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Storm cloud

Tropes: M!Yandere x FTM!Darling, Sunshine x Grump, Jock x Alt, manipulative yandere

A/N: I love Dimitri

Trigger warning for mentions of transphobia

Yan! Sunshine! Jock’s name is Dimitri.

Dimitri looks like this

And his voice claim is Wriothesley

Darling dresses alternatively.

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“Storm cloud! Wait up!” An annoyingly loud voice calls from down the corridor.

‘How does Dimitri have so much energy at 8 in the morning? And why does he insist on giving me that stupid nickname?’ You think.

You roll your eyes, sipping some of your coffee. The warm liquid making you feel somewhat better.

Dimitri catches up to you.

“So! Where do you wanna sit?” Dimitri asks, hovering too close for comfort.

“Somewhere away from you,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

“I want to sit alone,”

“Oh…”

Dimitri looked at you like a kicked puppy, sadly walking away from you.

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When class ended, you gathered up your stuff as quick as possible and tried to leave, but you were too slow. Dimitri had caught up to you.

“Do you need something, Dimitri?” You asked.

“I have a question, but I need to ask you in private.”

Dimitri was eerily calm, which was odd for him.

You tend to compare him to an overly excitable puppy.

You had a nagging sense of dread, but pushed it down. After all, Dimitri was too kind and sunshiny to hurt anyone.

So, with hesitation, you went with him.

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You two reach a deserted part of campus, an old classroom that not many people knew of.

Entering, Dimitri stops.

“Do you hate me? Did I do something wrong?” Dimitri asks, sadness laced in his words.

“Excuse me?” You ask, confused.

“I care a lot about what you think of me storm cloud,”

“Why would you care so much about my opinion? Don’t you have a million other people that you’re friends with?”

“Storm cloud, I would drop them all if you asked me to! If that’s what this is about, then I’ll gladly not be friends with them! You say the word and I—”

“That’s not my point.” You state, pointedly.

“Then why? Why don’t you like me?”

“Dimitri, you try too hard to be my friend and you can be annoying,”

Dimitri look shattered.

“Can you move? I want to get to my apartment and—” you ask, considering Dimitri was in the way of the doors.

“What if I tell everyone you’re trans? What if I let that out?”

You look at him, terrified.

The area you went to college wasn’t accepting of the trans community. You barely managed to fly under the radar, but you knew a person who got jumped for their identity.

“How did you-,”

“How did I know? It’s not that hard to tell. You know who’s been keeping you safe?”

Dimitri leans in.

“Me. Now if you don’t want to loose my protection, you’ll listen, ok?”

You can hardly believe your ears.

Dimitri, a literal ray of sunshine and kindness, was threatening you.

You find yourself nodding.

“Good boy! I knew you would be so good for me,”

You look down as he clears his throat.

“Well, for my first request, I want you to be my boyfriend!” Dimitri states, a lovesick smile creeping on his face.

“What? Why?” You ask, creeped out.

“Isn’t it obvious? I love you, and only you. I don’t want anyone other than my storm cloud!” Dimitri stated, talking to you as if you were a child.

Dimitri then stepped closer to you, taking your face in his hands.

“If you know what’s good for you, I’d recommend you let me kiss you,”

Dimitri then kissed you, sloppily and needy.

And you let him, because what else could you have done?

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#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #maybe limerence #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere oc #yandere original character

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Hi…

I apologize for not posting in months, life’s been kinda stressful.

I’ll start posting more (expect two or three posts this week), but I had to take a break from writing.

That brings me to the poll, I need inspiration.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #maybe limerence #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere oc #yandere original character #tumblr polls #writing poll

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Do you have any transmasc reader fic without the use of breeding and the term "cunt" :<?

Oh, if you want I can write one!! I’m a transmasc person who is comfortable with those terms, but I know it’s different for everyone :).

I apologize if I offended anyone ;-;

I’ll get right on that!!

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Love and Possession

A/N: BUCKLE UP BUCKAROOS, THIS ONE IS FOR THE TRANSMASCS!

Tropes/dynamics: FTM darling x soft!yan! demon, possessive x docile, smut, pussy eating, overstimulation, possessive talk, p in v sex, soft dubcon, breeding

Terms and pet names used: hole, cunt, cock, baby, little pet, breeding boy, pretty boy

Boyfriend/demons name: Lyon

Read more?

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“Fu—ck” You moan.

Your demon boyfriend, Lyon, was in between your thighs. His long tongue working in and out of your hole.

“That’s it baby, keep making those pretty noises,” Lyon says, smiling at how undone you’ve come.

You grip at the sheets, another orgasm clawing its way through your body.

“Hm, is my baby gonna cum again?” Lyon hums out, sending vibrations straight through you.

Your hands started moving on their own, grasping your boyfriend’s horns, pulling him closer.

“Dangerous game you’re playing, little pet,” he says into your sopping cunt.

You give out a cry as you cum on his tongue.

You let out a few weak pants. While you squeeze your eyes close and try to catch your breath, your boyfriend climbs on top of you.

“Lyon, what are you. Oh fuck—“ you moan as your boyfriend’s cock eases into your hole.

“You wanna play dangerous games, huh pretty boy? You wanna tug on my horns like you didn’t want me to breed you?” Lyon teases darkly.

