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suiana · 2 days
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(yandere! co-actor x gn! co-actor reader) (theyre co-stars who act as lovers n have to act like they love each other but they actually don't)
"but oh, darling, how i adore your face in all its glory..."
"cut!"
your co-actor immediately pulls away from you, face scrunching up in disgust as he completely refuses to acknowledge your presence. you do the same, wiping your hand with a cloth as you walk to the opposite side of the set.
yes, the two of you were co-stars who secretly hated each other. shocking.
to be honest, it was shocking because you didn't hate him initially. you had actually admired him and even wanted to act together in a movie! he was once your idol after all.
and by some stroke of luck, your manager had gotten you the opportunity to be a co-star on a romance-horror movie that was predicted to be the biggest film of all time.
but now that you had achieved that dream... you really wish it hadn't come true. for people's facades come down once you get to know them.
you and him did not get along at all. constantly butting heads, fighting over the littlest of things... yet, you two manage to act out the roles of obsessed lovers who would die for one another.
the fact that the movie was about how you (the love interest) and him (the male lead) were dating and how he would go crazy and stuff-
ugh you can't believe you had to act this out! you're too annoyed to even think straight now! like, what kind of false reality is this?!
...
well i mean, it is kinda your job as an actor to sell a false reality but still! the way you two can pull a 180 each time you have to get on set is crazy!
"oi you, don't breath all up in my face next time. yoy are repulsive."
"we're literally supposed to stand close to one another! how am i not supposed to do that-"
"then don't breathe."
"you two stop it!"
the director barks at the two of you, shaking his head as the both of you roll your eyes. seriously, to everyone else it looks like little kids who are fighting over the smallest of things. how childish!
"we're gonna be filming the next scene. get in position!"
you begrudgingly walk over to the middle of the set at the familiar phrase, getting into place as your co-star unwillingly holds you in an intimate pose. with him pressed up against a wall and you pinning him up against said wall.
you shudder in disgust as the cameras begin rolling once more. ew, you really can't understand what you used to see in him. like he's so dramatic and sassy! what-
"ack!"
your eyes widen as you see him shiver fearfully, a spider crawling on his head. what the hell?! where did this spider come from?!
you wanted to back away from your co-star but the second you saw how his eyes started to water, the way his lower lip trembled... you knew you couldn't just leave him to suffer. even when you hated him.
"don't move..."
you mumble, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you use a shaky hand to approach the spider. hm... it's not like you were scared it's just... why's it so big?
you gulp nervously, eyes widening slightly as you watch the spide crawl up your arm. damn, if you were a bit more of a coward...
you set the spider on a nearby desk, humming softly as you let out a shaky sigh of relief. oh well, at least it's over.
as you were drinking some water, your co actor couldn't help but feel his heart race, cheeks flushed red as he tries to regulate his breathing. what the hell? why is he getting so flustered over you getting close to him?
his eyes drift to your figure, taking in your carefree attitude. he quickly looks away as your eyes glance at his staring. hiding his face in his hands, he huffs and turns around, grumbling something about you as he feels his heart rate spike even more.
all he can think about as the rest of the shoot goes on was whether you had looked this beautiful before.
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allurilove · 2 days
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Yandere x Zombie you
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Rated 18 + — mature short content!
Includes: He tries to sew his dick back on, stalking, begging, mentions of dead bodies and blood, cannibalism?, gender neutral reader, unrequited love.
*This is the second part to the first one! Check the first one when you can! He is referred to as “your stalker” and this is purely fictional writing!*
Synopsis: You thought that by eating him he would leave you alone. However, he just comes back to life- continuing to follow and bother you.
You never saw yourself becoming a zombie “mentor” especially to your stalker, but he’s so defenseless and dumb, it’s hard not to step in.
You try to keep him in line, making sure he doesn’t make any romantic advancements towards you, but he doesn’t listen.
