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Yandere king

Hope you enjoy this story, I am feeling really inspired by arranged marriages. I hope you all like it <3

A king who lost his wife during childbirth was fortunate that his child, a son he named Ethan, was safe and healthy. Even after six years, the king remained deeply grieved by his late wife's passing. His council urged him to remarry to ensure a good alliance between kingdoms.

The king finally decided to arrange a marriage with you, a royal from a distant kingdom that had recently allied with him for protection. From the moment you met, he made it clear that this marriage was merely an arrangement, nothing more. Your dreams of a loving husband were shattered by his words. All you were asked to do was stand by his side during events; there was no need for a child, as Ethan would be his successor.

The wedding was grand and festive, yet both your and the king's expressions were grim, more akin to a funeral than a celebration of love. The king did not consummate the marriage and chose not to sleep in the same room as you. Your only wish was to return to your country and see your loved ones again. The servants and people were kind and welcoming, clearly feeling sorry for you.

One day, a small child ran into you. Knowing the king had a son, it didn’t take long to realize who the child was. Ethan had run away from his studies again. When he saw you, he apologized, flustered. Since his birth, Ethan had been raised primarily by the castle's servants. His father interacted with him only during dinner or events, leaving Ethan a very lonely six-year-old.

You reassured Ethan that he hadn’t hurt you, gently combing his hair out of his face. His expression lit up shyly as he asked if you could play with him in the garden. You accepted, finding him to be a polite and sweet child. Truthfully, you were lonely too. As you walked in the garden, you decided to teach Ethan about the different types of flowers and their meanings. To see if he had listened, you played a memory game, asking him to identify the flowers and explain their meanings.

Ethan smiled brightly, begging you to teach him more while holding your hand. Seeing his face full of admiration and curiosity, you couldn’t help but laugh and pat his hair.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, the king had been watching from a distance since you entered the garden. He knew he had neglected his son, interacting with him only on rare occasions. The sadness and Ethan’s resemblance to his late wife had prevented the king from being a good father. But seeing Ethan happy with you stirred something in the king’s heart—a desire to fix his relationship with his son and with you.

It had been a while since the king had walked in the garden. He usually locked himself in his office, discussing various matters with his council. A break would help clear his mind. As you continued playing with Ethan, you didn’t notice the king approaching until Ethan’s smile faded, and you turned to bow to the king.

The king asked the two of you to walk with him. He bent down to Ethan and began to tell him the story of the garden and the secrets it held. Ethan, curious about the secrets, listened intently as the three of you walked deeper into the garden. The scenery was peaceful, and seeing the king interact with his son reminded you of your own family, making you miss the warmth you were used to.

This serenity was broken by a servant coming to take Ethan to one of his classes. Ethan rushed to hug your legs before leaving. Silence enveloped you and the king. Remembering his words when you first met, you decided to excuse yourself and leave the garden before the king could protest.

You didn’t see the king’s smile fade the moment you rushed to leave, or the way he clenched his fist in self-anger for his past words and behavior with you. What he experienced that day gave him the determination to have the family he always wanted. To fix his relationship with you, he knew he needed to start over.

And what better way to start over than to consummate your marriage? Maybe you could even have a second child. This time, he would make sure nothing would tear his family apart.

Death will not do you part.

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Yandere incel

Helloooo, I hope you are all doing alright <3 here is a small story enjoy xoxo

Incel yandere, who has had a huge crush on you since they saw your profile on social media, finally found the courage to send you a friend request. They exhibit extreme otaku behavior, but directed towards you. They have a body pillow with your image on it, taken from your account, and keep all the pictures you've posted on their computer, even printing them out to have them nearby at all times. Naturally, they use these pictures multiple times a day for personal gratification, as you are hotter than any 2D character—because you are real.

They love keeping the 4chan and Reddit communities updated on your actions and activities. If anyone dares to insult you or call them creepy, they are not afraid to use their hacking skills to blackmail or dox those "normies."

Incel yandere works in the same company as you and discovered this while scrolling through your social media account. They wonder how they have never seen you before. They don’t talk to you but stalk you throughout the day. Instead of staying in their office, they follow you whenever you take a break with colleagues, writing down any information about you—what type of coffee you drink, your schedule, and more.

They create Pinterest boards with your outfits to publish on Reddit and 4chan, wanting everyone to know how cool you are on a daily basis. The worst part is their smugness, imagining people being jealous of them for being so close to you and knowing so much about you. They have a poster of you near their bed that they kiss every night before sleeping. They also look at it while masturbating, feeling as if you are watching them enjoy themselves while thinking about you.

You start receiving strange gifts and sometimes money in your bank account, always signed "Your number 1 fan <3." Sometimes you receive letters with obsessive content or disturbing gifts like lingerie and sex toys, accompanied by notes saying that using them would make them so happy.

Eventually, you reject their advances. At first, you accepted the letters, but as they became more disturbing and you started receiving gifts, you went to the police and installed a camera on your doorstep. You deactivated your social media accounts and erased any information about you online. You even asked your boss to work from home, and after showing the letters and pictures of the gifts, your request was approved. You throw away everything they send you.