You weakly whine about how you weren’t ready for kids, how you were still broke, how you weren’t even physically prepared for them.

“Hush up love, I’m making you my pretty breeding boy” Lyon continued fucking into your sopping hole.

You clenched down at the term “breeding boy”.

“You say you, fuck, you don’t want kids yet your body says otherwise,” Lyon whispers.

Your brain could barely comprehend those words.

“Hm, you going stupid dear? Fucking you that good? That’s fine, I’ll just keep going til we’re both spent,”

Your hands scratched against his chest, making him let out a low groan.

His hips stuttered against yours, his arms caging your bodies together.

“Fucking hell, so good, so so good for me love” he groans as hot ropes of cum fill you up.

“Gonna claim you, gonna claim you inside and out”

Your mind fuzzy as you giggle absentmindedly.

It was going to be a long night.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #maybe limerence #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #ftm nsft #ftm smut #yandere original character #yandere oc

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Drink me

Yan? Armin x Darling? OC (Circe)

TW/KINKS: Sex potion (drugging), porn with plot, cunnilingus, p in v sex, edging, creampie (with aftercare to clean), light bondage and gagging.

AN: I rewrote this multiple times so if something’s don’t make sense it’s cause the timelines are blending together into some sort of demonic purée

Tagline: Circe was everything Armin wanted. And he made sure he got it.

A drink greeted Circe on their dresser. It was a strange thing, but the handwriting was clearly from a friend. Drink me was written on the tag, a nod to the book Circe recommended them.

Shrugging, Circe swallowed the drink, thinking nothing of it.

After, they decided to do some homework, then they’d go to bed (if their insomnia would let them).

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It had been 5 hours and they couldn’t concentrate.

They felt warm, and their body hurt.

They got up, stumbling to the door to get a drink of water.

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When they opened the door of their dorm, the ran into Armin. Someone they normally couldn’t stand.

Wait…

Why does he smell so good?

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Armin felt no regret giving Circe a love drug.

It was just a means to an end.

When Circe bumped into him, sending them stumbling back, he couldn’t help but think about how cute they were. Shaking like a baby deer just learning to walk.

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Feigning anger, Armin hissed at Circe to ‘watch it’.

Armin was about to leave when Circe tugged at his arm.

They looked at him with anger and something else swirling in their eyes.

“What?” Armin asked, curtly.

Inside he was cackling with joy

Circe didn’t reply, instead opting to drag him into their dorm.

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It took less than a minute to get their clothes on the floor, hands exploring each other’s bodies.

They broke away from the kiss, a pout forming on Circes lips.

“Where do you keep your ties?” Armin asked, slightly out of breath from the kiss.

“In the top right drawer of the desk,” Circe said.

Armin quickly grabbed two ties and tied Circe’s arms to the bed posts.

He then took another tie, lifted their head to look at him.

“If you want me to stop, just snap three times, ok?”

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Kissing up and down Circes thighs, with his hand slowly rubbing against their clit.

Circe was a mess. Not knowing what was going on, but fuck did it feel good.

When Armin actually got to their pussy, they were close.

“Hm, you haven’t been very good,” Armin said, tutting as he did so.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum, not yet at least,” he pulled away.

They whined at the lack of stimulation.

“How about this, if you let me bind you to me with a spell, I’ll let you cum til your exhausted,”

Circe, looked at him.

“Oh, I forgot you can’t speak, nod your head for yes or shake your head for n—”

Circe vigorously nodded, eyes begging him to just let them cum.

“Good whore,”

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Chanting a spell above Circe, hot wax dripping on their stomach, Armin began to preform the ritual. Armin slightly scoffing at Circes arched back

“Now then, I need something of yours and something of mine,”

He wrapped his finger around their hair and tugged slightly. A strand of hair was plucked out of Circes head. Armin did the same.

“Now, for my end of the deal,”

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It took Armin less than five minutes to build a pass that had Circe seeing stars.

He would occasionally hum in contentment, sending vibrations through Circes core.

Circes light whimpering turned loud. Real fast.

Bucking and grinding their hips to gain more friction, only to be held still by Armin (he was taking advantage of the love drugs ability to make the drugged person weak).

After Circe came for the third time, Armin pulled away.

“You had your fun, but I think you’re good to take my cock. Does that sound good?”

Circe was about to nod when Armin climbed on top of them, taking the gag out.

“I want you to tell me you want it,” Armin explained.

“Yes! Please!” Circe said.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck m—“

Armin was as desperate as Circe (why else would he give them an aphrodisiac), and as soon as he heard them say it he slammed his cock into their pussy.

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About another orgasm in and a sloppy, rapid pace was when Circe felt Armin twitch inside them.

“F-fuck, can I come inside you? Please?” Armin begged.

“Only if you, a-ah!! Only if you clean me up,” Circe went on.

“Of course my love,” Armin panted out, blond hair clinging to his forehead.

And with that, he came. Hot cum shooting in thick ropes. (I know! Fan fiction cliché, sue me)

He pulled out. Some cum leaking out, but he was quick to swipe it away, making sure none stained their sheets.

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The clean up was through. A damp towel cleaning the inside of Circes pussy, making sure they were clean. Ointment for the wax burns, ointment and lotion for their wrists, and plenty of kisses and praise.

“You know…” Circe began as Armin climbed into their bed.