He screamed in agony as you munched on his body, his heart beats becoming faint, and he finally let out his last breath. You pulled back, and admired your work. There is a huge chunk of his torso missing, and there are little bites everywhere. You lick your lips, his sweet blood tasted nice, and he was one of the better meals you’ve had.
That was months ago. You moved on, and you were looking for your next victim. It seemed like the humans were getting smarter, they knew to avoid certain areas as they became zombie hotspots. You shuffle through the forest, moving your head back and forth to detect any movement.
Your eyes zero in at the man that stands by the lake, he’s so still and he’s barely moving. His face is flat, eyes are bloodshot, and he lets out a groan. Your eyes trail down lower, and you realized he didn’t wear any pants.
Gross.
Your stalker jerked awake, his eyes widening and he put his hand on his chest. He felt his still heart. He pats himself down, his hand grazing his smooth hip. Shit. His cock. He slowly looked at the dick that was tossed to the side, it was limp and oddly colored. He almost missed it.
He pouted as he crawled to his dismembered body part, and he took it into his hand. He had an idea. It took him awhile to find his footing, and he kept tilting to one side. His body couldn’t really support himself after you did a number on him. He pushed himself to try to remember the area he was in, most of the buildings had turned to dust, and it was unrecognizable with all the blood and dead bodies.
He sighed as he had to shove his way through the door, a dead body right in front of the entrance and when he finally got in, the body got smushed against the wall. He gagged as the body “popped.” He stumbled his way into the store, and he looked around for a needle and thread.
The place he was in used to be a “Joanne’s” and he sometimes came here for yarn and fabric, he went to the familiar aisle, and started to look for what he needed.
He rummaged through the basket filled with left over thread, he decided on a color, and he hoped that pink would help his… misfortunate situation… prettier. He had his shirt in his mouth so he could get a good look at his hips, he shimmed off his pants, and he aligned his dick to where it would usually be.
He let out a surprised yelp when he pierced the needle into his skin, he continued to sew his cock back on, and eventually it was done. He let out a sigh of relief, letting his saliva coated shirt out of his mouth. He tossed the needle to the side, and he examined himself in the reflection of the window.
He thinks he looked good. Probably better than all the other male zombies out there. And now, all he had to do was to find you. Maybe you would date him now that you two were the same species. He walked around for months, trying to find you, taking breaks to eat, and damn was it hard to convince someone to let you eat them. He would gesture wildly, pointing at the scared human and then at his mouth- he started to make chewing noises. The human screamed and shoved him out of the way.
How rude!
He groaned as he had to pick himself back up, which always took him awhile. He sighed as his stomach rumbled and he began his hunt for another poor soul.
And then he saw you. It was like his heart could start pumping again, and his cheeks turned pink. He was almost in shock that he was able to find you like this, and he couldn’t believe his luck. You finally stared back at him, your eyes were on him and he was elated. His feet started to walk, and he sped towards to you- almost breaking into a sprint. He opened his arms to engulf you into a hug, you were about to get tackled, but you swiftly moved out of the way.
He landed onto the ground with an oomph!
He whined as he had no more energy to pick himself up. Your ears perked up as you heard his stomach growl, and… was he crying?
You bend down and you roll him onto his back. His eyes drift towards yours, so lifeless and glazed over, he pouted and he reached for you again. You slapped his hand down. You took pity on the man, and you made sure not to make any eye contact with his nude lower half. You helped him get up, forcing him to lean against a tree, and you hand him a piece of meat you’ve been saving up for emergencies.
You couldn’t help but gag at the sight of his dick flopping about. Does he have no shame?? And when you two came across a human who was near close to death, you heartlessly just walked right over, and yanked his pants off. Your stalker puts the pants on as he watched you devour the person.
The pants were quite snug, and he winced as the crotch area was very uncomfortable for him. He slowly sank down to his knees, and he cautiously opened his mouth.
You slowly look up at him, expecting him to start eating on the human, but he just waits. You let out an angry groan and you take a good meaty chunk off the man’s thigh, you spit it out onto your hand, and you gave it to your stalker. Which he gladly takes. He didn’t care that it was covered in your saliva, and he swallowed it whole.
