bananastarlo

[bananastarlo]

I see you

childhood friend yandere x shy reader

You two are in the same daycare. He is the complete opposite of you — a loud, confident boy who charms both the adults and the other kids with the big grin he always enters the room with.

You, on the other hand, didn’t stick out too much. Always a bit more hesitant and shy around new people.

One of the things on the agenda today was a field trip.

Having arrived at the destination, the caretakers gave you instructions:

“Okay, little stars. Today is a wonderful day to play a game, don’t you agree?“

The others cheered in agreement.

“We hid clues that you’ll be able to find in this area! So get in pairs, if possible with someone new!“

As the childcare worker claps in her hands, the children scatter around, most of them sticking with their usual friend groups.

However, you stayed back. Nobody came up to you, and you were too anxious to approach the others, fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt while focusing on the ground with your head low.

The caretaker took notice of your little form and exchanged worried glances with the other adults, slowly drawing near and crouching down to your level.

“Hey, have you found a partner yet?“

You shook your head no.

Reaching out her hand, she kindly offered to find a partner for you.

Yet, before you could take her hand, he appears in front of you — scraped knees, a backwards cap and messy hair — flashing you a boyish grin.

“Come on, let’s go together!“ he chirped, eyes glistening with fondness while yours lit up with happiness.

He took your hand and led you to where his friends were. They couldn’t understand why he refused their offer to pair up, until you showed up, shielded by his body.

As you both were hunting for clues, you felt yourself growing more and more relaxed in his presence.

He always protected you from slimy bugs and held your hand so that you wouldn’t get lost without him.

“You’re now my best friend.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question, because he wouldn’t accept you saying no.

And you smiled.

“I like that.”

And the smile you gave him was so genuine, he felt his own heart beating a little more than usual.

You spent the rest of your childhood years sticking to him like glue. You admired him and his presence.

One day, when you were older, you spent time at his house. It was basically yours as well, with how much time you spent there.

Lying next to each other, you faced away from him while he stared at your back, too scared to move.

At times, he could be quiet. He could be soft. But only you were allowed to see this side of him. Only you deserved it.

As he listened to your slow, rhythmic breathing, you turned around.

You weren’t expecting him to be so close — your noses almost touched.

And your stomach flipped at the sight of his half-opened eyes that now widened as much as your own.

He saw it — your pupils, dilated.

His heart began hammering against his ribcage, and he pressed his face into the mattress.

“What?“ you murmured softly.

“N-nothing! You just threw me off guard.”

His response made you chuckle. It was cute to see him without his usual confident tone.

As older teenagers, you both started to see each other differently.

Behind his golden-boy personality and sheepishly handsome face, there was something deeper, a protectiveness directed at you.

He saw you as a woman now. And you, well—

You planned a movie night. Just the two of you.

You’d both been so busy lately, you started to miss his annoying voice and the way he always made you feel right.

As the movie played, you became bored and decided to mess with him a little, just enough to get a reaction.

“Heeey,” you utter, laying your leg on his.

He grinned, showing the dimples you adored so much on him.

But as you started to snuggle up even more and chose to playfully ruffle his messy hair, he became serious.

His hand gently gripped your wrist halfway, and your smile dropped.

“Do you not realize what you’re doing to me? That’s not fair,” his voice croaked — low, with a dangerous hint.

You became nervous and replied, laughing the awkwardness off.

“What do you mean? I’m just playing with you.”

He sighed, propping himself up on top of you, which knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“I’m not the little boy anymore who took these things as innocent gestures. Please acknowledge me as a man. And if you were to do that with every man while being so oblivious… I would rather keep you locked up. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t deny the way that made you feel — more than it should.

[bananastarlo]

Hi! How are u doing? Hope ur doing fine, it's been 3 days since the last time u posted. Take care sweetie 💖

Aww, thank you so much for checking in! Things have been a little busy lately, but I definitely want to start writing again soon!

Please take care of yourself as well. Sending hugs, sweet soul 🩷

[bananastarlo]

“Order up! With an extra tip on the side!”

Tw: NSFW MDNI, yandere pizza deliverymen x bimbo reader! Dubcon, sexual transactions, food tampering, obsessive/posseive tendencies, cum eating, handjobs,

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yandere! Pizza deliverymen who fight over the rotations in who’d get to deliver to their favorite regular customer, and receive a special tip in return.

You always had a craving for pizza so you got to know most of the delivery staff for YanSlicers. They only accept cash for payment at the door, to which you forgot about half the time.

