#yandere teacher

[monstersholygrail]

I've been working on stuff for uni and I just thought of something-

Yandere!university professor who does his very best for you to be accepted in his master program and his only.

He can't risk having you accepting another master program's offer, right ? I mean, how else is he going to keep an eye on you, make sure you're safe and succeed ?

But let's be honest here. Even if you don't end up passing your exams, it's fine. He's right there to take care of you after all, is he not ?

Yandere!University Professor x GN Reader

It took a great deal of work to manage to make oneself into a highly regarded professor at a prestigious university. If anyone were to even simply bring up Yandere!University Professor’s name, they’d hear that there was no better teacher than him. None more dedicated, caring, patient, understanding, and always incredibly helpful. They’d tell you that it was as though it was his calling. A perfectly gentle hand that naturally guided young and impressionable students on their way to a better future.

It was something he took great pride in. It was almost as though he had a six sense about these sort of things. Managing to spot star students right away and tucking them close under his wing where he could direct and nurture them. Ensuring them that he knew best, they should trust him, let him take care of everything. Then letting them go on their way, even if they were left a little uncertain. He had done his job right.

But all that changed when he first saw you nervously shuffle into his classroom. Apologizing to every student you accidentally bump into. Your mouth closing and parting as you hesitate to ask if anyone had taken this empty seat before promptly rushing over to an empty cluster of chairs. With you he didn’t see some star student who he could mold their future career plans for. No, you gave him a far more delicious challenge. He wouldn’t just mold your future, he’d mold your life. Your life with him.

He isn’t surprised to find you struggling with his course right off the bat. Far more early than is necessary for this type of concern, he comes to you, offering he tutor you. He’s helped so many before you, you can trust him to get you through the class. The best environment to learn is somewhere comfortable, so why not his home, right? Although you’re unsure at first, his assurances break you down. Before you know it you’re going over to his place nearly every night, studying well into the night. It only makes sense for you to stay, he couldn’t have you getting hurt out there.

As the weeks go on of course your fellow classmates begin to whisper. Trading rumors and gossip every time you pass them. You try not to let them get to you. You know nothings going on with your professor, the two of you always just study together.

Sure, he sits a little close to you on the couch, his arm curling around your shoulders and rubbing your back whenever you get an answer right. And yeah, sometimes you feel like you’re being watched by the painting of the man hung in the guest room. Maybe sometimes the two of you tire yourselves out so much studying that you both fall asleep and somehow end up tangled up in each others arms. But it’s all harmless! And he’s helped countless students before you, you have no reason to be suspicious. Not of someone who’s helped your grades go from scraping by to getting high marks.

With exams getting closer and closer you’re only feeling more confident in your abilities to succeed after this class. One evening you express just that to your Professor. Thanking him profusely for all the ways he’s helped you. Building you up so that you can finally start working towards your goals. You even mention to him a couple of masters programs you’re looking into after you finish. Some even as far as the other side of the country. A few of the Professors you’ve spoken with have already encouraged you greatly.

Something dark simmers in his chest at your words. It seems as though you’ve gotten a bit too confident in your abilities. Doing something as silly as going over his head and deciding things about your future that he didn’t agree to. And across the country?! There was no way. He has put in so much time and work with you, shaping you into the smart and accomplished young student you’ve become.

You couldn’t just leave him now. There was still so much work to be done. He wouldn’t be able to look out for you from so far. He couldn’t ensure your success because there was certainly no way you were achieving it on your own. You relied on him, you needed him. And he was going to remind you of that fact.

He made sure to be with you the moment exam scores hit. And when you immediately burst out into tears at the abysmal score painting your screen like a slap in the face of all your hard work, he is right there to comfort you. His arms curling around you in comfort instead of congratulations. The realization makes you sob even harder and his hand is cupping the back of your head and tucking you snugly into his neck. Letting your tears soak through his white button up shirt. When you try and lean back, insisting you’ll dirty his expensive looking shirt, he shushes you and pulls you back in. He couldn’t care less about the mess you make. In fact, he relishes in your tears. And how he’s the only one who could possibly make you feel better right now.

“Don’t mind the scores, darling. There’s always next time,” he murmurs soothingly. You’re so caught up in your grief that you hardly notice the way he pulls you into his lap, securing you safely against his body. “I-I know but the programs!” You wail in response and his hold tightens. Wishing you’d just forget about those blasted opportunities. You didn’t need them. Not when you had him.

He holds you for hours, softly rocking you on the sofa of his living room. Whispering soft praises in your ear while you cry and cry. He could hold you forever like this. So reliant on him. In such need of him. You couldn’t think for yourself, not like this. And right now, to him, you couldn’t be more perfect. He pulls you back and something wicked sparks inside of him at your whine, the way you push back as if wanting to return into his warm neck.

His smirk is clear on his face and he doesn’t bother to hide it. His eyes sparkle up at you in adoration as he brushes your hair away from your eyes. “What if your future wasn’t meant to be academic?” It was so cute the way your brows furrow, your pretty head totally empty in your confusion. “I think all of this happened to lead you back… to me. You needn’t worry about academics. All you need to be is Mine.”

Then he’s tucking you back into his chest before you can fully register what it is he’s planning for you. For your future. Your body tenses in his hold for a moment before you remember this is just what he does. He knows which paths his students should and shouldn’t take. He’s never been wrong about a student before. So how could he possibly be wrong about you?

A million thoughts are battling against each other in your head but you push all of it aside and melt back into his arms. Not wanting to admit the gigantic weight lifting off your shoulders as you start to envision the future your Professor’s molded for you. Suddenly none of it matters. Not the programs, the exams, the schoolwork, and all the stress that comes with it. All that matters is that you’re here with your Professor, just as you’re meant to be.

[whore-ibly-hot]

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Yandere Boarding School Part 2, (Faculty)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, smoking, horny posting.

(AN: Part Two has been reuploaded after a takedown, godspeed @yanderereblogs for saving it! Mmmmmm, old men. Everyone pictured as a student is OF LEGAL AGE TUMBLR MODS HOP OFF MY DICK.

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters Son or Daughter!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Ridgemoore Academy being an all male school, this makes it easier to imagine a world where reader is allowed in the school. Now, let's focus on the faculty...

