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[labodabi]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐣 × 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

T W : sexual themes, mention of noncon, somnophilia

You were so tired of the daily routine and bustle: sitting in a chair in the office, endless documents and papers, a nasty boss and a non-working air conditioner in the heat. The sight of the gray walls of the office started a nervous tic. You wanted at least some relaxation. To take off the shackles of a stuffy work suit and just relax. Forget about the difficulties of adult life and responsibility.

And you couldn't think of anything better than to put on your sluttiest dress and go to your favorite club. Maybe it's not the most original solution, but it's better than nothing, right?

At first, everything around seemed too unusual. You had been going there for a month already, but for some reason the anxious feelings from this place still did not want to disappear. Loud music pulsating in your ears, neon lighting, a crowd of drunk and dancing people. Among this environment, you still felt out of place. Perhaps, you were embarrassed by your no longer young age in front of a crowd of teenagers. However, the situation was smoothed out once and for all by a glass of strong sweet whiskey with ice. Shot after shot, and your body seemed to soften, became elastic, and all the embarrassment flew away somewhere along with the weathered alcohol. .

Yes, you behaved a little loosely. Even... too loosely. But it's not your fault that the alcohol was too strong and went to your head! Moreover, the music in the club sounded too fiery. And so, you were having a blast. Strong vodka blurred the picture before your eyes, and you no longer noticed the numerous looks: puzzled, cheerful, lustful. Among them was one - a special look. The one that was hidden behind the tobacco smoke, neon light and sunglasses.

He stood behind the DJ booth and ran your show. Slowly and steadily looking at you, savoring your every curve. Every movement, licking your lips dry from the spectacle. Your charming, smiling and drunk face. The short dress, exposing those seductive hips and the cleavage that so teasingly showed the outlines of your breasts - all this almost makes you choke on saliva. Damn, you always did it on purpose.

"What a cheeky girl. Shaking her sexy ass and not even thinking that she's being watched." the guy thinks, trying not to pay attention to the burning pressure in his pants. His hands are shaking, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to synthesize music. He's never wanted to be among the crowd on the dance floor so much. To come up to you and do something, rather than just stand there and stare, as all sorts of bastards practically fuck you with their eyes.

His hands are itching to hit someone. But he can't. Not when no one can replace him yet.

Honestly, the guy was terribly annoyed by the fact that he had been watching you from afar for so long. That he had loved and desired you for so long, while you hadn't even noticed his existence. He was just a DJ - some idiot making music, that's all. No, he wanted more. Much more.

And it seems the gods heard him one day when he was able to be replaced behind the DJ booth. When he came out the back of the club to smoke, but then he spots you. So drunk. So cute and... vulnerable. Just sitting on the pavement with your head down. If that's not a blessing from God, then what the hell is?

It turns out you were upset because you wanted to go home but foolishly spent all your money on alcoholic cocktails. And then he shows up just in time, like a caped hero, to save his damsel in distress! The guy uses his charm to calm you down and gain your trust. Within minutes, he already makes you smile charmingly and laugh again. And he likes it: only he can make you feel better (at least, that's what the guy thinks).

And then he kindly extends a helping hand to you: he offers to take you home. Absolutely free of charge ( because you will have to pay completely differently ). And you agree, give him the address. And either because of naivety or because of drunkenness, but you don’t even have a second thought that getting into a car with a practically unknown guy at night, and even drunk, is not the best idea. No one knows what might be hidden behind this charming, handsome face and good sense of humor.

During the trip, you don't notice how you gradually fall asleep. In addition, you don't notice how the guy, turning the gaze of a hungry predator to you, turns in the other direction. To where your home is clearly not. But that's okay! In his own house, the guy can take better care of you, because he knows where and what he has: a first aid kit, food, water. In the morning, with a guilty smile, he will say that your house was too far away, and you were so bad that there was no other choice but to let you spend the night here.

Isn't that a good reason for you to be around him? So try not to think about the sticky white stuff between your legs, okay?

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this part includes suicide themes. You've been warned.

Yandere poet, who secretly kept hundreds of drafts, covered with your name. He was never going to throw them away.