Incel Yan becomes completely insane upon seeing your rejection. After everything they have done for you—sending gifts and money, and putting you on a pedestal—they complain to their community, calling you a bitch and an ungrateful brat. They send you death threats and insults anonymously via email and letters. It is only when one of their followers suggests that maybe you are just playing hard to get, and that sometimes "no" means "maybe," that they reconsider.

You haven’t explicitly told them you didn’t like their attention and gifts, so maybe you are just testing their devotion. Well, it is time for them to show you how determined they are. They fix all the items with your face and body that they destroyed during their mental breakdown and put everything away, keeping them like precious memories. If you want a challenge, that’s alright; they will show you.

Once you are inside their home, they will have all the time to prove they deserve to be by your side.

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Yandere prince

Here is another arranged marriage story x) Yes arranged marriages and isekai stories have been stuck in my head for a while.

Hope you enjoy the story / story idea !

In a realm where royalty and duty intertwine, you find yourself in a predicament.

Forced to marry, you reject every suitor presented to you, always finding a flaw. Too arrogant, too cold, too childish, too ignorant—each one fails to meet your standards. The latest candidate is dismissed as merely a playboy.

Your parents plead with you to at least read the proposal letters that flood your chambers. "You don’t need to decide right away," they implore, "but at least give these candidates a chance!"

You, however, refuse to even glance at the letters. As soon as your personal maid hands them over, they are consigned to the flames. "Why waste time reading them when you know you will reject them anyway?" you argue. "I am not ready to marry yet!"

Frustrated, your parents decide to take matters into their own hands. If you won’t choose a partner, they will choose for you. After all, parents know best.

The next day, you angrily confront your parents. "What do you mean I am going to marry a prince? And we are having a meeting tomorrow?!"

The king looks at you with a stern expression. The usually sweet and understanding ruler, who often yields to your pleas, has finally decided enough is enough. The kingdom’s well-being is at stake, and marrying you to a prince is the best way to forge an alliance between two powerful realms.

You insist, begging to be allowed to choose your own partner. You promise not to burn the letters anymore and to give each candidate a fair chance.

Unfortunately, everything is already set in motion. The wedding preparations are underway, the letters sent, and the responses received. "You will marry the prince your parents chose for you, and that is final," the king declares.

Pacing around your room, you devise your next course of action. If you want the wedding called off, you need to convince the prince to reject you.

That’s it! You will act horribly during your date with the prince, ensuring he will never want to marry you.

The day of the date arrives. The prince, a striking figure with red hair, blue eyes, and a face full of freckles, is received by your parents. You have asked your maid to keep you informed of the prince’s arrival and the happenings in the castle. Meanwhile, you remain in your room, determined to make the prince feel unwanted. Step one: checked.

Your parents, growing embarrassed, send multiple maids to fetch you, but each returns empty-handed, reporting that you refuse to meet the prince.

Smiling, the prince decides to take matters into his own hands. He knocks on the door and, despite being refused entry, enters the room with grace. Introducing himself elegantly, he expresses his joy at finally meeting his future partner. You, sitting by the balcony, ignore him completely. Step two: checked.

Seeing no response, the prince tilts his head thoughtfully.

Of course! You must want to go for a walk in the garden. He takes your hand, places it on his arm, and leads you outside, smiling all the while, oblivious to your struggling form by his side.

As you walk through the garden, the prince looks genuinely happy, despite your glare. You complain about the strong scent of the flowers, the sun burning your eyes, the heat, and your fatigue. Step three: checked.

With all these steps, you are certain the prince will leave you alone and call off the wedding. So why, you wonder, are you standing at the altar in a wedding dress, with the prince looking at you with hearts in his eyes?

It seems that no matter what you do, this sweet prince will not give you up for anything in the world.

Little do you know, the prince has been obsessed with you for years. He first saw you at a ball your parents threw to help you choose a partner. After witnessing your rejections, he knew you two were meant to be. He, too, had rejected every candidate, convinced that you were a match made in heaven.

"Don’t worry," the prince whispers, "I will give you anything you wish for—except your freedom."

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Yandere fairytale prince

Helloooo <3 I am busy with university right now, so I am sorry for not posting as much as I used to. I am working on different stories but my progress is quite slow with the workload and the stress so I am posting a small headcannon type of story.

Also, I accept request if anyone is interested <3 So feel free to give me a request or anything really <3

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story !

Imagine being isekaied into a fairytale from your favorite childhood book—a story about a princess married to a merman. You remember your mother telling you that the princess shared your name.

The two kingdoms have been on bad terms for centuries. Humans portray merpeople as bloodthirsty monsters, while merpeople imagine humans as cruel and vicious creatures.

The princess's beloved father, the king, is very protective and caring towards his only daughter. But after receiving a letter from the mermaid queen, he knows that his daughter has a duty to fulfill to ensure the kingdom's prosperity.