Your stalker waddled as he followed you, his legs looking like they were about to burst through his pants. However, it did make him walk a couple of feet behind you. He couldn’t speed up and press himself right against you, his breath hot on your neck, and his hands wouldn’t be able to wander on your body. So that was a bonus.
You lied to him that zombies slept. He was a… fledgling of sorts, and he didn’t really know the “rules.”You just wished that he would leave you alone. You would lay down onto the grass, and he slides himself right next to you. He fluttered his eyelashes and he subtly tried to wrap his arms around you. You gesture that zombies did not hug, and he said that you two could start a new phenomenon.
You tied him up that night. He stood straight as an arrow, the tree and ropes holding him firm. You tossed around, trying to get your body to sleep. Sensing your restlessness, he let out a sound that he only knows how— a whine. It’s the sort of whine that dogs use to get the attention of their owner.
You ignore him of course, however, it led him to start whining even more. He tried to writhe out of the ropes, grimacing as the rope grinds onto his skin. He starts to move around like a fish out of water, and he pouts heavily. You let out a frustrated growl, your hands gripping at the grass before you rip it out of the ground, and throw it at the male zombie. He coughed, his mouth sputtering as he tried to spit it out.
It was the middle of the night when your body finally relaxed, but your ears picked up on some gnawing noises, and you slowly opened your eyes. Foamy drool and saliva dripped out of his mouth, his teeth firmly latched onto the rope as he tried to cut himself out. You roll your eyes and you rest on your elbows, watching the man cut through the final thin string that kept him apart from you. When he bursted out of his binds, he approached you again. He got onto his knees, his hands clasping together, and he pleaded.
He wanted to feel your body against his, for you to wrap your arms around his waist, and for him to be able to nuzzle his face into your neck. He wanted you to touch him- not because you had to eat him- but because you loved him. What does a man have to do for you to pay attention to him? He already tried to cut off his dick for you, but you didn’t want it. He fed you, kept you safe, and stalked you around to make sure you were doing okay. He even tried to trap you for your protection.
Your stalker was just worried about your wellbeing. He started to bow his head, his forehead resting on the ground as tears swelled up in his eyes. He started to sniffle, his hands still together in prayer that you would let him be with you. That you would let him be yours. If he could form a coherent sentence he would beg. He would use his words to sway you (that never worked) and he would say the sweetest, and the kindest and truest words known to mankind.
You are magnificent in his eyes. You are so captivating, and sultry in your own way. He has never met someone like you, and he wasn’t planning on letting you go. You are a rare find, a person that only comes every thousandth year.
So, why not him?
Why didn’t you want to be with him?
He slowly looked up, holding back his tears, and he saw that you were…. gone.
Allure: tysm for 560+ followers! This fic is pretty unedited, and I’ll fix the mistakes later!
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kiame-sama · 2 days
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Manifesting Rage (Platonic!Yandere!Gon x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Yandere!Killua) Series fics
Warnings; Gon and Killua are platonic yanderes, both view reader as an older sister, Reader's nen is both op and useless depending on the circumstances, put the parts in chronological order since I technically posted part 2 first, but it makes more sense in this order.
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cheesecakethots · 1 day
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phinks will try to have a semi-normal relationship with you, unlike others in the troupe who will flat out kidnap you the second they realise their feelings. the key word here is try.
he is unfortunately very adamant that you are so damn weak, and that he has to be on your ass 24/7. you do not know this.
he’s not great at stalking you, and if you were just a little bit more aware of your surroundings you’d notice him more often. that’s not to say you haven’t before, but you’ve brushed it off as chance encounters.
he gets worse as time goes on, if he’s not stalking you he’s in your home, going through your stuff and checking for any safety hazards, anyway someone (other than him) could break in. it becomes a habit of his to sneak into your home when he’s had a particularly rough day. watching you sleep is oddly calming, but it does make him feel embarrassed. he’s only protecting you he’ll try to convince himself, despite the faint blush on his face when your shirt rides up your stomach in your sleep.