Yandere poet, who was getting worse with each passing day. He turned pale, lost weight and looked more like a walking dead man. A living corpse, who still walked this mortal earth thanks to you. And the fire in his heart grew stronger, and the poor poet was burning to the ground. The persecution did not stop. It became an ordinary routine for him and for you and the young man. The poet no longer even pursued the goal of bringing you back and conquering you. to himself. There is no goal here. He just... just went to you because he longed to see you. At least once. At least angry and irritated that he came to you again. You repeatedly contacted law enforcement agencies, but they only laughed at you, sighing and saying that this is "true love" and that you are a complete fool, since you call for such reasons.

The yandere poet who once stood before you on his knees, begging you to forgive him and come to his house at least once, completely ignoring the shocked crowd and dirty asphalt. Alas, you showed no mercy.

Yander poet who could endure, humiliate himself and wait forever. He doesn't care what his comrades and society think of him. But the news of your upcoming wedding was the last straw.

A yandere poet who is one day found by his neighbors in his own office, lying on the floor with a gun in his hand and his head turned into bloody mess. A bullet hole is visible on the plastered wall.

Yandere poet who was buried by almost the entire country. He got almost everything he wanted: fame, recognition, love of the people. But he didn't get only one thing... your love.

Yandere poet, who did not leave you alone even after death. He transferred to you an inheritance in the form of a large amount of money received for creative work, as well as a letter. A poem addressed personally to you. Without any metaphors or hints. In it, he said goodbye to you. He said how much he loves you, no matter what. That you are his first and last love on Earth. Oh, and that you should not blame yourself for his death. Only, judging by the plaintive tone of his lines, the man still wanted to evoke in you a feeling of guilt and remorse. After that, your life became a living hell. You went down in world history as a vile and mean woman who destroyed and broke the pure heart of a great mind. And no one cared that for so many years this "great poet" burdened your existence and never wanted to leave you alone. To give you the right to happiness without him.

[labodabi]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡 × 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ( part 2 )

this part includes stalking and suicide themes. You've been warned!

Yandere poet who is determined to find you at all costs. He can neither eat, nor sleep, nor create with the thought that he has no idea: where you are, who you are with and what you are doing. You have completely disappeared from his life. Just as abruptly as you once appeared, leaving a painful hole in the man's soul, which he so desperately wanted to fill with at least something that is somehow connected with you.

A yandere poet who starts stalking you. Finds your place, calls and stands by the door for hours, follows you around shops and libraries. Randomly meets you at every literary event. The man, by the way, doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s following you around. You didn’t care about his apologies, justifications and crazy streams of love speeches. All you wanted was peace. However, the man didn’t even think about giving you such an opportunity, sincerely not understanding why you were asking him to leave. Hell, he’s not even afraid of threats that your boyfriend might give him a few bruises for such intrusive behavior. He with a gentle (read as crazy) smile only answers: "Ah, darling, if only physical pain could be able to calm what I feel..."

Yandere poet, who could literally continue to follow you even with broken bones, soul and the taste of iron in his mouth. If he were not obsessed with you, then it could even be touching. This sweet, timid man was truly sick.

A yandere poet, whose poems increasingly reflect his distraught state. In his early verses about you were filled with innocence, tenderness. Sublime love. But gradually the lines began to acquire a dark, chilling subtext. Instead of tenderness, readers felt a tense chill running down their spines. Between the lines, one can already notice the man's suicidal tendencies.

( I had to make a third part because of the word limit on the blog. It drives me mad )

[labodabi]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡 × 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ( part 1 )

This headcanons includes obessive themes. You've been warned!

I think of a yandere poet from the 20th century. Tall, with sharp and somewhat rough features. With dark circles under his eyes from sleepless nights at his desk and a naturally tired, melancholy expression.

yandere poet, who despite his appearance is bold, brave, passionate and purposeful. He is not afraid to write about the most problematic and disgusting things that are usually kept silent in society. People considered him a fan of attracting scandals and negativity, but the poet ignores criticism: the poet is a divine gift, whose mouth speaks the truth. It is not his fault that reality is so cruel and unpleasant.

yandere poet who could not get recognition for a long time. It sounds funny and contradictory, but no matter how indifferent and sublime he seemed, a banal human need always makes itself known. He just wanted a person who could understand and appreciate him.