The princess is a brat who hates merpeople and sees them as creatures that should not exist or be interacted with. Despite her young age, she resents the merman prince when her father tells her she is to marry him when she comes of age.

You remember the story ending with the princess running away from her arranged marriage with the help of her brother, who is also against merpeople.

You also remember the merman prince being a very bullied child. His shy personality, quiet nature, and chubby form left him no respite from the bullies. In your memories, he looked forward to his marriage with the human princess, loving the terms "husband" and "wife"—two words that bond two people's souls together.

Even as a child, you never liked the princess's attitude towards the prince, knowing that every time the prince attempted to get to know the princess, she would always ruin the moment or leave. His fish tail only allowed him to watch the princess from afar in anguish.

One day, you find your old book in a box filled with childhood memories and objects. Surprised that after so many years the book seems almost new, and feeling nostalgic, you decide to take it out and read it again.

Going to sleep that night, you think that the poor prince deserved someone better than the princess.

Imagine your panic and surprise when the next morning, you are not in your room but in a completely different bedroom, looking like a child and being woken up by a maid calling you "princess." You look exactly like yourself but are wearing royal clothes.

You must be in a dream, so why not play along and change the story as you always wanted? When the king announces your marriage to the merman prince, you are not upset.

Instead, you reprimand your brother for his discriminatory remarks, justifying your words by stating that this marriage would allow the kingdom a unique alliance that would be quite resourceful and provide protection for fishing and sea travel.

And when you first encounter the merman prince on the shore, you don’t ignore him or shoo him away like the princess did. You listen and talk with him, trying to learn about his culture and traditions while teaching him about yours as well.

For the prince, you are the rarest pearl in the world—the complete opposite of what his comrades describe humans to be. He is certain you are his soulmate and can’t wait to call you... what was the word again? Ah, yes! His wife.

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Yandere stalker

Click. Looking behind you, you see nothing. The street is empty except for yourself. You pull your jacket closer and hurry home. You're almost there, just a few meters left and you'll be safe in your abode. Click. You walk faster. Click. Click. Only one meter left and you'll be okay. Click. You insert your keys and turn them. Click. Entering your house, you close the door behind you as fast as you can and lock it.

You stand still, trying to be silent, paying attention to what or who could be outside. All you hear is your breathing, shaking a little from the ordeal. Sighing, you decide to relax. Whoever was following you must have left. You put your jacket on the back of a chair and take off your shoes, starting your normal routine. First, you go wash your hands, then you change into more comfortable clothes. You turn on your computer and select a video for the day. Right after, you open the fridge and choose some eggs and cheese. Turning on the stove, you start cooking your simple cheese omelette.

Today has been another tiring day. You woke up with an uneasy feeling of being watched. At work, you had to finish important tasks in a hurry and present a project you've been working on for months. And of course, there was the clicking noise you hear every time you go home.

For four months, you've had the feeling that someone has been following you home, taking pictures, stalking you. The police couldn’t do anything since you had no proof, and a feeling of insecurity isn't enough. You don’t understand who that person could be, but whenever you try to catch a glimpse of them, they disappear as if they were a fragment of your imagination. Maybe your family is right; all the stress from work is finally getting to you, and your brain has decided to create these scenarios of a potential stalker watching you every day.

Eating and relaxing always seem to make you forget about the world around you, even now. Maybe if you had been more careful, you would have noticed the open curtains in your living room, the glass on your kitchen table, or even the sound of footsteps behind you, along with the sound of a camera. Click.

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Yandere chubby man sequel

Hi ! It has been quite some time since my last post. I have been busy recently with my work and studies. I am also working on a new projet can't wait to publish it ^^ Anyway here is a small sequel to my yandere chubby man Charles~ Enjoy <3

Previous story -> Yandere chubby man

Also here an AI picture of Charles to give you an idea of what this adorable man looks like <3

Charles awoke with the first light of dawn, as he did every morning. He stretched, his large frame creaking with the effort, and slipped his feet into his worn slippers. The house was quiet as he made his way downstairs, the familiar path to the kitchen lit only by the soft morning light filtering through the windows. T

oday was no ordinary day. Today, Charles would finally have the chance to prove himself to Y/N, the baker who had captured his heart months ago. He hummed a tune under his breath, a smile playing on his lips as he gathered the ingredients for breakfast: eggs, flour, sugar, and milk. He followed the recipe he had memorized, measuring each ingredient carefully into the bowl.

Cracking the eggs was always the trickiest part for him. His strong, chubby fingers weren't made for such delicate tasks, but he had practiced until he could do it without leaving a single shell fragment behind. He whisked the mixture together, his mind wandering to thoughts of Y/N.

He imagined them in his kitchen, wearing his apron—far too big for their slender frame, but charming nonetheless. He pictured himself coming up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist, and kissing their neck, his hands slowing moving down… The thought made him blush, and he shook his head to clear the daydream. With the batter ready, Charles heated the pan and began to cook the pancakes. He stacked them high on a plate, drizzled them with maple syrup, and added a fork and knife.

