.”  You tried to keep the confident facade as you spoke. 

Jacce's shoulders jolted a bit in embarrassment, but he did reveal the tent in his pants. He looked so disheveled with his flushed face and his coat lazily falling off one his shoulders. So hot. 

“Do you want me to make it better?” Your voice was dripping with such honey, that you were even shocked by it. 

He nodded frantically. Consent was something crucial and he had just gave it to you with indisputable enthusiasm. 

You got down on your knees to get better access to him. You reached your hand out for his bulge, caressing it, which made his body tremble in anticipation. You unzipped his pants and slightly pulled at the rim of his boxers. His erection sprong out, finally letting you have a good look at it. His dick was 6.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink gland, now on the verge of turning red. The tip was crowned with little pearls of precum, some of them sliding down his shaft like water drops on a car window. It made your mouth salivate just by thinking of wrapping your lips around it and admire his face contorted in pleasure. 

Jacce was clearly trying to stay quiet, but when you spat in your hand, he couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of what was going to happen. You rubbed your palm on his tip, which made him buck his hips, before wrapping your fingers around it. Your thumb was barely reaching your index finger and that warmed your lower half even more. The idea of something like this stretching your inside was so enticing.

“T–thank y–you… Haah… I’ll be so so good to you, I promise.” 

Jacce leaned in, clinging to the front of your shirt. At last he was feeling your divine touch. A part of him still couldn’t believe the turn of events. He imagined that you would have at least tried to hit him or something. But no, there you were, willingly giving him a handjob like a merciful master. You squeezed the base of his shaft, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. You started to stroke him at a medium pace. Surprisingly, his voice was more soft spoken than what you expected. He was murmuring needingly into your ear while his drool stains your clothes. Jacce was still sensitive, since he had already cum not too long ago, causing him to swallow back cries multiple times. 

“If you want me to continue you’ll have to answer some questions, ok?” 

You felt like you were babying this grown man, talking to him like that. But he didn’t seem to mind, since he nodded without a complaint. Your grip started to loosen up tho, since that wasn’t a satisfying answer. 

“Use your words or I’ll stop making you feel good.” 

“I’ll–I’ll answer!” He whined.

“Good job.”

He shivered at the praise. That’s what he had dreamed of hearing from you for months. You picked up the paste again, pumping him harder. His head fell back as he unconsciously reached one hand out to his hidden collar. You were taken aback at the sight of it. How depraved is this guy!? Without thinking, you placed your index and middle fingers in the loop and tugged at it, making him moan like never before while jerking his head back up. You were pretty sure he almost came just from that. 

“First question… How long have you been stalking me?”

“I st–started five months ago Mmm-Ahh… ” He sobbed, it was so hard for him to speak, “Y-you were always so n–nice to me when you N-gh came into the coffee shop. I wanted to kn-know more.”

You’ve been going to that place for about a year, so at least he hasn’t been doing it for that long. You were a bit taken aback that you never suspected anything though. This guy has been either really good or very lucky until now. 

“Do you break into my house often?”

“N-no.”

You abruptly stop touching him, forcing him to speak again.

“I–I swear! I only did it six times!”

He arched his back and whimpered, urging you to stroke him again, which you happily obliged. It was hard not too! 

“P-please u-use me, use me, use me! I want to be your dumb ngAhhh little puppy…” 

The words were spilling out of his mouth with pure urgency and he bucked his hips against your palm uncontrollably. All clear signs that he was close to release. You couldn’t count the number of times you fantasized about turning someone into such a mess, but now that you were experiencing it, your simple imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. Your own self control started to waver the more it went on. Jacce knew that he was about to cross his limit as well, closing his eyes shut, preparing himself. But the grip around his cock loosened, until it completely disappeared. He whined and moved his hips, searching for the touch of your warm hand again. 

“W–why did you stop? I–I told you what you wanted to k-know!” 

You didn’t answer, only looking at him with an indecipherable expression. All the moans, whimpers and other noises he let out, made you so horny that it was becoming too much to bear, but you knew it would make him way too happy to be used to make you cum. You couldn’t let him release either. He didn’t deserve it, not yet anyway. 

“I’m not letting you cum.” 

“Wh-what!? W-why?!” He complained again. 