So you’d always be so embarrassed going up to the door with insufficient funds. As you had difficulty handling cash and figuring out the percentage of tips and whatnot.

Bottomline is you sucked at math, even the basics. So the nice deliverymen would always offer you an alternative.

One day, you didn’t have enough and the youngest pizza delivery man showed up leaning at your frame door panting out of breath.

Oma had won the ticket lottery to come to your address. And despite being pulled into a minor scuffle by his sore loser colleagues. Which left him looking like he came outta a car wreck.

He just boyishly grinned at you as if he wasn’t wearing a torn uniform, a head wrap bandage, and a dozen hello kitty bandaids slapped across his face.

“Oh I can already tell! You must not have enough this time either huh cutie pie?” Oma sounded so elated that you couldn’t even pay him. As if he didn’t work to get paid to begin with, and only does it to see you.

His sweaty hands were already fumbling with the buckles on his pants. Knowing the drill you got on your knees looking bashful as but determined to get that box of hot pizza.

“Aweee you look so damn adorable when you get on your knees for me~ we trained you up real good.” He gushed, with a heavy flush on his cheeks. Eyes blown wide staring down your cleavage. “C-can you do me a favor and take out a slice for me?”

Oma was the most tame, when it came to alternative payments. Or was mainly scared that if he fucked you like the others, he’d make a fool outta himself.

Since he knew the moment, he’d attempt to penetrate inside that juicy cunt of yours. He’d seen from pictures and videos his colleagues sent in the group chat that he’d bust a fat nut instantly.

You opened the box he handed to you, smelling the lovely aroma of melted cheese, fresh toppings, and toasted bread. Making you salivate before you held the slice up for him to aim at with the tip of his cock.

“Now lend me your other hand, uh huh that’s it keep pumping me just like that and squeeze it real tight.” He was always so vocal about what he wanted from you to make him feel good. And he relished in how obedient you were.

His length was warm, and slimy twitching in your hand. He helped in guided you to fap it faster and squeeze tighter around his thick girth.

Damn his knees were already starting to buckle, which was understandable as he’s been erect. Pathetically palming at himself the whole car ride to your place.

His tongue lolled out as his hips stuttered into your enclosed fist. Small dollops of precum dripped onto the pizza slice. “You’re doing amazing honey, just one more favor, tell me I’m your favorite. That you love it when I’m the one knocking at your door. Please?”

Oma always was a stickler for being praised and wanted by you, as your favorite deliveryman.

He wanted to rub it in his colleagues face, tell them that their adorable regular adored him the most.

While he may get ganged up on and possibly get stomped on by his jealous coworkers. Nothing would ever break his inflated ego which came from your cute voice telling him he’s the best.

You really did enjoy how needy he was and continued on praising him with a sweet smile on your face. He was just so charming when he was an sniveling overstimulated mess.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m cumming sweetness, this love sauce is just for you! T-take it all for me!” He whined, head tossed back using your hand to jerk off his shaft furiously, till his mushroom tip spurted ropes of his hot jizz all over your face and the pizza slice.

You continued to stroke him, even when his hand left yours. Making sure to coax all of his extra love sauce onto your slice. Making him curl his toes and squirm while biting his lip.

“Haa, thank you. I— shit I need to take a picture.” Gods, you drove him wild he got so flustered looking at you. That He nearly dropped the phone he was fishing out of his pockets.

“O-okay uh smile for the camera baby, need a clear shot so I can mount this moment on my wall—I mean mark it for a delivery well received!” You merely gazed up at him, making him groan from how slutty you looked with his baby batter, sticking to your cheeks.

Fuck his dick was rearing up for more again, and really it didn’t help when you bit into the cum covered slice giving a peace sign.

He didn’t have much time left, before the others would rally up and complain about him going over the time limit of delivery.

Oma shakily exhaled, clumsily angling his phone to take a momento of this transaction.

It was a procedure they said that was required of them to do, to make sure you get more points for your VIP membership.

Funny thing is they never had a rewards membership program to begin with being a new franchise. They just needed an excuse to spread their photos of you in the group chat. And gloat about who left you marked up as theirs the most.

But you didn’t have to know that.

[bananastarlo]

The way I would buckle under anything yandere nerd would say >.<

“Yes master” type shi

seriously love that character, keep it up <3

Oh yeah, he would totally make you say that just to get you flustered:

Holding your chin up, smirking as he teases you: "I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say, baby? Say that again."

