meiru-sama

[meiru-sama]

Yandere!loser x fem!reader

This story contains: Masochistic yandere, submissive yandere, mean/bully reader, masturbation, bullying, psychological abuse, toxic relationship, sexual themes, NSFW

He always noticed how you would always look at him--- though it wasn't filled with admiration and love. It was filled with disgust and judgement. You would lean on your locker, surrounded by your friends while you all stare at him as he pass. His breath hitched, his palms sweaty while you laughed at him.

Any normal person would consider this as an act of psychological abuse but to him it was psychological pleasure. He loves it, everything about you.

The way your lips would lift into a grin everytime you would make fun of him.

The way you would wrap your fingers around his messy hair, pulling it everytime you sit behind him.

The way you would look down at him everytime you would 'accidently' spill  water all over his work.

The way you would constantly push him out of your way while you glare at him.

The way you would force him to kneel infront of you behind the school with your friends. Slapping him, hitting him and sometimes giving him a 'sorry' peck on the cheeks.

It was making him go crazy, he could feel his pants tightening everytime you speak to him with your low and taunting voice.

He loves having your attention, he loves kneeling infront of you, he loves being humiliated by you.

Though he would hide it behind a facade, he would beg for you to stop, he would fight back and act like he doesn't like it. But all he wants is for you to push him on the ground. Break him until he can't take it anymore.

One day, you invited him to a party in your house. Words cannot express how glad he was, he can't stop thinking about the thought of you wearing a tight dress.

"Wear something nice, kay?"

"If i don't see you tonight, i'll go rough with you for the following weeks."

He almost screamed, he was contemplating if he should go or not. He wanted you rough but he also wanted to see you in your party dress in a freaky setting.

He sighed, as he stared up at your house. It was huge and he could hearoud music inside.

Upon entering the door, he was almost blinded by the colorful lights. He was nervous but luckily you greeted him the moment he entered. He was right, you were wearing a tight dress.

You led him to an empty room, far from the heated crowd and oh-- he loved how it  reeked of your expensive perfume.

You forced him to sit in your bed before rummaging through your drawer to grab a three page of crippled paper.

You told him that you had some plans next week so you wouldn't be able to do your essay project. You sat on the ground, laying your head on his lap. Looking up at him, playfully.

He have always thought about how smart you were---effortlessly always top of the class, reciting without struggles, high scores. It shocked him that you were asking him for help, someone who is second to you.

He nodded, painfully and you noticed it. You smiled when you thought of an idea.

"Maybe you should have something in return."

You stood up, towering over him who looked at you, eyes wide in shock.

"Tell me, what do you want? I'll give it to you."

He couldn't belive what he was hearing. YOU giving him the chance to choose? Wow. He paused for a minute before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Kiss me." Those words slipped out of his mouth like a crime, though it felt good. It held commitment and desire.

You frowned before chuckling. You pushed him in the bed, sliding a knee between his thighs. You could feel his boner.

"You're a freaky one, aren't ya?"

You muttered before kissing him, your hand roaming around his belt thought you had no intention to remove it. You liked teasing him.

The whole makeout session lasted for a good 30 minutes. He was practically moaning between the kiss, panting and grinding on your knee.

"You'll get more when you give me a good essay."

You said before standing up, you then gave him one last smile before leaving him on the bed--- hard and needy.

When you finally left, he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom where he finished your job. He wished it was your hand stroking it right now. He imagined you kneeling infront of him, sucking his soul out like a good girl you are.

[meiru-sama]

“Things They Didn’t Mean”

They didn’t mean to hurt you — but they did. And you started changing because of it. Now they notice… and it’s already different.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

“Watch what you eat,” Ushijima says, voice low, neutral. He’s looking at your tray like it’s offended him.

You smile—a practiced, automatic thing—and laugh it off. “Oh, right. Yeah. Just hungry, I guess.”

He nods. Just once. And that’s the end of it. To him, anyway.

The next day, you bring a salad. You poke at the lettuce with your plastic fork, chew each bite like penance. He glances at your lunch, says nothing.

The day after, it’s just fruit. You peel a clementine slowly, fingers sticky with juice, and avoid his eyes.

Then you stop bringing your usual snack. The one he used to reach over and steal a bite of without asking. The one that always made him smile—subtly, but still. Now your bag is empty. So are you.

By the fourth day, Tendou corners him by the gym doors. “Hey, Wakatoshi,” he says, voice too light. “You realize she’s barely eating, right?”

Ushijima blinks. Still, silent. His gaze drifts toward you—sitting against the wall, water bottle untouched, your eyes vacant in a way he can’t quite name.

That evening, practice ends. The sun is low, gym almost empty. You sit alone on the bleachers, staring at nothing, your fingers curling around the hem of your sleeve.

He approaches without a word, sits beside you like it's instinct. In his hands: two onigiri, wrapped carefully.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he says, eyes on the rice, not you. “I just… I care if you're healthy. Not thinner.”