◇ Mr. Joel Murphy, who teaches the majority of the 'life skills' classes at the school. The school being all-boys is very traditional, and teaches things like game hunting and orienteering, which is why they hired a manly-man like Joel. If only they knew what a bitter grump he is. An ex-sheriff of the nearby town, he decided to leave the force after realizing there was no real crime in the small, privileged town, and decided to take up an easy job at the school. Unfortunately, he realized his love for camping and hunting is warped into what he considers 'frilly shit for rich little boys'. He's gruff, barking out orders and easily been exasperated at the sheer incompetence of the boys.

"Shoot one quail, and these boys act like they killed a bear..."

He thought about retiring from yet another job, as living on the ritzy campus just doesn't feel like home to him, and lord knows he's not fond of his job. However, things change when you arrive. Whether you're a delinquent or a little more sweet and obedient, he likes you. If you're a delinquent, he likes seeing a little hell-raiser kick up some shit at the fancy school. If you're sweet or shy, he gets protective. Nice youngins' like you shouldn't be thrown in amongst these spoiled weasels.

He's sure to help you if you need it, a gentle hand on your back as his burly chest presses against your shoulder blades, adjusting your position against the butt of a rifle. Standing by while you're on hands and knees trying to light a fire, making sure none of the boys are trying to get a look at your assessts. Not that he isn't going to, but he justifies it to himself as just making sure your school shorts/skirt is regulation. He's protecting your modesty. After class hours, come to him with any issues, or shit, even his room. He'll put on some coffee and ask you to help him create a curriculum that 'reaches the kids', as your father instructed him to. It's cozy, the fancy school adnorments thrown away for medals and plaques, national parks posters and a few old family photos. He'll keep you tucked in on his warm couch while he strays from curriculum talk to stories of his time in the scouts and on the force. Tells you about how much he loves just... laying out under the stars with somebody special, to sit around a campfire with friends, then slyly ask is you've ever had somebody to do that with. He knows you're younger than him, and he struggles with the idea that you won't want him cause of it, so for now, he'll bask in the feeling of seeing you curled up in his room, keeping the idea of picking you up and having you accept his cock to himself. If you can get pregnant, his fists his cock to the thought of that too. He's not some horned up boy, he wants you in the long term.

He looooooves the yearly orienteering final, in which the students in the class are made to go on an actual camping trip. It's possible a tent will 'accidentally' go missing, leaving you to bunk with him. Don't worry, nothing bads gonna happen while you've got this burly bear of a man practically spooning you, warm gut from his dad-bod pressed against you as he tries his best to make sure he doesn't scare you.

"Sorry those damn boys left your tent back at the school, kiddo. I... wouldn't be suprised of one of them did it on purpose, little bastards." He grumbles, hoping you'll take the hint to separate yourself from those immature preps and stick to being with a man who can treat you right. "Remember that lesson from a couple weeks ago, on body heat? I know it's awkward, but we've only got one sleeping bag. You feel like you can trust this old man to keep you warm?" Unfortunately for his ego and trying to keep down his urges, the trees aren't going to be the only wood in the morning.

◇ Mr. Paul Burton, head of the arts department. He's so over this, a once decent artist who dabbled in pop art and theatre only to stop getting gigs and be black-listed after offending several more famous artists, calling their work 'sell-out chic', he's now a burn-out who smokes and ignores his students all class. He's passionate about art, but frankly he doesn't want tow aste his time teaching when he knows these rats are taking his class for easy credit. He's only teaching here to utilize the facilities and studios so he's not living in a van in the Walmart parking lot. A mix of hippie culture, live and let live and cynical burnout, he's so. Fucking. Done. But... maybe you change that for him.

You're interesting, a headmasters child who doesn't fit in to your fathers perfect mold? Maybe a rebellious student who goes against the grain of this perfect school. Or a blooming ray of sunshine in this dark den of privilege and conformist curriculum for the future lawyers of the world. Either way, he's found a new muse. See him after class.

He'll be thrilled if you're into art, let him guide you. Tell him your favorite artists and he'll tell you when he threw up on there shoes by accident in his hey-day. Gossip about a student you don't like, he'll listen while he smokes and tell you about how that guys mom hit on him. He loves to gossip, but he loves to watch you create more. The way your hands shape a vase or brush across a canvas light a fire in him he hasn't felt in a while. He's more willing to forgo the age gap between you, while it's never something he considered before, he knows he's not gonna let go of the one thing that makes him feel like he lives again. Besides, he's always been unconventional.

He'll have you stay after class, maybe he'll have you pose nude for a painting, assuring you it's fins, it's platonic, it's just for the love of art. He chooses and extra large canvas, it lets him paint while he relieves himself as you explain you're getting cold. He'll put on some artsy, silent, black and white film from the 30s, and while you watch and slowly realize it's pornographic, He'll grin to himself while he watches you flush. He'll ask you all sorts of questions about your thoughts on the film, the actors, what they're doing. He really wants to figure out how experienced you are. "What do you think of the composition? It's really carnal, you know?" He puts out his cigarette. "I'm glad I can show this to you, you'll actually appreciate it. You're not giggling like an idiot when some guys penis is out on the screen." He groans, thinking of his other students.

He does actually like one student, though they make an odd pair. Joseph's easily spooked and shy personality clashes with the brash older man's, but he's glad to have someone he can think of as a protege. Someone who loves art as much as him, but get isolated for it. He was doing a portfolio look over when Joseph accidentally turned in the wrong folder. Joseph feels like he might die as Mr. Burton, a man he admires, flips through nude pictures of the object of his affection, and at a distance no less. A part of him wants to rip it away, but he needs this scholarship.

"Please, please, sir! I-I'll never do it again, it was just a phase, I didn't mean for you to see-"

"They're good." Mr. Burton flips through the folder. "Real good. You could really get somewhere with these, maybe not in the fine art scene, but... tell you what." He adjusts his glasses and leans forward on his desk. "We'll do a special session, you and me, yeah? I'll get your friend here, and I'll vouch for your integrity so you can take some less-" he purses his lips. "Stalker-ish pics- Jesus, kid, is that taken from a tree?"

☆ Anatoli Sidorov, probably the best paid staff given how they got him here. He's a Russian coach for a former Olympic Russian swim team, and he joined the prestigious American school to escape shame after he 'resigned' post a doping scandal which he swears he wasn't involved in. (Whether he was or not is your choice.) Still, he's led the boys swim team and track team to nationals several times, and he's a legend among the wealthy benefactors of the school. He's outwardly very serious, hard on his team but respectful of them. He doesn't put up with any unruly or unsportsmanlike behavior from his boys, at least not what he can see. He's very nice deep down, intellectual and funny, though he still struggles with American humor and English.