Thank you for reading my story! I’m so glad you love yan nerd as much as I do! ❤️

[bananastarlo]

Just discovered your account and I'm already obsessed!!😭🫶 Omg

Aaaa thank you sm, that's so sweet! ♡∇♡

[bananastarlo]

yandere!loser voice actor x gooner!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, loser!yandere, stalking

most guys who start posting boyfriend asmr videos on youtube don't do it for the love of the game. well-adjusted individuals who have a high-paying job and a fulfilling life don't wake up one day and decide to talk to a microphone and post it on youtube.

yandere!loser voice actor has none of those things. he was laid off at work, no friends, no hobbies, lives in a basement. what's that 4chan term? "NEET"? that's what he is, a NEET -- not in education, employment, training.

he's doomscrolling on twitter one day when he sees a thread where people are thirsting over clips of a voice actor. curious, he checks out their content, and falls into a rabbithole. apparently these "voice actors" make decent money from this ?!

and when he comes out of the rabbithole, well, he decides to try it out for himself.

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listening to boyfriend asmr youtube videos every night before bed is basically a religious routine for you at this point. feels like you've listened to every single voice actor out there, until a brand new channel pops up.

0 subscribers. this is their first video.

huh.

you give it a listen, and it definitely has the clumsy qualities of a first-time video: he stammers constantly, his voice goes monotone at times... but it's definitely not the most awful thing ever! you leave an encouraging comment:

this was really fantastic! keep it up!

when he sees someone watched the video, he’s thrilled!!! woohoo!!! his first viewer!!! he excitedly responds to their comment with a simple “ty!!!”

he gets to work making his second video, and eagerly waits for them to respond. to his pleasure, they do :)

this kind of back and forth continues for a while. as two videos turns into forty videos, and 0 subscribers turns into 28k subscribers, he still looks for this one person’s comment. his first fan. and so encouraging too!!!

one day he’s doing field research (watching other people’s boyfriend asmrs to figure out ways in which he can improve) when he sees his loyal fan in the comment section of some other video.

the comment reads, “loved this, you have a pretty voice <3 loved the premise, nice job. ur my fave asmrtist!! hehe”

huh????? wasn’t HE your favorite voice actor?

he tries not to get too upset. maybe his audios just don't.. satisfy you?? he scratches his head and forces himself to listen to this audio that you loved so much.

it’s really dumb. stupid, really. the video is titled “asmr yandere stalker kidnaps you,” and, well, that should tell you everything you need to know.

he takes it upon himself to shift his scenarios to be more… yandere? damn, he didn’t know you were a freak. still, it’s not that hard. a lot of the “acting” is coming from the soul.

he uploads his own take on this trope you seem to like so much, and as always, you’re the first commentator:

“wow, fantastic audio! ate this up! this might be my favorite audio of yours ever!!! your voice gave me butterflies >_<"

he slouches in his chair, rereading the comment over and over. the basement is dark, as always; the only thing that hides his bright red ears.

he screenshots this comment and adds it to his folder with all the other comments you've left. this one might be his favorite, though; you've never been this praiseful before.

he keeps it up. it's not that much effort, anyways. he just yaps into a mic, makes kissing sounds with his hands, and you eat it up every time. he's half-convinced that if he locks in and makes better yandere-themed audios, you'll stop listening to all those other asmrtists and pick him.

but at the same time... how can you expect him to be satisfied with just words on a screen?

lucky for him, your youtube handle is the same as your twitter handle, and your instagram handle, and all of the sudden he's piecing together information about your life. of course, you don't have to worry; he's never gonna interact with you irl and prove a nuisance -- how can such a lovely person like you love a degenerate basement dweller like him? if u really knew what he was like, well, then.

sigh.

it's just nice for him to know the name of the person he dedicates all his audios to, isn't it?

one mistake is all it takes, though.

he accidentally drops your full government name in the middle of an audio ("...and you, i swear to god, are never getting away from me...").

you reply with "???" and he tries to play it off. (can you even blame him??? it was in the heat of the moment, damn.)

"sorry gang, my partner has the same name as you! hope it didnt freak u out too much ahaha"

by the looks of it, it did. you've stopped watching his videos, removed them from your playlists, and from the looks of it, distanced yourself from the asmr audio community as a whole.

what the heck. he just wanted to make you smile.

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about yandere nerd who saw someone else talking to you. Now you're paying the price.