You don’t respond. Your fingers twitch toward your bag, but fall short. He places one onigiri in your lap, the other in his own hands.

You pick at the rice. Slowly. Cautiously. Like you’ve forgotten how to be hungry.

He doesn’t speak. Just sits with you, quiet, steady. Watching. There’s guilt in the way his shoulders slope. In the way his chopsticks pause every few bites, waiting to see if you’ll keep going.

You finish half. It’s the most you’ve eaten all week.

He nudges the second one a little closer. Not pushing—just offering.

“Please eat,” he says, barely louder than a whisper. “With me.”

And you do.

For a long time, he says nothing else. But his silence is kind now. Careful. And when he finally looks at you, it’s with eyes that say he’s sorry in all the ways words can’t.

SHIRABU KENJIRO

The words slipped out of Shirabu’s mouth like a diagnosis—clinical, cold, final.

And the worst part? You weren’t even fighting.

You had just spilled tea on your notes—weeks of lectures and scribbled diagrams now soaked through and curling at the edges. You laughed, a little sheepishly, brushing at the mess with your sleeve. “Well. That’s my sign to take a break, I guess—”

He didn’t laugh.

He stared at the papers like they’d personally offended him. “You’re not cut out for the kind of future I want.”

You blinked. “…Future?”

He nodded once, distracted, eyes already flicking back to his laptop. “Medicine’s not for people who lose focus. Who make little mistakes.”

You smiled, like it didn’t sting. Laughed, like you hadn’t heard that same voice in your own head on bad days. “Right. Of course.”

That night, you stayed up redoing your notes from scratch. And the night after that. And the one after that.

You started waking up before him. Stopped doodling in the margins of your med books. Stopped humming when you cooked, because every second needed to be productive. Coffee became a meal. Sleep became a luxury.

You didn’t complain. Didn’t cry. Just… shifted. Quietly. Carefully. Willfully.

The version of you Shirabu fell for—the one who teased him while quizzing him on anatomy terms, who wore fuzzy socks to study groups, who once made him a human heart out of Jello just to prove a joke—she was slowly fading.

At first, he liked the change.

The silence. The discipline. The way your pens were always aligned now. The way you never interrupted him mid-sentence anymore.

But then… He noticed.

You never touched him just because anymore. Never made dumb puns over dinner. Your shoulders stayed tense even in your sleep. The music in your world had gone quiet—and he hadn’t realized how much he loved its sound until it disappeared.

One night, he came home late from the library and found you at your desk, fast asleep. Your glasses were still on. Your hand was stained with blue ink, fingertips trembling slightly from too much caffeine and too little rest. There was a cut on your thumb from a broken pen. Your lips were dry. You looked pale—drained, like all your color had been slowly siphoned away.

He didn’t say anything. Just stood there, heart sinking.

And when he touched your hand, you didn’t even stir.

He sat down beside you, swallowing guilt like poison. “I didn’t mean for you to become someone else,” he whispered, the words raw and foreign in his mouth. “I just wanted you with me. I didn’t realize I was asking you to lose yourself.”

His voice cracked. For the first time in years, he cried.

Quietly. Beside you.

Because you were still there. Breathing. Trying. But something in you had cracked.

And he had been the one to make the first fracture.

TSUKISHIMA KEI

That was the last thing he said to you that day. You had just finished gushing about your favorite show—something about parallel universes and time loops and a sad, smiley villain who reminded you of him (your words, not his). You were laughing, hands moving, eyes bright.

And he had sighed, leaned back in his chair, and muttered: “Are you done yet?”

You blinked. Laughed it off. “Right. Sorry. Got carried away.”

He didn’t respond. Just went back to scrolling.

After that, you didn’t talk about your favorite shows anymore. Stopped sending him memes. Stopped rambling in long voice notes that always ended with you laughing at your own jokes.

He noticed, of course. But didn’t say anything.

Yamaguchi did.

“She doesn’t text you stuff anymore, huh?”

Tsukishima scoffed. “Didn’t realize you were tracking my notifications.”

But later that night, alone in his room, he opened your chat. Scrolled through the silence. Past the last thing you sent—a meme, three weeks ago. A stupid one, about dinosaurs and headphones. He hadn’t even reacted to it.

The empty space beneath it felt louder than any rant you used to send.

The next day, he walked past a store on the way home and froze. In the window: a little keychain of your favorite character. The one you wouldn’t shut up about for two whole weeks. The one he pretended not to care about but secretly knew the name of.

He bought it.

He didn’t even think. Just… did.

The next morning, he dropped it on your desk before class. No warning. No note.

You blinked, staring at the tiny figure in your hand. “What’s this for?”

He adjusted his glasses, gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder. “So you’ll annoy me again.”

You stared at him for a beat, stunned. Then your lips twitched.

You didn’t say anything. But that night, he got a message.