“Hm?”

“You could’ve just asked me out,”

Armin’s eyes widened.

“You think I didn’t notice the fact it was a love potion? You don’t give me enough credit,”

Armin laughed.

“I suppose I don’t, why’d you let me do all that to you then?”

“Maybe because you’re my type,”

Armin pulled Circe to his chest, scoffing playfully.

“Just go to sleep.”

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Torment

Yandere! Forest god x Underworld god! Gender neutral! Reader x Platonic! Yandere! ???

We be flipping the Persephone/Hades roles with this one boys

TW: force feeding (mention), yandere behavior

Authors note: yeah, I got a little carried away with this one lol. Also, happy first day of Halloweek!

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How long had it been since you were in the human world? Six.. seven.. maybe eight hundred years?

No matter, you had forgotten what the sun felt like beating on your face, what the grass felt like, what the flowers smelled like.

All of the things were so lovely it felt almost overwhelming.

You were wandering around the forest when you had cut your ankle slightly.

A rose bush.

The roses were slightly unnerving with how red they were, almost the color of fresh blood.

The more you looked at them, the more you became oblivious to your surroundings. You were never the most observant.

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A pair of green eyes watched your movements thoughtfully.

You had to have been some sort of god, or at least favored by one, to have been that beautiful.

The forest god who overlooked the woods you were in had never seen someone who looked like you in the span of time they ruled.

They had to get a closer look.

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A sudden breeze took up, ruffling your hair. The chill had you shivering.

You were too busy focusing on the cold that you neglected the fact the flower you were previously admiring had released a sweet smelling scent.

Your head began to spin, and a slight laugh echoed in your mind.

Your eyes began to shut as you fell on the grass, succumbing to the darkness of sleep.

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You awake with a start, shooting up. You were in a.. cottage? Slowly getting up, you walk to the closest window and look out.

You quickly realized the cottage was in a tree. A very very tall tree.

Backing away from the window, you rack your brain in hopes of finding a reason you were in a tree cottage.

“Oh, you’re awake!” A voice calls.

You whip your head to look at where the voice came from.

A being stood before you. Red curly hair, green eyes, pale skin. Pointed ears, tree branches as horns, fairy like wings.

A forest god.

“Um, hi? Who are you?” You ask, confused.

“My name is not important,” they reply.

“Oh, ok. I’m not sure how I got up here.. did you take me here?”

“Yes, I did,”

“Why?” You shoot the god a worried glance.

“I wanted to get to know you, more specifically what you are.”

You let out a sigh, though you’re not sure if it’s of relief or nervousness.

“I am a death god, and I really must get going. I have du—,”

“No!” They shout, branches glowing slightly, disturbing a bird that was on the window ledge.

“Wh-what?” You ask, scooting away slightly.

“No,” they say in much calmer voice.

“Why not?!” You ask.

“Because, I haven’t seen someone like you before,”

“But I have duties!”

“They can wait!” The god insist.

“I don’t want to worry my father! He’s the king of the underworld, and he gets worried easily,” you continue.

“Well, I’m keeping you, that’s final,” they say, forcefully.

You pout, trying to think of a way out of this. You were never the best at strategies.

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In the underworld, your father was growing anxious.

Pacing and chewing his nails, his closest adviser told him of your disappearance and who the believed to be the cause of it.

“A forest god?! What would a forest god want with my beloved child?!” You father yells.

“We-we don’t know sir,” the adviser says.

“I don’t care, just—“ your father drops to the floor. “— bring my child back to me,”

“We will sir.” The advisor leaves.

Your father rises from his knees, looking at the portrait of your late mother and you, when you were small.

“I can’t loose you too,”

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You’ve been stuck in that cottage for a while, looking at the window.

You could’ve climbed out of there, but you don’t want to fall

You may have a god for a father, but your mother was a low ranking deity. You aren’t sure if you’d survive if you fell and you don’t want your father to be sad.

“Dear, come and eat!” The god calls.

You still have yet to eat, and you were growing hungry, but your defiant nature pushed it down.

“I’m not hungry!” You call back.

Footsteps echo the cottage and you are met with a disappointed look.

“Dear, you haven’t eaten since you’ve been here, I know you’re lying. What’s bothering you?”

“I’m just not hungry.” You turn back to the window.

A sinister aura pierces through the air and pricks at your skin.

You’re nervous but you don’t look at the god.

“You either eat with me, or I force feed you. You pick.”

You whip your head to look at them, noticing how they’re inches away from you.

You back closer to the window, frightened by the expression they’re making.

“What’s your choice?”

“I—“

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A winged individual flies through the forest, decay and rot following.

They were the leader of the Thanoi, a group of gods and goddesses who led the souls of the dead to their destinations in the underworld.

This one, the leader Thanatos, had grown close with you. He had been there when your mother died, he played with you when your father couldn’t, he took care of you. You were like his child.

And he wouldn’t allow someone to take his child.

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“I—“

You continue to back away in fear, not accounting how close you were from the window ledge.

“What will it be?” The god asks.

“I’m truly not hun—“

“Oh Ophel~” a familiar voice calls.

Uncle Thanatos!

You take the moment of surprise to push past the god.. Ophel.. and run into your uncles arms.

“Heya kiddo!” Your uncle says, disregarding the god that is before them.

Snapping to their senses, they became enraged.