You see him in the hallway, quickly avoiding his gaze as he continues to stare at you from a distance with piercing eyes, making you blush.

But when a boy comes up and tries to talk to you, he gets bold, approaching you and wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist.

“Back off, she’s mine,” is all he says, his voice sultry with possessiveness.

Then he takes your hand and storms off with you.

“Who are you thinking about right now, hm? Is it him?”

You don’t answer, the shame of the situation you’re in making you want to shrink back. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Answer me!” he demands, as he spanks your ass while you’re bent over his knee. The loss of pleasure as he stops pumping his thick, long fingers into your dripping pussy, paired with the sudden sting, leaves you heavy with arousal as you squirm in his lap.

“N-No, you’re all I think about, p-please,” you desperately mewl, attempting to rub your aching clit against his knee, causing enough friction to stimulate yourself as your thoughts begin to fade, chasing your own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans. “You know, it’s really hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and desperate on my legs, only for me.

But you need to learn that you belong to me now.”

Suddenly, he yanks your hair back with one hand, the other keeping you from squirming.

The sound you make as he whispers into your ear, telling you how fucking good you look, is enough to make him cum in his own pants.

“Aw, look at this, I made a mess and it’s your fault, baby. But you’ll help me, right? Help me, and I’ll make you feel so good I’ll forget you ever tried to talk to another man.”

Now you’re between his legs, looking up at his veiny, hard cock and the amount of cum leaking out of it. You pant as your own bare pussy starts to pulse and drip onto the floor at the sight of his dick. Your hands shakily wrap around his shaft, earning a needy groan from him.

You sigh in utter bliss at the thought of making him feel good, beginning to lap up his thick white cum like a good dog while gently stroking him, drawing the most angelic and sinful sounds from his throat.

“Y-Yes, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praises as his head falls back, face flushed, his fingers twitching as he grips the sheets. He slowly brings one hand to the back of your head, guiding your hot mouth, while biting the other to suppress his whimpers.

It doesn’t take long—he ejaculates again, and this time, shoots his load on your face, giving him a sight he thought he’d only ever see in heaven.

He needs a moment to regain his composure, huffing heavily.

“C’mere,” he croaks, fully pulling you into his arms, leaving no space to breathe. You oblige, excitement and a rush of heat filling you as your hearts pound against your ribcages, thinking about what he’ll do to you, already anticipating his hot, passionate touch.

“You can use me. You’ve been so good for me, you earned it,” he whispers, shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting your soft flesh.

You moan as your hips stutter against his, drawing the same sound from him.

You try to focus on your own satisfaction as you roll your hips against his knee and glide your aching slit along his big thigh, holding onto his neck to steady yourself. Your whines and puffs begin to increase as your mind blanks, and all you can feel are the intense waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He watches you as you increase your pace, hitting that right spot over and over again.

“You’re doing so good,” he smirks.

As soon as you hear his words, your body reacts—your back arches as you release on him.

He takes you in his arms and cradles you, patting your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you drowsy until you eventually fall asleep in his embrace.

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about yandere nerd who saw someone else talking to you. Now you're paying the price.

You see him in the hallway, quickly avoiding his gaze as he continues to stare at you from a distance with piercing eyes, making you blush.

But when a boy comes up and tries to talk to you, he gets bold, approaching you and wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist.

“Back off, she’s mine,” is all he says, his voice sultry with possessiveness.

Then he takes your hand and storms off with you.

“Who are you thinking about right now, hm? Is it him?”

You don’t answer, the shame of the situation you’re in making you want to shrink back. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Answer me!” he demands, as he spanks your ass while you’re bent over his knee. The loss of pleasure as he stops pumping his thick, long fingers into your dripping pussy, paired with the sudden sting, leaves you heavy with arousal as you squirm in his lap.

“N-No, you’re all I think about, p-please,” you desperately mewl, attempting to rub your aching clit against his knee, causing enough friction to stimulate yourself as your thoughts begin to fade, chasing your own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans. “You know, it’s really hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and desperate on my legs, only for me.

But you need to learn that you belong to me now.”

Suddenly, he yanks your hair back with one hand, the other keeping you from squirming.

The sound you make as he whispers into your ear, telling you how fucking good you look, is enough to make him cum in his own pants.

“Aw, look at this, I made a mess and it’s your fault, baby. But you’ll help me, right? Help me, and I’ll make you feel so good I’ll forget you ever tried to talk to another man.”

