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Hi! so, I'd like to be more active from now on, I would love for you to leave me ideas or suggestions :) sometimes I just go blank and don't know what to write (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰;) eso bye chao (reqs are open btw!) :D

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Just...imagining a Yandere!Bully with a Fem!Chubby!Reader

notes: just getting this out of my head, any spelling mistakes plz let me know:) warnings: fatphobia, dacryphilia, toxic dynamics, not much is said about the reader but hates the yandere.

Yandere!Bully who looked at you with disgust after coming back from vacation.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Yandere!Bully who used to bully you to the point of making you cry and forcing you to do whatever he wanted. He loved doing it, it satisfied him — until now, when he can’t help but observe you from a distance and finds you even more annoying than usual.

Now, running into you means getting completely distracted by your body, which looks so fucking soft that just cornering and pushing you around no longer feels like enough — and that pisses him off.

Yandere!Bully who absolutely hates the way you dress. Fuck, are you not aware of your figure? The way that skirt rides up in the back, and how stupid you are for not noticing. He was this close to yelling at you to change those damn thigh-high socks, the way they seemed to spill the flesh of your thighs makes him lose his mind.

Yandere!Bully who used to see you only as an easy target, someone to vent on. Sometimes you crossed his mind, but not like now — not like when he's trying to fall asleep and can’t get your chubby little face out of his head, or the times he stared too long at your chest while cornering you.

Yandere!Bully who thought that by bullying you even harder, he’d get you out of his head — that he’d finally feel satisfied. God, how wrong he was.

When tears roll down your face again, it feels completely different now: his stomach turns and his chest tightens. He never really thought much about being the reason behind your crying before. But now, with your wrists pinned to the wall after he insulted you, he’s way too aware of it. And he loves it.

Now, Yan!Bully is crueler than ever, pinching your skin and leaving marks so hard that your beautiful tears appear again from the pure pain — and that’s when he stops.

Yan!Bully who once insulted you in front of his friends, and one of them join in — and a rage he had never felt before flooded his entire being. He was supposed to be agreed with that— after all, he lives to torment you — but all he did was punch his friend in the face.

And on one of those sleepless nights because of you, he thought maybe — just maybe — he had always been a little in love with you.

"Fuck that. I’d never be with someone like her" he thought uselessly, trying to shake those thoughts away.

Until the next morning, when Yan!Bully sees you talking to another guy, smiling and laughing at whatever he’s saying. That strange feeling of rage returns — and being who he is, he simply walks over, grabs you, and pulls you away.

"From now on, you’re mine. Got it, idiot?"

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Sabor a Mi (Yandere!Ex-husband x Fem!Reader)

notes: english is not my first language and all that :p if there are any mistakes let me know. warnings: toxic relationships, implicit dub-con, and I don't know what else (just a quickly thought-out idea.)

When you presented the divorce papers in front of his eyes, all you heard was a soft chuckle escape his lips—that damn laugh that once—even now—could bring you to your knees, as captivating as he was himself. He smiled, and in response to your proposal, simply said, “Fine, if that’s what you want.”

Your look of confusion was like a poem written on your face, so much so that he laughed again, with that elegance so unique to him. Given his… possessive and controlling nature, his reaction was the complete opposite of what you had expected.

And a part of you felt deeply disappointed; after all, maybe you wanted him to stop you and makes your body his one last time before you walked out of his life for good. He signed the papers and left. He left you with a bittersweet feeling in your chest, but it was what you wanted: a bit of freedom. You decided to hold onto the good that came from it all.

That was all you were thinking about now that, after five months, you haven’t run into him again, and he hasn’t come looking for you.

— It was all a lie, huh? —you muttered quietly, holding a drink in a run-down bar.

Determined to forget the man you once thought was the love of your life, you finished your drink and ordered another… and another.

— Y/N?

You heard a deep voice that froze you in place—and then turned you to stone when you saw who the voice belonged to. You didn’t even question what someone like him was doing in a place like that.

— W-what do you want?

The tremble in your voice gave away everything you were feeling, and the strong scent of cheap alcohol around you only made it clearer what you were doing there.

You saw his stupid lips curl into a smile, and maybe—it was the alcohol talking—you saw his eyes devouring you, just like you remembered on those passionate nights.

— Y/N, darling, are you drunk? —he asked, feigning ignorance, as if it wasn’t completely obvious. He stepped closer, wrapped an arm around your waist, and touched your forehead with the other, giving you a look of concern that still held that fierce spark deep down.