“What do you want, Thanatos?!” Ophel asks, pointedly.

“Well, the underworld hasn’t been as fun as it used to without the little heir running around!” Thanatos says with a cold smile “I’ve come to collect them!”

“No!” Ophel screeches.

“Well, you have no say in this, Αντίο!”

With that, you’re home.

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“Oh, my sweet child!” Your father calls, hugging you tightly.

“Hi papa!” You return the embrace.

You feel him shaking.

He’s crying. Don’t cry papa!

You give him a squeeze him softly.

“Please, don’t ever leave me again…” he whispers.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #maybe limerence #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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Yandere DILF! Reaction to You Having a Boyfriend

Warnings: Yandere Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Age Gap, Suggestive Themes, Stalking, Monitoring, Implied Yandere MILF, Implicit Threats, Implied Blackmail, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

♡ There is no measure of fury capable of being held or produced by Hell and Earth that can rival that which fires through Dominic’s veins.

♡ At first, he didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. That his (Y/N) would sever his heart from his chest and run it into the ground.

♡ He thinks – knows – that you’re being held against your will. That’s the only reasonable explanation for this…lapse in judgement, as he sees it.

♡ However, when he watches you from his window leaping into your male friend’s arms, being swung in a display of greatest enthusiasm, Dominic knows he’s being delusional. A rare instance of self-awareness.

♡ Initially, he considers this a curse; the fact that your heart lay in the hands of another. But, the longer he stewed over this development, considered any and every point that would grant him vantage, he began to see it as liberation. A cover beneath which he could operate until he struck from the bushes, his viperous intent strengthening.

♡ He is still amidst the throws of fury, but his wrath is not directed towards you. Rather, that juvenile sack of meat and electricity you donated your time to.

♡ Dominic knows that your ‘boyfriend’ will never love you like he does; that you won’t understand how boys are interested in one thing only. Dominic should know; he’d been a young man once. His psychology was his greatest burden and insight.

♡ He starts taking note of your new, adjusted schedule; the days you reserve for your dates – a long-dead excursion in Dominic’s eyes, not having felt any excitement on a ‘date’ aside from his chance encounters with you.

♡ He follows you, sees which restaurants, cinemas, arcades, shopping centres you enter. And, when the moment is right, when he sees the two of you at the pinnacle of happiness, he acts.

♡ In whatever way he can, he breaks up your dates, saying how it’s “Crazy that you’re here, (Y/N) – what a coincidence,”

♡ When you introduce him to your boyfriend, he flashes a smile only he can see is disingenuous. Grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and shaking it with enough force to give the impression that your boyfriend is weak – boneless – compared to Dominic, the former of the two taken off-balance.

♡ “Better watch your step there, Kid,” he says. There’s grit in the road of his voice, but you’re  piloting an aircraft. Your boyfriend is on a bicycle.

♡ “You’re no use to (Y/N) broken,” he jokes. Something flashes behind his eyes. “Or dead.”

♡ He insists that he drop the two of you home. He knows neither of you drove here.

♡ You can’t say no to your favourite neighbour, who lets you sit in the front seat while he makes your tag-along sit in the back like an animal. An outcast.

♡ Anything to make him look weak. Undesirable. The runt of the proverbial litter.

♡ Dominic drops you home. Tells you he’ll be back soon. And, without asking for directions, begins his embarkation to your boyfriend’s home.

♡ Neither say a word to each other. Seemingly aware of their position in each other’s world.

♡ Pulling up outside your third wheel’s house, Dominic leaves him with only a parting phrase.

♡ “Imagine what else I know about you. What little secrets you’ve been keeping.” He serves a frozen stare in the rearview mirror. “If you leave (Y/N) alone, you’ll never have to find out.”

♡ You never saw your boyfriend again after that. Never heard a peep from him over text, never received a call, never even saw him walk down the street.

♡ Of course, you were confused. But more so, you felt uprooted. Forcibly extracted from the life of someone you cared deeply about. Someone who, evidently, didn’t care as much about you.

♡ Eventually, after monitoring you for those first three weeks, those three, long weeks where every inch was laden with shattered glass and stretched on into infinity, Dominic came to you.

♡ Offered you comfort.

♡ He only wished he could have come sooner, but he knew you’d just react with anger. An emotion he couldn’t risk you feeling towards him, even for a second.

♡ And, just as he’d rehearsed a million times, just as he’d lay in bed, sat in his office losing himself to the phantom of your fleeting warmth he’d patchworked together into a blanket from your previous encounters, he came to your door. Knocked. Entered your home. Opened his arms to you.

♡ And the collective euphoria from his every vivid daydream couldn’t compare to the electric joy which made his heart stop. Resuscitated him.

♡ Your head was to his chest before he could encase you in his embrace. He lay his arms upon you, the snake to your Eve, and held you.

♡ “It’s okay, Darling,” he said, his voice low, as if his wife could hear from across the street. Or from the camera she’d implanted into that new vase she’d bought you last week.

♡ You twitched in his arms with every sob. Dominic could feel your tears soaking through his shirt. His now-favourite shirt. One which he’d never wash again.

♡ In his languid daydreams, he’d imagined you thanking him thoroughly for his kindness, his empathy, professing how you’d been so blind to his love before submitting to him entirely.