Now you’re between his legs, looking up at his veiny, hard cock and the amount of cum leaking out of it. You pant as your own bare pussy starts to pulse and drip onto the floor at the sight of his dick. Your hands shakily wrap around his shaft, earning a needy groan from him.

You sigh in utter bliss at the thought of making him feel good, beginning to lap up his thick white cum like a good dog while gently stroking him, drawing the most angelic and sinful sounds from his throat.

“Y-Yes, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praises as his head falls back, face flushed, his fingers twitching as he grips the sheets. He slowly brings one hand to the back of your head, guiding your hot mouth, while biting the other to suppress his whimpers.

It doesn’t take long—he ejaculates again, and this time, shoots his load on your face, giving him a sight he thought he’d only ever see in heaven.

He needs a moment to regain his composure, huffing heavily.

“C’mere,” he croaks, fully pulling you into his arms, leaving no space to breathe. You oblige, excitement and a rush of heat filling you as your hearts pound against your ribcages, thinking about what he’ll do to you, already anticipating his hot, passionate touch.

“You can use me. You’ve been so good for me, you earned it,” he whispers, shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting your soft flesh.

You moan as your hips stutter against his, drawing the same sound from him.

You try to focus on your own satisfaction as you roll your hips against his knee and glide your aching slit along his big thigh, holding onto his neck to steady yourself. Your whines and puffs begin to increase as your mind blanks, and all you can feel are the intense waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He watches you as you increase your pace, hitting that right spot over and over again.

“You’re doing so good,” he smirks.

As soon as you hear his words, your body reacts—your back arches as you release on him.

He takes you in his arms and cradles you, patting your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you drowsy until you eventually fall asleep in his embrace.

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

“Next time I visit,” he breathes against your skin, “you better have all the answers ready — so I can make you feel even better, yeah?”

[bananastarlo]

In case you missed part 2 of my little isekai story~

yandere Isekai trope part 2

You’re in his house, chains rattling as you try to shift out of the uncomfortable position of being tied to his bed.

What just happened?   

Still trying to wrap your head around the situation, an uneasy dread settles in your stomach. 

I did everything I was supposed to. So why? Why am I still here, still here— with him?

You fight back the tears threatening to spill, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. 

“Darling?“

No…

When he caught you, there had been something very wrong with his eyes. They were beautiful and glinting with a newfound emotion — but if you looked long enough, you’d see how lifeless and hollow his soul truly was.

Now, as he enters the room with careful steps, his eyes hold the same look they had when you first met him.

Like he hadn’t done what he did. Like he hadn’t…

He crouches down to your level. As you shuffle back as far as the chains allow, hurt flashes across his face. Without another word, he reached out and gently cradled your head in his hand, sighing. He held it like he was afraid you’d break under his touch. You could feel his fingers trembling as he closed his eyes, trying to comfort himself in touching you.

They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.

They will love me!

He had to repeat these words in his head like a prayer, wishing that if he repeated them enough, heaven would answer and grant him his wish.

He started crying, his hands now grabbing onto your face with so much force, that it started to hurt. “You will understand one day, that I had to do this! I had to do this for us! She wouldn’t leave you alone! She would have ruined what we had!“

You scoffed. “She didn’t do anything. Why wasn’t it me?! It should’ve been me.“

His eyes grew wide as he started to comprehend the words that were just coming out of your mouth.

“Why not you?! How could I ever, ever hurt you?! You are my angel! You were sent from heaven to be with me! How could I ever do something like that to you, when you were so nice to me?! No one has ever shown me what love feels like until you showed up…“

“That’s not love.“

“Yes, it is! 

How can this not be love if you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep?

How can this not be love if every time I speak to you, my heart begins to pound so fast that I can hardly stop myself from pulling you closer?

How can this not be love if I try to seek you in every room I go to?

How can this not be love if your face haunts me, and I would do anything for you!?”

Shit, this guy has officially lost it.

He desperately sobbed.

“Please look at me; I can’t stand it when you don’t look at me.“

As he clutched at your shirt, you endured the process. 

The calmer he became, the less threatening he seemed, you thought, as you brought your own hand up to gently stroke his hair.

His breath hitched as he wore the expression of a kicked puppy.

Eventually, he started to calm down and even fell asleep on top of you. 

He must’ve been really exhausted after throwing such a tantrum.

You liked him better this way, anyway. Now, being asleep he didn’t look like he could ever hurt a fly, so peaceful in his slumber.