Balancing the plate in one hand, he made his way upstairs. As he walked down the hallway, he heard muffled noises coming from the guest room. His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had planned this day meticulously, down to the sleeping pills he had dosed precisely, thanks to his chemistry studies in college. He opened the door softly, a gentle smile on his face.

"Good morning, my love," he said, his voice warm and tender. "I hope you slept well. I'm going to let some light in, alright?"

He placed the plate on the small table beside the bed and drew back the curtains, flooding the room with sunlight. Y/N stirred, their eyes fluttering open as they tried to speak, but the words came out garbled.

"It's okay," Charles soothed, moving to block the direct sunlight from their face. "Don't try to talk. The medicine is still affecting your speech. I made you some breakfast. I know they're not as good as yours, but these are made with love."

He ignored the sound of chains rattling against the bed frame as he cut a piece of pancake and held the fork out to Y/N.

"Here, let me feed you. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know. What kind of husband would I be if I let my lover start the day with an empty stomach? Come on, eat up now."

His eyes gleamed with a mix of adoration and something darker, something that hinted at the lengths he was willing to go to keep Y/N by his side.

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Hey everyone ! Hope you all are alright <3 I am quite busy studying right now but I didn't want to leave you without a story, so here it is~

Yandere gobblin

The group of adventurers huddled together at the entrance of the remote cave, their breaths visible in the chilly air. Among them were you, y/n, the kind-hearted adventurer who had once shown compassion to a chubby goblin named Gnash. Unbeknownst to you, Gnash had been following you ever since, his obsession growing with each passing day.

As you prepared to enter the cave, Gnash lurked in the shadows, his round face twisted in a mix of determination and malice. He had overheard your plans to defeat the monster within and saw this as the perfect opportunity to eliminate those he deemed threats to your safety—including your own teammates.

The cave was dark and treacherous, filled with winding tunnels and hidden pitfalls. Gnash, with his intimate knowledge of such places, silently navigated the shadows, always keeping you within his sight. He watched as the adventurers split up to search for the monster, their voices echoing through the cavernous depths.

Gnash's first target was Thorin, the burly warrior who often stood too close to you for his liking. As Thorin ventured down a narrow passage, Gnash struck. He triggered a hidden trap, sending a barrage of sharp stones tumbling down onto the unsuspecting warrior. Thorin's cries of pain echoed through the cave, but Gnash felt no remorse. One threat eliminated.

Next was Lyria, the elven archer whose keen eyes missed nothing—except for the goblin hiding in the shadows. Gnash lured her into a dead-end tunnel, where he had rigged a collapsing ceiling. As Lyria stepped into the trap, the ceiling gave way, burying her under a pile of rubble. Gnash's heart raced with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Another threat gone.

Meanwhile, you and the remaining adventurers pressed on, unaware of the danger lurking in your midst. Gnash continued to stalk you, his mind racing with plans to "protect" you. He led you deeper into the cave, using his knowledge of the dark places to guide you towards what you thought was the monster's lair.

As you ventured further, the cave grew darker and more ominous. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something familiar yet unsettling. You couldn't quite place it, but you pushed on, trusting Gnash's guidance.

Finally, you reached what appeared to be a dead end. The tunnel narrowed, and the walls closed in around you. You turned to Gnash, your voice laced with concern. "Gnash, are you sure this is the way out?"

Gnash nodded eagerly, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Yes, yes. Way out. You follow. Trust me."

You hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to trust him. After all, he had saved you from the monster and the traps. You followed him into the narrow passage, the walls brushing against your shoulders as you squeezed through.

As you emerged from the tight space, you found yourself in a small, hidden chamber. The air was warmer here, and the scent from earlier was stronger. You looked around, taking in the sight of the cozy nest Gnash had created. There were piles of soft furs, shiny trinkets, and even some familiar items—things you thought you had lost along your journey.

Realization dawned on you as you turned to face Gnash, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and possessiveness. "Gnash... what is this place?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gnash's smile widened, revealing his sharp teeth. "Home," he said, his broken English filled with a chilling intensity. "Our home. You stay with me. Forever."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you understood the true nature of Gnash's obsession. He had never intended to lead you to safety. Instead, he had brought you to this hidden sanctuary, deep within the cave, where no one could find you.

"Gnash, no," you pleaded, backing away from him. "I can't stay here. You have to let me go."

Gnash's expression darkened, and he shook his head. "No. You mine. Always. No one take you away."

You tried to run, but Gnash was quicker. He blocked your path, his chubby form surprisingly agile. You were trapped, a prisoner in his twisted world of love and obsession.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself resigned to your fate. Gnash's possessive love knew no bounds, and there was no escape from his dark, suffocating embrace. You were his, forever entombed in the heart of the cave, a captive to his yandere desires.

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I am back with once again a story ❤️ enjoy~

Yandere orc

In a world where monsters and humans coexisted, an orc named Varok found himself navigating the challenges of single parenthood.

He lived with his two young children: Krog, a lively 3-year-old boy, and Lila, a sweet 6-year-old girl.