[you]: i just rewatched episode 8 again and i need you to understand how emotionally devastating that scene was. also this keychain is SO cute i might cry.

He read it three times. Smiled. Just a little.

(Translation: I forgive you. I missed you too.)

SUNA RINTARO

He had said it offhandedly. Barely looking up from his phone.

You had just sent him a selfie—your hair a little messy, eyes a little dull, but your smile was there. Honest. Tired, maybe. But still you.

And he said: “You look tired.”

You blinked at the screen, lips twitching in a way that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Then replied, “Yeah. Been a long day.”

After that, you stopped sending selfies. Started fixing your hair more before calls. Wore cooler tones. More neutrals. Nothing bright. Nothing bold. Started double-checking the lighting. Your angles. Yourself.

One day you joked, “Better not look tired again, right?” But your voice was too quiet. The kind that curls at the edge of something fragile.

Atsumu noticed it first.

“She doesn’t send you stuff anymore, huh?” Suna didn’t answer. “You told her she looked tired, didn’t you?”

He shrugged. But his thumb froze over your chat. Unread messages: none. The last picture you sent had disappeared after twenty-four hours. You didn’t save it. And you hadn’t sent another since.

The silence in the thread felt heavier than words.

So he stared at his camera for a long second, then sighed and snapped a picture. No filters. No angles. Just him—messy hair, hoodie hood half-on, eyes barely open.

He sent it with a message: “This is how I look when I actually look tired.” “You always look like someone I wanna keep looking at.”

You stared at the screen. Chest aching. Then, finally:

[you]: you're still bad at words. [suna]: yeah. but i’m trying.

And he was. In his own way—awkward, quiet, a little late.

But trying.

(And somehow, that was what mattered most.)

OIKAWA TOORU

You didn’t mean to bother him.

You had only sent three messages. Short ones. Thoughtful, even.

[you]: hey, u free later? [you]: you okay? you’ve been quiet today. [you]: let me know if you need anything. i’ll leave you be. promise.

And then it came. His reply.

Flat. Dismissive. Laced with exhaustion and that familiar edge he gets when he’s overwhelmed.

[oikawa]: you’re really needy sometimes.

You stared at the screen for a moment too long. Then you smiled. The kind of smile you force when people are watching. “lol sorry. my bad.” One last message. That was all.

And then you stopped.

You stopped texting first. Stopped sending him memes you knew would make him laugh. Stopped double-texting, triple-texting. Stopped reaching out at all.

You gave him what he seemed to want.

Space.

He noticed by dinner.

By the time the team wrapped up practice, Oikawa was already scrolling through your messages, rereading old ones like a lifeline. There were no new ones. No “I miss you.” No “Goodnight.” Just… nothing.

He opened your chat three times that night. Typed. Deleted. Typed. Deleted again.

What was he even supposed to say?

Iwaizumi noticed the silence too.

“She’s not needy,” he said while they packed up. “You’re just used to being worshipped.”

That stung.

Because it was true.

Oikawa Tooru had always been admired—on the court, online, in every room he walked into. He thought love looked like attention. He hadn’t realized until now that he’d treated your warmth like a reflex, not a choice. Until you took it away.

Until your silence said everything.

So three nights later, he was standing in front of your door.

A hoodie pulled over his head. Hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He looked small. Not in height—but in guilt.

He knocked. Once. Twice.

You opened it.

Your eyes were tired. Guarded. The space between you filled with things unsaid.

Oikawa’s voice was low. He didn’t even try to smile.

“…I miss your ‘needy,’” he said.

You blinked, lips parting slightly.

“I miss you.”

Still, you said nothing. Just looked at him like you weren’t sure if this was another performance or the real thing.

“I don’t want space,” he continued. “I want your clingy texts. I want the memes. The constant check-ins. The way you send me random thoughts at midnight.”

He looked down at his shoes.

“I want everything. Even the parts I didn’t appreciate.”

Silence.

Then he looked up, eyes raw.

“I only push away the people I care too much about,” he whispered. “And that’s you.”

It wasn’t poetic. It wasn’t dramatic. It was just honest.

For a long moment, you stood there. Then, slowly—quietly—you stepped aside.

He didn’t wait for permission.

He just walked in, shoulders trembling slightly.

You closed the door behind him.

And neither of you said another word. Because this time, he would show you through presence what he failed to express in words.

He came back.

And he didn’t let go.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

It was just a bad game.

He was frustrated. Quiet. His shoulders tight. His jaw locked.

You knew how he got. You didn’t say anything.

You just reached out—softly, gently—for his hand. Not to fix him. Just to say I’m here.

But he pulled back like your touch burned him.

“Don’t touch me right now.”

The words weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be.

You blinked, hand frozen mid-air. Then you let it drop, your voice a quiet crumble. “…Sorry.”

That was it.

You stepped back. Gave him space. And from that day on, you stayed there.