“You broke into my house and stalked me for five months.” You swiftly got on your feet, “bad boys don’t deserve to ejaculate.”

Bad boy was like the last nail into the coffin for the pathetic mess. In Jacce’s top ten of the worst things you could say to him this one was pretty high. Small tears rolled down his cheeks as a result.  

“You… you’re right… I’m sorry.” He sniffed.

You did feel a little bit bad for making him cry and wanted to fuck him dumb too. No, not tonight. You had to hammer that in your brain to resist your desires. You decided to at least help him a bit before kicking him out. 

“Let's get you cleaned up.” 

“N-no! I–I’m supposed to be the one to–to take care of you.” he whined.

You gave him a stern glance, which shut him up instantly. You came back with a bottle and a wet towel in hand, crouched down in front of him and handed out the water. He took it, chugging it halfway in one go. 

“T-thanks, you’re so nice to me… even when I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, looking away with a subtle smile on his lips. You could sense that, despite his guilty look, he was celebrating this whole situation on the inside. 

With the towel you cleaned off his cock, still covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. Jacce was looking at you like a puppy who made a mess and was watching his master taking care of it. His breath was getting heavy again and you could feel his cock twitching through the towel. He was totally getting turned on at how gentle and attentive you were to him. This had transformed into the perfect domestic fantasy in Jacce’s twisted mind. 

“I’ll help you to the door if you think your legs aren’t strong enough yet.”

“I thought you accepted me! Can’t I stay!?” 

“I haven’t made my final decision yet.” You crossed your arms,“if you really are a good boy you will let me think about it.”

Hanging over his head the possibility of being yours was enough for him to accept your request. He didn’t even consider the fact that you could call the police the second he leaves. Besides, the fact that you decided to touch him, instead of all the other decisions possible, was making him a bit more confident. After helping him up, you opened the front door and waited for him to leave. Jacce stopped, now the roles were reversed with his figure overtowering you. 

“You promise to think about it?” He whispered anxiously. 

“Yes, now please get out.”

He nodded and you watched Jacce for a bit to make sure he was really leaving, before closing the door. You looked down at the spot where the desperate man was previously sitting. You could feel your guts twist again, urging you to satisfy the heat between your legs. You sighed as you went into your room. The dirty audios you used to listen to were definitely not going to be enough to satisfy you anymore. 

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I love nothing more then making a reader who is horny for the yandere too 😌

Link for the chapter on Ao3

Here is an other old sketch I made for this chapter back in 2023!

[killingfor-you]

Mondays were the worst.

Today was no different.

Waking up with a throbbing headache at four in the morning was not how you wanted to start your day.

You should get some sleep.

Slipping out of bed, you trudge over to the tap and grab some water. The cold water jumps you right back to your senses. Rubbing your eyes, you slide right back over to your room.

Yet there's this feeling that you can't nag off.

Was that window always open?

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[https-alberich]

CW: Reader is almost assulted. Mentions of spreading rumours. Reader discretion is advised.

Notes: Guys I'm so excited to work on Kyle's fic. I might only stop at 3 OCs. Any more is too many.

Cheerleader yandere who takings her friends, looking at all the new lip gloss shades from her favourite makeup brand.

Cheerleader yandere who notices you getting cornered by some creep in one of the aisles.

Cheerleader yandere who storms right over, kicks the guy in the gut with her heel. 

“And look at this shade! Isn’t it pretty?” Cassie smiled. “Oh, Dei come here! I found the perfect one for you.” She quickly tugged on one of her friend’s arms and pulled her towards the swatching station, comparing assorted colours. “No. this one’s too dark...” She pursed her lips, deep in thought. A scuffle coming from one of the aisles snaps her out of her train of thought. Cassie balled her fists and shoved people out of the way, walking over to where you were trying to push off a man grabbing at you. He barely sees it coming when a heeled foot connects with stomach, making him double over in pain.

Cheerleader yandere who curses him out and reaches out to make sure you’re ok.

Cheerleader yandere who offers to walk you to where you need to go.

Cheerleader yandere who holds the umbrella over your head, ignoring the way her shoulder becomes wet by the rain.

