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this is so creative I love it

YANDERE ASMRIST????

tbh i don't know what to write so i hope you'll like it ( ◜𖥦◝ )

T/W : yandere theme, delusional behaviour, home invasion, implied kidnapping

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yandere! asmrtist who started posting during the heights of asmr audio. His velvety rich voice attracted plenty of audience to listen to his audio.

yandere! asmrtist who began looking for someone to write scripts for his video as he grew in popularity. That is when he found you, someone who had been a long time viewer of hisㅡ and a talented writer.

yandere! asmrtist who slowly grew an infatuation and attachment to you the longer you worked together. To him, the two of you were a great duoㅡ it's clear as day you two were meant for each other!

yandere! asmrtist who one day decided to write his own script as a present for you.

"I hope you'll enjoy it. I have a surprise waiting for you"

short drabble below !!

You complied and waited for him to send the audio over to you. He sent it over a minute later and you plugged in your noise cancelling headphone as he advised to enhance the experience.

It was quite enjoyable to be honest, you praised him in your head. It is until the description of the content begin to eerily match you as in your appearance, your likes and dislikes, your occupation and specific details in your life.

You're aware that this audio was specially made for you butㅡ

You've never shared any of those details with him. How could he possibly know?

As you reach the end of the audio, it ended on a cliffnote where he's preparing for your 'surprise'.

Bang.

A confused noise escape from you at his cryptic words. Did he send something over to you? You did hear a sound coming from your front door.

Before you could get up to check the door, you felt a presence behind you and a hand clasping over your mouth. A familiar velvety rich voice whispered into your ears, the same one you've heard earlier.

"Did you enjoy it, [name]? There'll be more to come now that we're together~"

#yandere asmrist #yandere

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male!yandere hacker x fem! reader

warnings: reader being watched from their webcam without their knowledge, nsfw content, obsessive behavior and infatuation, stalking, readers privacy being breached.

hey! I'm sure someone will find this hot but this is your reminder to stay safe and be careful. It's super easy for someone to watch you at any time. This might be a silly lil post but this is a real thing that happens so stay safe loves and cover your webcams.

yandere hacker! Who simply stumbled upon your webcam one day having done this a million times before, honestly how do people still allow themselves to be so vulnerable like this? it's laughable.

He doesn't care for their files or their credit card information and he isn't selling the footage on the dark web or anything he's just..bored to put it plainly.

yandere hacker! Who watches you do mundane ordinary things, he sits there for hours watching you listen to music, watching your favorite series, type out your essay that's due for next week, he finds himself focusing on how you bite your lips when you're concentrating on the events unfolding on your screen or how you furrow your eyebrows and don't take your eyes off your screen for a second as the words flow out of you when your typing out you essays.

He hacks into your files to read what you write, sometimes sneaking in a small edit of his own on your work hoping you don't notice.

He accesses your monitor so he can feel like he's a part of your routine, bringing his own snacks as he watches your movies with you, reading your texts with your friends, listening to your playlist with you. He only took notice of his growing obsession for you when he realized he hadn't hacked into a single webcam since seeing you. He felt it was really getting bad when he'd find himself spending hours on end at his desk simply staring at you until his eyes became dry and blood shot.

When you're not doing anything particular on your computer he still keeps your webcam on his screen monitor as he goes about his day so that whenever you use your computer he knows immediately.

yandere hacker! Who never used his skills for perverted reasons, he didn't watch webcams to catch a girl changing or find some dude jacking off to porn. That didn't interest him in the least. But when he glanced at his monitor and caught a glimpse of you lifting your shirt over your head, your back facing him, he just couldn't look away, his eyes were glued to his screen. A small tiny voice in his head prayed that you'd turn around even if just for a moment.

He internally thanked god when a ding sounded from your computer, the notification showing up on the corner of his screen as well and for once he found your friend actually useful.

You turn around and walk to your screen bending down and squinting your eyes slightly to read the message and he feels his dick hardening, a visible tent forming in his pants.

It starts to become a habit. A routine even. Watching you get out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, skin glistening and flushed from the hot water. You remove the towel from around your body and chuck it at a nearby chair, starting with your routine by applying your body lotion and oil and that's when he starts getting comfortable in his desk chair and slowly unzips his pants. His favorite part is just about to start.

Wet lewd sounds and heavy breathing fill both of your rooms, he was pleasantly surprised when he discovered that you occasionally like to take care of yourself after having a shower and soon enough he joined in too.

He pants as his hands move quicker around his cock matching the pace of your fingers moving in and out of you, biting back his moans so he can hear yours clearly. With a shaky hand, he reaches over to his mouse and raises the volume. Your moans and whimpers echo loudly from his monitor.

He finds himself liking being a part of your activity here too, he edges himself waiting until you're close so you can both come together. After the first few times, he started recognizing your body's signals, your whimpers become a pitch higher, your pace becomes more sloppy and desperate than steady, too focused on chasing your high, and your hips start meeting your fingers halfway.

His head falls back and he lets out a loud moan as you both come at the same time. Both your hands slow down and your chests rise and fall as you catch your breaths and he feels a warm twisted feeling bloom inside his chest, the way you're both in sync makes him feel like he's there with you, touching you with his fingers inside you instead of your own.

The fog inside his brain clears up and he looks down at his lap to his cum leaking and covering his hand. He feels perverted like he reached the highest level of intrusion. These feelings always swirl around his chest at moments like this but they always go away as quickly as they come because he knows he can't stop.

You're just too sweet, and you seem to have fallen right into his hands and he's not letting you go.

#yandere oc #yandere blog #yandere hacker #male yandere hacker #fem reader #yandere hacker x reader #yandere x reader #obsessive yandere #male yandere #yandere fanfiction #AGAIN pls be careful #yandere hacker x fem reader

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may i follow (i turn 18 this year n i wont interact with nsfw)

Yes that’s totally fine

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Yandere! Android x Reader (I)

It is the future and you have been tasked to solve a mysterious murder that could jeopardize political ties. Your assigned partner is the newest android model meant to assimilate human customs. You must keep his identity a secret and teach him the ways of earthlings, although his curiosity seems to be reaching inappropriate extents.