 After eight years of marriage, Varok and his wife had decided get divorced, leaving him with full custody of their children. The divorce had been a painful reminder of the love and affection he had longed for but never truly received from his ex-wife, who, despite being an orc herself, had always been distant and uncaring. Her lack of warmth and indifference towards their children had often been the source of heated arguments between them.

Balancing his modest salary with the demands of parenthood proved to be a constant struggle for Varok. He yearned for more time with his children and a few precious moments for himself.

Fortunately, his human neighbor, (y/n), stepped in to help one day, offering to watch and care for Krog and Lila whenever Varok had to work late or cover weekend shifts.          (Y/n)'s kindness and willingness to support Varok and care for his family became a lifeline he grew to depend on and cherish.

The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light across the living room. Varok, a towering orc with a rugged yet kind face, sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on the human neighbor who had become an essential part of his life.

They were playing with Krog and Lila, their laughter filling the room with a warmth that Varok had longed for so long.

(Y/n)'s eyes sparkled as she chased Krog around the room, his giggles echoing off the walls. Lila, sitting on the floor with a coloring book, looked up and smiled at the scene, her little face lit up with joy.

Varok watched them, his heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something more intense and darker.

As (y/n) finally caught Krog and tickled him, Varok's gaze lingered on them . He couldn't help but admire the way their hair fell softly around their shoulders, the way their eyes crinkled at the corners when they laughed.

He felt a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness, a feeling that had been growing stronger with each passing day.

Varok stood up, his massive frame casting a shadow over the room. He walked over to (y/n), his steps slow and deliberate. They looked up at him, theirr smile fading slightly as they noticed the intensity in his eyes.

"(Y/n)," Varok said, his voice a low rumble. "I can't thank you enough for everything you do for us."

(Y/n) blushed slightly, their eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "It's no trouble at all, Varok. I love spending time with Krog and Lila."

Varok reached out, his large hand gently cupping their cheek. (Y/n)'s breath hitched,their eyes widening in surprise. "You're more than just a neighbor to us, (y/n)," Varok said, his voice filled with emotion. "You're... you're everything."

(Y/n)'s heart raced as They looked up at him, their mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Varok's thumb brushed gently against their cheek, his touch both tender and possessive. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against their skin.

"I want to take care of you, (y/n)," Varok murmured, his voice a low growl, almost territorial. "I want to protect you, to keep you safe. I want you to be mine, and only mine."

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Heyyy here is a short headcannon I wrote. Hope you enjoy reading it !

Yandere monster roommate

Yandere monster roommate who has been your friend for years and never told you their true nature as a monster. They have been the best in school since you've known them, always top of your class.

Yandere monster roommate who has been hiding their identity since the day they were born, taking the face and body of a human so they could fit in. Good thing they chose an appearance you find attractive; they could always change for you… only for you, of course.

Yandere monster roommate who decided to accept your proposal to be your roommate during university, and now they are still your roommate.

Yandere monster roommate who is terrified that you might find out that they are a monster. Will you run away if you knew? They hope not; they would not want to kidnap you if you tried to run away.

Yandere monster roommate who is such a hopeless romantic, fantasizing about a love story like the Beauty and the Beast. They watched the movie as a child and now they just cannot help but imagine a similar story with you.

Yandere monster roommate who does all of your chores. Don’t worry, they don’t mind. Just focus on your studies or work and relax when you get home. They will take care of everything!

Yandere monster roommate who steals your clothes to masturbate and puts them in the washing machine before you even realize your clothes are gone. You can’t find your favorite shirt? Don’t worry, you probably just misplaced it.

Yandere monster roommate who listens to you talk about your day and makes a mental note to go pay a visit to the people a little too close to you or who hurt you or made you sad. Your boss or teacher made a comment about your work? Funny how that boss or teacher just went on vacation and decided to resign during said vacation…

Yandere monster roommate who wakes up at night to watch you while you're sleeping. They don’t really need to sleep anyway. They love seeing you fall asleep watching your videos or anime. You don’t mind if they cuddle with you on your bed, do you?

Won't you give this sweet monster a chance at love?

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Hello hello, sorry for been absent last week. I wasn't feeling very inspired to write but now I found my motivation back ! As usual I hope you enjoy the story <3

Yandere chubby octopus mermaid

The isolated beach stretched out under the late afternoon sun, its golden sands untouched by human footprints. The waves rolled in gently, their rhythmic sound the only accompaniment to the serene scene. Marina, the chubby octopus mermaid, was hidden among the rocks and seaweed, her scales and tentacles blended perfectly with the surroundings. She had been enjoying the solitude, her keen eyes scanning the shore for any interesting creatures that might have washed up after the recent storm.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the edge of the beach, startling Marina. It was a human, something she rarely saw in this remote location. Her curiosity piqued, she watched as the figure, (y/n), walked slowly onto the sand. (Y/n) looked around, their eyes scanning the beach with a gentle curiosity that immediately captivated Marina.