You stopped reaching for him. Stopped brushing your fingers against his sleeve when you passed by. Stopped fixing his hair when it curled over his forehead. Stopped lacing your fingers through his on long walks.

You hesitated now—every time. Your hands hovered near him, never landing.

And Kiyoomi… didn’t notice.

Not at first.

But Komori did.

He waited until the locker room was empty, then slammed his locker shut louder than necessary.

“You told her not to touch you,” he said, arms crossed. “And now she doesn’t. Happy?”

Kiyoomi blinked, confused.

“She flinched when you brushed her arm, Omi. She flinched. That girl used to hold your hand like it was second nature.”

The words hit harder than they should’ve.

Komori left. Kiyoomi sat down, heart unsettled, brain replaying every tiny moment—your hands curled into your lap, your stiff shoulders, the way your gaze flicked to his fingers then away.

It was true.

You were gone, somehow, even while still beside him.

That night—no, early morning—he couldn’t sleep.

He stared at his phone screen in the dark, thumbs hovering. Then:

[sakusa]: i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted.

No typing bubbles appeared.

He didn’t expect them to.

But the next day, he found you outside the gym, hugging your arms to yourself, pretending not to see him.

He walked straight to you.

You looked up, cautious.

He didn’t speak. Not yet.

He just reached forward—and for once, it was him who was shaking—and took your hand. Both of his around yours, like anchoring something fragile.

You looked down at the connection. Then back at him.

His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“I want you close,” he said. “Even when I’m upset. Especially then.”

Your lip trembled.

He held your hand tighter.

And in that quiet moment, on the edge of hurt and healing, you let yourself believe him.

Because sometimes, people push away what they need most. And sometimes, if they’re lucky, they get the chance to hold it again.

KENMA KOZUME

You used to sit beside him.

No words. No noise. Just quiet company while his fingers danced across the keyboard, headset snug over his ears.

You liked being close. He never complained—until one night, between matches, he muttered without looking at you:

“You’re kind of distracting when I’m streaming.”

It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t sharp.

But it stuck.

You blinked. “Oh.”

And after that… you stopped.

You stopped bringing snacks and dropping soft kisses to his temple when he won. Stopped curling up next to him. Stopped humming under your breath or watching from the corner of his screen.

You stayed in your room more.

Quiet. Out of sight.

Invisible.

Kenma didn’t notice at first—too busy adjusting his settings, managing collabs, climbing ranks.

But Kuroo noticed. Over Discord, mid-game, as Kenma sat in silence between rounds, Kuroo muttered:

“She doesn’t bug you anymore, huh?”

Kenma blinked. “What?”

“You look kinda lonely now.”

The words landed like a delayed hit.

Kenma glanced to the side—out of instinct—at the space where you used to sit. Empty. Still.

He stared longer than he meant to.

His fingers paused over the keys. The stream kept running. The chat wondered what happened. But Kenma didn’t move.

Later that night, he found himself in front of your door. A bag of your favorite snacks in hand. Slightly crumpled from how tightly he’d been holding it.

He knocked once. Soft.

You opened the door, eyes tired. Surprised.

He didn’t speak at first. Just held out the bag.

“…What’s this?” you asked quietly.

“Peace offering.”

Your brow arched. “You said I was distracting.”

He looked down, fingers flexing.

“I know,” he murmured. “I was wrong.”

You stayed quiet.

So he stepped forward, placed the snack gently beside his controller on his desk, then turned back to you.

“Come sit with me?” he asked. Then, even softer: “I miss your noise.”

You blinked.

And for the first time in days, your lips curved—just slightly.

He held his hand out toward you.

And this time, when you took it, he didn’t let go. Not even when the game started. Not even when chat noticed.

Because he wasn’t playing to win anymore. He just wanted you back beside him.

Even if you distracted him. Especially if you did.

MIYA ATSUMU

You hadn’t meant to cry.

You didn’t even realize it was happening—until your voice cracked mid-sentence, and you saw the way Atsumu’s expression tightened, not with concern, but irritation.

“I’m not in the mood for your drama right now.”

It hit like a slammed door.

You blinked once. Twice.

Then you nodded.

"Sorry," you said, voice barely there.

And after that—you stopped.

You stopped venting. Stopped opening up. Started smiling too wide, laughing a little too quickly.

"I’m fine." "Just tired." "Nothing big."

You said it so much, you almost believed it.

But Atsumu didn’t.

Not at first—he was too wrapped up in training, in pressure, in exhaustion and ego. But Osamu noticed.

“You broke something, y’know,” he said one night, tossing a towel over Atsumu’s head. “You might wanna fix it before it stays broken.”

That’s what finally made him pause.

And that’s what led him here— To the empty gym hallway, where he found you sitting against the wall, knees to your chest, eyes blank.

You didn’t notice him at first. Didn’t look up. Didn’t flinch.

He walked over, crouched down, and gently rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“…I’m the drama,” he whispered, voice raw. “Not you.”