♡ But, for now, this victory was enough. To have you as close as you’d ever been, your body curled into his chest as he ran a hand through your hair, your warmth leaking into him.

♡ His warmth that he wanted to see leaking out of you.

♡ His lips to your hair, he resisted the tempestuous temptation to take you now. At your most vulnerable, most suggestible. Your most submissive.

♡ To show you that he can please you in ways no mere boy can.

♡ Instead, he took to trying not to inhale your scent, replace one vice with another, to not replenish his memory of you anew.

♡ “I’m here. I’m here.”

♡ His voice is soft, feather-light. It belies all he has done to get to where he is now.

♡ And all he will do to get to where he needs to be.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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#I love yandere dilf 🫶 #yandere #yandere male #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n

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Hello! I absolutely loved going through your page, you have such wonderful writing and your color-coding of the pronouns adds such perfect emphasis! I would love to possibly colaborate some day, if not, I'm happy to just read your works!

If you wouldn't mind, I would like to request what would happen if Worshipper and Self-indulgant had the same innocent darling? It just seems like such an interesting fire and ice dynamic!

No Longer Yours

TW: Stabbing, implied murder,

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

AN: Oml, you’re so sweet <3, I’d love to collaborate with you ^^. Feel free to send a message! :) + sorry I took so long, I’ve been working on the flower folk individual posts T^T.

Yan! Ex boyfriend (Jay) x Reader x Yan! Ex’s Rival (Ezrah)

Yandere types: Worshipper, Self-Indulgent

Darling type: Innocent

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You were so sweet and kind, always seeing the best in people. Especially those you love.

You had so much love in your heart, even for your boyfriend. Even when you thought he was cheating, you pushed it away.

He wouldn’t do that to me was a common thought. You thought he loved you as much as you loved him.

Oh how you were wrong :(

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“Why? Was I not good enough?!” You whisper-shout.

You learned long ago that if you dare raise your voice at your boyfriend, you would be punished.

“You know what? No, you weren’t good enough. You are the most annoyingly boring person,” your boyfriend spat back.

Tears spilled down your cheeks, silently shaking you looked down.

“And now you’re crying, you know I hate when you cry,” your boyfriend reached out.

Slap

You smacked his hand away. Both of you looked at your action in disbelief.

Your boyfriend was the first to come to his senses. He was angry. Beyond angry actually.

“If you think I’m going to let you forget this, you’re sorely mistaken bitch.”

You looked at him in horror and shock. Backing away, not knowing what was to come, tears started flowing again.

He reached out and was about to grab you when your hand found the door knob and flung the door open.

Darting out, you ran as far as you could. You only had one thing on your mind.

I can’t let him get me.

You continued to run, run down the streets of your city.

You didn’t care your feet were being cut with the broken glass bottles from the bars, you didn’t care your body was screaming for air, you didn’t care that people were looking at you.

You just wanted to be safe.

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A man looked to the night sky, not bothering to look at where he was going.

I wonder if it’ll rain tonight.

He was still wasn’t looking when he ran into a cold body, a small oomph coming from him as their body collided with his.

The person fell back.

At first he was upset. He wanted to go off on them, but then he saw who they were.

His rival’s partner.

His crush.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked, offering his hand to them. To you.

When he saw how you flinched, his heart broke.

Were you being mistreated by that asshole?

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, soothingly.

You looked at him with so much fear that it confirmed his suspicions.

Still shaking, you pushed yourself to stand. The more you tried and failed, the more panicked you became.

“Do you need help up?” He asked with such loving kindness, you almost wanted to cry.

You shakily took his hand, and let him walk you to his house.

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You were sitting in his bathroom as he was dressing your wounds. From what little you had seen of his apartment, it was nicer and cozier than your own.

You hissed in pain when he applied a disinfectant.

“It’s ok, I know it hurts, I’m sorry,” he spoke softly. He had been nothing but kind to you, cracking jokes to make you smile.

You recognized him. He was Ezrah, the man your boyfriend (well, now ex boyfriend) demonized often.

You didn’t understand why, he had been nothing but lovely to you. Much kinder than your ex.

“There, all done,” he smiled at you.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth. He looked like he was going to ask you something, but couldn’t find the words.

“Why were you running so fast? Was someone chasing you?” He finally decided.

You looked down and began to cry.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

He never wanted to make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable

He just wanted to love you.

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You had fallen asleep long ago, passing out from exhaustion.

Ezrah had placed you into his bed, something he dreamed of for so long. He just wished it could have happened under better circumstances…

He wanted to touch you, play with your hair, caress your cheek, kiss you, make love.

He restrained himself. He couldn’t possibly do that without you telling him you wanted that.

He didn’t know what you’d been through, and he didn’t want you to relive trauma.

He didn’t want to scare you.

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Jay, your ex boyfriend, was walking through the city.

“You couldn’t have gone far,” he mumbled.

He wasn’t worried, you’d be back soon and he was pissed. You were his. His his his. You couldn’t do anything without him. You needed him.

As soon as he felt a rain drop land in his head, he swore that when you turned up you’d be in so much trouble.

He ran home, rain soaking his clothes.

When you get back, you’re dead.

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Three days passed. Three days of bliss.

You had been treated kindly, you felt safe. You felt loved. You felt like you.

Ezrah had waited on you hand and foot. Anything you wanted (which wasn’t much) you got.