he steals some of your clothes sometimes; it feels nice to go back to the shitty apartment he’s currently renting, lay down on the even shittier mattress and press your shirt to his nose for a bit.
you’ll probably find him one day, either in the middle of the night or after you get back from work, going through your draws and wardrobe, a slight tent in his trousers. you don’t get far before your back is to his chest, a muscular arm is tightly crushed around your stomach, and a hand is holding your mouth shut. he may seem calm and collected to you, but internally he’s panicking.
you’ll be crying, squirming and whimpering and he’ll only give you a harsh, “shut up. i’m not gonna hurt you” that does not make you feel better in the slightest.
it’s at that moment he’ll decide that maybe keeping you in a little safe house for him to come home to doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world.
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I was reading your yandere Malleus and my question is how he would react to his daughter falling in love or someone wanting to court his son.
Death.
Execution.
Murder.
Not a single person deserves to have his baby as their own. And if they try to take you then they'll learn just how warm his fire-breathe can get.
Malleus is simple in a way that he just solves the vast majority of his problems via Intimidation or murder. However his child tends to cause the most complex problems for him.
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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
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zennotixs · 2 days
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What if I cut my hand off and gave it to her as a gift?
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cumtastiics · 3 days
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"Tell me, princess, why must you still go? To him? Do you love that bastard more than the affection I can give you? Is he better than US?" his voice rang throughout the room, almost as if he were shouting and without realizing it, he was losing control.
yandere butler w princess reader snippet
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helpfandom · 20 hours
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BTAS Riddler and Clock King (separate) with a reader whose dad works at Arkham Asylum and visits sometimes much to the father’s dismay.
(Y/N) is polite with the inmates and seems completely oblivious to how dangerous the inmates truly are
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If reader is oblivious, then they are likely younger, so I'll go with a ten year old. I would love to do this as a fic format, but as I said, not specified will be HCs.
Riddler likely took to you as it's a young mind he can shape, a mind he can challenge, a mind he can change in Gotham. Clock King on the other hand, took to you because he simply had a horrendous day and needed routine, so to see someone kind, someone he can rely on and understand, he quickly takes to.
Clock King was just a man with OCD turned sour, so if he looks forward to your visits, he insist that you do them on a regular basis, basing it off of a common schedule to make his mind better, something that the employees unfortunately insist you do, much to your father's dismay.
Riddler, says that he is mentally stimulating to argue that he should be around you, and as such, he forces his way to you, cutting time with other villains short, like Mad Hatter, [although maybe in a general we shouldn't put a young, naive child near him...] throwing a tantrum at the guards if they separate him and you, whereas Clock King is far more willing to hang back and watch, although a little cautious if they attempt to bring Croc or Bane near you, Clock King often moves himself in front of you and crouches next to you when that happens.
Riddler is a needy individual, glaring at others cutting time with you short and if it's an inmate, often treating them lesser than he was already, going to greater lengths to mess with them, and taking delight in their frustrations.
Clock King is a understanding individual, but a rigid one, so he doesn't take kindly to the childish way of constant change, usually getting mildly upset when you decide to play something different, or when you don't understand what he may be talking about.
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serickswrites · 2 days
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Why Do You Love Them?
Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, yandere whumper
"Why do you love them?" Whumper asked the empty room. They were waiting for Whumpee to get home. Had been waiting in Whumpee's apartment for hour. And while they were waiting, they were stuck staring at all the pictures of Caretaker and Whumpee Whumpee had used to decorate their apartment.
Whumpee should love them.
They were the one who helped Whumpee move in. They were the one who had been Whumpee's shoulder to cry on when Whumpee's last partner dumped them. They had been the one who was always there for Whumpee.
And perhaps Whumper needed to show Whumpee all the things they did. And then Whumpee would love them. Whumpee would forget Caretaker. And it would be only them.