You stayed quiet.

He clenched his fists. Loosened them. Then tried again.

“Please don’t hide your feelings from me. Ever.”

Your throat tightened.

You looked away, eyes burning, lip trembling—but still, you said nothing.

So Atsumu pulled you into his arms.

Held you there. Not asking for forgiveness, not rushing it—just there.

“I was stupid,” he mumbled into your hair. “I was tired and selfish and I made you feel like too much.”

His voice cracked.

“You’re not too much. I was just too stupid to handle someone real.”

You didn’t say anything right away.

But your hands slowly—finally—gripped the back of his jersey.

And that was enough.

Because this time, he wouldn’t let go first.

KITA SHINSUKE

You were tired. Not just physically, but the kind of tired that settles in your chest and makes everything feel heavier. You forgot to do something small — misplanted a row of seedlings in your shared garden, or maybe you overslept and missed breakfast with him.

He didn’t yell. He never did. Just that calm, steady voice:

“That’s not very disciplined of you.”

No anger. Just disappointment. And somehow, that was worse. It clung to you for days.

You started fixing your posture more, triple-checking tasks, waking up earlier than needed. No more lazy mornings. No more spontaneous dancing in the rain or lying in the grass just to feel the sun. You stopped being soft. You started being… correct.

And he noticed. How your laugh faded. How your hands trembled when you thought he was watching.

It was Aran who quietly pulled him aside one afternoon. They were harvesting. The sun was warm. But Kita felt cold at the words:

“She’s not blooming anymore. She’s surviving.” “You’re so focused on raising standards… you didn’t see her lower herself.”

That night, he found you tending the garden. The same bed you both built together. The soil was dry. The petals curled inward. And so were you.

He knelt beside you silently, heart heavy.

“Discipline matters,” he started. “But so does grace. I should’ve given you more of it.”

You didn’t look at him. Your fingers kept digging gently through the soil.

So he did something rare. He placed his hand over yours. Soft. Still. Sure.

“You don’t need to be perfect… to be precious to me.”

Your breath hitched. And when you finally looked up — eyes glassy, dirt smudged on your cheek — he smiled, just barely.

“Let’s grow softer things. Together.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You’d tried something new. Maybe you curled your hair, tried eyeliner, wore that outfit you weren’t sure about but finally had the courage to put on. You didn’t expect a grand reaction. But you didn’t expect that either.

“You look weird.”

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smirk. Just said it like a volleyball stat: flat. Unthinking. Unfiltered.

You smiled like it didn’t hurt. Went to the bathroom that night and wiped it all off. Told yourself it wasn’t a big deal.

But the next day, you played it safe. No more makeup. Neutral clothes. You toned it down, layer by layer, until it felt like you’d erased something. And he didn’t even seem to notice.

But others did. Sugawara asked Kageyama during practice, teasing but genuine:

“What happened to all those selfies she used to send you? I kinda miss the glitter.”

Kageyama blinked. Paused. Scrolled through his phone that night. Through bright lipstick, messy buns, silly filters, captioned doodles. Gone, now.

And then it hit him.

You’d stopped sending anything. Stopped showing anything.

He found you that night, seated quietly on the porch or your shared bench near the gym.

“Hey…”

You looked up. Tired. Dull.

He sat beside you, awkward fingers twitching on his knee.

“You’re… not weird. I mean, you are, but like. Not—bad weird. Like… your kind of weird. And I liked that.”

You didn’t respond. Just stared ahead.

So he added, softer this time:

“I’m stupid with words. But I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to disappear.”

You swallowed. He turned slightly, desperate and clumsy:

“Please don’t change for something dumb I said. I didn’t realize how much I loved… all of that. All of you.”

You turned to him. Eyes glossy, voice small:

“Then why didn’t you say that sooner?”

He didn’t have an answer. So instead, he reached into his pocket and held out the phone screen — a selfie of you from a month ago.

“I saved this one. I liked your smile here the most.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA

It was something small. You tripped on a stair and instinctively, he caught your wrist, pulling you close before you fell.

Someone whistled. A teammate teased: “Ooh, Daichi, playing knight in shining armor?”

He panicked. Embarrassed. Tried to play it cool. So he shrugged and muttered,

“She’s not my responsibility.”

Laughed it off.

But your smile didn’t reach your eyes.

You’d never expected him to take responsibility for you. You weren’t asking to be saved. But you’d thought — maybe — it was okay to lean. To trust. To fall near him.

After that day, you stopped doing that.

You handled everything alone — even when your hands shook carrying too much, even when your emotions threatened to spill.

No more late-night texts. No more spontaneous hangouts. No more quiet moments walking beside him.

You avoided everyone for a while.

Until Suga found you missing again from another group outing and went straight to Daichi.

“She knows she’s not your responsibility, Daichi. She just thought… you gave a damn.”

That silenced him.