But you know better.

You have to get out of here as soon as possible, but how? Should you try further to console him, in hopes he would start to change? Or are you doomed now because of what he did to Lola? Is there any way I can restart and try again? 

These thoughts consumed you as you started to get more and more drowsy, eventually falling asleep. 

GAME FAILED.

Beep Beep Beep

You awaken from your sleep. Stretching your limbs, you are startled to see you’re not in your own room. 

Where am I?

That’s when a screen appears before you:

“In order to leave this place, you must get along with the yandere of this universe and identify—plus avoid—their darling. Good luck again, and don’t get yourself kidnapped or killed.“

Again? Have I been here before? You certainly don’t remember a thing. What a strange place.

If the screen isn’t lying, I’m surely not dead, right? So I can return home. 

A yandere, you scoff. 

What is this, some kind of bad otome game? 

Well, better do as the screen says.

As you stand in front of a classroom, you start to feel a certain familiarity with this place. You can’t quite wrap your head around it, but it feels like you’ve been here before. 

Soon enough, a boy enters the classroom, as you take your seat somewhere in the back. As you stare at him for a few seconds, your heart begins to pound so fast, you fear you might die of shock. 

You tumble to the floor, your hand clutching your heart.

“A-Are you alright? Here take my hand.“

Helplessly gasping for air, you take his hand. He places your arm over his shoulder as he carries you to the nurse‘s office.

As he places you down on the bed, you both wait for the nurse. But all of a sudden, the pain starts to fade from your body. 

“Oh! The pain has already stopped!“

“Really? I’m relieved. You really stressed me out there.“ 

He smiled at you. It was a comforting smile that held a lot of warmth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t know what happened back there“, you reassured him. 

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again, my angel.“

Huh?

Author's Note: Thanks to Anon for the inspiration!

[bananastarlo]

Yandere Killer x Detective Reader 

I WANNA TEAR YOU APART 

✰ Yan!Killer who started killing for fun

✰ Yan!Killer who is considered a genius, never leaving behind any evidence and deliberately confusing detectives

✰ Yan!Killer who wasn’t interested in you at first — after all, you were just another detective, as stupid as the others

✰ Yan!Killer who is impressed with how far you’ve come, trying to figure out who is behind all these murders

✰ Yan!Killer who is not scared of getting caught, instead feeling thrilled every time you get closer to finding him

✰ Yan!Killer who starts playing with you, crossing paths with you on purpose, bumping into you on the sidewalk

✰ Yan!Killer who makes announcements on live TV just for you, making other detectives suspicious of your relationship with him

✰ Yan!Killer who is determined to watch you break over his case, so he can take you in with open arms

✰ Yan!Killer who just LOVES to watch you struggle with his case, considering his case your first dead end

✰ Yan!Killer who starts to feel the need to kill people to gain your attention

✰ Yan!Killer who starts leaving you messages at crime scenes, messages meant only for you~

Warning: NSFW!

✰Yan!Killer who can feel his dick twitching, every time he hears you say his killer name on TV with those pretty lips

✰ Yan!Killer who feels shivers crawling up his body, at the thought of you saying his real name

✰ Yan!Killer who dreams of you catching him, getting close to him, and putting handcuffs on him, waking up with a full hard-on

✰ Yan!Killer who gets just as little sleep as you, but for very different reasons

✰ Yan!Killer who tries to get closer to you, his god complex shooting through the roof when you didn’t suspect him to be the killer at all

✰Yan!Killer who sees you at a bar late at night, drinking your worries away. You’re just so lucky he offers his body to you tonight as a relief 

✰Yan!Killer who feels your beating heart and soft flesh under him, wanting to taint it with blood — the thought driving him crazy 

⚠️ This is purely fictional and meant for entertainment. This behavior is not meant to be romanticized. 

[bananastarlo]

Good, Lola deserves peace! And I can totally see reader/player have bad headaches and deja vu moments that border the sense of like "prophecy/predictions". How involved do you think the game is? Do you think it cares about Luca basically being a glitch? Or it just has one set goal and that's having the game be completed the right way

Also, yayyyy, many smooches to Luca, I love you king 🙇

-🐶

I agree, poor Lola has suffered enough already!

As for the game:

I think it does not care AT ALL. Think of it like an emotionless robot that is just trying to complete its task, with zero empathy and zero mercy.