Whumper had been trying to take Whumpee for the last four days. But Whumpee hadn't been home. And so they had stopped by Caretaker's house the last three evenings to confirm: Whumpee had been on an extended sleepover. But they had heard Whumpee say they had to go home tonight to get more clothes.
And so Whumper waited. Soon. Soon Whumpee would be theirs. Soon Whumpee would forget Caretaker. Soon Whumpee would only want them. And Whumper could shower them with the love they deserved.
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kiame-sama · 2 days
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Little Spider- (Yan!Chrollo x Fem!Reader) series
Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere behavior, adult themes, adult content, intended for 18+ (if you are not 18+ then go away), fem reader, kidnapping, unwilling relationship, Stockholm syndrome,
Pt 1: NSFW warning
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/643886601937813504/little-spider?source=share
Pt 1.5: NSFW warning
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/645809788163391488/little-spider-dating?source=share
Pt 2: NSFW warning
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/634645009315069952/little-spider-yanchrollo-x-reader-lemon?source=share
Pt 3:
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/616088967715160064/we-always-see-the-zoldycks-so-how-about-yandere?source=share
Pt 4: NSFW warning
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/666582974532337664/run-little-spider-yanchrollo-x?source=share
Pt 5: NSFW warning
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/699797132077563904/little-spider-yanderechrollo-x-reader-decided?source=share
Pt 6: NSFW warning
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/743951581128654848/little-spider-fun-and-games-yanchrollo-x?source=share
Pt 7:
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/665209682803245056/not-sure-if-this-was-done-before-but-yan-chrollo?source=share
Pt 8:
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/618402538922835968/how-would-the-phantom-troupe-react-to-baby-spider?source=share
Pt 9:
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/645919183350169601/little-spider-the-princess-and-the-dragon-this-is?source=share
Pt 10: Submission for Little Spider series, Baby Spider POV
https://www.tumblr.com/kiame-sama/634250558400757761/more-submissions-so-this-is-based-of-your-little?source=share
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ever since my latest interaction with my 🔮 anon, i've been thinking about a yandere and her puppy.,,,
pretty yandere lady who:
- has access to the cameras of every single one of your devices
- has wire tapped your house and every public place you regularly visit
- keeps a detailed chart of your daily schedule so she can follow you everywhere you go
- steals every pen you drop, every scrap of paper you leave behind, literally any piece of you that she can get her hands on
- makes anyone who dares look at you, flirt with you, or, god forbid, touch you "disappear"
- leaves notes in your house that explain in explicit detail what she wants to do to you (probably involves kidnapping you + fucking you nasty style)
- sneaks a collar onto your neck while you're sleeping
- makes you forget everyone else and be only hers, hers, hers
- trains you to be an obedient mutt without any worries or problems so that you no longer have to do anything but be a silly, carefree puppy
- showers you with so much love when you act like a good puppy that your brain melts into a puddle
- conditions you to get wet/hard whenever you smell her or hear her voice
- teaches you that the only thing you need to be happy is her <3
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volpe-kitsune-red · 3 days
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Scenario where Lynx and her darling are together, darling isn’t turned yet but is Not Allowed To Leave, and darling is Visibly Terrified of Lynx most of the time. They never used to be this scared….
Thanks for the request! I can show more of Darling's life once Lynx 's yandere plan is in motion!
A trembling darling
Lynx Andromeda (Yandere oc) x reader
"What's up with that face? I told you I won't bite yet! Just relax and I promise it'll feel like paradise..."
CW. General yandere behavior, mention of kidnapping, mention of murder, blood drinking, vampire things, threats, reader's boundaries being ignored, (one) innuendo.
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Ever since you woke in her house it's been a nightmare. A gentle terror, a comforting lullaby trying to soothe you but you just know something isn't right in its melody. There's a butler at your beck and call, a nice bed, and a giant mansion at your disposal, with the downside that you cannot leave and your access and knowledge of the outside world is limited to the news channel on TV. Sometimes you are even confined to your room but only if you 'misbehave'. That's what your captor, and former best friend, calls it when you refuse to step too close to her or even look at her. "Don't be like that love, aren't you happy I brought you your favorite breakfast this morning? Don't I deserve a bit of consideration from my pet as a reward?"