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Three days passed. Three days of agony.

Jay was losing patience.

He would have blown up your phone, but you left it behind.

He had destroyed your apartment, called all your family (he didn’t allow you to have friends).

None of your family members knew where you were.

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Summer break was coming to an end. You started freaking out.

Jay had forced you to pick the same classes as him, and you were going to get your class list.

You would be separated from Ezrah.

Ezrah noticed your mood. He understood you so well, your nervous habits shown clear as day to him.

“What’s on you mind?” He asked as he poured you a cup of tea.

“I applied for the same classes as…” you trailed off.

“I see,” He replied.

As soon as he set the cup down, he walked out the room.

“I need to make a quick phone call.” He smiled at you.

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Knock Knock

A light knock came at Jay’s door and a feeling of anger bubbled in his chest.

It had to be you.

He opened the door, expecting to see your teary face and hear pitiful apologies, but instead was met by a stab to the wrist and a gloved hand over his mouth.

He tried to scream and struggled, but the weight and weapon made it hard to move.

Jay’s eyes pricked with tears as the blade was ripped violently out of his joint.

The door was closed with a swift kick.

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The day after you confided in Ezrah, you saw Jay, or what blurry thing was named Jay shown on the news broadcast.

You covered your mouth in horror. He must’ve died a horrible, gruesome death for the news to have to blur out so much.

Ezrah walked into the room, and seeing your distressed expression made his heart hurt.

He did the right thing, but to have you look so frightened was awful.

Ezrah pulled you into a hug, offering comfort as you cried into his shoulder, you not noticing the slight smirk in his voice.

Just as it should be.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #maybe limerence #yandere types #yandere x reader #yandere x you #innocent darling #worshipper yandere #self indulgent yandere

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Loser Catboy Streamer Reader > Sweetheart Incubus/Cupid Streamer Reader.

Will I elaborate? Perhaps. Just love the idea of an asmr streamer who gives love advice on the side. You know their main source of sponsorships come from adult toy websites

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Ruler of the cruel. Pt.2

Yan! Author x Cruel! Reader x Yan! Best friend

T//W: yandere behavior, death, attempted non con.

A//N: I couldn’t quite imagine smut being in here, so I didn’t include it. I’m sorry. Also, mind the tags.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Comfortable but unfamiliar.

You tried to get up, but as soon as you lifted yourself up your head started spinning. You fell back, rolling over on your side. A feeling of nausea washes over you.

“God, what happened?” You mutter.

“You’re awake, my love!” A voice called.

You rolled to where the sound was coming from, not daring to get up. Your eyes met his.

Wait, it’s the guy who I criticized.

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”

“Kill you?!” He said with a shocked and offended expression on his face. “No no no, I love you! I love you so so much my dear,”

You narrowed your eyes, confused and angry. Who the fuck is this guy?! Love?! Have you two met before?!

“What the fuck?” You said, a sharp tone in your voice.

His face burned bright red.

“Let me go you freak,” you lash out.

He bit his lip. Confused, you look down.

Why the fuck does he have an erection? Is he seriously getting off on this?!

You tossed to your side, trying to ignore the little freak.

You heard him whine.

God, just end me.

You shut your eyes and tried to block out the whimpering. Eventually you nodded off.

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“What do you mean you can’t find them?!” Oliver, your best friend yelled at the officer.

“We mean we can’t find them. It’s like they vanished. We’re doing all we can,” the officer shrugged.

Oliver had never been one to be so reckless with his love, his one and only, his you.

Spitting a curse at the useless officer, he stormed out of the building.

‘I will find them, even if I have to burn down this city,’

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You had been in that wretched house for about a week. Sure, your every command was immediately followed by the man you knew as H.D. Oleander. He refused to tell you his real name

“It pains me to say this my love, but I can’t tell you,” he would whine.

You, at first, would call him names out of instinct. After a bit, you just stopped responding, only huffing a bit.

You would look out the window, trying to figure out where you were.

It was a beautifully awful place with a beautiful (you hated admitting how handsome he was) deranged man.

If only you had your best friend.

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It didn’t take long for Oliver to find out who took you. All it took was hacking into your work phone logs to find out the last person to call you.

The receptionist.

“Hello mister Sallow,” she put on a disgustingly cheerful voice. “How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch with me,”

“Sure.” The receptionist batted her eyes, attempting to be seductive.

“Great, let’s go.”

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All it took was a knife to her throat to get her to tell him everything. Still, he couldn’t have her telling on him, now could he?

“Stupid bitch,” Oliver said coldly.

Oliver realized how much of an influence you had on him. He would have never sworn at a person, much less kill someone. Of course, you were everything to him. He laughed slightly.

“God, you have such an influence, you know that [READER]?” Oliver looked at the overcast sky.

He had the information, now all he had to do was kill the bastard.

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“You know, my love, considering we’re together now…” Oleander started.

You turned your head to look at him, you noticed how close he had gotten. His breath was on your neck as he grabbed your arms. You started panicking.

What is this freak going to do?

“I was think we should have intercourse,” he went on.

“Are you crazy?! I don’t love you, and you don’t have my consent!” You struggled to get away.

His eyes darkened.

“I don’t need your consent. We’re married!” He said.

What the hell.

You continued struggling, trying (and failing) to get away.