[bananastarlo]

Yandere Killer x Detective Reader 

I WANNA TEAR YOU APART 

✰ Yan!Killer who started killing for fun

✰ Yan!Killer who is considered a genius, never leaving behind any evidence and deliberately confusing detectives

✰ Yan!Killer who wasn’t interested in you at first — after all, you were just another detective, as stupid as the others

✰ Yan!Killer who is impressed with how far you’ve come, trying to figure out who is behind all these murders

✰ Yan!Killer who is not scared of getting caught, instead feeling thrilled every time you get closer to finding him

✰ Yan!Killer who starts playing with you, crossing paths with you on purpose, bumping into you on the sidewalk

✰ Yan!Killer who makes announcements on live TV just for you, making other detectives suspicious of your relationship with him

✰ Yan!Killer who is determined to watch you break over his case, so he can take you in with open arms

✰ Yan!Killer who just LOVES to watch you struggle with his case, considering his case your first dead end

✰ Yan!Killer who starts to feel the need to kill people to gain your attention

✰ Yan!Killer who starts leaving you messages at crime scenes, messages meant only for you~

Warning: NSFW!

✰Yan!Killer who can feel his dick twitching, every time he hears you say his killer name on TV with those pretty lips

✰ Yan!Killer who feels shivers crawling up his body, at the thought of you saying his real name

✰ Yan!Killer who dreams of you catching him, getting close to him, and putting handcuffs on him, waking up with a full hard-on

✰ Yan!Killer who gets just as little sleep as you, but for very different reasons

✰ Yan!Killer who tries to get closer to you, his god complex shooting through the roof when you didn’t suspect him to be the killer at all

✰Yan!Killer who sees you at a bar late at night, drinking your worries away. You’re just so lucky he offers his body to you tonight as a relief 

✰Yan!Killer who feels your beating heart and soft flesh under him, wanting to taint it with blood — the thought driving him crazy 

⚠️ This is purely fictional and meant for entertainment. This behavior is not meant to be romanticized. 

[bananastarlo]

That's so adorable and I love him!

About Lola! Is she okay? Like 1, Is she just a regular NPC? And 2, she's still okay, mentally, right? Like she's not having some horrible trauma over remembering being murdered? Did here memory get reset too?

Oh!! Speaking of, why was reader/player's memory reset? Is the game picking favorites? Or perhaps bugged? ahhh! I can't, I don't wanna keep picking at this bc it was supposed to be a one shot, and don't know if you even have this kinda lore thought out for it, but I love this story bc rwarrr! I love isekai stories so much and honestly I haven't seen one this good and simple yet, which could totally just be me missing them lol

Anyways, I'm basically just at your door yapping loudly like a Pomeranian

-🐶

Omg!

I’m super happy you’re so interested, that really makes my day! ♡︎

So, about Lola:

Yes, she’s basically just a regular NPC (sorry, Lola)

Her memory was reset as well, she doesn’t remember anything that Luca did to her. Only Luca seems to somehow still remember the reader.

As for why the reader’s memory was reset:

The game wants the reader to keep trying again and again until they succeed. No memories for now — but maybe the headaches the reader had while seeing Luca were the system trying to warn her? Who knows? It’s a mystery for now!

Again, thank you so much for your kind words, you’re really sweet!

And I’m pretty sure if Luca were real, he’d love you just as much! (And even more) ;)

[bananastarlo]

Like a dog with a bone, I'm back for more!

What kinda yandere is isekai Yan? Like will he stay delusional and force reader/player to love him or is his manipulative and will he use each turn to figure out the best mask to wear to make reader/player fall in love with him willingly?

-🐶

Hello again ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Isekai-Yan is more of the submissive, delulu type. You can literally imagine him drooling over the reader. He WILL break if you’re even the tiniest bit mean to him — begging, sobbing, crying.

So I guess it’s actually easier to manipulate him rather than him manipulating you.

However, if you prefer him to be different, he can change! After all, he just wants the reader to love him no matter what!

[bananastarlo]

I figured and I love that!

I'm poking my nose in again! But is this cons just a one shot? Or will you continue it? Im curious bc, not to over involve myself, but it would be cool if you took either the continuing the story approach, with reader getting kidnapped or like a "game failed, try again" approach, with reader having to start over and over to try and get the right ending to leave

Sorry if this is just a lot of overstepping, feel free to ignore

-🐶

Don't be sorry, your ideas are amazing!

I must admit, I didn’t think of continuing this story. But your ideas inspired me to keep writing a little something. It's not perfect, but I hope you like it anyway.