A yandere poet who, deep down, is like a sad puppy trying to find shelter in someone. and one day he found you. Too unexpectedly. You, at a literary evening. Smiling, with eyes sparkling with admiration and joy. Applauding his poem, on which he had worked so painstakingly for so many years. He had never blushed so much in his life. The man smiled awkwardly and bowed, muttering "thank you, thank you." And who would have thought that a simple thank you could become the beginning of a fatal end. Most of all for you, of course After a wonderful evening, at night, in the dim light of a kerosene lamp, he thought of nothing but you. Your smile, your beautiful eyes. He was already tormented by insomnia, but now he could not fall asleep until dawn. The thought of you made him feel a powerful charge of adrenaline and euphoria, which dragged the guy out of his warm bed and shouted "Hey, don't sleep! Keep creating and delighting her ears!"

yandere poet, who for a long time could not pull himself together and get to know you in person, despite the fact that you often saw each other at literary evenings, concerts, performances, and so on. You had some strange, inexplicable power that takes away a man's language and any banal communication skills. At such moments, he looked like a complete idiot: standing like a statue, his mouth open, from which not a word comes out. After such meetings, he becomes incredibly ashamed. Burying his face in a pillow, he promises himself not to approach you anymore. But each time he betrays himself, breaking this promise.

yandere poet, for whom you become a muse. You never leave his mind alone and encourage him to create, create and create again. With your appearance in his life, the yandere poet begins a new stage of poetry, consisting mainly of love lyrics. The new collection, which he had to publish himself, was entirely dedicated to one girl who desperately did not want to leave his head. I think you have already guessed who we are talking about. During this period, the poet receives his first fame. yandere poet who finally manages to befriend you. Of course, it was you who made the first move, because he was too scared and shy. But oh, your melodic voice and gentle hands inspired him to write a new poem again. you had so much in common. You discussed important issues in society and the country, literature, history and just everyday routine life. For you it was just a coincidence, but for a man it means so much. He seriously thinks that it is fate. That God himself decided that you were made for each other. And he is literally obsessed with this idea.

yandere poet who always shares his masterpieces with you first. You smile, sigh and admire the sensuality, passion and unimaginable pain that the man puts into each line. And you don't even suspect that the poet experienced all these emotions because of you. The more the yandere poet becomes famous, the more your relationship becomes surrounded by nasty rumors. You are not happy with this, and you try in every way to refute the stories about your "romance" from the tabloids. But the poet himself does not care what these pathetic, superficial cockroaches say about him. It is low of him to even think about it, and he does not have much time for it. What gossip is there when right now his heart is burning with hellish flames, and no one can extinguish this fire, which is growing stronger every day, burning from the inside and leaving incurable scars? You, frankly, do not really like his indifference on this matter. However, the man, gently stroking your shoulders, assures that you should not worry about it: rumors disappear as quickly as they appear.

yandere poet, who has not yet achieved your love, but has already made a whole list of plans for your future together. This list includes plans for a wedding. The poet's head has never even thought that you could love someone else. Next to you, he loses all rationality, puts on pink glasses and does not want to see the truth. because you talk to him so enthusiastically, smile, twirl your hair...what is this if not love? You just don't want to talk about it directly, wanting him, as a man, to do everything himself. And so be it. He will play by your rules But something is wrong. Wait... who were you with at that concert? Who were you blushing in front of, gracefully waving your hand in greeting? Whose letter are you reading with such satisfaction? Gritting his teeth, the man politely asks you about the young man you met at the inauguration. However, in response he only receives more questions. Could it have been an affair on the side? No, he desperately does not want to believe it. You were so close, a happy future awaited you (which he himself invented). There was such a spark between you... did it really mean nothing to you? Was it an empty phrase for you? But it is not so. Your connection was predetermined by the universe. but it seems like there's a glitch in the universe. Poet will soon find out that you're dating another guy. From your own lips. You told him about it one day at his tea table. He almost choked. Judging by the joyful smile and the glimmer of hope in his eyes, you really hoped for his support and congratulations. After all, you are no longer strangers to each other: like-minded people engaged in creativity. How naive. For a long time, he could not say a word. His eyes stared at you, without blinking. His face was completely emotionless. He sat like that for several minutes, like a stone statue. Behind this was a whole fire, which the man could not contain this time.