He adores you when he meets you, milking about with the other students before class. You seem genuinely social, and wanting to fit in. The idea someone could be so welcoming warms his heart. Deep down, he misses his home, and he misses the friends he once had. You're warm, and he likes that. Not to mention, you're a looker. He's embarrassed, especially if you're male, seeing as he never considered swinging the other way, and much less with someone younger. But he can't help but stare when your pretty tits bounce as you run, or the way those jogging shorts hardly conceal your bulge. He even pulled you to the side one to scold you for not wearing regulation gym clothes, before realizing they were and awkwardly sending you back into class. That was a moment of self-reflection for him.

He's not necessarily outwardly softer to you, you might even think he doesn't like you, given that he has you stay late to run or jump rope, or constantly pulls you into time out mid-game. It's all for your own good, trust him. He doesn't like the way some of the boys were looking at you, and he could tell Evan was a only a play away from trying to practically hump you while trying to 'get the ball'. He's made Harrison, who he loves as a player, run laps for talking to you for only a few minutes. He hates feeling like a jealous boy, but he can't help it. You make him feel young.

He establishes a private locker room area for you, since you're the headmasters kid and not an official student. Besides, you're clearly being harassed by the others! So, he's got a nice little closet for you, with a not suspicious air freshener that's not a hidden camera, and a private key only you have access to. (Technically that's true, he just has a bypass key for himself.) He'll snatch a pair of boxers or some panties, slipping them into his track coat for later. Eventually, he'll tell you he's worried you aren't able to catch up to the others, given that you arrived later and started the gym curriculum later than the others. He'll start having extra 'make-up' workouts with you, starting with stretching. One leg uo on the bar, you'll have to excuses his cold hand running along your thigh, or stroking over your chest as him just admiring how your strength and flexibility is evolving. He relishes the feeling of your body on his, groping you under the guise of training and resisting the urge to just slip aside your gym shorts and veg you to take him.

"Little star, part 'dem a little, there ve go." He keeps your legs parted as he works you into a position on your back, against the rubber mats the tumbling team had laid out. He lays just over you, pushing your legs back a little further with his arms, just far away enough to keep you from noticing his hard on, but enough to lightly press it against the plush swell of your ass. Good, let's just- fuck- hold. Let's hold."

☆ Kory Koffman, English teacher and part time librarian! The school outs so much effort into sports, both admin and students seem to forget about him. Hell, the library is used so little they fired the librarian, and he took it upon himself to try and care for the building himself. He's a sweet, shy man, who just wants to share his passion for literature with others. However, unlike Mr. Burton, he was never popular or famous, so he's content to keep to himself, but the loneliness does get to him.

When you wandered into his library one day, maybe looking for a book or seeking refuge from a hoarde ofadmirers, he was happy to welcome you into his little safe haven. He'll give you some warm tea from the little coffee machine he has set up, and sit you down. Let him help you find a book, or tell you about his creative writing class? He'd let you join, even late in the semester! It's not a very full class.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself craving the attention of another, of someone else's company, other than his books. He hasn't felt that need for connection since he was a boy, after his momma passed. He'll do anything to keep you there, and if reading isn't your thing, much to his chagrin, he'll add a DVD section to the library, but only good films and classic for you! No Adam Sandler, those movies are to overstimulating for poor Mr. Koffman.

As his feelings turn romantic, he's ashamed. You're a student, and he's a lonely old man, you deserve someone better, someone your age. However, the thought of you being with any of the many students who mock him in the halls or disrupt his class, the thought of hand you over to those-those imbeciles, hurts him. He wants you, and he's ashamed at the way his trousers go tight when you bend over to get a fallen book, or when you hand him his glasses after he misplaced them (again), the fact he just stares at your finger prints for awhile and refuses to clean the lens. He's not had sex in a long, long time, but he finds himself masturbating more than he ever did when he was younger. He'll watch library security footage openly, moaning and whimpering at his desk with no fear anybody will stop in, no one ever does but you. He wants you as his spouse, you already make his library, his home away from home seem brighter, imagine what you could do for his actual apartment.

"Oh, hello! It's good to see you, it's been a bit." He's a little bitter at that last statement, but adjusts his glasses and continues. "Just remember to stop by often, okay? I'd really, really hate to impose the late policy on you..."

☆ Atticus Critch, the schools latin instructor and head sponsor of student body, (not to mention the man in charge of detention), is a strict disciplinarian. He takes no nonsense from anyone, and despises the behavioral pardons given to boys like Evan or Harrison simply because they are athletes. Peter is obviously his favorite, and when he catches wind of the ways the boys around campus are speaking about you, he decides to take it upon himself to remove the distraction, by having Carter trail you and give you detention for minor inconveniences. Carter isn't particularly thrilled at always having to send you to detention instead of extorting you to get his rocks off, but he's hoping maybe he'll get to 'monitor' detention one of these days.

Initially, Mr. Critch has you doing small tasks, writing lines or organizing things, but soon he starts to see the appeal. If you're a good student for the most part, he's determined to keep you good, and away from all the vermin in this school. If you're bad, he's had plenty of experience in taming brats. He's open with his sexual desires, it his growing affection for you that makes him struggle.

If you've stayed out too late and broke curfew, you can spend detention on your knees, suckling his cock into the late hours. Maybe you've been running around with Tyler. He'll make you lay down on his desk and deny you your climax over and over again, asking 'if not making you cum' is what that boy does to you, never fully satisfying you. He'll make you beg to finish, and to promise you'll be good from now on.

"Come on, repeat it. Tell me you'll be good now, that you won't bother with BOYS-" He annuciates with a thrust, "When you have a man right here, whose willing to take time out of his day to discipline you!" One the amorous session is over though, he definitely softens, trying to prove he's more than a boy in many ways, including good aftercare. He'll dress your limp form back up in your uniform and walk you get you a cup of water from the fountain. "Only ten minutes till your detention is over, dear. Just sit there, take some time to reflect on how you got here." His tone is demeaning, but as he pets your scalp, his touch is so feather-light. Don't expect is to last into the next day though.

[laviechuchu]

Minor writing smut DNI if uncomfy!!

Imagine yandere professor who knows that you are shy and jittery, his gentle smile and his suffocating affection towards you goes unoticed but everyone but you. He is just so mature and gentle, how could a student not fall for him.

Whenever you have trouble talking to other students he calls you into his office and gives you a cup of warm barley tea. His bigger hand stroking your head gently, you look up to see his smile, his smile lines showing prominently.

