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right ok. i don't know where else to ask so ill just do it here.

does anyone know any bookstagrammers or booktubers who focus solely on old literature or at least the philosophical genre? as in a fusion of brönte, austen, orwell, dostoevsky, kafka camus etc etc? classics and all, basically. booktok won't do because, well, i don't have tt and it's banned in my country anyway. i don't know where to begin. genuinely, im dying over here please help a girl out

#bookblr #bookstagram #booktube #books & libraries #books

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i am just SAYING that there's been an utter lack of well written fluff for the soul recently and y'all need to MAYBE tone down the horniness

#everywhere i go i see smut #breeding kink this dacryphilia that #im tired #fluff #x reader #reader insert

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happy birthday to the love of my life, my beautiful wife, my pookie, my gorgeous, gorgeous husband

#gojo day #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen

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Male!yandere who has been having trouble sleeping because he thinks that someone is going to steal fem!reader away if he stops watching

YANDERE!'boyfriend' x reader – I love you, angel (let me drag you to hell)

He creeped into the room as the curtains swished. Slow footsteps. Followed by loud breathing. And then there he was, climbing onto your bed and whispering sweet nothings.

Delusion.

He wrapped a lanky arm around you, nose nuzzling your hair. His pink lips, you could imagine, were ghosting the shell of your ears.

And his eyes, you could imagine by the unflattering eyelashes, were wide open. As always.

“Baby..” You did not flinch as the barricade of mumblings began. You did not flinch as his hold on you tightened by the second. You couldn't afford to. “Baby, I missed you.

Delusion.

“I'm so scared, baby.” He blabbered, trailing a row of loud, breathy kisses near your ear. How annoying, you wanted to say. Stop being a child, you wanted to say.

“I-i just-” He gulped and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. Slobber dripped down your shoulder and you could almost imagine his anxious self choking on his own spit.

Yet you did not even flinch.

The sobbing began then. And he rubbed his nose on your shoulder blade, whining about how worried he was for you. “S-so many bad people in this world, baby. So many. You're an angel among them, what if something happens?”

Delusion. 

He sniffed, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek, nimble fingers tracing your jaw as you stayed still. Away from his eyes, you bit your lips, wanting some form of way to express your bubbling inner turmoil, at least.

“Anyone could just..” There he goes again. “Break in and steal you.” Delusion. Delusion. Delusion.

He swallowed. Let an eerie silence envelope the both of you. And then, he steadily shifted his grip from your jaw to your arm.

He waited with bated breaths, as if considering something.

Sucking air, he squeezed your arm.

Hard.

A scream broke through your lips, bloodshot eyes finally opening up. You spun back, wide expression scrutinising him with parted lips and miserable, miserable, stunned eyes.

“Next time,” There were still tears in his eyes and his ears were still flushed red. Yet.

“Next time, don't pretend to be asleep, baby. Okay?” He smiled, pink lips curled prettily and eyes fluttering in a drunken state as he watched you with a half-lidded gaze.

He shrugged as you almost choked on your spit right then. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck- “Cute acting. But never try that again, yeah?”

You tried to push him off with your still aching arm. His smile widened in return.

“I won't break you,” He hummed. “You'll need your will and limbs to fight any intruders off. But until something actually happens, let me just worry as your boyfriend, alright? All of this comes with dating, after all!”

Delusion.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere #yandere x f!reader

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YANDERE!hyena x reader – hit me and tell me you're mine (I don't know why but I like it)

(this is for the anon who requested the hyena hybrid 😭 im sorry i lost the ask AND this sucks. i just didn't know what to write and stirred up some masochistic shit gekshdjsjf)

You're a huntress.

YANDERE!hyena wishes to be hunted by you.

It's the same each day, everyday. You – majestic, majestic – you, go out in the open to hunt and feed. Sometimes, it's a deer. Sometimes, an ever so unfortunate zebra. You creep, they graze, you pounce, they run.

He wishes it was him that was being hunted. Him being bit and licked and tore-

Can't you consume him like you consume the others? Fight off his feisty nature like the regal queen you are and show him his place.

His flesh, it's yours. Your canines, it's his. His blood, it's yours. Your claws, it's his.

He wants to be torn open by you.

You, the leader of the pack; you, the queen of the queens; you, the woman of his dreams-

It's you. It has always been you.

Consume him. Please do. Slap him, hurt him. Bully him, hit him.

YANDERE!hyena has belonged to you since the moment he had seen you hunt. 