A yandere poet, whose death grip immediately appears on your hand. Tears well up on his face, and his lips tremble, trying to mumble: "no, this can't be... this is impossible." You expected any reaction from a creative person, but clearly not this. You try to ask what happened, but he ignores the questions, there is no opportunity to pull your wrist away and get up either. The man's other hand, shaking, harshly strokes your cheek. Desperately, as if he is afraid of not remembering how your soft skin feels on his palm. As if he is afraid that you will fly away like a free bird and never return, as soon as he loosens his grip. " no, that can't be...why? Have I really meant nothing to you all this time? "You blink your eyes in fear. "What do you mean!?" He leans dangerously close to you. Your lips are a millimeter away from a kiss. "How can you not understand this? That I love you, after all!!!" Oh, he shouldn't have given in to his anger. His cheek immediately flared up from a sharp and loud slap. Without turning his head in your direction, the poet tries to comprehend what is happening. It hurts not so much from the blow, but from the fact that you left him. Pushed him away. Renounced him. " ..."Sorry. I think I have to go" - the last words chilled his fiery heart. You quickly get up from the chair and, casually throwing on your coat, run out into the street. From that day on, you no longer appeared in his house.

A yandere poet whose whole world collapsed at the same moment. He wastes ink only to write tons of letters of apology. About what an idiot he is, that he made the worst mistake in the world, that he is not enough for such a beautiful woman like you, but still can't help but love you. The man sends these letters every day, but it's all useless. There is no answer. The fire in his heart becomes stronger and stronger, preventing him from thinking and creating. Even from simply breathing. Well, from you... there is not even a cold. Absolute emptiness that drives a desperate poet crazy.

You doomed him to real suffering.

[labodabi]

♡ Yandere Alphabet ♡

Send in a character! bnha or hxh preferably. it will likely take me a little while to finish it up but i am enjoying them so far!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

[labodabi]

hey pookie (≧∀≦) can i request something for a threesome between kang dae-ho x reader x namgyu? they’ve been my current 18+ brainrot for days now omg i need them both (at the same time)

HEY DIVA OMG, of course i will write this bc you asked so nicely

Hard & Soft (Kang Dae-ho/Player 388 + Nam-gyu/Player 124 X Reader Threesome Headcanons)

warnings: smut | not proofread | lowercase intended | threesome | soft! dom dae-ho | rough! dom nam-gyu | praise | degradation | lowkey competitive | oral | marking kink | overstimulation | this is my interpretation of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinion on these characters differs from your own

characters: kang dae-ho (player 388), nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: cheered when i saw you in my inbox, i love, and i mean absolutely LOVE, the way you portray nam-gyu in your writings :) enjoy! i fear i wrote nam-gyu to be kind of an ass but his ego’s at risk half the time here, so i thought it would make sense 😖🙏

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised 

➢ a threesome with dae-ho and nam-gyu isn’t just a threesome. it’s a goddamn contest. both are convinced that the other isn’t loving you right, and they definitely make a point of it

➢ nam-gyu is the more openly competitive one of the two. usually he’ll sneakily make eye contact with dae-ho as he fucks you, all while making snide little remarks. dae-ho’s always got a clap back saved for nam-gyu when he does this though— however jealous seeing you get fucked so raunchily by someone else may make him

“would you listen to that? funny, she didn’t sound like this when you were fucking her”

“yeah, i’m not nearly as rough with her as you are though..”

➢ during foreplay, they’re both trying to make you feel good in different ways. you can tell that dae-ho’s doing it to please you and you only, the way he handles you so tenderly, gently running his hands over your body while your lips collide with delicate grace, being dead giveaways to his motivations. nam-gyu, on the other hand, takes a more possessive approach. his ego is fragile, so it’s almost as though he’s claiming you through dark hickeys and light scratch marks to reaffirm that you’re his.

➢ when you’re fucking them, it’s typically you giving nam-gyu head while dae-ho takes care of you from behind. their banter is almost distracting, but with the little praises from dae-ho woven in you really don’t mind.

“shit man, you need to go easier on her— she’s doing too much of a good job for you to treat her so roughly”

“fuck that, she wants to act like a dirty little whore, that’s exactly how i’m gonna treat her”

➢ if dae-ho’s the one fucking you while nam-gyu watches, nam-gyu will do everything in his power to distract you from dae-ho. this will usually be in the form of him taunting you guys from afar, talking down on dae-ho’s performance.

“c’mon man, you know she likes it rougher, don’t be shy!”

“fuck, this is pathetic. you’d think this was her first time, you don’t have to go so slow”

“don’t tell me you’re actually getting off on this, you’ve had better..”