“Just a little more angel” he says between kisses, his fingers quickly and precisely moving in and out of your cunt.

His palms smacking your clit with every thrust of his hand. He has sat you on his lap, your head tilted back to meet his lips. Even through kisses he dominates your tongue with his own. Your little moans escaping.

Water seems to gush out of your pussy, his fingers abusing your most sensitive spot. His hand wraps around your throat gently, carefully but stable with his strength choking you, the blood flow being cut off, you squeak weakly and hold his wrist in an attempt to stop him from squeezing your throat any further

“So cute when you struggle” he says with a smile, his baritone voice ringing in your ears “you can cum, let it out”

[oct0bra1ns]

can you do a platonic yandere teacher? like maybe the teacher kidnaps the darling (his fav student) because he has always wanted a child and you just seem like the perfect child to have! and he kinda gets pissed off if you mention your old family. Reader can be High school or Middle school age i don’t care which.

teehee, i hope you don't mind but i combined it with another another ask which was similar, i went to keep both aspects of the ask so there'll be two yandere characters, they can be a couple or just two people who live together, whatever you want. once again, no names :P

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Yandere Teacher and Yandere headmaster who used to argue all the time despite the fact that they live under one roof. Yandere teacher hates what the headmaster deems as necessary for the students and teachers while the headmaster hates how the teacher never listens to anything he says.

All the staff hate whenever a meeting is called, not because their day was disrupted, no, but because they have to sit and listen to these two arguing over the most stupid things.

They couldn't seem to agree on anything until they met you. Yandere teacher had always kept an eye on you, the one student in his class who used to submit everything on time, complete every assignment to perfection nd rather well behaved.

He usually hates having to explain himself over and over again but if you ask him to repeat something, he will, even if he has already gone though the topic like 100 times.

If by chance you don't do well on a test, he'll give you another assignment to make up for it, or be less harsh with his grading on that certain paper.

He'll let you disturb his free time if you have any doubts or topic you don't understand.

You've always been his favorite student, so well behaved, never causing a scene in class and doing everything he assigned you to the best of your abilities.

With all this in mind, there was no surprise when you decided to run for the President of the student council, with your track record, you were bound to be selected by the teachers*.

That was until he found out one student from a more well off family was planning to run as your rival and for once he went to the headmaster to ask for help.

The headmaster has always kept an eye on you, someone who managed to impress the Teacher who was known for being nitpicky with everything his students did. Of course, that wasn't the only reason, always participating in events, getting awards, representing the school in inter school events, all made him quite interested in what you could achieve within your school years.

Naturally the moment the Teacher came in, asking for you to be selected as the next president he agreed without hesitation,bringing down the reputation of a spoiled child in the eyes of the teachers was no problem for him.

It didn't take long for both of them to agree it would be better if you were staying with them, after all, being the child of the headmaster of one of the most prominent schools was nothing to scoff, that too along with a teacher who had years of experience and a well known reputation in the eyes of various boards.

Of course, being the student council president meant that you had lots of duties to attend to, ones which included you staying late in the school while most of the staff and teachers left, as such, it was quite easy for them to bring you the unfortunate news that your family perished in an accident, when in reality, they made sure to use their influence to make sure they'd never be found.

Under the disguise of being concerned for you, they'd offer to let you stay in their houses. They'd use the first week to make you forget your old family under the guise of giving yourself closure and giving you time to yourself.

They wouldn't rush anything, in time they'd start acting as if you had no other family except them, both of them would step in the role of your parents.

They'd do anything to keep you happy, learning all your likes/ dislikes, cooking whatever dish you wanted, helping you with whatever and buying you everything you ask for.

The headmaster is not someone who cares if you mention your old family, they don't matter because they're gone and as long as he has you with him, he doesn't care while the Teacher on the other hand, tends to get irritated if you mention your old family, he'll bear it to a point before he snaps and goes on a long lecture of all he's doing for you and how clinging onto the past is not good for you.

At that point the headmaster steps in and drags him aside to have a few words with him and he'll come back and apologise to you over his behaviour. The next time he goes on such a rant, one look from the headmaster and He'll stop talking.

Being the headmaster's child comes with a lot of perks, teachers giving you much more respect, students also making sure they don't upset you. If even after all that a teacher or student manages to do something that makes you upset, the headmaster deals with them personally.

*In schools over here, the student council is always decided by the teachers after a few rounds of interviews and 'tests'

[heartfullofleeches]

The holidays have got to be the mosr harrowing time of the year for Theodore Hart [Professor Yan] because he gets to be with his boys - the sole reason he's still alive after the disaster with his ex-wife, but that also means he doesn't get to see Professor Darling - the person who gave him second hope with (romantic) love as often.

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"I was able to get through the day knowing we're breathing the same air, but now that we aren't even in the same building... I just....I can't get my head clear..."

Venting his woes to his one of his eldest children full aware of the crunches in their schedules. It's not everyday he has near everyone with his family he's still blessed to share blood with under one roof- They should be his top priority right now. The selfishness in his heart to thinking of anyone else and they might be doing for the holidays.

Or who they're spending them with.

"I'm a terrible father."

"Don't beat yourself up..This time of the year is tough enough on you as is.."

Calloused fingers squeeze around his shoulder. To think the adult man beside him was once that boy with hands soft as his smile shatters Theo.

"You've talked to them outside of work before.. I'm sure they'd be happy to hear from you. Wish them a happy new year. Its a start."

A start. "I've seen my share of those this year.. It's not a terrible idea.. I still don't think this is the type of conversation I should be having with my son, but- I'm glad we did."

"If you think that's inappropriate I wonder what you'll think when your teacher friend shows up in about an hour or so."

The look of sheer panic is as clear on Theodore's face as clear as the beads of sweat trickling down his neck. He didn't.

"Spencer, I would greatly appreciate for you to look me in the eye and promise to me you didn't invite my colleague over for dinner."

"Is that what they are to you?... I personally wouldn't put all those hearts next to the name of some person I work with, but that's just me."

"It's a bold move to give your father a heart attack right before the new year."

[ozzgin]

So sad that I won't be able to see the professors dong.... Brazil doesn't have Twitter... can't see the dong...

Ah, yes, I completely forgot about that. Don't worry, anon, I got you covered. Although I do find the interest in this guy's genitals quite funny.