(Y/n) found a spot near the water's edge and spread out a towel, sitting down with a soft sigh. Marina's heart raced as she observed (y/n) from her hidden vantage point. There was something about (y/n)'s gentle demeanor and soft nature that drew her in, sparking an intense interest she couldn't ignore.

As (y/n) began to look around, their eyes scanning the sand and the shallow water, Marina realized they were searching for something. To her surprise, (y/n) spotted a small, stranded jellyfish that had been washed up by the storm. With a tender touch, (y/n) carefully picked up the jellyfish and walked to the water's edge, gently releasing it back into the sea.

Marina's eyes widened in surprise and admiration. She had never seen a human act with such kindness and care towards a creature of the sea. Her obsession with (y/n) grew stronger with each passing moment. She watched as (y/n) continued to search the beach, their actions filled with a gentle compassion that touched something deep within her.

Marina's tentacles twitched slightly, a sign of her growing excitement and possessiveness. She admired (y/n) from afar, her eyes lingering on every detail. There was something about (y/n)'s innocence and kindness that stirred a primal instinct within her. She wanted to shield (y/n) from the world, to keep them all to herself.

As (y/n) sat down on a driftwood log, Marina's breath hitched. She could almost imagine the softness of (y/n)'s skin, the warmth of their touch. Her thoughts wandered, tinged with a hint of perversion as she imagined the ways she could keep (y/n) close, to make them hers forever. She pictured her tentacles wrapping gently around (y/n), pulling them into a tender embrace, feeling their heartbeat against her own.

Marina's cautious nature kept her hidden, but her obsession grew with each passing moment. She knew she had to be smart, to plan her approach carefully. (Y/n) was too precious to risk scaring away. She would watch and wait, biding her time until the perfect moment presented itself.

The scene was one of quiet intensity, the isolated beach serving as the stage for Marina's growing obsession and (y/n)'s unwitting role in her desires.

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Hello! Hope you are having a good day,evening , or night~ I've decided to write a story inspiré by the game Fallout ! Hope you enjoy it~

Yandere Ghoul

Yandere ghoul wakes up alone after the bombs fall. The place where he grew up, lived and met you is now completely unknown to him. After coming to his senses, he remembers what he used to do...

Flashback

He lived with his family as an only child. Charismatic, funny and caring, Mason had it all, and it showed when he went out for a walk in his neighborhood. He received many declarations of love, but Mason always rejected them. He was looking for a solid relationship with his soul mate, and so far he hadn't found it. Until the day a new family moved into the neighborhood, across the street from Mason's family.

That day, Mason was in his bedroom reading a Grognak the Barbarian comic. When he heard a car in the driveway and voices coming from the house across the street, he couldn't help but glance over at these potential new neighbors. And that's when he saw (y/o), the most beautiful person Mason had ever laid eyes on.

After that, he rushed out to help his new neighbors. His parents had been surprised by how fast he was going, mumbling incomprehensible words. His parents hadn't stopped teasing him after that, calling it “Mason's love at first sight”.

After that, he and (y/o) had gone out several times before getting together.

He loved their laugh every time he told a joke. 6 years of happiness together.

A week after their sixth anniversary together, a Vault-Tec salesman made the rounds, offering places at a nearby shelter. Given the context of fear, Mason's family and (y/o)'s had both decided to pay for shelter in case of trouble - better safe than sorry, as they say.

When the bombs were dropped, panic swept through the neighborhood, people running in all directions, mothers crying with their children in their arms, fathers loading vehicles or carrying their family's belongings, reasoned prayers throughout the neighborhood, everyone running to escape the impact as best they could.

Mason and (y/o)'s families hurried to the shelter, he remembers (y/o)'s face of terror, they had grabbed his hand, afraid of losing him. On the way, Mason recognized his widowed neighbor, struggling to drag a suitcase and child to the shelter. He decided to leave his group to help her, promising (y/o) it wouldn't take long. (y/o) protested, but his mother persuaded him to leave Mason and go with them. When Mason arrived at the gate, the guards had refused him entry. He'd arrived too late, and couldn't keep his promise to (y/o)...

End of flashback

Yandere ghoul who, after waking up alone in what's left of his neighborhood, desperately tries to open the shelter to find you.

Unable to open the shelter, he decides to stay around in case it opens. With what's left of the houses, he creates a makeshift shelter, his favorite object his necklace with two photos of you smiling and happy.

Yandere ghoul to survive and have fun, he decides to travel to other places. It's during these expeditions that he discovers the new factions in the wastelands, and what has become of the survivors. He also discovers the dangers that reign in these lands, from mutant animals to humans eager for blood and violence.

Yandere ghoul, who after several years alone near the shelter, is beginning to notice changes in his appearance. His skin has become rough in some places, he's lost some of his blond hair, and his voice has dropped in the octaves. He's seen ghouls before, but these changes terrify him.

Will you love him still if you saw him like this? He looks like a monster!

Yandere ghoul who, after 80 years of trying to open the shelter and make contact with the shelter, decides that you've probably forgotten him and that you've got a family after all this time...

The thought breaks him inwardly, but time has escaped him. He's completely ghoulified now, who'd want something like him.