Why shouldn't you be scared and wary? She's a vampire, she kills people and sucks them out of their life force to survive, what if she just likes to play with her food before biting into it? As soon as you get comfortable and lower your guard she's going to sneak up on you, you just know it.
She often sits in your room just to stare at you as she tells you about her day. Of course, she avoids the details about her getting rid of that classmate of yours that would always stand a bit too close to you for her liking. Initially, she would let you have your space and be mindful of your comfort and fear as she sat in the opposite side of the room but now...she's been getting impatiant with her darling's antics, so naturally she decided to just force you into getting used to her. She holds you in her arms and you tremble every time she buries her face in your neck, she plays with your hair and sometimes thugs on it to see what you'll do. "Don't squirm away, you should knoe you're safer in my arms than anywhere else." "..." "Don't believe me, hmm? Ah well, you don't have much of a choice either way, you're mine now, dear ."
As much as it pains her that she still can't trust to bring you outside with her, it's not a secret that she enjoys your terror in some twisted way. It's one of the main reasons that keeps you doubting her intentions, she may act sweet, but the smirk on her face when she elicits in you such strong reactions by a simple touch is hard to ignore. It boosts her ego, and you look so cute when you tremble, how could she not adore you even more?
She misses the days where you would happily hug her back and casually converse with her but she's confident she'll have it back someday, and if not, training you into her lovely pet won't be hard, it's obvious you're too terrified to put too much of a fight.
"Keep this scared kitten act for much longer and I might not be able to resist eating you up!" "W-what no please-" "Hehe, you're so funny, I meant it in another way, love."
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cheesecakethots · 2 days
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act up around shalnark and he’ll say something so horrifying but in the most sweet tone you’ll ever hear
he’ll catch you trying to pick the lock of the room he’s keeping you in, only to be like
“ohhh, if you keep that up i’ll break all of your fingers! :)” … he might even give you a cutesy little giggle
you will very quickly realise that his threats are not empty. do not push it after the first and only warning he’ll give you.
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onismdaydream · 3 months
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best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.
megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you — there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.
you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.
he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all — saving himself for you.
but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.
so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.
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allurilove · 16 days
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Yandere Classmate x you
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Rated 18 + — mature short content !
Includes: Headcanons of stalking, obsessive behavior, unhinged man lowkey, sexual fantasies, perverted and lewd behavior, stealing, male masturbation, gender neutral reader, grumpy x sunshine,
*He has no name, and is only referred to as “your classmate” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This yandere classmate is different from the other one I have wrote about. This is purely fictional writing!*
Synopsis: You wish on a shooting star for a boyfriend. Your classmate has an unhealthy obsession with you, he’s almost entranced, and he follows you around like a lost puppy. He doesn’t know what you have done to him, but he won’t let you go. No, he’ll hunt you down and make sure you’ll stay with him forever.
When you wished to be in a relationship with a man that was utterly obsessed with you— joking or not joking— the universe heard you loud and clear.
It was like he was here on earth just to be with you. Every single part of his body was screaming, clawing, and dragging his feet towards you. It was hard to get close, and near damn annoying that you were surrounded by your friends all the time.
Your classmate was entranced the moment you walked past him, and whenever you did and he heard your sweet laugh… his legs immediately made him get up from his spot to follow you.
You were just the sweetest being he has ever seen. Always nice and kind to others, even if they didn’t deserve it. He felt like he had a responsibility to protect you from assholes that would take advantage of you.
He began to follow you around. Listening in to your conversations, and he would take mental notes of what would make you laugh. He was determined to make you smile, to make you laugh harder than that fool in front of you.
He gave up on his education to pursue you. I mean he was learning… just happened to skip some of his classes to sneak into yours. You were a more interesting subject anyways. He would sit somewhat far away, and switch it up every time. He didn’t want you to notice him, not yet anyways.