➢ sometimes, if nam-gyu’s hitting you from the back, dae-ho will be right there to comfort you and tell you how good you’re being. if you’re really acting desperate, he’ll indulge you with a couple kisses

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart. you’re almost there, huh”

“just keep going a little while longer, i can make it worth your while after”

“i know it’s a lot, but you’re being such a good girl— i’m sure he’s very grateful”

➢ you guys go round after round, these two just need to see who can outlast the other— you might get overstimulated in the process

➢ to follow up on that last bit, they take aftercare pretty serious. fighting over who gets to take care of you after all that you just did, spoiler alert: dae-ho usually wins. but regardless, they both have their fair share in praising you on your resilience.

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thank you for reading! sorry if it’s lacklustre, this isnt a pairing i would have written for before this request, but i aim to please! hopefully this is somewhat satisfactory to what you had in mind, however OOC it may be

as always, any constructive criticism/advice for improving my writing would be greatly appreciated and is requested! have a good night/day lovelies 💋

🏷️ : @gongyoosgf @strangelife122 @agornotsworld @kvstjwonnie @marymustdie @kouzih @gabbystinks @pink-apples001 @wonestro @luvlyfandoms @putrescentpoet

[labodabi]

NAMGYU DAEHO 3SUM OR DRYHUMPIMG NAMHYUUUUUUBPLSPLSPLSPLS

you ask and you will receive ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ this also makes me feel good because I got a comment about the dry humping being weird but smh i’m just a girl!! there is also no plot here btw. i am a slut (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (18+)

Being stuck between two needy men wasn’t how you envisioned your night to go. Your dress is thrown into a messy pile, a cacophony of Namgyu, Daeho, and you.

“Please, just, lemme put it inside,” Daeho whined messily, drool from his sloppy kisses coating your neck in a thin glaze, his hickies adorning your neck shining and glistening and burning a flush red under his hot gaze. He’s so eager, sucking dark bruises into your skin, knowing they’ll leave indents, marks and memories of him.

He’s jerking off his needy cock off with his free hand, letting out the throatiest, vocal moans, his fingers slipping up and down so easily due to his previous orgasms.

You tut, shaking your head as you look up at him with wide eyes. He’s practically begging like a puppy. Pre-cum leaks from his tip in small spurts, each one accompanied with a grunt or a mewl.

Namgyu isn’t much better, grinding his boxer-clad cock against the material of your flimsy panties. Each messy rut would have your body shaky, if it wasn’t for Daeho holding you steady in place. He’s trailing his hands down the valley of your breasts, murmuring praises into your neck, sending vibrations right down to your pussy.

Namgyu’s dry-humping you, his face flush against your bare stomach, nipping at the skin as he thrusts back and forth, up and down. Breathing in your scent like an animal as he ruts like a madman. The bed is creaking in a symphony adorned with your croaky, fucked out mewls.

He pulls back (somehow having enough self restraint) and admires the mess of purple bruises kissed against your skin, hungry for more. And then an invisible string is pulling his face towards your panty clad pussy, licking a long stripe against the cotton.

Namgyu is a messy eater. Soon enough your panties are completely soiled through, a mess of your heady arousal and his drool. He brings a heavy hand up to fumble your neglected clit, still hidden away under your ruined panties. Daeho kisses you once more, passionate and sloppy, before turning his attention towards your pussy. Suddenly he’s swatting Namgyu away, who wipes his mouth with half lidded eyes.

Namgyu pulls your panties down your legs, clenching them in a loose grip as he tries to regain his composure, while Daeho lathers 2 of his lengthy digits on your greedy pussy, lapping up your arousal- and then he’s pushing them inside. His skill-full fingers fill you to the brim, hitting your sweet spot with a high pitched whine.

The second your short and sweet whine hits the air Namgyu is shutting you up, shoving your soiled panties into your mouth. He caresses your neck and then shoves the panties just a bit further inside your wet cavern, leaving you speechless, (literally.)

Daeho’s still scissoring his fingers inside of you, back and forth, in and out, rendering you thoughtless. Namgyu brings his rough hand down to once again thumb at your clit with calloused fingers, pinching the small nerve and making you squeal, muffled against the panties, before he resorts back to rubbing in tight, firm circles.

And then Daeho’s speeding up his movements too, and suddenly it all becomes too much when Namgyu holds your clit between two fingers squeezing the bud so deliciously. Your gooey pussy is leaking so much arousal, and Daeho’s doing his best job of pushing it all back into you with each thrust.

And when you finally cum, they’re both eagerly lapping it up out of you, like starved men.