Yandere ghoul who wanders the wastelands, never ceasing to think of you, memories together, the sweetness of a past he can never recapture. Like many survivors, he falls into depression, each day seeming unbearable, but he carries on, thinking that ending his days would not be what (y/o) would want.

Yandere ghoul who one day sees a familiar face. Too familiar. He thinks it's just a hallucination, but when he sees the shelter number on the outfit and the person turning towards him, he realizes that the person he sees is his pre-war patner, (y/o).

Although he's overcome by a feeling of happiness at seeing their face, he can't help letting a dreadful thought invade his mind.

“Is it (y/o) or could it be a synth looking like them?

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Hello, here another story ! Hope you all enjoy it!

Yandere Hunter

Caleb had spent his entire life in the forest. He was familiar with the sounds and cries of animals, as well as their movements. But he didn’t expect to hear the footsteps of another human being, and a very beautiful one at that.

It had been two hours since nightfall, and Caleb, cleaning his hunting rifle, was thinking about his hunt the next day. Today, he hadn’t had the luck to catch his prey and had to settle for wild berries and plants, which he cooked into a soup for dinner. Lately, it wasn’t uncommon for Caleb to return empty-handed. During the winter months, animals tend to take shelter in their homes, and most of the plants disappear. Fortunately, there are still some edible plants that allow Caleb to survive for a while.

As he cleaned his rifle, Caleb let out a sigh. What troubled the 27-year-old man most these days was not the lack of food or the freezing cold during his outings, but the overwhelming feeling of loneliness he had been experiencing more and more.

Having never known anything other than the forest and having lived his whole life with his mother until she passed away, Caleb had never had contact with another human being. However, the stories his mother told him as a child gave him hope that one day he too could find his "happily ever after."

Currently, he had been alone for over five years and had not crossed paths with anyone in the heart of the forest. Caleb always left his cabin hoping that one day he might meet someone—an acquaintance, or even better, a potential partner. The more time passed, the more Caleb lost hope of meeting his soulmate, and he began to accept the fact that he would eventually die alone in the cabin, in the middle of nowhere, where no one would ever find him...

That’s what he thought until today. While Caleb was inside his cabin, tending to his weapon and lost in thought, he heard a knock at the door. Surprised, he looked toward the door. Had he imagined the sound? Had solitude driven him mad?

As he questioned himself, a second knock rang out.

“Good evening, is anyone there? I’ve gotten lost in the forest. Could you please help me?”

Caleb stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over, and rushed to the door, opening it with a quick motion, startling the stranger on the other side.

After a moment of awkward silence, the stranger spoke again.

“Sorry to bother you. My name is (y/o). I got separated from my hiking group and I can’t find my way back. Would it be possible to stay the night here?”

Caleb stood frozen, a look of surprise and wonder on his face. This was the first person he had encountered, aside from his late mother. He had never seen, nor imagined, anyone as beautiful as this, with their expression of embarrassment mixed with concern. Caleb felt like he was facing an angel, the mythical creature his mother had once told him about.

In a detached, almost dreamy tone, Caleb stepped aside to let his guest in and said,

“I have a room where you can sleep. Please come in.”

The guest smiled and thanked him with a look of gratitude.

The inside of the cabin was warm, the fireplace illuminating the entire space with an orange glow. Next to it, there was a sofa with an armchair and a coffee table. A table stood three meters ahead, with a rifle resting on top and a chair on the floor. Further on, there was an open kitchen with some herbs in jars. For (y/o), the house was simple, small, but enough for a couple or even a small family.

Caleb watched as his guest entered his home, hoping they would appreciate the interior. For him, (y/o) was his soulmate, and he had no doubt about it. No one would be able to find him in the forest—it had to be destiny!

“Your house is very nice!”

Caleb hurriedly closed the door while (y/o) continued to take in the surroundings. He locked the door and tucked the key into his pocket near his chest. He turned to (y/o).

“Thank you. I’ll show you to your room, please follow me.”

(y/o) turned to him. (y/o)'s host wasn’t very talkative, but when their gazes met, they felt as if they were facing a predator. There was an intensity in his eyes, an emotion so strong, similar to the emotion in the eyes of a husband gazing at his wife.

Caleb walked ahead of (y/o), and they hurried to follow him. He led them to a medium-sized room with a wardrobe, a vanity, and a bed. On the vanity, there were jewelry and women’s accessories.

“Do you live with your partner?”

“No, I live alone. This was my mother’s room.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

The death of his mother had deeply affected Caleb, but with (y/o) there with him, he no longer felt sorrow for her.

“You can make yourself at home, feel free to use the wardrobe and vanity. The shower and toilets are down the hall, at the end on the right, and my room is across from the living room. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“Thank you again, sir...?”

“Caleb. You can call me Caleb.”

“Thank you very much, Caleb. I think I’ll go to bed now.”