Your classmate really wanted to sit next you, or maybe offer to buy you lunch. When you went to the bathroom, and left your cup on the table, there was a faint lip mark on it. He gulped, his hand slowly reaching for it. If he couldn’t kiss you soon, this was the next best thing. He pressed his lips where yours were previously, his tongue flicking the rim. He savored your saliva, and out of adrenaline he decided to keep the cup all together.
Whenever you were gone, or didn’t come to school that day, he had to visit your locker. It was after gym class, and no one was around as he leaned in to sniff at the little vents. Your scent had been brewing in there for a couple of hours, and he groaned.
He desperately tried to lap up every scent — he inhaled and licked the air— his hands palming the tent in his shorts. If only he knew your locker combination.
Your classmate pulled his shorts down, and his boxers followed suit. He finally freed himself from his confinements, and he rubbed his hand up and down his length. He masturbated at the thought of you often. He only needed an image of you, a scent, or an item of yours. Either way, his dick would be in his hands, twitching and cumming.
When he wasn’t stalking you and literally trying to learn everything about you, he took the liberty to primp himself. He wanted to look good for you after all. He would wake up early, shave and even wax his body clean of body hair, cut his nails, and do shit to his cuticles. He went to the barbershop and got a new hair cut, and made sure his face was clean and shaven. If that wasn’t your thing he would grow it all out.
He was a bit hesitant to do much with his lower body. But he sucked it up and made sure to trim down there too. He wasn’t used to shaving, and had to buy a couple of bandaids. A sanrio bandaid near his crotch.
And he realized he was deeply out of shape. Shit. When you were running on the tracks, so was he. He had to hold his breath to hide his deep and hard breathing. He soon found out he shouldn’t have done that.
You came over to him after he briefly passed out cold on the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, and you came into the view, and he saw a tiny bit up your shorts. That was enough for him to go into a frenzy.
He bought all of the fruits he could find, he read on the internet that the best way to eat someone out, and practice, was to use fruit. The peaches juices were dripping down his neck as he continued to tongue, and devour the hole. He imagined that he was on the ground and you were sitting on his face, his arms would lock you down onto him, making you put your full weight on him. Suffocate him for all he cares, he just wanted to hear you say his name. Or at least acknowledge that he exists.
He isn’t popular like you are, but he has his own group of friends. And by friends, he means your siblings. The only natural way to get close to you, was through your family after all. Plus, if you two were to get married, he already had an in with the family.
It also meant he could see your room. He snuck away for a minute to examine where you slept. He slowly knelt down, his hips aligned with corner of the mattress, and he digs his face into your sheets. His hands gripped the soft plush of your blanket, his cock rubbing against the corner. He whined as wanted more, he just wanted to bury himself deep inside you, and feel your warmth around him. He bets that it would feel like heaven.
Your classmate quickly retracted as he felt a tiny wet spot growing on his pants, his face flushed as he sat back down onto his ass. When he does so, his hands land on a piece of fabric. Out of instinct his hands curl around it and he picked it up, he inspected it and his eyes widens. Your underwear. In his hand.
His hand was tightly gripped around his mouth and the other was around his cock. His back was arched and he locked himself away in your bathroom. He loved the feeling of your underwear rubbing on his tip, and his hips snapped against his hand. He closed his eyes and he imagined you were giving him a handjob instead. Fuck, he just needed to smell you instead. He smelled your underwear, as he climaxed, his cum dribbling on the floor.
When you applied for college, he did too. He found out every single one you wanted to go to from your siblings. He got waitlisted. You got accepted. It wasn’t even a straight up rejection, it wasn’t a yes, and it was just a damn maybe.
He winced, his eyes almost closing as he smiled for the picture. It turned out alright and he paid the fee. A couple of months later, he got his passport in the mail. He booked his flight, and he lied right to your face. He convinced you to get an apartment with him instead of going to a dorm, and he followed you around campus, even though he doesnt have a single class there.
Allure: This is a bit of a different format from how I usually write, and idk how to feel about it lol!
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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ~ Queen
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