He pinned both your hands above your head.

You started to black out when you felt his weight off you and heard a loud bang.

You looked up to see Oliver holding a gun.

“Ollie?” You quickly got up and rushed to him.

You hugged him and, for the first time in 10 years, cried in his arms.

“Ollie.” you slowly looked up at him.

“Yes?” He replied, rubbing your back on soothing circles.

“How did you find me?”

“I found a few leads,”

“Oh, ok,” you mumbled, pressing your face deeper in his chest.

“Let’s go home,” he said, rocking you slowly.

You were safe with him, he’ll make sure of it.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #yandere x you #maybe limerence

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“Streaming services,,

Yan! Pervert x Cam girl! Reader

T//W: smut, yandere typical creepiness, fem reader.

A//N: Hey, first time I posted a mostly smut fic. Tell me what you think, I’m not sure I’m happy with it tbh. If I’m being honest, I wrote this cause I needed the spice practice. I’d appreciate feedback, but anyway, enjoy. Ily!!

Yan! Pervert, with a crippling porn addiction. He consumes it like he consumes air. His mind is so full of pornography that he can’t remember what time it was five minutes ago, but the porn video he watched three weeks ago is still clear.

Yan! Pervert, who is incredibly intelligent. Like, can hack into the government and completely destroy or rebuild a nations economy smart.

Yan! Pervert, who could be doing something productive. Who could be doing something with his life. But he browses through porn sites.

Yan! Pervert, who’s rich. Rich rich. And no one knows how, considering he just sits at home and watches porn or reads erotic books.

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Cam girl! Reader, who started because the job she was working at didn’t pay well. She was overqualified, underpaid, and stressed the fuck out.

Cam girl! Reader, who after a few weeks became incredibly popular. It was to the point that camming was making more money than her day job.

Cam girl! Reader, who gained more and more followers and started collaborating with other cam girls.

Cam girl! Reader, who caught the eye of Yan! Pervert when Yan! Pervert’s favorite cam girl (who he doesn’t remember the name or user tag of) collaborated with you.

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“H-ah~. Oh f-fuck,” you whimpered.

Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut so tight tears started streaming down your face. This had been your 5th? 6th??Orgasm. In a row too.

Your poor abused cunt. The machine you bought was powered off donations, and it seems like someone wanted you to lose your mind.

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On the other side of the screen was your biggest fan! Yan!Pervert loved donating money to you, and since you got that fuck machine? He was being extra generous.

While he know the streak was going to end soon, he chuckled to himself. The stream was going to end for others, not himself. He had hacked into your webcam a long time ago.

He noticed your time running out. He donated $500 to speed the machine up, quickening up the pace to make sure you cum one last time.

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“Oh my, FUCK!” you cry out, feeling another orgasm in your stomach. The machine quickened almost impossibly fast. All you could do was claw at your sheets and let out a chant of fuck fuck fucks.

You were so overstimulated it hurt. Yet, it hurt so good. Your vision blurred and you let out a mix of a scream and a whine as you felt a wave of pleasure rush through your veins.

Right when you were about to start blacking out because of the stimulation the stream ended, and the machine stopped.

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It took you 5 minutes and 59 seconds for you to unmount, Yan!Pervert counted. He did well, making you feels so good you had to steady yourself for almost 6 minutes.

Of course, you’d never know of him. Sure, he was perverted, but he knew what he was doing was wrong. He had a moral compass, and he knew stalking a cam girl wasn’t a good thing.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #yandere x you #maybe limerence

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“You get me so high,,

Getting high with Friend

(Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn )

T/W: weed

A/N: I should make this a series where Friend slowly becomes a stoner. I wanted to make it spicy, but tbh, first times suck and you just get hungry. Anyway, THANK YOU YABOI FOR MAKING THE GAME <3 (take this while I work on the smut).

“You mean you’ve never gotten high? Like, ever?” You ask, eyes wide.

“I haven’t,” Friend admits. “I know a little about it though,”

“We’re changing that, right now.”

“Sweetheart, are you asking me or telling me that we’re getting high?”

“Telling.” You start looking for your one hitter.

Finding it, you open a drawer. In it are two containers of weed, one indica and stevia.

You quickly turn around, the jars in hand.

“Which one?” You ask, walking over to sit on your bed with Friend.

“Which one is the mood lifter?” Friend asks.

“Sativa,”

“That one,”

“Cool,”

You get some Sativa on your one hitter and light it.

You take a drag and a have a brilliant idea.

You blow the smoke into Friend’s face, making him cough slightly.

Sure, it was burning his lungs slightly and he was hacking up a lung, but good lord was that hot.

His cheeks are bright pink and his eyes had hearts.

You chuckle.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say, smiling.

“Can I try?” Friend asks.

“Sure.” You scoot closer to him.

His heart is beating a million beats a second when you put your one hitter in his mouth.

“Breathe in, then hold for about thirty seconds,”

He nods.

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His lungs feel like they’re on fire, but he continues to hold it in his lungs. He exhales and coughs heavily.

“First time sucks, but it’ll get better with time,” you say, comforting the wheezing Friend.

“With time?” Friend says between coughs.

“Yeah, we’re obviously going to get high again.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“Now come on, you should get some water.” You outstretch your hand.

He smiles and takes it.