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For some reason I have a headcanon that this type is typical for yandere with creative professions, ahaha. I mean, they know what art is and can truly appreciate all your beauty and divinity. Not some plebeians ( sarc.)

Yandere who's devoted their life to worshipping you. But they're just to shy to admit it, what if you found it creepy? Every morning, the moment they get up? Checking to see if you've posted anything, messaged something, or if something that has to do with you comes up. Always grateful and thankful that you're in their lives- no scratch that- that you've given them the honored privilege of letting them be a part of your life. Every single thought and word meant for you. "Oh you like that little thing? I'll get it for you." And you're trying to tell them it was just a passing comment, meaningless. But they're looking at you like you've said the most crazy thing ever. "What do you mean? Everything you say, do, and feel gives meaning to my life."

+ Yandere who has a whole room dedicated to you. "What am I without you?" Pictures lining every inch of the walls, even on the ceiling. Their drawers filled to the brim with letters and notes all about you. "Hey I didn't know you used a camera?" "Oh! That's nothing, it's just for show." As they're taking it away from you hoping you didn't see what's in the memory card. "Hey, what's in this room? It's always locked. You got something weird in there?" You're teasing, laughing lighthearted, but they're already running to stand before you and the door. "It's nothing! I promise! Why don't we watch that movie you've been wanting to see?" And you're already so eager, leaving them, not noticing how they're holding a hand to their chest, as if they know their heart will spill all those dirty secrets they have.

Secrets all about you.

"How can I worship a saint like you? How can I call myself your devoted worshipper when these filthy thoughts cloud my head, twisting my better judgement. I'm nothing but a sinner trying to stand under your shadow."

[labodabi]

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 × 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

trigger warning: noncon, mention of gore, cannibalism, murder, etc. devil worship and cult

Yandere! Satanist who is a member of a devil worshipping cult. He renounced God who "deceived" him and condemned him to earthly suffering by joining the forces of evil.

Yandere!Satanist who had his fill of sinful life: murders, orgies, expensive alcohol and other occult crap that he must do to appease his idol. He is a sinner who is somewhat tired of this routine, but is no longer able to stop. It is a habit without which life becomes too unbearable.

Yandere! Satanist who constantly seethes with anger and resentment towards the whole world. He radiates a clear negative energy that often repels even other cult members. Therefore, he always feels abandoned and lonely.

Yandere! Satanist you've been watching from the sky for quite some time. You felt his inner pain. You felt that he was just a man who was confused in himself. Who needed help and guidance. After all, he still had a chance to improve, didn't he?

Yandere! Satanist, the first meeting with whom happened in his dream. Even then, what was happening amazed the guy, because usually, except for absolute darkness, in his dreams he did not meet anything. It was something like a green field, washed by rain. On it he stood, all wet. And you. Too light, too pure.

Yandere!Satanist who literally froze like a statue, unable to tear his eyes away from you. You were standing so close to him: lullingly whispering in his ear, touching his rough hands with your soft hands, looking with such tenderness that he might never be capable of.

From within a desperate, animalistic desire to touch you appeared. To grab, to catch, like a small animal. You and the divine light so beckon him, pull him towards you.

But, unfortunately, the sins on his back only ran stronger. It's even funny: is an angel capable of tempting?

Yandere!Satanist who jumps out of bed all sweaty. All flushed, all agitated and… happy? No, it's not just happiness… it's real euphoria. Or even something that can't be described in a single word. As if he had come back to life and blossomed. He remembered every bit of your image, and that only made things worse. Touching his face with a sweaty palm, he felt the heat coming from it, as if he had been scorched by fire. And a crushing weight below the waist, which tormented him more and more.

Yandere! Satanist whose thoughts were occupied with questions about what kind of (lovely) creature could disturb him. Thoughts about you distracted him from his service in the cult, which could not help but irritate him.

Yandere! Satanist you continue to torment with your appearance. And if the guy could then reduce everything to the fact that it was just a figment of his imagination, created by lust and a strange desire, then how the hell can you explain why he sees you outside the windows of their "temple"? On the streets of the forest (in which the entire cult hid)? In the end, he sees you in the reflection of the mirrors!

Yandere!Satanist who once tried to catch you and grab you, but your wings were much faster. Wait…wings?

Yandere! Satanist who was suddenly overcome with the realization that you were none other than the angel himself. But what are you doing next to him? What plans do you have for him?

Yandere! Satanist who becomes paranoid. He senses that you have come at the behest of God to "punish" him.