That night, he went up to the school rooftop — the place you always went when you needed to breathe. You were already there, arms wrapped around your knees, eyes on the sky.

He didn’t speak. Just sat beside you. Let the silence ache between you both.

Then finally, barely audible:

“I wanted to protect you. Not push you away.”

You didn’t look at him. You just said, hollowly:

“You don’t have to explain. I get it.”

But he shook his head gently.

“No, you don’t. I didn’t say that because I didn’t care. I said it because I was scared of how much I did.”

You blinked, eyes burning.

“You’re not my responsibility,” he whispered again — but this time softer, reverent. “You’re my person. That’s… different.”

[meiru-sama]

[meiru-sama]

Yandere!stalker x fem!reader

This story contains: cum eating, submissive yandere, sexual themes, stalking.

As long as you can remember, you've always had a little crush on the guy that would often deliver food to your house.

You can't blame yourself, the way he towers over you, the way he looks down at you with the softest smile ever. It was driving you crazy.

Meanwhile, you have no slightest idea of the way you torture him indirectly. The way you also drive him crazy, the way his dick would harden at the sight of you in your oversized top and tight shorts.

It's funny how he would cum into some of the food or drinks that you would order and you wouldn't even notice it. You were such a naive girl, you probably didn't know how he already stalked you for months, watched you everyday and jerked himself off to sleep at the thought of you. He wants to be inside you so bad.

So one night when he got a call from your address, he was quick to deliver your food. Once he arrived, you asked if he was free and would like to hang out with you for awhile. You didn't expect him to say yes.

The next thing you know, your bouncing up and down on his hard cock while he lay on his back. Crying, moaning and begging you to fuck his brains out.

"Y-you feel so good..." he whimpered, his voice shaky and quiet. He gripped your hips tightly, helping you bounce quicker on his fat cock.

"F-fuck!" He moaned, he's close. The sight beneath you sent shivers down your spine. He looked so pretty, all fucked up and pussy drunk.

[meiru-sama]

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[meiru-sama]

Yandere ex-boyfriend x fem!reader

This story contains: Toxic relationship, drugging, alcohol consumption, murder, sexual themes

You just spent a month trying to forget about your boyfriend who you broke up with. You did everything you could just to get him out of your mind. You ignored him, you didn't speak to him and worst you wouldn't even look at him. It's like to you, he was invinsible.

So when did it start? Last month your boyfriend was assigned by his professor to tutor this one girl, your boyfriend couldn't refused sinced a teacher ordered him to. It wasn't a big deal to you at first but your world started to shatter when you saw her kissing him in one of their sessions at the library.

And after that you quickly shutted him down, you never listened to his excuses. Last time he called you 113 times, you never answered any of those phone calls. He did everything to reach you. He went to your house, went to your work, talked to your friends but you would just continue to avoid him. He was getting desperate.

To help you ease your mind, your friend invited you to a party that one of your classmate threw. You almost refused because they mentioned that there will be drinking, drugs and sex. Only, if it weren't for their dramatic beggings. When you finally said yes, they quickly forced you into a tight dress and did your makeup.

Upon arriving at the party, you were quickly greeted by colorful and blinding lights, loud musics and horny teenagers dancing with eachother.

You stayed in the corner while your friend went to the kitchen to get you drinks. Leaning on the wall, you looked around, trying to find familiar faces. You saw some but there was one you didn't expect and hoped not to see tonight.

When you met his already watching eyes, you quickly averted eye contact. You stared at the ground and prayed that he wouldn't approach you or even try to talk to you.

A hand suddenly touched your chin, lifting your head up. You expected it to be your ex boyfriend but it was just one of your good friend. You stared up at him, your startled expression soon turned into a smile.

"Didn't know you'd be here." You started, he just hummed in response, burrying his face to the crook of your neck. You furrowed your eyebrows. He reeks of alcohol and cigarettes. "Let me be your next boyfriend, i know i can treat you better, better than that---- motherfucker...." he whispered between hiccups. You rolled your eyes playfully, lightly pushing him away from you while he just held you tighter.

He continued to murmur sweet nothings into your ear while you laughed, unaware of those eyes that watched you. They were filled with jealousy and anger.

An hour passed, you spent your night dancing and laughing with your friends, sometimes you would drink and currently you are slumped over the sofa next to in-heat couple.

You were starting to feel light headed but you didn't ignore the fact that your ex boyfriend was still in the crowd, you will do everything just to avoid him. Another minute passed, you started to get sleepy, the loud music and the commotion also began to trouble you.

You stood up from your seat, trying to find a place where you can have a peace of mind. You led yourself to an empty hallway, though quiet moans still can be heard.

You opened one of the doors and the scene before you made you shudder, your friend's body was sprawled all over the carpet, their eyes wide and lifeless, their blood staining the cloth beneath them. An hour ago they were just whispering flirtatious jokes in you ear. Now they are lying, dead.