“You sure you, ok?” Cassie asked you for the millionth time, looking over at you, the minute she saved you, she had been attached to your hip, her hand gripped yours, it was tight. Like she was trying to bruise you, mark you as hers. You had reassured her, telling her that you were fine, and that she really didn’t need to do this, but the woman insisted. Telling you that she was no longer in the mood for shopping. She needed to make sure her angel was safe. 

Cheerleader yandere who invites you to her table during lunch.

Cheerleader yandere who glares at anyone who speaks up about it.

Cheerleader yandere who will personally feed you herself.

Cassie giggled, holding a spoonful of rice up to your face. “Open up darling.” She cooed, green eyes carefully watching as you parted your lips and took the spoonful of rice in your mouth. It was good, not too salty, not too spicy either. A good ‘middle ground.’ Cassie giggled and brushed away some hair from your face. “There we go, angel. You’re so pretty you know.” She whispered, leaning in to kiss your cheek, leaving a clear pink sparkly glob of lip-gloss on your face. “My cute little angel…”

Cheerleader yandere who insists that you come to all her practise sessions.

Cheerleader yandere who will not hesitate to move around some of her friends if your eyes linger too long on them.

Cheerleader yandere who wants your eyes on her. And her only.

Cassie grins when you cheered for her, chapping your hands to the thump of the beat as the girls perform for you. Your eyes slid over each member, watching them dance in turn. But your eyes always landed back on Cassie. Just like you were supposed to. Like the good little angel, you are. You didn’t want a repeat of the Molly situation. Staring a little too long at the girl had Cassie whispering the worst rumours that could’ve possibly plagued the school. You caught her one time, whispering something into her friend’s ear. When she noticed you watching, her brilliant green eyes gleamed and her lips curled into a grin.

Cheerleader yandere who will socially ruin anyone’s life if they think about touching you.

Cheerleader yandere who wants to spoil her little angel.

Cheerleader yandere who wants to claim you as hers.

All hers.

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[gracemain919]

The Cannibal (oc):

(The Fungus universe)

Tw: Yandere, sexual themes, masochism.

You want to have sex with the guards?

All the guards belong to one specific leader, and you all know how the cannibals can be. Some are more idiotic than others, but to put it simply they are kinda mindless. Souls driven completely by whatever fills them with gluttony and pleasure.

But they move in hordes, so if you don't feel satisfied with the leader himself why not see if a few more helping hands finish the job?

They act like desperate puppies when given the chance to have you. Either by you puncturing every organ they may possibly have or you allowing them to join you in sex. They are happy with either.

Hands on your waist, a body licking away at your cunt. You’re practically crawling as you let the soul below you finish their job while a few others wait for their turn.

You can have one at a time or a few at once. Doesn't matter, they won't ask for anything other than a few pleas for you to ‘Break them’. They are just that desperate for any crumb you may give them. They are the literal representation of “beggars can't be choosers”.

If you don't want any of them to fuck you then don't ask for it. Their want for sexual intimacy is more like a whisper. Their want for pain and human flesh on the other hand? Yeah, it’s 100%, so if you want to keep them happy without taking your clothes off then make sure to enjoy using them as target practice.

[theyanderebin]

Yandere who loves you so much, so desperately.

They want to have you so bad that when they can they try and get as much of you as they can in their mouth-

Any part of you they can wrap their mouth around, they want to and they try so hard to take in more of you even if there are tears threatening to run down their cheeks, they'll choke and keep going as the tears spill. They want so much of you so bad. They can't help it.

You're perfect how could they not want to have more of you?

[akesthe]

Yandere Manga

Killing Line

This manga is only at seven chapters currently and is still ongoing. The main character is a high school girl named Mako. She was abandoned by her father and has had to resort to dating a sugar daddy to make money to live. She witnesses an assassin kill her sugar daddy, and is supposed to be killed as well. Then she mentions wanting to see a movie and apparently he is a huge movie nerd and decides to temporarily spare her. His name is En and he works as a hitman hired by Mafia groups.

I dislike that the main character is a high school girl and is involved with adult men, not the best thing. There are some comedic silly moments that I did like with the rival assassin. However, chapter six made me lose all love for En. If he really did do that, I'm not sure I would call him a yandere. It's only seven chapters so far so I can't judge it too harshly. Overall it's not bad but it's not great either. I like the art though so 6/10.