Yes, this is based on Asimov’s “Caves of Steel” because Daneel Olivaw was my first ever robot crush. I also wanted a protagonist that embraces technology. :)

Content: female reader, AI yandere, 50's futurism

You follow after the little assistant robot, a rudimentary machine invested with basic dialogue and spatial navigation. It had caused quite the ruckus when first introduced. One intern - well liked despite being somewhat clumsy at his job - was sadly let go as a result. Not even the Police is safe from the threat of AI, is what they chanted outside the premises.

"The Commissioner has summoned you, (Y/N)." 

That's how it greeted you earlier, clacking its appendage against the open door in an attempt to simulate a knock. 

"Do you know why my presence is needed?" You inquire and wait for the miniature AI to scan the audio message. 

"I am not allowed to mention anything right now." It finally responds after agonizing seconds.

 It's an alright performance. You might've been more impressed by it, had you not witnessed first hand the Spacer technology that could put any modern invention here on Earth to shame. Sadly the people down here are very much against artificial intelligence. There have been multiple protests recently, like the one in front of your building, condemning the latest government suggestion regarding automation. People fear for their jobs and safety and you don't necessarily blame them for having self preservation. On the other hand, you've always been a supporter of progress. As a child you devoured any science fiction book you could get your hands on, and now, as a high ranked police detective you still manage to sneak away and scan over articles and news involving the race for a most efficient computer.

You close the door behind you and the Commissioner puts his fat cigarette out, twisting the remains into the ashtray with monotonous movements as if searching for the right words.

 "There's been a murder." Is all he settles on saying, throwing a heavy folder in your direction. A hologram or tablet might've been easier to catch, but the man, like many of his coworkers, shares a deep nostalgia for the old days. 

 You flip through the pages and eventually furrow your eyebrows. 

"This would be a disaster if it made it to the news." You mumble and look up at the older man. "Shouldn't this go to someone more experienced?" 

He twiddles with his grey mustache and glances out the fake window. 

"It's a sensitive case. The Spacers are sending their own agent to collaborate with us. What stands out to you?" 

You narrow your eyes and focus on the personnel sheet. What's there to cause such controversy? Right before giving up, departing from the page, you finally notice it: next to the Spacer officer's name, printed clearly in black ink, is a little "R." which is a commonly used abbreviation to indicate something is a robot. The chief must've noticed your startled reaction and continues, satisfied: 

"You understand, yes? They're sending an android. Supposedly it replicates a human perfectly in terms of appearance, but it does not possess enough observational data. Their request is that whoever partners up with him will also house him and let him follow along for the entirety of the mission. You're the only one here openly supporting those tin boxes. I can't possibly ask one of your higher ups, men with wives and children, to...you know...bring that thing in their house."

You're still not sure whether to be offended by the fact that your comfort seems to be of less priority compared to other officers. Regardless of the semantics, you're presently standing at the border between Earth and the Spacer colony, awaiting your case partner. A man emerges from behind a security gate. He's tall, with handsome features and an elegant walk. He approaches you and you reach for a handshake. 

"Is the android with you?" You ask, a little confused. 

"Is this your first time seeing a Spacer model?" He responds, relaxed. "I am the agent in your care. There is no one else." 

You take a moment to process the information, similar to the primitive machine back at your office. Could it be? You've always known that Spacer technology is years ahead, but this surpasses your wildest dreams. There is not a single detail hinting at his mechanical fundament. The movement is fluid, the speech is natural, the design is impenetrable. He lifts the warm hand he'd used for the handshake and gently presses a finger against your chin in an upwards motion. You find yourself involuntarily blushing. 

"Your mouth was open. I assumed you'd want it discreetly corrected." He states, factually, with a faint smile on his lips. Is he amused? Is such a feeling even possible? You try your best to regain some composure, adjusting the collar of your shirt and clearing your throat. 

"Thank you and please excuse my rudeness. I was not expecting such a flawless replica. Our assistants are...easily recognizable as AI."

"So I've been told." His smile widens and he checks his watch. You follow his gesture, still mesmerized, trying to find a single indicator that the man standing before you is indeed a machine, a synthetic product.

Nothing.

"Shall we?" He eyes the exit path and you quickly lead him outside and towards public transport. 

He patiently waits for your fingerprint scan to be complete. You almost turn around and apologize for the old, lagging device. As a senior detective, you have the privilege of living in the more spacious, secured quarters of the city. And, since you don't have a family, the apartment intended for multiple people looks more like a luxury adobe. Still, compared to the advanced way of the Spacers, this must feel like poverty to the android.

At last, the scanner beeps and the door unlocks. 

"Heh...It's a finicky model." You mumble and invite him in.

"Yes, I'm familiar with these systems." He agrees with you and steps inside, unbuttoning his coat.

"Oh, you've seen this before?"

"In history books."

You scratch your cheek and laugh awkwardly, wondering how much of his knowledge about the current life on Earth is presented as a museum exhibit when compared to Spacer society. 

"I'm going to need a coffee. I guess you don't...?" Your words trail as you await confirmation. 

"I would enjoy one as well, if it is not too much to ask. I've been told it's a social custom to 'get coffee' as a way to have small talk." The synthetic straightens his shirt and looks at you expectantly. 

"Of course. I somehow assumed you can't drink, but if you're meant to blend in with humans...it does make sense you'd have all the obvious requirements built in."

He drags a chair out and sits at the small table, legs crossed.

"Indeed. I have been constructed to have all the functions of a human, down to every detail." 

You chuckle lightly. Well, not like you can verify it firsthand. The engineers back at the Spacer colony most likely didn't prepare him for matters considered unnecessary. 

"I do mean every detail." He adds, as if reading your mind. "You are free to see for yourself."

You nearly drop the cup in your flustered state. You hurry to wipe the coffee that spilled onto the counter and glance back at the android, noticing a smirk on his face. What the hell? Are they playing a prank on you and this is actually a regular guy? Some sort of social experiment? 

"I can see they included a sense of humor." You manage to blurt out, glaring at him suspiciously. 