He will belong to you until he was the one being hunted.

#yandere!reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere #yandere!male

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yan x yan reader

YANDERE!crush x f!reader – dear diary, (I'm an oblivious, oblivious girl)

(first ask! kinda would've preferred a few more details but beggars can't be choosers lmao. anyway, don't mind if this is utter rubbish; im bored out of my mind)

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You think – only for a second, though – that if you were a yandere subtype like in all those fictions, then you'll be the stalker type.

But then you continue in your little endeavour, promptly diverting your mind from distracting thoughts. It's a gamble what you're doing right now; putting your heart, blood and soul out there to do something this immoral for a mere boy.

But the heart wants what it wants.

The grip you had on your camera tightens, a smile beginning to curl on your lips as you watch him enter the room. Finally, Finally. About time he made his presence known.

Staying perched up on this tree wasn't easy. But you got a good view so it was worth it.

You watched him shrug off his shirt, lean body coming into view for you, you and you alone. How desirable he was, you almost wanted to say. Appreciate his beauty in all its pretty, delicate glory. 

The pants stayed on, you watched with disappointment, but clicked pictures away till your heart's content anyway.

-

You doll yourself up for him sometimes. 

It's not difficult. You've snooped through his phone plenty. He likes the sexy type, you’ve realised, if all the instagram models he liked to thirst over was something to go by.

So you gloss your lips just right. Style your hair a certain way. And powder your nose for a second longer.

(Sometimes, you think the models look a little like you.)

But when you see him on campus, all shining and captivating, you can't help but pass him a bright smile, dimples stretching your face and eyes sparkling like the sun.

You don't quite look sexy there. A little on the cuter side, maybe. But not sexy.

-

YANDERE!crush thinks you're just adorable.

He deliberately works out; deliberately rolls up his sleeves; deliberately never changes the password for his phone.

All for you alone.

Deliberately, deliberately changes his clothes right when the window is open and he knows you're watching, all hidden behind the leaves and the green of the tree.

But even more, he is the most deliberate when he follows a new, half naked model every week and amusedly watches you try to mould yourself into her.

It's funny. Slightly pitiful too. And he almost feels bad because it's just not in your nature. To be cool or sexy. To be hot or a diva.

But it's cute. It's cute watching you awkwardly shuffle in mini-skirts just for him. It's cute hearing the pitter-patter of your new heels and almost watching you fall. It's cute how you mask a flustered squeak when he catches you by the waist before you fall and make a fool of yourself in front of the whole campus.

It's cute. It's all so cute. You're so fucking cute it almost makes him rip his hair out.

It's alright though, he'll manage. He has managed since middle school, and then into high school. He'll keep managing in university and the years to come too.

A future with you is a future he's willing to fight for.

And. Well. Kill for.

It wasn't even hard, YANDERE!crush reminisces, to follow this homewrecker of a guy into an alleyway.

And then gut him bloody.

It wasn't hard at all, he thinks again. Far from it. He just had to take a trick from your book: Stalking.

Yes, he's sure, he's willing to kill someone for you too.

And it has a name too – his flashiness, that is – if he was a yandere subtype, he's aware he'd be the possessive, killer one.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere #yandere!male #yandere x f!reader #yandere!crush #yandere!reader

[shadowystan]

begging, crying, throwing up. please send requests i need an escape from this damn life

#yandere!male #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x female reader #yandere x male reader

[shadowystan]

No, no. A ceo or a rich guy is cool or whatever, but you know what's better? someone poor who could and has done EVERYTHING for you. Well-off yanderes are overrated. They have things to lose. But a man who has no money? Not a single dime to his name? That's scary. They're unhinged because they have nothing to hold on to. Except you. no reputation or responsibilities. Just you. You're prey.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere!male #yandere x darling

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my yan!sugar daddy hit 707 notes. mystic messenger reference frfr

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yan!slasher flopped so bad im gonna kill myself

#i thought it was cool

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YANDERE!slasher x f!reader — halloween special? (you're running for your life)

YANDERE!slasher who has this dream of having his very own final girl to play and toy with, akin to the movies. It sends happy, happy shivers down his spine to see you, the sweet and innocent little cheerleader in his class, trembling in fear like a deer caught in headlights as he stands in front of you, right on Halloween, with a blood stained knife in his hand.

So imagine YANDERE!slasher's surprise when doe-eyed, rosey cheeked you, suddenly goes from a wholesome, naive darling of a girl to a smart, strong-willed woman.