A Satanist who stays up all night tormenting himself with thoughts of you. He didn't understand what he was feeling: it was fear, and anticipation, and anger, and fascination, and mockery, and lust. The more contradictory his feelings became, the more sin ate him from within. And the more he suffered. And this is clearly not what you wanted.

"Aren't you tired of watching me, winged creature? Oh, I know what you're planning, but I won't let you. You can't break me, you can't destroy me. Satan's protection will protect me from your pathetic lord, I'll make sure of that."

Yandere! Satanist who is burning with the desire to grind you into dust. To catch you, no matter the cost. To take away your power and take you with him to the underworld. Every day this desire controls him more and more. To hell with his comrades, he needs you. Broken. Right here and now. He doesn't care what it will cost. Honestly, he doesn't even fully understand why he needs you next to him, but… The Satanist doesn't care so much. He mistook his insane attachment for a desire to take revenge on a god by taking away his precious celestial being.

Yandere! Satanist who, despite all his fears, couldn't help but feel drawn to you. And that made him that much more obsessed. So dangerous, yet so alluring. Like a sharp blade, beautifully gleaming in the dark. Which beckoned to cut himself on it. Or cut someone else.

he is preparing a beautiful trap for you. Neither wings nor heavens can save you from him and his sinful desires.

Yandere! Satanist you'll regret getting involved with one day. Who knew his bonds would be stronger than the flapping of your wings? And you just wanted to talk to him. Let him know you mean him no harm. His grin almost looks like a smile when he looks at you so arrogantly. From top to bottom.

"Are all angels really that incredibly stupid, huh?"

Finally, you are completely and entirely in his power. Now HE is your lord.

Yandere! Satanist who decides to cut off your wings with his ritual knife. You scream like a frightened deer, hit him, break free in an attempt to fly one last time… but all in vain. He leaned on you with all his weight, twisting your arms behind your back. And with his free hand he was already tearing off your last feathers, without any regret. your feathers felt like the softest marshmallow. and even such a cruel yandere!satanist can't resist taking a few of them with him

Yandere! Satanist isn't done there. He wants to defile you completely, so that God can't take you away from him, ever. And there's no better way to do that than to fuck you right there on the ground, while you hiss and cry, still hoping that the bonds can be broken.

Yandere! Satanist who, during the entire process, involuntarily covers your entire face and neck with greedy, rough, and painful kisses that rip pitiful squeaks out of you. This only made him laugh.

Yandere! Satanist who tastes your sweet tears. He couldn't help himself, you're so beautiful when you cry and moan so loudly from his thrusts. He's sloppy and fast. At this moment he looked more like a real devil than a man. Although… can he really be considered one after this?

Yandere! Satanist who cums deep inside. He finally took all your innocence, leaving his mark on you. However, he is too greedy to think that this is enough. After that, he will definitely leave his bloody initials on your angelic skin. That way, other cult members won't be able to take you away.

Yandere! Satanist who will hide you from the whole world in his "lair". You are now his prisoner, so it would be appropriate to keep you with him in a dark room where almost no light gets through. You will be denied movement, but do not worry, he will take care of you, feeding you with fresh flesh and blood of his victims!

It was too naive of you to think that you could help him. His soul is saturated with sin and darkness, and now you will never see your home. Your sky. Never.

[labodabi]

In terms of a Yandere! Actor, I can imagine a real heart throb of an man who uses his status as a veteran in the industry to spend more time with you, "Just teachin' you the ropes honey."

Full of old Hollywood charm, lantern jaw and dark hair and strong hands.

The kinda guy who encourages you to kiss him just so you can "practice for the camera."

Way richer than you, far more confident, he tells you that dating him will further your career and don't you want that?

But he's also the guy who threatens to ruin your reputation every time you disagree with him. He'll throw a major fuss with the studio executives if he ever feels you're getting too successful on your own, too independent to rely on him.

He's so sweet to you, as long as your talent never outshines his own.

[labodabi]

𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖ᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : This contains non-con, blood and gore, obsession, etc. Be careful if such topics bother you

finished works

❣︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[ It is impossible to fix something that has been rotten from the inside for a long time. ]

❣︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 × 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[ a fatal love story that turned out to be far from poetic and beautiful]

❣︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐃𝐉 × 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[ a little drabble about how dangerous it is to not notice obvious things ]

Upcoming works

❣︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 × 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❣︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 × 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❣︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 × 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