"I apologize if I offended you in any way. I'm still adjusting to different contexts." The android concludes, a hint of mischief remaining on his face. "Aren't rowdy jokes common in your field of work?"

"Uh huh. Spot on." You hesitantly place the hot drink before him.

Robots on Earth have always been built for the purpose of efficiency. Whether or not a computer passes the Turing Test is irrelevant as long as it performs its task in the most optimal, rational way. There have been attempts, naturally, to create something indistinguishable from a human, but utility has always taken precedence. It seems that Spacers think differently. Or perhaps they have reached their desired level of performance a long time ago, and all that was left was fiddling with aesthetics. Whatever the case is, you're struggling not to gawk in amazement at the man sitting in your kitchen, stirring his coffee with a bored expression.

"I always thought - if you don't mind my honesty - that human emotions would be something to avoid when building AI. Hard to implement, even harder to control and it doesn't bring much use."

"I can understand your concerns. However, let me reassure you, I have a strict code of ethics installed in my neural networks and thus my emotions will never lead to any destructive behavior. All safety concerns have been taken into consideration.

As for why...How familiar are you with our colony?" The android takes a sip of his coffee and nods, expressing his satisfaction. "Perhaps you might be aware, Spacers have a declining population. Automated assistants have been part of our society for a long time now. What's lacking is humans. If the issue isn't fixed, artificial humans will have to do."

You scoff.

"What, us Earth men aren't good enough to fix the birth rates? They need robots?"

You suddenly remember the recipient of your complaint and mutter an apology. 

"Well, I'm sure you'd make a fine contender. Sadly I can't speak for everyone else on Earth." The man smiles in amusement upon seeing the pale red that's now dusting your cheeks, then continues: "But the issue lies somewhere else. Spacers have left Earth a long time ago and lived in isolation until now. Once an organism has lost its immune responses to otherwise common pathogens, it cannot be reintegrated."

True. Very few Earth citizens are allowed to enter the colony, and only do so after thorough disinfection stages, proving they are disease free as to not endanger the fragile health of the Spacers living in a sterile environment. You can only imagine the disastrous outcome if the two species were to abruptly mingle. In that case, equally sterile machinery might be their only hope.

Your mind wanders to the idea. Dating a robot...How's that? You sheepishly gaze at the android and study his features. His neatly combed copper hair, the washed out blue eyes, the pale skin. Probably meant to resemble the Spacers. You shake your head.

"A-anyways, I'll go and gather all the case files I have. Then we can discuss our first steps. Do feel at home."

You rush out and head for your office. Focus, you tell yourself mildly annoyed.

While you search for the required paperwork - what a funny thing to say in this day and age - he will certainly take up on your generous offer to make himself comfortable. The redhaired man enters the living room, scanning everything with curious eyes. He stops in front of a digital frame and slides through the photos. Ah, this must be your Police Academy graduation. The year matches with the data he's received on you. Data files he might've read one too many times in his unexplained enthusiasm. This should be you and the Commissioner; Doesn't match the description of your father, and he seems too old to be a spouse or boyfriend. Additionally, the android distinctly recalls the empty 'Relationship' field.

"Old photos are always a tad embarrassing. I suppose you skipped that stage."

He jolts almost imperceptibly and faces you. You have returned with a thin stack of papers and a hologram projector.

"I've digitalized most files I received, so you don't have to shuffle a bunch of paper around." You explain.

"That is very useful, thank you." He gently retrieves the small device from your hand, but takes a moment before removing his fingers from yours. "I predict this will be a successful partnership."

You flash him a friendly smile and gesture towards the seating area.

"Let's get to work, then. Unless you want to go through more boring albums." You joke as you lower yourself onto the plush sofa. 

The synthetic human joins you at an unexpectedly close proximity. You wonder if proper distance differs among Spacers or if he has received slightly erroneous information about what makes a comfortable rapport. 

"Nothing boring about it. In fact, I'd say you and I are very similar from this point of view." He tells you, placing the projector on the table.

"Oh?"

"Your interest in technology and artificial intelligence is rather easy to infer." The man continues, pointing vaguely towards the opposing library. "Aside from the briefing I've already received about you, that is."

"And that is similar to...the interest in humans you've been programmed to have?" You interject, unsure where this conversation is meant to lead. 

"Almost."

His head turns fully towards you and you stare back into his eyes. From this distance you can finally discern the first hints of his nature: the thin disks shading the iris - possibly CCD sensors - are moving in a jagged, mechanical manner. Actively analyzing and processing the environment. 

"I wouldn't go as far as to generalize it to all humans. 

Just you."

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male yandere psychologist x fem patient reader [introduction]

warnings: heavily implied that the reader is a patient at a psych ward, obsessive behaviors and tendencies, abuse of power, toxic environment, yandere themes, might not show in this part but for the future Ivan takes advantage of the readers vulnerable mental state.

There aren’t intense scenes in this at all (as I see it) BUT as for the coming parts of this OC it still has to do with a character who struggles with mental illness, an extremely toxic psychologist who abuses his position and being in a psyche ward so if you feel like any of that sounds triggering or there’s a possibility it could be triggering I would urge you not to read this or other parts of this OC.

pls be careful what you read guys and stay safe mwah🫶

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

Ivan taps his foot impatiently and pushes up his sleeve for the millionth time to reveal his wristwatch.

2:59 PM

Just a few more seconds..

Tick..

3:00 PM

Ivan smiles, his stiff body finally relaxing and just like everyday a knock is heard on his office door and in walks the nurse pushing you forward like a criminal into his office. He only spares the nurse and nod and a polite smile before his attention is directed at you, focusing on your every move anticipating what you’ll do next. You huff and plop down in the chair in front of his desk rolling your eyes "Ah [name], how are we doing today?" he clasps his hands Infront of him and stares at you expectantly.

Just like everyday.

‘Why does he ask the same question every day? What could possibly change in the matter of a single day? They should've made these cheek-up's weekly instead this is becoming such a pain.’