It isn't fair. You weren't supposed to be this uncompliant and feisty. No chase or fight; just you in your all pink, angelic glory being gutted and painted a pretty red.

But here you are, with sharp eyes and a gun in your hand, positively looking more killer than him himself.

YANDERE!slasher may have fled for now and you may not be his final girl anymore, but he'd rather hang himself off a tree than leave you alone.

Congrats. You're making it to the sequel, lovergirl.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere #yandere x f!reader #yandere!slasher

[shadowystan]

requests open i guess? idk how to do this lmao. anyway i think we all know the criteria by now. no incest or nsfw. i can write sfw with hints of suggestive themes but even that's pushing it.

male yanderes, female yanderes. (fandom-less!) i don't really care. same with readers. i usually give my readers a personality too so if any there are any specific traits you want to see written out, please do highlight that.

(sorry for like,,, no aesthetics lol. i genuinely can't keep up with them)

also zionists? dni. thanks. and while you're at it, go fuck yourself.

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YANDERE! celebrity x f!reader – he's so pretty, so popular (you really don't wanna be his sweetheart)

No but YANDERE!celebrity with a toxic fanbase.

It's not him you should be scared of. Not his bodyguards or his influential family; not his obsessive ex or crushing best friend.

The fanbase.

Jealous fans would cloud your life. If you have social media, you'd be hacked a few thousand times a week. If you block them, turn off your comments and go private, you'd get doxxed. Plain and simple.

It's upsetting. It's suffocating. And it's downright terrifying whenever you're out in public. Death threats at your face, stalkers outside your door. No peace of mind, none whatsoever.

But of course if you're pretty enough...

YANDERE!fans who want nothing but the best for their idol. Only someone as dazzling as you could deserve him.

(It's set in stone. You have no choice.)

YANDERE!fans who're the epitome of degeneracy. Writing dirty, smutty fanfiction on the side while making ship edits with you and their celebrity. It doesn't matter how many times you've streamed live, asking them to quit it because the both of you weren't official or how much it makes you uncomfortable.

YANDERE!fans who instead of agreeing and respecting your wishes, go as far as to send you everything. Gone are the rules of RPF. They're spiteful, they're overbearing and most of all, they want you to know you have no power.

YANDERE!fans who litter whoever you try to date with messages of "kill yourself <3" or "jump off a roof. respectfully." on their social media comments or DMs.

YANDERE!fans who spread elaborate rumors about you when you do something that remotely doesn't meet their standards.

The air was soothing. The atmosphere lively. You heard the chatter of the birds, the laughs of the couples, the giggles of the teen girls-

"-Let's say she assaulted someone!"

What?

Leaning slightly to the left, you nonchalantly readjusted the dark spectacles framing your eyes. Hoodie pulled over your face and a lone piece of lettuce peeking out of your lips, the thought that someone might recognize you left your mind for the briefest of times.

And you focused on the task at hand. Eavesdropping on the conversation happening two tables to your side.

They were being rather loud. And concerning. Quite concerning.

"-That's too much, Sana." A puff of air left your mouth, a reassured smile curling in it's stead. At least Sana had wise friends-

"I mean how bad would it look for Iseul's reputation? He can't be dating an assaulter!"

You froze.

Iseul. Iseul. Iseul. Iseul Iseul Iseul Iseul-

That damned name.

A bunch of collective "oohs" and "aahs" splattered. The teenagers nodded in agreement, being particularly vocal.

"Let's say she bullied one of us!"

"Or that she has been to prison!"

"We caught her shoplifting?"

"Boring!"

A fry was thrown at whoever said the last word. Useless bickering followed by rolls of their eyes, the girls easily overcame the little hindrance and got back to brainstorming.

You sucked in a breath, spoon limply hanging off your fingers.

They were definitely talking about you.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. It's not a big deal. This is normal-

"We should break into her house or something. The address is leaked anyway."

The table screeched, you stood up.

Legs having a brain of their own, you paced out of the restaurant, the memories of the girls fibbing and bickering and planning like no tomorrow kept echoing through your mind. Like a broken record. Since when had your life turned to such shambles?

God. Why were things like this for you?

Releasing a shaky breath, you gulped, burying the insecurity deep inside of you. Whipping the lopsided glasses away, you stop caring for a moment.

You don't care. For sure. But then your hands are moving and they're looking through your pockets, seeking for something and my goodness, since when did your phone start feeling so heavy?