You were about to turn around and call for help but someone suddenly covered your mouth, locking the door behind them before they pushed you in the bed, while still clinging on top of your back.

"I've missed you.." they whispered, their voice low and menacing. You quickly knew it was your ex boyfriend.

You tried to wriggle out of his hold, kicking him, biting him and attempting to scream for help. But he just stayed motionless. "Stop moving." He whimpered in your ear. Though that didn't stop you from struggling but the moment you heard sniffles from behind, you paused.

"Why won't you answer my calls? I almost killed myself because of you." He started.

"It hurts (Y/N), i didn't want things to end up like this, but you're being very fucking difficult." He growled near your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Im hurting while you just dance with another man. What are you? Slut?" He spat, his once soft voice taking a sharp turn. But you couldn't completely process what he was saying, your brain was starting to shut down. You only knew he was mad.

"I wish i could hear what you have to say about this but those drinks sure made you sleepy, baby." He chuckled before planting a kiss on your neck.

"Don't worry, i'll take you somewhere where it's just the two of us. Just me and you--- husband and wife." After his last statement, your consiousness finally slipped away from your being.

You should've known better. You should've known that he was secretly spiking your drink while you talk to your friends, completely unaware of the danger that awaits you.

[meiru-sama]

PSYCHO AND A PSYCHOLOGIST

Yandere x psychologist reader

This story contains: self harm, mentions of suicide,obsession, mentions of attempted murder, yandere x reader.

Being a criminal psychologist wasn't easy, though it was interesting. Entering the minds of criminals, seeing their perspectives and preferences. It was disturbing yet fascinating.

When your company called you to work with another patient. You almost refused, you barely get to rest anymore and you'll probably be needing a psychologist your own. But who were you to refuse? You needed money.

Upon arriving at the prison, you were quickly led to a room where your patient is. Before you entered the room, they warned you about his short temper and his violence, resulting them to tie him on a metal chair. They also told you stories about how he almost broke another therapist skull which made you shudder.

"Call us if you need help." One of the policeman say. You nodded with a smile.

When you finally saw the man that they warned you about, you were almost taken back at how innocent he looked, he looked very vulnerable and he was also pretty. You were amaze by the way he hid behind his facade. But you were no fool, you see through everyone.

The first day with him, he was quiet and often just stared at the ground but you didn't rushed him, you waited until he was comfortable enough to talk to you. And months passed, he really was now comfortable with you.

He would compliment you, he will ask about yourself and there was a time he swore he was gonna marry you when he gets out. Which you though was just an innocent joke.

They said he became soft, behaved well and would often request for your company. They trusted him more than ever to the point when you have another session, they leave him free to move and roam around his room. You were happy that you did another job successfully.

One night, your company emailed you that you will be not working with him anymore. After a month of vacation, you will have a new patient.

The next day, you informed your patient about it. You thought he would take the news calmly but oh, how wrong you were.

Minutes have passed of confronting him, telling him that you already finished your job here. He didn't take what you said very well.

He was now practically screaming at you, cursing at you, throwing the table at you but you were lucky enough to dodge it. Despite his angry shoutings, he was also crying and sobbing like a child never given a chance to eat another sweets.

A minute came before the police suddenly arrived, they tackled your patient to the ground. You almost felt bad, you feel like a mother leaving your child.

"I'll kill myself (Y/N), if you dare leave--- i swear i'll fucking kill myself and it will be your fault. I will die because of you!" He shouted as you left his room, holding back tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

A week after the incident, they have told you that he came back to his old state but much worse. He started to hurt himself again, scratching his wrists, hitting his head against the wall until it bled. All while chanting your name. He was begging for your return.

Would you want to return?

-----OMYGASHHHH IM SO SORRYY, I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG😭😔

[meiru-sama]

How come i like subby boys but also older and mature men😓😓

[meiru-sama]

♡ Senpai !

This sh¡t contains: NSFW, masochistic tendencies, sub!character, dom!reader

You stared at the male infront of you. His face was red and flushed, he was sweating and slightly panting.

"(Y----Y/N)--" He spoke, his voice lingering with lust and desperation while he placed his trembling hand in the top of yours that was was currently brushing his inner thigh. You hummed in response while you playfully rose a brow.

"Yes senpai ?" You innocently asked like you arent stroking his inner thighs and his hard tent.

"Fuck---im supposed to nghh-- ah!" He let out a moan when you palmed his tent, still looking at him with such innocent eyes.

"Gosh, mister president ~ " you cooed while leaning on his ear making shivers run down his spine, he could feel your hot breath hitting his skin.

"What was the answer to the number 7 again? " you asked while glancing at the paper infront of him, he couldn't keep up to what you were saying, he was too focused on your hands stroking him up and down.

The male pushed his foggy glasses up to his nose before taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down.

He was about to open his mouth but a sudden moan came out of his mouth when you pushed your hands harder on his member.