"Fine. Just like always." you answer curtly. He hums nodding "Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut to the chase today there’s something I must discuss with you.” You quirk a brow. You have to admit seeing the serious expression instead of the easy going one he usually has is a bit unnerving “I'm sure you already know that your..leave is to be expected soon." his lips twist in displeasure as if merely saying that has left a bitter taste in his mouth. You nod "Yes..what about that?" he sighs "Well, I'm afraid I've come to the decision that you'll have to stay a while longer, just to be safe." Your heart plummets. Sure you haven't been kissing Dr.Ivan's ass or being necessarily..nice to him but that shouldn’t have anything to do with your treatment. You know you've been getting better so what possible reason could have you stay here "Just to be safe? What is that supposed to mean?" you shoot daggers at him but he doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it "We’ve witnessed many patients show signs of improvement and seem like they’re ready to leave but there were also many instances where patients leave our facility and end up..falling into old patterns. Not that I expect that from you but I would like to guarantee your safety." You swallow the lump in your throat. Can they even do that? Is that even legal? "..How long?" a few beats of silence passes by while he blankly stares at you before answering "A month." Your shoulders drop down exasperatedly. Another month??

You feel frustration bubble up inside your chest. You feel hopeless as if you’re never getting out of here. You can’t take it you can’t take seeing the same hallways the same people this same fucking office everyday.

You don't say anything when you get up from your chair and start charging for the door "Our daily check up isn't quite done, my dear." His voice booms behind you "I don't fucking care." You spit back and go to reach for the door when his hands suddenly slam the door on either side of you, trapping you against it "Why are you always trying to leave me?" he whispers his shaky breath fanning against the side of your neck "..What are you talking about..Doc-" his hand clenches into a fist "Don't call me that!" You flinch trembling slightly "..I'm sorry I raised my voice, but I've told you countless times before you don't have to call me 'Doctor' my dear. Ivan is fine." You stay quite and he sighs "You won't even say my name.." he leans his head on your shoulder his body slumping almost exhausted from the interaction.

You hold your breath eyeing the door handle inches away from you "Why do you hate me so much?" his voice almost breaks "You roll your eyes at me, you barely say a few words in our daily sessions, You can't stand it when I go to visit you in your room.." he steps closer, his body now flush against your back "You throw a fit and almost walk out on me.." he moves his head to the side sniffing your heart and you hear him let out a groan “God I thought you’d be happy about staying here. All I want is for you to love me. Why won’t you love me? hm?” his arms slide down for the door to wrap around you squeezing tightly “Am I just the annoying psychologist your forced to talk to? Is that all I am to you?” he keeps talking almost in his own world too intoxicated by you, having you in his arms body flush against his your scent enveloping him “Damnit why won’t you-“ you take advantage of his vulnerability and decide to make a run for it, using the door to push back all of your body weight to at least have his arms off of you immediately taking a hold of the door handle and leaping out of his office, you run down the hall never looking back. You’re surprised he didn’t pull you back in maybe he was shocked maybe he wasn’t and he just..let you go. Whatever the case was you had to get as far away from him as possible.

Ivan’s left alone in his office panting, cheeks flushed and an obvious tent in his pants. He lets out a low chuckle looking far off into the hallway ‘Soon..i read of running away from me you’ll be running to me. I’ll make sure of it darling.’

#fem reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere blog #yandere x reader #obsessive yandere #yandere #yandere fanfiction #male yandere psychologist #patient reader #yandere Ivan #Ivan oc #yandere psychologist #toxic yandere #introductory fic #kinda short sorry lol #I #I think it’s legal?? but he’s doing it cuz he’s crazy soooo

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me trying to write a nsfw post: alright let’s set the scene and slowly build up-

my brain: make them fuck immediately instead

#this is a sickness

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male! yandere tentacle monster x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw content, non-consensual sex, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, stalking

The switch up between “it” “he” “they” might get confusing while reading but pls don’t be confused it doesn’t make much of a difference, it’s all the same. It switches a lot just to isolate what the tentacles do. The monster is referred to as “he”.

Further in the the shadows squelching sounds echo in the quiet room, the source unknown until they emerge, long and thick tentacles slowly slithering out of the shadows towards your bed unbeknownst to your peaceful sleeping form, they climb up the side of your bed moving closer and reaching for your figure, stilling as you stir in your sleep for a few more seconds before moving again.

The tentacle slowly leans towards your cheek, trembling slightly at the contact then moving down to your neck and dragging down your chest towards the blanket, gripping it and slowly dragging it down your body revealing the crop top and shorts you sleep in, it drags the blanket off leaving no part of you covered, dragging across the sheets up your leg and to your thighs caressing them, two other tentacles emerge from your left and right, trailing over your chest and gently brushing your hardening nipples through the fabric.

You groan squirming slightly in your sleep, another tentacles slides up your thigh caressing your inner thigh before moving to your center, rubbing your cunt through your shorts making a wet spot slowly form on them, it moves your shorts to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. A low satisfied growl echoing in your ear makes you frown in your sleep and stir even more, the tentacles slowly rubs your folds before sliding between them rubbing up and down your slit, the sound of your wetness overlapping with the ones of the tentacles sliding all over your body. You let out a quiet moan in your sleep “Wake up sweetheart..” You slowly start to stir awake at the deep voice echoing in your head. You look around to find the source of the voice even when sleep still clings on your eyelids. Your eyes are wide open and a gasp is caught in your throat when you take notice of the strange sensations all over your body, specifically the rubbing between your legs.

Long tentacles sliding all over your limbs, caressing, rubbing, squeezing, each one traveling further up your body almost getting caught up and tangled with each other. You felt like you were about to be consumed by them. Swallowed up and never let out. You let out a scream as you tug and pull your limbs away desperately trying to get out of their hold. you almost succeed in bolting out of your bed when you're yanked back by a new set of tentacles that seemed to emerge out of no where wrapping around your ankles, your hands being gripped tightly next and lifted above your head.