Unfamiliar and hesitant, you went through your contact list, heart beating so fast that you felt like it'll rip right out of your chest. Your lips quivered, flushed skin feeling hotter and hotter by the second. A fever? Or was this anger?

You shivered, ignoring the tears and the salt and the aching, aching feel of your soul. You fiddled for a moment – just a moment – but then you're harshly pressing the call button and wiping snot off your nose before placing the phone to your ear and waiting like a madwoman. Impatient and uncalm and-

"My love! You called!"

Him.

Him. Him. Him. Him.

How you hate him.

"I'll-I'll do it,-" You spluttered, very much on the verge of choking on your own spit and mumbling strings of curses at him and them and every single person who's so, SO mean to you- "I-i'll make it official. We.. we will! Just..- just please.."

You've perished. You've perished until this second, this moment and you'll continue perishing but-

"J-just.. make them stop."

Don't you deserve a break too? With everything he puts you through?

A tsk from his side was heard. Iseul sounded amused, almost cross with you. Almost pouty. Almost smiling.

"Really now? This easy? Things were only just getting fun."

You wanted to gut YANDERE!celebrity. Brutally.

#yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere #yandere x f!reader #yandere!celebrity #yandere!fans #yandere x reader

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YANDERE! pirate x f!reader – the little mermaid (drowning in land)

YANDERE!pirate who had only ever met beautiful mermaids in his life.

But then you came.

Shaggy, matted hair with a tail so dull and depressing, the auctioneers won't even look twice at your malnourished frame. Do they not feed you down there?

Your face which was riddled with monstrous features and a barrel of scars was pitiful enough to earn you a few sympathy points. But really, how long of a way did pity go in comparison to clear distaste?

The world disliked the different. The disgusting. The world disliked you.

You're not pleasant to the eye. Far from it. 

But that's why YANDERE!pirate loves you so much.

YANDERE!pirate who's grotesque and the embodiment of bad hygiene. YANDERE!pirate who has a booming laugh and a smile so unattractive that it chases all the women away. YANDERE!pirate who has, for years now, collected pretty mermaids and sirens to fill the empty, harsh void in his heart.

YANDERE!pirate who's not fascinated with you. But infatuated.

You're hideous and so is he. It's a match made in heaven.

Or. Well. As heavenly as creatures with a face like the both of you can get.

YANDERE!pirate who'd be selling the mermaids and sirens in his custody in the blink of an eye when he finds you. There can only be one mermaid he's infatuated with on his ship.

And God save the ones who try to insult you. He isn't short on labour; one or two dead men won't do him any harm.

Less stomachs to feed.

YANDERE!pirate who openly claims you aren't attractive and don't fit in the beauty standards at all. Neither in the sea, nor in the human world.

"Why must you be pretty anyway?" 

Plump fingers slice through your hair, occasionally getting stuck as they come in contact with a particular mean knot. The storage room smells of rotten fruit and him.

He does not smell good.

"Is there something wrong with being hideous?"

You keep lying nimbly on his lap, half lidded eyes unblinking and dry lips turning blue.

"Is there?" A hum leaves his lips as he repeats the question, mindless eyes staring at the cracks on the walls. "You're not beautiful, sweetheart. But that's alright. I'm not either."

A ghost of a smile curls on his face, eyes sparkling. "It's just us against the world, huh?"

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere x f!reader #yandere #yandere!pirate

[shadowystan]

Hello, just read all your works. I love your characterization of yanderes and readers. They feel so realistic. Looking forward to more cool works from you :)

ahsjeudkwjfurueikrkd thank you so much! honestly, one of the things i aim for in this genre is to not stereotype the yanderes OR the readers. it's hard to write full-fledged characters in headcanon form but i'm trying <3

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YANDERE! husband x f!reader– marriage can't be that bad, right? (wrong)

YANDERE!husband who's the epitome of wealth and fame. He can give you the world, yes, but why would he?

YANDERE!husband who treats you like the dirt beneath his feet from the very get go. Misogynistic and conservative to a fault, he believes women should really just sit back and let their men do the work.

(While they, of course, rot off in kitchens and behind sewing machines.)

YANDERE!husband who was sure he was going to get a pretty slave of a wife. Now, pray tell, why does his woman refuse to even touch him on the first night of their wedding?

"I won't sleep with you."

Headstrong and stern, you don't seem like a docile little thing. Far from it actually. Your brows are furrowed and there's a certain determination behind your eyes.

It's infuriating. 