Enjoy!

[bananastarlo]

yandere Isekai trope part 2

You’re in his house, chains rattling as you try to shift out of the uncomfortable position of being tied to his bed.

What just happened?   

Still trying to wrap your head around the situation, an uneasy dread settles in your stomach. 

I did everything I was supposed to. So why? Why am I still here, still here— with him?

You fight back the tears threatening to spill, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. 

“Darling?“

No…

When he caught you, there had been something very wrong with his eyes. They were beautiful and glinting with a newfound emotion — but if you looked long enough, you’d see how lifeless and hollow his soul truly was.

Now, as he enters the room with careful steps, his eyes hold the same look they had when you first met him.

Like he hadn’t done what he did. Like he hadn’t…

He crouches down to your level. As you shuffle back as far as the chains allow, hurt flashes across his face. Without another word, he reached out and gently cradled your head in his hand, sighing. He held it like he was afraid you’d break under his touch. You could feel his fingers trembling as he closed his eyes, trying to comfort himself in touching you.

They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.

They will love me!

He had to repeat these words in his head like a prayer, wishing that if he repeated them enough, heaven would answer and grant him his wish.

He started crying, his hands now grabbing onto your face with so much force, that it started to hurt. “You will understand one day, that I had to do this! I had to do this for us! She wouldn’t leave you alone! She would have ruined what we had!“

You scoffed. “She didn’t do anything. Why wasn’t it me?! It should’ve been me.“

His eyes grew wide as he started to comprehend the words that were just coming out of your mouth.

“Why not you?! How could I ever, ever hurt you?! You are my angel! You were sent from heaven to be with me! How could I ever do something like that to you, when you were so nice to me?! No one has ever shown me what love feels like until you showed up…“

“That’s not love.“

“Yes, it is! 

How can this not be love if you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep?

How can this not be love if every time I speak to you, my heart begins to pound so fast that I can hardly stop myself from pulling you closer?

How can this not be love if I try to seek you in every room I go to?

How can this not be love if your face haunts me, and I would do anything for you!?”

Shit, this guy has officially lost it.

He desperately sobbed.

“Please look at me; I can’t stand it when you don’t look at me.“

As he clutched at your shirt, you endured the process. 

The calmer he became, the less threatening he seemed, you thought, as you brought your own hand up to gently stroke his hair.

His breath hitched as he wore the expression of a kicked puppy.

Eventually, he started to calm down and even fell asleep on top of you. 

He must’ve been really exhausted after throwing such a tantrum.

You liked him better this way, anyway. Now, being asleep he didn’t look like he could ever hurt a fly, so peaceful in his slumber.

But you know better.

You have to get out of here as soon as possible, but how? Should you try further to console him, in hopes he would start to change? Or are you doomed now because of what he did to Lola? Is there any way I can restart and try again? 

These thoughts consumed you as you started to get more and more drowsy, eventually falling asleep. 

GAME FAILED.

Beep Beep Beep

You awaken from your sleep. Stretching your limbs, you are startled to see you’re not in your own room. 

Where am I?

That’s when a screen appears before you:

“In order to leave this place, you must get along with the yandere of this universe and identify—plus avoid—their darling. Good luck again, and don’t get yourself kidnapped or killed.“

Again? Have I been here before? You certainly don’t remember a thing. What a strange place.

If the screen isn’t lying, I’m surely not dead, right? So I can return home. 

A yandere, you scoff. 

What is this, some kind of bad otome game? 

Well, better do as the screen says.

As you stand in front of a classroom, you start to feel a certain familiarity with this place. You can’t quite wrap your head around it, but it feels like you’ve been here before. 

Soon enough, a boy enters the classroom, as you take your seat somewhere in the back. As you stare at him for a few seconds, your heart begins to pound so fast, you fear you might die of shock. 

You tumble to the floor, your hand clutching your heart.

“A-Are you alright? Here take my hand.“

Helplessly gasping for air, you take his hand. He places your arm over his shoulder as he carries you to the nurse‘s office.

As he places you down on the bed, you both wait for the nurse. But all of a sudden, the pain starts to fade from your body. 

“Oh! The pain has already stopped!“

“Really? I’m relieved. You really stressed me out there.“ 

He smiled at you. It was a comforting smile that held a lot of warmth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t know what happened back there“, you reassured him. 

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again, my angel.“

Huh?

Author's Note: Thanks to Anon for the inspiration!