A cry escapes your throat and you continue flailing your limbs, shaking your head violently as tears stream down your face “Shh there’s no need to be scared.” The voice echoes in your head. Not beside you. Above you. No where. It feels like its coming from inside you. You turn your head in every direction searching for the source of the voice but the room is empty aside from all the tentacles that are menacingly crawling towards your bed “What the fuck are you- let me go!” Tears stream down your face and a tendril enters your line of sight to wipe your tears away, softly stroking your cheek “Don’t cry..why are you so frightened, little one? I'm not going to hurt you.” You turn you head again “Where are you?!” The voice doesn’t seem to be coming from a specific direction instead from the inside of your mind, it feels like you're going insane “I’m here with you of course. if it's my voice that's confusing you it is inside your mind. It will always be inside your mind. Always with you."

You let out a surprised gasp as the tentacles returned to rubbing your cunt. You instinctively try to close your legs but they're pried apart again and you feel the tentacles tighten even more around your thighs to keep you still “You’re putting up quite the fight but your sweet cunt is still dripping for me.” He applies more pressure on your clit drawing out a moan from you “What..are you?” You pant out, fear lacing your tone “I’m exactly what you need.” You feel tendrils sliding up your leg to the waistband of you shorts, sliding them down then moving down to spread your legs wider “What you want..” Your shirt is lifted over your head “What you dream of” Two tendrils travel up your stomach to your breasts wrapping around and squeezing your nipples. Your back arches as you feel your self get overwhelmed from being touched in so many places “And you..” He drawls out “Are mine.” He growls, the tentacle that was rubbing your clit now moves lower to tease your your hole “I’ve been watching you in the dark for a long time, pet. I’ve refrained from touching you all this time but no more.” It continues teasing, rubbing tantalizing circles “Stop-” Your protest is cut short when you feel the tip being pushed in “I can make you feel so good, little one. I will. Tell me you that you want me to make you feel good and I will. I’ll make you feel what you haven’t before, I’ll reach all those places no one can” He pushes the tip in then pulls out slowly over and over again until you almost push your hips to chase the pleasure. Almost.

Lust clouds your mind and you feel yourself slowly leaning into temptation, your previous repulsion now replaced with desire. You're already getting desperate, the pleasure all over your body overwhelming but not enough.

You need more.

You felt a wave of shame wash over you, you wanted to know what it would feel like to give in to him. Whatever he is exactly. You aren't completely sure. You swallow and close your eyes “I..I want you to make me feel good.” Your voice is barely above a whisper but your face flushes at the verbal confession. The tentacle starts to slowly moves deeper inside you. Your breathing stops as you focus on the new sensation. It stops suddenly and draws out. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly. A frustrated whine escapes you “Do you want more? hm?” You nod quickly and hear a dark chuckle echo out “Of course I’ll give you more, anything for my little pet.” It pulls out one more time before plunging into your wet cunt drawing out a loud moan from you, it was thick and so fucking long, it was already going in so deep but it was still going like it wasn't planning on stopping “You clench around me so tightly. I knew your pretty little cunt would take me in so well.” You let out a string of moans, you feel your cunt being stretched out and with the tendrils groping your breasts, squeezing your hardened nipples and every single part of you body touched you already feel close, you jump and look down to see another tentacle moving down your stomach to your clit rubbing it before you feel suctioning on your clit “Ah! fuck- no..” It sucks harder “No?” You let out a sob “Too sensitive..” It rubs up and down your clit, each sucker pulling and letting it go with a pop each time the tentacle moves “But you want to cum don’t you?” You mumble incoherently as you nod “Then you can take it, pet. you can take me.” You nod again “That’s it..take it. Such a good pet. I'm never letting go of you.” The air gets knocked out of your lungs as you feel the tentacle reach the deepest part of you, you grind your hips helplessly as you feel yourself getting closer "You're getting close pet..I can feel it." The tentacles start moving in a speed that has you near sobbing and with your tits being groped an the sensation on your clit you're pushed over the edge cumming with your body writhing and your screams almost drowning out his own moans and growls of approval.

The fog in your brain doesn't fully clear even when the tentacles slow down and eventually come to a stop, even in your exhausted state you register the gentle caressing on your cheek "I'm never letting you go little one. You're all mine now."

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King Reid: we can do so much together! with you..my kingdom will flourish!

Witch reader: respectfully your majesty, I ain’t doing this for free

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere king x witch reader #yandere Reid #witch reader #fem witch reader #yandere blog

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male yandere king x fem! witch reader x male yandere personal secretary Introductory fic

warnings: no yandere shenanigans here so no warnings really BUT this is an introductory fic the yandere themes will appear in later parts.

You’re roughly shoved forward by the two guards that chained you and dragged you all the way here in front of The Kings throne.

King Reid.

“This is her?” You keep your eyes averted refusing to look at him in fear you might not hold back your glare and have your eyes gouged out for that. You’ve heard bone chilling stories of how ruthless he can be and you aren’t about to test the truth behind those stories yourself “Yes sir.” A gruff voice sounds beside you “And you’re completely sure it’s her?” He asks his tone pressing “Positively.” You look up to see that he’s already staring at you intensely, his body stiff with anticipation "Hm..,very well then." The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and a glint appears in his eyes. He nods his head to your wrists and in the blink of an eyes the rope is cut off your wrists. You groan as you rub your red wrists, at least he didn't keep you tied up. He suddenly turns his head to the guards "Everyone out at once!" The guards hurry to sweep the room of everyone and following suite shutting the door after them, as the echo of the large wooden door slowly dissipates it dawns on you that you're completely alone now. At his mercy.

He doesn't say anything only rises from his chair and makes his way to a nearby table pouring a drink which you assume is wine based off the crimson color you caught a glimpse of "Care to join me?" You only shake your head when he glances at you "Suit yourself." He grins. Just what is he doing? You've been dragged here like some sack of potatoes, wrists bound, questions ignored, not an explanation spared and yet he's leisurely enjoying a glass of wine?