You felt like you could melt in his arms right then, but the still-sane part of you tried to weakly push him away… and failed.He let you go, but grabbed your hand to guide you out of the bar. Too drained to resist, you barely managed to follow his steps until you reached his car.

— Get in. —he ordered, with such an authoritative tone that it made you want to disobey… and so you did.

— W-why should I listen to you? We’re nothing now. You’re not my husband… not even my boyfriend.

And just as you remembered, he opened the car with an anger and force that frightened you. He shoved you inside roughly and slammed the door shut with fury.

Once inside the vehicle, he spoke.

— Did you really think I’d forget about you, sweetheart?—the nickname made you shiver.

He looked at your trembling body, his eyes dazzled by the sight.

— An eternity could pass and you’d still be thinking of me. You said it yourself—you’re as much mine as I am yours.

Without another word, he kissed you, and this time, you truly melted into the taste of his lips… a taste you hadn’t realized how much you missed. You could feel him smiling against your mouth during the heated kiss, and when you finally pulled away to breathe, the dim light gave you a view that made your knees shake.

— Mine. You’ll always carry a piece of me inside your heart.

Maybe it had been foolish to think you could ever live without him.

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Yanderes who hurt their darling aren’t exactly my favorite thing, but there’s something about a certain kind of cannibal yandere that lives rent-free in my mind. The kind that gently wraps you in his arms while his abnormal teeth hover over your skin, before delivering a brutally strong bite—strong enough to tear away a small piece of you. You cry, of course you do, but soft whispers about how full you make him feel and how perfect you look in that moment make your heart burn more intensely than the wound he's inflicted. He bandage your bruised arms, caress the skin of your face with his thumbs, and give you butterfly kisses on your cheeks. Maybe, being loved so cruelly is not that bad.

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thx for the 100 followers <3

notes: english is not my first language, if there are any mistakes please let me know. warnings: manipulation, dub-con, unhealthy relationships.

Having a good boy (too good to be real) as a friend is... strange. His kind, warm, and slightly anxious nature makes you want to protect him from everything and everyone. He reminds you of a little bunny. What harm could a bunny do in a world full of predators?

You defend him when someone gets too bold, comfort him when he comes with the news that someone made fun of his appearance—again. You tell him how incredibly handsome he is, and how any girl would be lucky to be with him. You don’t notice—or pretend not to notice—how he melts in your arms during those comforting hugs, and ignoring how he breathes in the scent from the curve of your neck. After all, he’s your adorable friend.

The exhausting task of being his friend is... draining. That’s the strange part of all this. Friends support each other and give each other space, but that’s not the case with you two. Want to go out and party? He shows up in your arms, saying he needs time with you, that someone humiliated him again in class. Need to study with your group? He calls, needy, saying he wants to be with you again. He suffers so much for being such a good person—people take advantage of his kindness. His voice slips through the phone in soft murmurs

"Oh... you know, I understand, I just... wanted to spend some time with my favorite person... I guess I’ll be alone again. After all, you’re the only one I need..."

You have a weakness for him—everyone knows it. It’s no surprise that after hearing his voice, you cancel on your classmates and head straight to his house.

It’s no surprise that he manipulates you—whether he means to or not. He only knows that you’re his special girl, the one who’ll be there when he needs someone most. That’s why he isn’t surprised to find you now, on your knees between his legs, savoring him.

All it took was his signature pout and those puppy eyes to tell you how embarrassed he feels that you have experience and he has none, that no girl ever comes close to him. You helped him, under the condition that it would be just that.

But the way you tighten your thighs while working his dick tells him that this won’t be the first—or the last—time something like this happens. After all, he’s just your sweet good boy. What could he ever do to hurt you?

Izuku, Tamaki, Yuuta, Junpei, Armin

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Yandere!Popular boy x Creep!Fem!Reader

Part two of this

notes: i decided to give him a name, it's a bit too short, sorry :( if this contains errors, please let me know. warnings: knife play (cuts), blood, bondage??, sadistic reader, dacryphilia...??

Isaac thought he was completely yours.

You wanted and praised him; in his mind, you loved him and saw beyond the perfect boy that everyone thought he was. You kissed the scar on his forehead that he got as a child, intertwined your hands with his, injured from long training sessions, gently held his face to caress the freckles on it, made his tense muscles relax in your arms, and sweetened his ears with whispers in the form of promises of protection and eternal love. You were perfect.

That’s why it didn’t matter too much to him to now be sitting on your bed, bound by the wrists, immobilized by you on top of him while he bit his lips.