[logicallabyrinth]

Under His Gaze

Pairing = Yan! Professor (Prof. Victor Grayson) x fem! reader

Warning = yandere, weird behaviour, teacher-student relationship

Wc = 1.4k

Summary = Your professor, Victor Grayson, shows an admiration in him for you that quickly turns possessive, leaving you uneasy after a tense conversation. But his obsession is just beginning.

Note = First fic!! please be nice <3

Professor Grayson was the kind of teacher everyone admired. Calm, collected, and always patient with his students, he had an air of respectability that made him seem untouchable. His voice was soothing, his smile genuine, and his guidance unwavering. But beneath the surface, there was something else… something hidden behind his gaze, in the way he paid a little too much attention to you. It wasn't just that you were his best student, or that you stood out in his class. It was as if he saw something in you that others didn't. Something he could possess.

And slowly, you began to realize— he wasn't just a teacher who cared. He was a teacher who wanted you, and he would stop at nothing to make sure you were his.

Honestly, the thought hadn’t crossed your mind til months later. From his weird stares, to his touches, to the way he spoke to you was unnerving. He was unusually affectionate with you and often sent soft whispers your way, complimenting you for whatever he found suitable.

“Good job, Y/N,” or “You did a great job,”

At first, you enjoyed these little remarks…I mean… who wouldn’t? But it didn’t last long, of course, they quickly turned dark as the time passed, his attitude towards you changed.

Ring ring ring!

The ring of the bells interrupted your thoughts, pulling you back into the present moment, letting the moment seep into you. Your final class had finally ended, now you were free for another few hours until classes started again the next day.

The sound initially sent shock through your body before you quickly composed yourself. Your hands clutched the pen in your hand, fingers pressing the tip tighter. It was your first day and you haven’t gotten used to the college system, so that was probably it. 

Though, you couldn’t help but feel a bit eerie about your professor. The way his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer, the way his gentle hand caressed yours, the way he stood so close beside you— it didn’t feel right. 

Everything leading up to this moment felt like a destiny you didn’t want. A fate that you weren’t supposed to meet. You were way above being in a relationship with someone out of your age range and career range. He was at least 5…? 10 years older than you? 

He was quite young for a college professor, and you couldn’t deny, it was impressive. For such a young man, he had accomplished many things. His reputation was practically flawless—students praised him, colleagues respected him, and the administration valued his work. It was almost like he had it all figured out, a prodigy who seemed to excel effortlessly in everything he did.

“Oh- well, alright class is dismissed,” your professor says, hands extending out, still wearing the calm composure he always had. You appreciated teachers like that, but something was up with him.

Quickly, you packed all the stuff into your book bag and made your way to the door to exit the room. The moment your foot passed the threshold, cool air immediately met your face, abruptly hitting you with the refreshing breeze of the outside world, a stark contrast to the stuffy atmosphere of the classroom. You thought you’d finally escaped for the day, the weight of the semester's stress lifting with each step you took away from the building that people called ‘college’.

But just as you reached the doorway, you heard his voice, smooth and calm, slicing through the sound of chattering students around you.

"Y/N."

You froze, the sound of your name pouring out of his mouth in a way that made your heart race. You turned slowly, your gaze meeting your professor as he stood by the open door, his figure leaning on the doorframe, staring at you with the commanding stare the others feared. His eyes sharp, piercing, and calculating. They were fixed on you like it was stuck, unmoving. A smirk then tugged at his lips, a small curve appearing on his face. Then it came.

"Could you stay a moment?" he asked, his voice deceptively gentle, as if it were an innocent request. But you knew better now. There was no such thing as an innocent request from him anymore.

You swallowed hard. Your breath hitched as you hesitated for a moment before nodding. With a reluctant step back into the classroom, you felt the door close behind you with a soft click, leaving you alone with him.

“Good, Y/N,” he muttered, taking a slow step toward you, his gaze never leaving yours. "I need to talk to you about your recent work."

You were still looking away from him, back faced towards him. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palm as you tried to ignore the unease that had settled in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t just his words, it was the way he looked at you, the way his presence seemed to be so close.

"Yes, Professor?" you managed to say, voice quieter than you meant it to be.

He smiled again, the warmth in his expression now seeming far more unsettling, far too deliberate. “You’ve been doing so well, haven’t you? I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

There it was again. The softness, the admiration... and something darker behind it. You felt your heartbeat quicken, but you stood still, not willing to show any emotion bubbling inside.

Not yet.

“What do you need professor?” you ask, trying to mask the growing fear inside you.

“Straight to the point. I like that.” he replies as he took a step closer to you.

Professor Grayson’s steps echoed softly in the empty classroom, each one making your pulse quicken. You turned around, finding that he was much closer now, standing only a few steps away, gaze locking onto yours with a strong intensity.

“You’re special, Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping to a tone that was soothing yet somehow unnerving. “I’ve seen many students come and go, but none quite like you.”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words pressing on your chest. You forced a smile, trying to cover the unease twisting in your gut. “Thank you, Professor. I appreciate the support.”

He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Support? No, Y/N. It’s more than that. You have potential— potential that others don’t see.”

The way he said it made your skin crawl. His words were meant to sound encouraging, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was an invisible subtext in his words that felt possessive, as if your success was his to claim… or maybe it was you to claim.

“I—uh, I’m flattered,” you stammered, taking a small step back to widen the distance between you two.

His smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t have to be so formal with me, darling. I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been working and… how much effort you put into everything you do. That kind of dedication deserves recognition. And... attention.”

The way the nickname rolled of his tongue disgusted you, teeth gritting to bite off the complaints you wanted to throw at him. But something about the last word hung in the air, laced with heavy implications. Your survival instincts screamed at you to leave, to come up with an excuse and get out of the room, but your feet felt stuck onto the ground where you stood.

“I-I appreciate that, really,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But if there’s nothing else, I should probably get going. I have a lot of work to do.”

Grayson’s eyes narrowed slightly, expression hardening for a short while before softening again. “Of course,” he said, his tone almost apologetic. “I didn’t mean to keep you.”

You nodded quickly, relief washing over you as you turned toward the door.

But just as you reached for the handle, his voice stopped you cold.

“Y/N.”

You froze, your hand hovering over the doorknob. Slowly, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I hope you know,” he said, his gaze piercing through you, “that I only want what’s best for you. If you ever need anything... anything at all... you can come to me.”

There was no mistaking the double meaning in his words, the secret offer behind his words that made your stomach churn. And you forced a nod, mumbling a quick, “Thank you, Professor,” before turning the handle and stepping out into the hallway.