"I've heard much about you." He plops down on his seat with a sigh. You stay quite simply watching his movements "The infamous witch.." He swirls the liquid in his cups as he stares at you almost spacing out. You quirk a brow. Infamous? Since when? "You might not realize it but you've caused quite the stir." He hums raising the glass to his lips " I hear people have been desperately crawling to your doorstep to give them a glimpse of the future that awaits them, pleas to make them rich overnight, many people willing to pay you a fortune just so their unrequited love can be returned. What is it that you do, potions?" You internally roll your eyes, of course he'd assume that "Spells." You answer keeping your voice even "Ah of course, my apologies, that was quite the childish assumption." Your tense shoulders relax a little you see he wasn't mocking. He's actually embarrassed if his averted gaze is anything to go by "That's alright..it's a common misconception." You try to comfort "Is it really?" You nod "You'd be surprised to know some of the people who come to me also think that." He hums "Is that so? very well then." He seems pleased to see you talking more and letting your guard down even if only a little "Well anyhow, I'm sure you're wondering why you're here" He sets his glass aside and shifts in his seat "I've been..watching you and I think you could be of great help to me and my kingdom." You cross your arms "What would a king want with a witch?" He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped infront of him "I do admit it's not..usual for a king to seek out a witch but that's precisely why I'm doing this. I believe that with you're help this kingdom can flourish" His eyes gleam and you understand why. You can already think of many ways that could be accomplished but what exactly are his plans? "How exactly would that be achieved?" He seems relieved you're not immediately against the idea "Well, in so many ways of course. You would provide me a level of protection my own guards can't give me, you can help me persuade allies, keep away enemies and false allies who seek the fall of my kingdom." You're face shows no emotions as he rambles on passionately, his ideas aren't bad but you don't want to stroke a kings already inflated ego "We can do so much together.." He suddenly rises up and walks towards you "Don't you think so?" He whispers, his body so close to you, eyes pleading and you're almost in disbelief at how a king is the one persuading you and looking at you with such pleading eyes. "Yes that could all work..But why would I do this? Forgive me your majesty but..what exactly are you offering me?" He smirks, thankfully not seeming to be offended by your question. His prideful demeanor returning once again "Why, everything, my dear. You will live here with me in the castle, your room will be right by my quarters, anything you ask shall be granted, I'll personally make sure of it. It will be a completely new way of living. All will be yours as long as you say yes." You don't give an answer. Nothing is stopping you, you live alone, up till now work has been your focus and this..is work. But is he truly to be trusted?

"..I-" You flinch when he suddenly places his hands on your shoulders rubbing them, he must have sensed your tension "Why don't you take a tour of the castle and think very carefully of my offer? perhaps that could help you arrive to a judgment" Your stomach clenches when his eyes darken and his tone turns warning "You'll find that taking me up on my very generous offer will turn out to be in your favor." Something is defiantly wrong with him but perhaps it's best to be polite and go along with the tour for now at least. You slowly nod "Alright.." He beams "Excellent!" He turns around and rings a bell that's by his throne and Immediately you hear the large wooden doors behind you open. You look behind you to see a man enter, the distance between you doesn't allow you to discern his features fully or any other details except for his raven colored hair and the fact that he's close to your age if not the same if his voice and build is any indication. He bows his head "You called me, your majesty." You feel Reid place his hand on your lower back "Yes." He turns to you smiling "That's Marcus, he's my personal secretary, he'll be the one to accompany you on the tour." You knit your brows "It won't be you?" He lets out a low chuckle "No, my dear, I'm afraid I have a few pressing matter I must take care of but I'm quite flattered you were hoping to spend more time in my company." He ends in a teasing tone. Ugh, anything you say will be taken as flattery with him won't it?"

"Alright enough of that now, Marcus can take it from here. I shall see you after the tour." He nods at you, his smile a little strained now, he truly does hope you will come to the decision of staying afterwards. It would really be disappointing if you don't, your room is ready and your closet is filled with clothes designed specifically for you, he doesn't want his preparations to go to waste.

He also doesn't want to take certain measures into making you stay.

#yandere oc #yandere blog #yandere x reader #obsessive yandere #yandere #fem reader #yandere king x reader x personal secretary #yandere king x reader #yandere Reid #yandere Marcus #yandere introductory fic #fem witch reader #I low key hate this but let’s go

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there are two types of people

#I need a pilot husband too

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fem! Yandere friend x fem!reader headcanons [sleepover edition]

warnings: nsfw content, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, panty stealing and sniffing, non-consensual touching while the reader is asleep.

Yandere friend who urges you to share a bed because just how could she let her very best friend sleep on the cold floor? Don’t be silly You’re better off warm in bed snuggled up against her.

Yandere friend loves to spoon you and never sleeps any other way when you stay over.

Yandere friend who squeezes her thighs together because she’s overwhelmed by you your scent that fills her senses when she buries her her face between your neck and shoulders. Your soft hair that lightly tickles her. The way you squirm in your sleep and end up grinding your ass against her it’s as if you’re actually awake and inviting her to just have you.

Yandere friend who sees your shirt lifting up slightly when you move in your sleep revealing your soft skin she takes the chance to sneak her hands underneath your shirt and caress your bare stomach. Her quivering breath echoing in the room as her hand slowly inches up towards your chest lightly grazing your nipples.

Yandere friend who bites her lip to keep quiet when she hears you moan quietly in your sleep.

Yandere friend who would love more than anything to let her hand wander down past your shorts and panties and have you wake up with her fingers inside you. You would be too sleepy and horny to stop her you wouldn’t care that you’re friends or that “you shouldn’t do this” or how you “shouldn’t ruin your friendship”. You’d be too focused on the pleasure she would be giving you.

Yandere friend who opts for holding you close as you sleep instead of acting on her fantasies.

Yandere friend who eagerly waits for you to finish using the shower in the next morning urging you to get out because you’ve been “hogging the bathroom and she needs the shower”.

She throws you an eye roll as you’re walking out but as soon as she’s inside the bathroom and the doors shut behind her, her eyes frantically scan the bathroom until she finds the small lacy fabric she’s been looking for.

She snatches it and brings it up to her her nose her eyes rolling back as she lets out a muffled quite moans and suddenly her clothes are too tight, the air is too hot and she just needs you now-

Yandere friend who makes sure you’re no where around when she exists the bathroom with the lace jumbled up in her hand, she quickly makes her way to her room and hides it somewhere safe, where all her other valuables are.

Yandere friend who relentlessly begs you to stay one more night (as she always does in the mornings after you stay over) “ just one more! it’ll be fun!” but ultimately ends up alone in her apartment pouting when you leave but it’s okay there will always be a next time she just has to be a little patient.