YANDERE!husband who may as well be a cliche high school bully with his jabs and manhandling. He isn't abusive. But that's only because you're tied down to him, anyway. Why must he get physical when you don't have anywhere to go or money to call your own?

Or. Well. Do you?

YANDERE!husband who frowns deeply when you tell him you're going for a job interview. Surely, you must be joking?

Ah, that's right.

YANDERE!husband who smiles big and chokes out a hearty laugh. "That's a good one! You're funny, wife."

You were, in fact, not joking.

YANDERE!husband who's appalled, eyes blown wide and lips slightly parted when you wake up at 6 in the morning the next day with a snugly wrapped pant set around your body, looking like the embodiment of a classy business woman.

"I got the job," You dryly inform him.

YANDERE!husband who's a pissbaby. Complaining to his parents how you aren't obedient or submissive. Blaming his old man for not 'giving' him a feminine, exclusively child bearing wife.

YANDERE!husband who tries restricting you. He's richer and more influential than you. Why can't he stop you?

He fails to understand you have legs. And a healthy, working mind.

YANDERE!husband who after putting you on house arrest comes home to you working from home on your laptop. YANDERE!husband who's beaming and shining when he confiscates your electronics the next day, thinking you'll stop being so stubborn only to find out you sent the kitchen staff home out of spite.

YANDERE!husband who, after a while, realises that letting you just work is better than coming home to a starving stomach.

YANDERE!husband who's not really, well, a yandere yet. Or.. is he?

YANDERE!husband who just needed one action from you to turn completely obsessed. A curt nod of approval here, an amused eyebrow raise there and he's putty in your hands.

But does that make him kind? God, no.

YANDERE!husband who shows just how terrifying he could be after finally falling for you. The childish, humorously masculine man you knew is gone now.

You're a strong person but YANDERE!husband is scary to say the least.

"Don't wear this."

"Dress modest, wife."

"Behave."

It's not fine anymore. He makes you feel unsafe. He is unsafe.

YANDERE!husband who fires every single one of his maids and servants. 

"You'll be the one cooking now, dear wife."

Has he always been this tall?

YANDERE!husband who flashes you a calm smile, suffocating you in his presence when you refuse to cook or clean.

YANDERE!husband who simply says:

"It's better to learn now, dear," He takes a step forward, figure towering over you. A hand reaches out. You don't flinch.

His smile widens at that, large hand gently patting you on the head, calloused palm smoothing out your hair.

"Really," He continues. "It's every housewife's duty to do so."

Your eyes widened and dread filled your stomach.

"I'm not a-"

"Plus," He cuts you off. Has his smile always looked so vicious? "A mother should be ideal. If we have a girl, – God, I hope not – you'd have to know a few things to pass on to her, yeah?"

A chill runs down your spine. You gulp, lips trembling as you voice out your next word.

"D-daughter?"

He grins, looking awfully boyish for someone who has just indirectly told you that you won't be going to your job anymore.

"Heh, you'd prefer a boy too, right? They're superior."

You let out a shaky breath.

"I.. We won't be having a child."

He paused. Your heart stopped.

"Ah, of course," He threw a soft smile your way, as if understanding your situation. "Of course, of course; we'll have to teach you how to become a perfect wife first, yes?"

Fuck.

#yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere!male #yandere!husband #yandere!husband x reader

[shadowystan]

YANDERE! jock x f!reader – loverboy problems (read: infatuation)

Thinking about... YANDERE!jock who's so in love with the resident pick me girl that it''s not even funny. Hopeful, validation craving you who laughs at each and every one of his unfunny jokes. Daddy issues, mommy issues you who first plays hard to get and then comes crawling back to him when he teases you by ignoring your presence for a whole week.

Not-like-other-girls, supposedly quirky you who claims you're different and better than the other girls. But really, you're worse.

Pathetic, hot mess of a you who YANDERE!jock finds adorable when toyed with.

YANDERE!jock who snickers to himself when he finds you making a fool of yourself in the hallways yet again. YANDERE!jock who can feel the second-hand embarrassment reeking off the cheerleaders who you suddenly started insulting in order to seem cool. YANDERE!jock who never steps in, choosing to enjoy the fun show you always seem to host wherever you go.

YANDERE!jock who kisses his rationality goodbye when he realises that you don't particularly have the hots for only him, but the other jocks too.

YANDERE!jock who clicks his tongue and wonders whether he should finally ask you out or break you for being the uncommited, unloyal person you are.

#yandere x female reader #yandere x reader #yandere x f!reader #yandere x darling #yandere!male #yandere!jock