The cold air hit you in the face abruptly, and you exhaled a shaky breath, a white mist appearing. Your mind raced as you walked away, your footsteps quick and unsteady.

What did he want from you?

Whatever it was, you knew one thing for certain. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[suiana]

Yan teacher!!! Reader asks them out on a coffee date

As co-workers of course!

There no way Yan teacher would date me :(

"you're someone I really appreciate, y/n."

your heart thumps wildly in your chest as the older male smiles at you. oh... how could you have stopped yourself from falling for him when he smiles so sweetly at you? when he treats you like you're the most precious thing ever?

you blush, nodding at him as you try to calm your racing heart. your co-worker merely laughs as his rich velvety voice flows into your ears once more.

"thank you for being a great teaching assistant. I couldn't have thanked you enough..."

his hand reaches over to yours, gently grazing your knuckles. the table is cold in comparison to the heat of your flaming cheeks. ah, you shouldn't have asked him out today. maybe if you did you wouldn't be feeling so embarrassed now.

but the older teacher doesn't seem to mind your flushed cheeks and stuttered speech. in fact, he seems to find it cute.

"say, why don't we go back to my place? we can have dinner together..."

his eyes curl up into crescent moons as he tenderly rubs your hands with his cold ones. and you in your infatuated daze nodded. I mean, how could you reject when he asked so sweetly?

"let's go then. it's getting late, wouldn't want you out there by yourself."

wait what did he mean by that?

"oh silly. you didn't think you were leaving after dinner now did you?"

he smiles at you and your embarrassment turns into fear.

"how cute you are, my dearest y/n."

[bloozz]

Could you perhaps do a yandere! Teacher and their favourite student?

yan!teacher x fav student!reader

: yandere behaviour, manipulation, murder, reader is 18+, older teacher x student, slightly suggestive, gn reader, stockholm syndrome, making out, drugging

💤 a/n - I haven't posted a new yandere in so longgujajwj

🦈 yan!teacher who didn't exactly love teaching until he met you, his lovely student sitting in the back of the class.

🦈 yan!teacher who gives you extra time on assignments and just pats your head when you don't finish it ( wow so unfair )

🦈 yan!teacher who's always there to help you when you don't understand a subject :) he's always there, so rely on him!

🦈 yan!teacher who found you talking to one of the other students about how you can't find a partner! how sad.. no worries! he's here to help :))

🦈 yan!teacher who teaches you how to kiss ♡  he just loves teaching you. he also loves his sweet sweet student on his lap.

🦈 yan!teacher who kills and scares off all the students who want to court you (no wonder you have no friends /j) he's all you need! he'll teach you and prepare you for the real world if he releases you.

🦈 yan!teacher who brings you lunch, it might taste a little weird but it's okay! oh you're getting dizzy? woops.

"oh my, my star student has woken up!" your teacher, mr athel had you strapped to a soft chair. he stepped closer and put a finger under your chin, making you look up at his love drunken eyes.

"what would you like to learn today?" he leans in closer and kisses your forehead. he shakes his head, changing his mind. "hm.. let's do some kissing practise instead, yeah? ♡

[itsabouttimex2]

Erasermic:

With a student who has the same cloud Quirk that Oboro had.

This is a duo that goes yandere easier together than they do apart. When Yamada yells out “Why don’t we just take our Little Listener home with us?!”, it’s because he thinks Shota will shut him down with a “Be quiet, Mic. You’re being too loud.” Or a “That’s irrational, Mic. She has a life outside of UA.” Or maybe even a “Mic, shut the hell up.” Because Aizawa will definitely snap him out of those irrational thoughts and argue them bluntly into the ground.

But he doesn’t. There’s no shutdown, no shushing, no blank and disappointed stare. All he gets is a flat “Good idea.”

So they weave their little plan together, staying up late to grade papers while they talk about you.

“…she brought in a kitten today,” Aizawa murmurs, his voice low and miserable. You had been grinning ear to ear, promising to keep it quiet in class, promising to drop it off at a shelter when you got the chance. It had mewled a few times, but otherwise kept quiet and well-behaved in your arms. Aizawa had turned in early, letting everyone work on homework for other classes while he stuffed himself into his sleeping bag, fighting back old memories and what feel like bitter tears.

“I know. She brought it to mine, too. When she showed me, I saw-“

“So did I, Mic.” He cuts his partner off. He doesn’t need to hear his old friend’s name. He just can’t. He sees Oboro in you, in your Quirk, in your actions, in the very way you exist and live your life. It’s like finding the last piece of a puzzle, one he’d resigned to being lost. You fit right where Oboro did, and it’s breaking both of them down the longer they speak.

“She was all busted up from training, Sho. There was blood on her face, on her hands. I thought I was gonna start screaming. I don’t want her getting hurt, Sho! I DON’T WANT-“

“Hizashi!” A harsh glare silences the Voice Hero, cutting off his super-powered scream before it can do any damage. “Control yourself, Mic. We aren’t going to accomplish anything by crying or yelling.”

And then there’s a pause, where he reaches out to take his partner’s hand, squeezing it tight.

“I don’t want to lose her either.”

“What do we do, Sho? What CAN we do?” Pleading, begging, desperate. His tone is heartbreaking, and Aizawa has four words to put him at ease.

“We bring her home.”

[whore-ibly-hot]

'Photo Shoot'

Yan!Photography Student x GN!reader x Yan!Art instructor (Joseph and Mr. Burton)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: All characters are legal age, multiple yanderes, dub-con touching, perverted thoughts, voyeurism, student/teacher dynamics, nude photography, no real mention of specific genitals

AN: I'm so eepy right now... Also, if you like this fic, use the tags on my masterlist to find all the other Yan!Boarding School writings.

The smoke coming from the corner of the room ceases when Mr. Burton snuffs a cigarette butt out on an... ashtray? From where you're sat, you can see him putting it out on what looks more like a student pottery bowl. That strikes you as odd, but he can be very critical of others art so you can't be suprised. Cracking his knuckles and leaning back a little, he turns to you and the extremely quiet classmate beside you, Joseph.

"Alright, lets get this show on the road, yeah? Joseph, you're our camera man, I'll have you leading this thing, running the camera's and I'll give some creative direction. Student and the master, I can finally teach some actual fucking art." Mr. Burton mumbles, as Joseph quickly begins setting up the camera on a tri-pod. You feel odd about him to say the least, despite you being the 'muse', as Mr. Burrton calls you, Joseph's barely made eye contact with you. You agreed right off the bat when Mr. Burton asked you to help one of his favorite students with some anatomy shoots, you like Mr. Burton, he's funny, honest, and that's refreshing, given you worry some people at this academy have ulterior motives. Still, you had some concerns as you fiddle with the thin top you wore at Mr. Burton's request. "Mr. Burton?" you ask, and he looks up from where he's mumbling about something with Joseph. He motions for the young man to keep working as he strolls over.