After all, she has her latest..finding.. to keep her company until the next time.

#fem yandere friend #fem reader #yandere oc #yandere blog #yandere x reader #obsessive yandere #yandere #yandere friend #yandere wlw #wlw #yandere headcanons #yandere sleepover headcanons #fem yandere friend x reader #obsessive yandere friend

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Just remembered one of my OC’s name is Oliver I will not be looking at him the same after saltburn🤩🙏

#Just what the fuck is that movie

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hello everyone! I’m back and I’ll be active on here again. I’m on break now thankfully, I hope no one thought I was dead I was very much here thirsting over ppls OC’s just sadly couldn’t have time to write. I’ll be less active when my semester begins but until then I’m here lol.

k that’s all love ya’ll🫶

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literally had my phone clutched and shoved into my face while reading every part of this series (i’m in love with oliver</3)

☼⚠︎Oliver (Yandere! Spirit) x Gn! AFAB! Reader [NSFW]

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srry its my first time writing smut idk if it’s good…

the main part is here!

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TW(?) General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.).

Kink List: M!Dom and M!Sub traits (Switch), dub-con, cunnilingus (pussy-eating), fingering, PIV sex, praise kink, light cockwarming at the end.

Word count: Around 1.5k

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“Hello? It’s me.” Oliver knocks softly at your door, scratching at the wood jokingly in an attempt to frighten you, even a little. “Can I come in?”

At this hour?

After giving him the okay, he turns the knob and pushes open the door. A short glance at the clock tells you it’s much too late for visitors, let alone someone who was with you the whole day.

“I told you I would see you soon, didn’t I?” Soon as in maybe tomorrow, yeah, but a few hours later? In the dead of night? Yeesh. “I tried to occupy myself with other hobbies, yet I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Oliver makes his way over and lays down next to you, sinking himself into the covers. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

You’d rather get some shut eye, but even if you asked him to leave, it’s unlikely he would.

“Mind entertaining me for a little?” He says. “Let's talk for a bit more, darling, please?”

… Fine.

Oliver nods and unbuttons his vest, folding it and setting it aside on the bed. He sits down on the bed next to you and sighs, glancing outside the window.

It’s a really beautiful night out. Not a cloud in sight, and the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

“It’s gorgeous outside, isn’t it?” Yeah.

The strange silence between you two becomes uncomfortable rather quickly, and you can’t help but feel that he came into your room for an ulterior motive.

Alright. What does he-

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” He suddenly whispers, making you turn your head over to him in confusion. “You make me feel alive again; like my heart is still beating.”

Oh…

You frown, feeling a twinge of pity for him. Does he really miss being alive?

“I wonder what this feeling is.”

Or is it something else?

“Darling,” He whispers, outstretching his arms. “Come here.”

Uh.

“Here. Please.”

You bite back a wince. What if he does something; like take your soul? Well, if you even have one. But the way he’s looking at you seems so… Frantic? Like he really needs the hug. Even if you rejected him, what would he do?

You sigh and lean over, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you close. The freezing feeling of his body is so familiar now. Maybe it’s lucky that he got you used to it quickly?

“Thank you.” Oliver murmurs, and you shake your head. It’s the least you can do, since he showed you around the place. His hand snakes down to your lower back, rubbing small circles. It doesn’t take long to notice how his breathing has picked up compared to a few minutes ago.

“Do you prefer Alexander?” What?

“You heard me.” Oliver doesn't haven’t elaborate more on the topic, and you decide to shake your head in a refusal. It’s probably what he wants to hear. Either way, you don’t really know Alex yet, so yeah, it’s a bit reasonable to prefer Oliver over him.

“Do you mean that?” After you say yes, Oliver seems pleased at your answer, snuggling into your body.

“You feel so nice.” He smiles. “And warm…” He plants a small kiss on your neck, and both of you sit and cuddle in silence for a few seconds, until you feel the tremble of his hands, making you look-

… This man is fucking crazy.

Once you both meet eyes, his smile grows wider as he cups your cheek. You flinch back at the sudden motion and try to scoot yourself away from him, but he doesn’t even let you entertain that chance.

“Darling, darling,” He whispers frantically, his eyes wide with insanity once he grabs your wrist as he tugs you back into him. “Darling, I want to thank you with more than words. Darling, can I do that? Please?” He whimpers, and your body doesn’t even flinch. You expected something like this, but in the back of your head it’s screaming at you to pull back.

“Can I inspirit you?” Leave. Run. Do something. “I want to feel you so much more. Can I do that? Please?”

But you don’t care at this point, do you?

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He’s so annoying.

Oliver breaks into happy, crazed laughter once you agree to his possession, and he pushes you down onto the bed with his hand on your heart, in similar fashion to how it went last time.

“I-I even asked this time. Aren’t I so good?” Good for common courtesy? “Right? Right?” You frown, but it’s wiped off your face instantly as his lips press against yours, his hand snaking in between your thighs as that warm feeling spreads throughout your body. A groan almost leaves your throat as his fingers press against your clothed cunt, and he sighs in content.

“You’re so cute.” He whispers, leaning back in to kiss you as he starts to rub up and down on your cunt. You glare at him, uttering a small stream of curses his way, blaming him for waking you up, until he suddenly stops. What’s his problem?

“Let me pull them down, please?” Oliver whines, and you hesitate a bit, but as soon as you give him the okay, he bends down, biting down on your panties, and using his teeth alongside his other hand to tug them down and off your body. He tosses your panties aside on the bed, going back in to kiss you as he starts to rub circles on your clit. You bite back the urge to moan and break the kiss with him, looking up at him, slightly annoyed, but it’s hard to fight the feeling going through your body.

“Are you mad at me?” Obviously. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself, you’re too pretty, darling.” He cooes, teasing your entrance with a warm finger while his thumb keeps on rubbing your bud. “I love your pussy, so much…”

My god. This man can really sweet talk, huh?