The blade was slowly sinking tortuously into his skin, leaving an open wound; the pain, strangely, felt good. A whimper escaped his throat that his mouth didn’t emit. He didn’t realize how hard he was biting his lips until the taste of copper reached his tongue. Tears clouded the bloody vision on his body, but he refused to shed them. He wanted to fulfill all your fantasies; he wanted to be just as perfect for you as you were for him, he wanted you to mold him to your measure.

You noticed this and smiled, your classic sinister smile that few had the fortune (or misfortune) to know. You murmured "You’re doing well” before petting his head. And it was worth enduring. His heart swelled with pure devotion and love for you. His skin felt raw, and it was worth it: if that meant receiving your compliments and caresses, it was worth enduring a few cuts for you to officialize him as yours. Now it was not just a thought; it was a real contract that you cruelly signed on him.

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Thinking of aYandere!Popular boy with a Creep!Fem!Reader

Part two: here

notes: english is not my first language, if this contains errors, please let me know. warnings: mentions of dead animals, reader is also a yandere?, mentions wanting to cut someone, stalking, non-con photographs. idk if I miss anything, let me know too.

Yandere!popular boy known for being the richest in the school, yet despite that, he offers a kind smile to everyone. Wherever he goes, he is greeted and invited to all the parties. If you want to boost your popularity level, just a minimal interaction with him is enough. His great size and strength make him ideal for the school’s football team.

Creep!reader surrounded by rumors. who has been seen collecting dead animals for an anatomy research in biology and a serious face what seems strange to everyone; remains unfazed—except when, with an old digital camera and a strange smile, takes pictures of her deceased pets. Others move away when she sits at their table during lunch, excluded from group projects, and make she the target of ridicule. Yet, maintains an unshakable façade of seriousness.

Creep!reader who notices him first. Accidentally walked past the playing field during practice and stared at each student on the team. When saw the brute strength with which Yandere!Popular played, swore her heart stopped for a moment. Now, had a new reason for her lips to curve into a smile.

Started to spent her free time researching him, taking photographs, drawing him, writing about him, and imagining what it would be like to break someone so radiant down into nothing but a puddle of tears and misery.

Yandere!Popular who one day caught you stalking him, taking pictures while he walked home, decided to let you be. Soon, he would find out why you was watching him so closely.

The next day, Yandere!Popular sneaked into your classroom to snoop through your belongings, eventually finding your diary. He flipped through the pages, finding nothing truly interesting—until he came across a drawing of himself alongside several written passages.

"I wish I could get closer to him. I wish I could grab his strong arms and open them up. I wish I could see his beautiful lips twist in pain. I just wish I could have him."

Yandere!Popular heart ignited in a way he could not bear. He had never felt so flattered before. He shut the notebook and tucked it away desperately before rushing to the bathroom.

Locked in a stall, he read and reread the diary, a foolish smile adorning his now deeply flushed face, feeling as if he might cry from sheer emotion. No one had ever taken such an interest in him before. Sure, he was popular and all, but no one ever looked beyond that. But you—

You didn’t just stalk him to get to know him better. You wanted him so much that you wrote about him, drew him so majestically, and, most of all, desired him only for yourself.

Yandere!Popular decided to give you exactly what you wanted. After finding out your address, he skipped school that day to sneak into your room, only to discover that you had his photos plastered all over your wall. His heaving chest could hardly take it.

You were made to worship him.

You entered your room after a few hours, only to find the boy you had recently obsessed over sitting on your bed, sniffing your pillows. You weren’t entirely surprised—you had already noticed your beloved diary was missing and suspected he had caught you in the act of taking pictures of him.

A choked gasp escaped him at the sight of you, and you stepped closer, grabbing his cheeks with one hand, forcing his gaze to meet yours.

The only thing he could manage to say was a sweet:

"Make me yours, please."

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Just imagining Shigaraki playing on his pc with his friends while you are under the desk sucking his cock, you had asked him to please turn off the microphone but he just teased you, he wanted everyone to hear how well your mouth sucked his member and your gagging when you shoved it deep down your throat, sucking his balls as if your life depended on it and kissing his glans, Shigaraki practically saw hearts in your eyes for his cock and when he cum inside your mouth, the first thing he did was take a picture of you without your permission to send it to his nasty friends.

"i got the cutest whore in the world".

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Tomura is really hungry for physical contact, so it's no surprise that when he's inside you he can't help but sobs on your neck for more, with moans saying he feels too good and tears on he's cheeks that you quickly kiss and then dry.

Every onslaught feels like he could die at that very moment. The sound of his hips crashing into your butt floods the room as shigaraki cries, cries for pleasure, cries because he loves to touch you and especially loves you more than anything.