#see thru need a friend #yandere #smoking weed #stnafgame #friend x reader #maybe limerence

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The sub! Emperor x dom! Butler fic your thinking of is from the user Chaepink. I’ve read it too. :)

we dont talk about servant! dom! reader and noble! sub! character enough.

#sub yandere #dom darling #sub character #dom reader

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To answer your question I think you should do/include smut in the AU

Alright, can do! (I may or may not be making a post that is, like 93% smut). Thank you lovely person <3!

#yandere #darling #maybe limerence

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This is why I hardly ever post the smut I write. Cause that shit corny as fuck.

Y’all ever read your own smut on accident and then think “this shit corny ass fuck who wrote this” to then realized that it was you. No just me okay 😔

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Ruler of the cruel

Masochist! Yandere Author x Cruel! Editor Reader

Authors note/warnings:

W-Yandere stuff, some suggestive content (nothing major), drugging.

A/N- [hearts are time skips] tbh, I really like this one. I did ask a question, feel free to answer. Have a good night/day, drink and eat something. Enjoy~

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Yan!Author, (pen name H.D. Oleander) was destined for greatness.

Yan!Author, who was born to an elite family. He had the highest of education. He had women, men, and everyone in between pining after him.

Yan!Author, who is the heir to a multimillion dollar company.

Yan!Author who was born into the life of dreams.

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Editor! Reader, toughened by the world. Born to a not so well off family with little love to go around.

Editor! Reader, who built up a reputation. Reader was known as he ruler of the crueler (given to them from a good friend and colleague as a joke).

Editor! Reader, who didn’t care who the person was. The would be author could be God, and Reader would still give harsh feedback and a big red rejection stamp on the work if it wasn’t up to their standard.

Editor! Reader, whose reputation didn’t stop people asking to buy them drinks. No one made it past the first date without crying.

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Editor! Reader’s publishing house started to fail (totally not Reader’s fault. No, not at all), so when they got a large sum of money they had to take the chance.

A week before the money was offered, a rich looking man bumped into a very unhappy Reader.

Yan!Author was walking around town (in a disguise of a slightly less rich man) and happened to knock into someone.

Reader was angry (like always), but getting bumped into and dropping the manuscript they were submitted (and rejected) pushed them over the edge.

“Watch it asshole!” Reader snapped, a bitter and icy tone in their voice.

Normally Yan!Author wouldn’t take the disrespect. Yan!Author was much more important than them, right?

That would be in a normal circumstance.

This time, the person was… beyond breathtaking. Beyond angelic. Beyond godly.

You waved your hands in front of their face. Why were they staring? Creep.

“O-oh!” Yan!Author said.

Sighing, you crouched to pick the papers up,

“Here, let me hel-” Yan!Author tried to crouch beside you.

“You’ve done enough,” you snap.

Yan!Author, taken aback and slightly aroused let you push past them.

That night, Yan!Author looked you up (he may or may not have sneaked a quick pic for… reasons) and found the publishing house. He also saw that you were one of the cruelest editor of all time. You were notoriously harsh on everyone.

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When you got to your desk on Monday your boss approached you cautiously.

“A-as you know, we’ve received a large amount of a money from an author who goes by the pen name H.D. Oleander—”

“Like the flower?” You ask, tone as pointed as ever. Your boss flinched.

“Well, yes, he specifically requested you to be his editor.” The boss dropped the manuscript on your desk and practically ran out of your office.

You sighed and went on to critique the work.

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When you were done, it was 5 minutes til close.

You went to go submit it back to this H.D. Oleander guy when your boss asked if you were harsh as always. You told him you were honest.

Your employer asked if you could be nicer, especially since Oleander was so rich and they didn’t want to go bankrupt.

In the most professional way, you told him to go fuck himself. Like hell you were going to lie. You were known for your honesty, that was obviously why you were requested.

Your boss couldn’t do anything to stop you, so he let you do as you pleased and sent the manuscript back.

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The day Yan!Author got the edited manuscript was one of the happiest days of his life.

When Yan!Author saw the red lettering and harsh critique, he couldn’t help but get excited in more than one way.

Yan!Author spent most of the night imagining you making fun of his lack of talent, lack of creativity, making fun of him. He imagined the kind of things you would say and do to him if you found out he was jerking off to the thought of your voice calling him pathetic. (I kinda wanna write a full on smut scene, should I?)

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The next day at work you’re called down to the lobby, a frantic and strange tone in the receptionists voice. Almost as if she was trying to seduce someone.

Taking the elevator down you let your mind wander. Sure, you maybe be cold, but you still have an imagination.

You step into the lobby to see an oddly familiar face. The receptionist tried to flirt with the guy. He paid no mind.

As soon as you’re in his view he practically skips to you.

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“Yes! Thank you for the corrections on my book!” He beams at you.

“It’s my job?” You’re confused.

“Well, thank you! Here, we’re going to get lunch! I’ll pay!” He continues, overly excited.

“… ok?”

He grabs your hand and drags you to his limo. Yes, limo.

When you climb into the vehicle, he immediately pours you a drink.

“Where would you like to go?”

“I don’t know. I don’t eat lunch,” you take the drink.

After you finish it, you feel… dizzy?

Wait.

Did he spike—

“I’ll see you when you wake up darling,”~

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#yandere #oc stuff #sub yandere #top reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere original character