"I'm nervous." You admit, hand rubbing at your elbow as an attempt to self-soothe. "I don't usually get, nude, on camera, and i-it's not that I don't trust you, sir, but-" He puts his hand up to cut you off, gently rubbing your shoulder. "Woah, woah. I get it, I get it." He assures you, tone comforting. "You're my student, and you've got great, great potential. I've been on the art scene, kid, I see the burnout path some people go down, I see the ways people exploit and get exploited. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. If you get uncomfortable, I'll pull you out. And trust me, being in the nude for art starts to feel perfectly normal after a while, okay?" He pauses, then sighs. "Okay, it's comfortable except for being cold as hell." He laughs.

You chuckle in return, but there's still a bit of worry. He can tell, and leans in. "What is it that worries you, exactly? If it's insecurity, trust me, the real artists are those marketing execs who can photoshop a skinny model and make change up the whole idea of beau-"

"It's not that sir, I promise. I'm just worried about other people seeing, you know? I'm worried about it getting spread around, or people getting bad ideas about me." You admit, face a little pale. Mr. Burton's brows furrow, and he slaps his hand down on his jeans. "Joseph, come here!" He yells.

Joseph jumps, hands shaking as he almost knocks over his tripod. "But- uh, the cameras-" He squeaks out, and Mr. Burton shakes his head. "You're one of the best photographers I've ever met, Joseph, I know damn well that cameras been set up for well over ten minutes already. Come here, don't be shy, don't be weird. You're freaking out the subject." At the idea him staying away is freaking you out just as much as him coming up to you, Joseph walks over. "H-hi." he greets, holding out his hand. You shake it, and it is particularly sweaty.

"Joseph is a great photographer, my best student and possibly one of the best I've ever seen. I assure you, he's a good kid. He's dedicated to his craft, this isn't a complex scheme for him to fence some nudes of you to the highest bidder." The young man's eyes widen exponentially as Mr. Burton makes his assertion, and instinctually puts his hands up in surrender. "No, no! I would never, ever. Do I- do I come off as that kind of creep, if I do I'm sorry."

"No, it's not that at all, I just struggle with, well, some issues like that." Joseph visibly frowns, and Mr. Burtons hand tenses from it's spot on the table.

"You are pretty creepy, Joseph." Mr. Burton admits, making the boy flush as the teacher playfully pushes his head. "This'll be good, good art pushes outside of comfort zones, yeah? Let's get all set up." He claps his hands together as he goes to stand behinf the camera with Joseph. You strip, and sit awkwardly before the camera in front of a messy brick wall with various stains and prints on it from Mr. Burton's studio. Mr. Burtons licks his lips subconsciously as he looks over your meek form, the clears his throat. "Okay, first position, mermaid pose. Lets get those legs to the side."

The shoot continues on for a while, until Mr. Burton suggests a more 'raw' shoot. That's how you find yourself posing, hands over your chest area and thighs ever so slightly parted while Mr. Burton sits behind you, also nude. You worried about it being inappropriate, mostly for his sake. "Couldn't this... I mean, I'm willing to do it if you think it'll be good art, but won't you get in trouble if people find out?" You ask, turning over your shoulder a bit. He scoffs again, and shakes his head. "No self-respecting person with credentials like mine would teach these silver spoon brats art, I'm all they've got." He assures you, going to move an arm around your waist from behind.

"What composition do you want, sir?" Joseph asks, face red as he uses every ounce of will-power to try and suppress an erection at the sight of you and the older man. He'll worry about the new and conflicting feelings later. He's got enough photos to die happy, but the fact you seem so willing fills him with a delusional sense of your interest in him.

"It's your shoot, Joseph. Take over directing." Mr. Burton calls back, and Joseph doesn't seem sure. "I don't know, sir, you have more of a vision than me, and-" Mr. Burton groans, rolling his head back like a kid throwing a tantrum. "Jesus christ, kid. How many times do I have to hammer in that you're a good artist? You can direct your own shoots-" He notices the violently red flush of Josephs cheeks, and chuckles. "Or is this more an issue of being to embarrassed, because I told you-" He waves his free arm around. "We are pushing the envelope, making something raw, pushing ourselves out of comfort zones. To be a great artist, you have to not be afraid to tell your NUDE SUBJECT, to spread their legs and bare it all." Joseph is completely silent, stun-locked by his gruff teachers comments. He begins examining the shot in the view-finder after taking a few shaky breathes.

"Alright, Sir... of course." He swallows, and his shaky hands adjust the lens. "I want to-to try and delineate from what other people think nude shoots are, away from like... porn and stuff. Raw, but intimate, I think." Mr. Burton nods for him to continue, and seeing the interest in your eyes at his creative direction, Joseph gets a little more confident. "If you're okay with it-" He addresses you now. "I'd like Mr. Burton to be able to touch you, nothing too invasive, just a kiss on the neck or the shoulder, maybe letting him hold your thigh?" Joseph keeps his tone soft and asking, sure to imply you can say no.

"That's alright, I trust him." You mumble, looking at the gruff art instructor and seeing to your surprise a soft look on his face. "I'm honored, little muse." He teases, and the nickname makes you flush. "Oh, and you too, Joseph, we've not talked much, um, but you seem really dedicated, I'm sure I'm in good hands."

Shit. Well, so much for keeping his dick down, but at least he doesn't think you can see from the way the lighting is set up. He nods, and you shiver, feeling a cold pair of lips and a thin stubble scratch at the surface of your shoulder. "Are they cold?" Mr. Burton chuckles, placing a few more small kisses as you hear the camera shutter snap. "I'm sorry, I can't control the thermostat in here, all this money and they can't afford to make sure I don't freeze my dick off doing my job." He's always so grumpy, even when he's trying to be sweet. You close your eyes and try to relax into the feeling. It escalates occasionally, hands on your thighs as he kneads gently at your flesh, occasionally making a complaint about something or picking at Joseph, who keeps making an odd series of grunts, but you assume he's just breathing heavy from being so focused.