Caleb nodded and then left the room, closing the door behind him. Despite what (y/o) might think, Caleb wasn’t going to help her find her group. Destiny had sent him his deepest desire—his soulmate, with whom he intended to spend the rest of his life. When (y/o) had fallen asleep, Caleb quietly opened the door to their room and placed a simple kiss on their forehead.

“Good night, my love.”

Then he closed the door. It had been years since Caleb had been this happy. With a smile on his face, he prepared the supplies he would need in the coming days. If (y/o)’s story was true, there might be others trying to steal his love, and Caleb would never allow anyone to take his treasure.

It was time for him to use his rifle and traps for something other than hunting.

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Hi, Im back with another story. This time I have tried something different, I hope you enjoy it!

Yandere chubby man

Working in a bakery wasn't part of (y/n)'s plans. However, in order to finance her studies, she had to find a part-time job, working three days a week for two days of training. This arrangement allowed her to pay her rent, as well as for her meals, school supplies, and transportation.

Today was just another day, except for a few customers in the morning and at noon. The rest of the day was peaceful, and the bakery was nearly empty.

To pass the time, (y/n) grabbed a cloth to clean the sales counter and sweep the back kitchen. It was then that the bell above the door rang, signaling that a customer had entered.

Hearing the bell, (y/n) went to greet the customer.

"Hello, welcome to 'Baguette of the Day,' how can I help you?"

(y/n) observed the customer. He was a regular at the store. A young man in his twenties with short, curly hair and blue-green eyes. He always looked anxious ever since (y/n) started working there. He replied:

"I-I'd like two baguettes and one strawberry tart, please."

He was a kind customer, with a shy gaze, and only came when the bakery was empty. Round-faced with rosy cheeks, he had a cute face that inspired trust.

(y/n)'s colleagues had informed her that he had been a regular customer for years. His name was Charles, always polite and kind, but it seemed that since (y/n) started, he had developed a nervous stutter and a much more anxious air whenever she was in the room.

"I'll get that for you," (y/n) said with a smile.

Charles’s cheeks turned pink. He looked at (y/n) as if he had just seen an angel.

(y/n) handed him his order.

"That'll be 5.30 euros, please."

Charles handed her the money, and their hands brushed against each other.

"Thank you for your visit. Have a nice day."

As Charles exited the bakery, he looked at his hand that had touched (y/n)'s.

"She touched me~ She was so beautiful, so soft, I love her so much."

Contrary to what (y/n) thought, Charles didn't come to the bakery by chance. He had studied (y/n)’s work schedule so he could visit when she was alone, and the store was empty. As a regular customer, he knew all of (y/n)'s colleagues, and it made him angry that they could talk and interact with her with no trouble, while he, with his round body and chubby face, only dared show himself when she was by herself.

Despite his lack of self-confidence, Charles hoped that one day (y/n) would speak to him, and in his wildest dreams, ask him out.

Every day he checked her social media, followed her on the street, despite not liking to go out, especially on weekends. His house was filled with edited photos of him and (y/n), all of her pictures taken without her knowledge. Some were of her going to work or university, others more intimate, taken during her routine at home, and even more intimate ones that Charles kept in his drawer beside his bed for nights when he couldn't sleep. His favorite one was a photo of a married couple, with his picture and (y/n)'s, and every night before bed, he couldn't help but look at it and whisper, "Sweet dreams, my love."

To Charles, his appearance was a disadvantage, but he was convinced that with time and his interactions with (y/n), he would prove to her that he was the man she needed, capable of fulfilling all her needs and desires, even the deep or strange ones. He was already preparing for (y/n)’s arrival at his apartment, with a pretty room identical to (y/n)'s, chains by the bed, and soundproof walls…

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Hi! I apologize for any mistake in my headcanon, I am Frenchso there might be some mistakes in this story.

I have just decided to write some yandere stories on tumblr and here is my first ever story/ headcanon.

I hope you enjoy it, and please do not hesitate to point out any mistake you notice <3

Yandere soldier who has lost  everything during the war.

His home, his family and his hope

Yandere soldier who comes from a humble farmer family and got recruted to go to war

Bullied by his camarades during trainings and in the military camp for his poor background and his introverted and quiet personality

Yandere soldier who comes back from war after witnessing so many horrors and having killed hundreds of people to survive only to come back to ashes and ruins

Yandere soldier who ends up homeless, no way to get a job, and too traumatized to join the military again

Yandere soldier who attempted to jump off a bridge until y/o arrive and hello him. The first person who considers him and treats like a human being since he lost his family

Yandere soldier who cant help but become obsesssed with you and your kind nature. Always passing the bridge he spends his day on and saying hello

Yandere soldier who starts following you for "your protection", what if someone attacked you on your way home ? He needs to be there to protect you!

Yandere soldier who dreams of a life with you as his wife. Holding you and kissing you, feeling ashamed when he wakes up with a hard on from his wet dreams.

Yandere soldier who gets a job and a small appartment so he can become a better man for you

I mean can you blame his fantasies when you look so beautiful ?

Yandere soldier who will do everything to make sure that his dream becomes reality, now that you gave him hope and a future to look forward to he is never going to let you go