“Come to the edge of the bed.” He scoots himself off the bed, unbuckling his belt as you move over to the edge, and all of a sudden he drops onto his knees, grabbings your thighs as he brings you in closer to his face, practically panting at the sight of your…

Oh, wait-

You bite back a cry of pleasure, Oliver’s now warm tongue licks and sucks on your swollen clit, flicking his tongue up and down as you grab onto the bed sheets, gritting your teeth as you try not to moan out loud. What if someone else hears you? But it feels so good you almost don’t care.

His fingers start to tease your wet entrance again as he pushes his middle finger in, finally drawing a moan out of you as his fingers curl up and push deeper into you, still sucking on your clit as he starts to moan with you. “You taste so good.” Another finger makes its way in quickly as he pushes them in and out, making a mess all over his fingers.

Why the hell does this seem so intimate between you two?

“Darling, darling,” He whispers gently, the air in the room suddenly becoming so intoxicating for both of you. “Can I slip inside you? Please?”

Eh, why not.

He rises back up on his feet, slipping his pants a bit down for his cock to slip out. Precum already dribbles down from the tip, and his hands are practically shaking with excitement as he grabs onto your hips, pushing the tip of his cock against your hole. “... I’ll be gentle.” He murmurs, pushing it inside more as he whines at the feeling of finally being inside you.

“You’re so warm and wet, darling.” Oliver manages to choke out as he starts to thrust himself into you. You clutch onto the covers as you try to grasp the ridiculousness, yet so pleasurable aspects of the situation at hand.

Sex with a ghost, really? Yet he feels so fucking good inside you…

Oliver’s groans fill the empty space in the room as his thrusts start to pick up, his hands digging into your hips for support as he slams his hips into yours. “You’re so good for me, darling.” It feels like the room’s spinning; it’s getting hard to think about anything else.

“I can’t believe I get to be this lucky,” He whines. “This feels amazing, darling. I never want to stop feeling like this.” You reach up and cling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Once you do, he whispers gently in your ear, trying to fight back moaning himself.

“You’re so amazing…” You moan at his praise, arching your back as you feel your orgasm coming quicker than you expected.

“Are you going to cum?! Oh my god,” He groans, precum slipping down your thigh as he fucks into you. “You’re so tight. Yes, please cum for me, darling. Cum with me…”

It feels so good, no fucking way.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, gripping onto the sheets as your orgasm breaks through you, cum spilling all over his dick.

“Yes, yes!” He moans, slamming his hips into yours as he chases his own orgasm, and it finally comes for him with a loud moan as his cum spills into you.

“You came hard.” He whispers, gently picking you up as his dick still buried deep into you. He sits down instead, and your arms are around his neck and cling onto him, scared he’s going to drop you. Your head is still swirling and all fuzzy. “You did so good, darling. You don't mind if we stay together like this for a bit longer, right?”

How tiring…

“If you ever get tired of Alex tomorrow,” He kisses you right on your cheek, still feeling the fuzziness throughout your body. “Come,” Kiss. “To,” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Immediately.” Kiss. He chuckles at your tired expression and fixes his crooked glasses. “And only me, okay? I won’t let it be anyone else.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

tbh i dont like how this turned out, and on a serious note, idk if im gonna write smut ever again but we’ll see ^^’

kept the kinks a bit light since this in my first go at it

also kept it kinda short bc i wanted to hurry up and post already :>

#LOVELOVELOVETHIS #yandere ghost #yandere spirit #yandere oc

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𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚

𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙘 𝙭 𝙜𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

hey yall..been a while..

yikes anyways I was a horny hoe so I decided to write this even tho I’m technically still on hiatus.

I think.

enjoy lol.

names used: whore, slut

"Hah..you fucking whore." he thrusts into you harder, his grip on your hips bruising, you grip the sheets as you feel your entire body moving from his thrusts. He stares down at your body with a dark glint in his eyes "You've been whoring yourself out to other men but you're being so good now that my cock's inside you hm?" he chuckles darkly. He pushes his hair back as he continues thrusting into you his jaw clenching at the memories "Is that it? you'll only be good if I'm fucking you?" He leans down nipping at your neck "Does that mean I have to keep fucking you all the time just so you don't go and act like a slut around other guys, is that what you want?" He pushes his question as he bites harder at your neck "ah! hah..I- ahh fuck I wasn't around any other guys." Your moans turn to sobs as you become overstimulated by his continued thrust "fuck.. slow down a little" You weekly push against his abdomen but he only grabs your wrists and pins them above your head "No? prove it to me then."

"Cum on my cock." he whispers against your ear.

He leans back with a smirk quickening his pace as he watches you become a blubbering mess on his cock, you moan uncontrollably, your hips rolling to meet with his thrusts "Fuck! fuck fuck baby I'm-" Your sentences aren't coherent anymore as you become completely overwhelmed by pleasure "That's right~ cum on my cock, prove to me you're only my whore. No one else's." His words push you over the edge and you cum, your body trembling at the overstimulation "You're so pretty like this." His hands move all over your body caressing and groping your skin "No one else gets to see you like this.."

"Right?" He goes still and stares at you blankly. You tiredly nod "Only you.." you hoarsely reply staring deep into his eyes to give him some type of assurance. He keeps his eyes locked on yours for a few seconds before he simply nods and pulls out of you. He flips your body over on your stomach already adjusting his position behind you "Hey! what the fuck? we just-" You let out a loud drawn-out moan as he pushes his cock into you "Did you think I was done? I'm still fucking pissed off. You've been acting like a whore so that's exactly what you're gonna be.."

"My whore."

#male oc #gn reader #not rlly yandere which is super weird for me #drabble #can I call this drabble #nsfw blog #nsfw post #jealous oc #jealous male oc #jealousy #possesiveness

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I saw a post once where the person actually made a handwritten letter by a yandere and I loved it so much dude.

I feel like it’d be fun to write those letters but my hand writing is actual ass LMAO

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Using wendig* as a monster oc is insensitive to Native American culture

I did not know this I apologize, I’ve seen lots of similar works of fiction about it so it didn’t occur to me to research about it but after I saw this I did and I understand what it means for Native American culture and why it’s shouldn’t be used in fiction especially in this manner and for that I won’t be writing about it and I’ll be removing it as an option from the poll.