It culminates in you being positioned over him, as if playing the playful or dominate role in some sort of erotic moment. Mr. Burtons hands rest on your ass, his firm yet not fully erect cock a little too close to your hole. You're chest to chest with him, and while he's relishing in the feeling, Joseph makes a hand motion, and he knows its time to pull away, at least for this ession. He's smart, knows not to rush it, and he knows this is more than enough material for the vouyeristic camerman.

"I think we got some good shots, i-it's getting late. I'll go grab something from the vending machine while you too warm up." Joseph scarmbles away, camera bag held oddly across his crotch area. Mr. Burton smiles as you slide off from him, flushed as the weight of your previous position hits you. "You were great, a real professional." He urges, scooting forward to sit beside you.

"Thank you, sir. I was trying not to get too flushed or anything, I hope I didn't sweat too much." You admit, and he shakes his head to assure you. "Nah, you did fine, but if I could make a suggestion?" You look up. "No real intimate scene like that doesn't have a couple kissing. On your neck and shoulders was fine, but lets face it, people do more than neck each other when they're getting it on like that." He glances at the door, making sure Joseph is still doing whatever it is he's doing out there. He didn't discuss this part with the young artist, but let's face it, learning to be one step ahead, to protect your work and your muse, is something he's gonna have to learn anyways. "Will you let me show you?" he asks, voice low as he leans closer to your face.

You glance at the camera. "It's not running, though shouldn't we wait for joseph to take the photo?" You ask, a little more unsure about the artistic integrity of the action. He shakes his head as he lets his stubble scratch your cheek. "This'll be practice, yeah? For next time..."

"Next time?"

"Next time." He mumbles, lips feverishly sealing against your as he hunces over your form, cold bodies pressing together and leaving goosebumps which trail down your form as the session closes out.

[laviechuchu]

Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy🎀

Yandere teacher who makes you watch your own amber alert/missing alert, while holding a vibrator to your clit. Sitting on the sofa with you sitting inbetween. A cloth gagging your mouth as you hear the faint sounds over your own exhaustion.

Every sound sounds muffled “tired already?” His voice asks you, whispering but loud enough for you to hear. You feel a kiss on your sweaty forehead, little whimpers escaping your mouth while he circles the vibrator softly.

“About to cum?” He asks your now weakened form, your sticky face and wet cheeks tells him you’re close.

“Cum then, my dumb little girl”

[cerine0357]

Izana

╓ The tired, angry and loving teacher of class 1:72 ╜

Tag list: for my baby, @achy-boo, also @dxmoness @lvmxlee @primordixl @juvellianovo @crownxie @roseadleyn @writerig @quiri1306 @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe

[ilovespec]

"A frantic heartbeat: An Ode to Obsession"

Yandere FEM! Teacher × FEM! Reader. Part I

Note!!! All the people here are 21 years old, and this is only 1 part ;) But the second part will be released soon

Warnings : beautiful woman . АААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА ?!??!? ААААААААААААААААА ЖЕНЩИНАААААААА !!!!!!!!

Y/N - Your name.

Y/L - Your last name.

Y/NC - Your nickname

F/N - Friend's name.

F/L : Friend's last name

Y/N Y/L , Y/NC etc... That's what they call you. You are an ordinary college student in your city. And... as strange as it may sound, but your life is ordinary. Like groundhog Day. You wake up, brush your teeth, take a shower , have breakfast, go to school, come back from school, do your homework (if you still do it, of course) and go to bed. And so on.... But . Everything changed a little bit when you got a new teacher...Agnia Gnilova. She taught you psychology. This is a 40-year-old Russian woman. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, brown eyes, a long scar on her nose, tanned skin , she is about 190-200 centimeters tall, and has muscles.. Judging by the way her clothes fit her body, she was a professional athlete..And only because of this did half of your class fall in love with her, damn it. And you thought she was just a beautiful and charming woman. After all, why would an ordinary student fall in love with your teacher , right?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Agnia Gnilova... She was just an angel!!! She didn 't scold you if you and other students missed classes , often arranged tea parties , and even helped and calmed down if someone was upset or had problems ! Soon she became a local "star", because this is a foreign psychology teacher who behaves like an angel, and also calms down? Soon, even the local teachers fell in love with her....

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You sigh painfully as you get up from your desk and stretch your cramped limbs. And your friend teased you.

Your bro : Hey Y/N, have you grown quite old, you can't even sit for a long time *fake villainous laughter*

Suddenly a heavy , sinewy hand was laid on his shoulder... It was your teacher, Agnia! She looked at your friend with a barely noticeable fierce gleam in her eyes and a smile on her face.

Agnia Gnilova : F/N F/L . Miss Y/N is very beautiful and young, don't mess with her with your words.

Then she came up to you and lightly patted the top of your head.

Agnia Gnilova: Don't worry Miss Y/N. You always You are beautiful , and you will be.

And then she just walked away. Your friend has already really laughed at this situation.

Your bro : HWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAZ , GIRLLLLLLL LOOKS LIKE SHE 'S GOT HER EYE ON YOU AZAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA0

You just sigh dejectedly, thinking about what kind of jerk you're friends with ...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The next day, when you were walking home from school as usual, you heard rustling and meowing in the bushes... You went into the bushes , and saw , oddly enough, Agnia ! And she was playing with stray kittens... How cute it looked !!!! It's only after a couple of minutes that she turns around and notices you. Her tanned face immediately turns red, and she laughs sheepishly.

Agnia Gnilova: Oh.... Miss Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here... Do you like these kittens? Have a seat next to me.

She lightly patted the spot on the grass next to her and smiled. And you sat down next to her. And you spent the next couple of hours playing with kittens <3

The character description will be tomorrow, today I'm too lazy, it's 3:00. And anyway, I'm tired and I'm leave. (to sleep)

[yanderemcu]

Yandere! Robert Laing x student! reader please? The reader has recently moved into the high-rise with her family. When Laing found his favorite student moved to the high-rise he was excited. Laing had feelings for her ever since her laid eyes on her and when the high-rise goes to shit her and family tries to move but when they were trying to get out Robert took the reader.

Laing loved teaching. Though once he fell for you he loved you more than teaching. It was love at first sight. Then you and your family moved to the High Rise. You became his student. You were his favorite student. By far. He was beyond happy. It was nice. Though then the High Rise got all messed up. Your family tried to leave. Laing took you and your family ended up dead. He took you somewhere safe. Far away from the High Rise. He was gonna have to force you to love him like he loves you. You two were gonna have a nice life together. Safe from the High Rise.