"Mister president ~~" you moaned to his ear and he could feel his member hardening by your sweet moans. "Can we just not finish this ? I just want you to tie me down and fuck me rough~" you cooed before showering his neck with kissed. Oh, those dirty talks, the teasing, tying up, gosh he loves those even though he knew he's the one who'll ended up at the bed. Tied, crying and begging for more pleasure while you look down at him pathetically.

[meiru-sama]

Just founded your blog and already fell in love

Mwuahh! 💋💋💋

[meiru-sama]

♡Yandere femboy x reader♡

This story contains: slight NSFW, stalking, obsession, kind of a jerk reader, forcing your child into something they dont wanna be or do:D.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror with a grin. You look so pretty! Your uniform looks so good on you !

It was the first day of your 3rd year high school and you are so excited to meet your former classmates and teachers, you can't wait for the new chaos and issues that will greet you this new school year!

"(Y/N), come down!" You heard your mom shouted downstairs. You quickly grabbed your bag then placed your phone on your pocket before going downstairs and you were surprised to see a female that seems to be your age and is wearing the same school uniform you are wearing right now.

You rose a brow while the brown haired female averted eye contact with you with a shy blush forming her cheeks. You looked at the women beside her and it was an older women that seems to be her mother.

"(Y/N). this is Miss Kouza and she is her daughter Fina. They moved here just a week ago and you and Fina will be going on the same school so please can you be her friend and help her socialize? She's a shy girl. "

You nodded your head before approaching the brown haired female, she was really pretty. Her long brown hair was tied into two pigtails and her honey eyes that you feel like you could stare forever.

"Hi, name's (Y/N). By the way i believe we should get going now causeee, we'll be late." You said before walking away to go outside the house while Fina followed. You waved Fina's mother and your mother good bye before glancing over at Fina. She was still avoiding eye contact and she was surprisingly pink. Was she that embarrassed?

You grabbed your phone from your pocket completely ignoring Fina's existence to text your friend but minutes had passed and you finally spoke. "You are really pretty." You said, while your eyes landed on her figure that was now finally staring back at you with wide eyes.

"uh--- thank you?" You scoffed. "That wasn't really a compliment. I just want you to stay away from a certain boy." You said, rolling your eyes.

Fina's eyes darkended. But you were unaware of it, ofcourse you always was. You don't even notice eyes watcing your every move since they move here, she always watches you----- no. He always watches you, he have grew interested. He wasn't really a female, her, women or a lady, she was just forced by her lunatic mother who always wanted a baby girl but to her luck, she was blessed by a boy.

Fina glanced at you who was staring down at your phone. He feels hot, gosh. Just staring at you makes him feel hot! He doesn't even know why he likes you so much but he just know that both of you are destined together, he can feel it that the both of you meant to be together. He is yours and you are his, only his .

When you both finally arrived the school, you let out an annoyed sigh when you saw multiple students crowding the hallway.

You unknowingly took Fina's hand before you both tried to squeeze in to the crowd to go to your shared classroom.

"R-- Room 203 right?" You asked while shoving the other students who are blocking your way. "Hm.. yeah--" Fina responded.

When you both finally entered the classroom, you quickly closed the door while panting slightly. You looked around the room then you found your old friend group all together again. You quickly approached them, finally letting go of Fina's hand making him disappointed.

While you were busy on your friend group, Fina was finding a non occupied seat but you suddenly called him making his heart skip a beat. Oh how he love it when you call his name.

His head snapped at your direction and then there he saw you giving him a happy grin. "You should join us !" You said before gesturing him to approach you.

And that's when it started. Your friendship with Fina you werent actually mean because of that first conversation with you but you were actually fun to hangout with just like he expected, you were cool, funny and it was really true you like a certain boy which makes him slightly triggered but atleast he knows you more than that boy do. You trust him more and you are comfortable with him more.

You and Fina were currently on your room, you decided to have a movie night with her and right now you are choosing a movie on your laptop while Fina sat on the edge of your bed watching your face with a genuine smile.

"Okay, okay i found a movie!!" You squeled in excitement. "What is it?" Fina asked. "Have you watched 20th girl century?? Like i was gonna choose a horror movie but we have all night so i want to rewatch 20th girl century right now, first!" You clasped your hands together while your eyes sparkled. Oh my.. he really love that look on your face, you look so happy.

"I havent't watched that but sure if you want." He responded. Your smile grew wider before you jumped off your bed, you grabbed something on your closet and it was your favorite comfortable shirt with a soft pajamas.

"What are you doing?" Fina asked as his face started to grew red while you just started to take off your clothes infront of him. "What? Im changing clothes?" You replied as you slide down your shorts revealing your underwear but you quickly wore your pajamas. "Gosh, dont worry we are both girls or expect you are a lesbian? If you are i could literally take you rn. Kidding" you laughed at your own joke but Fina just stared at you, slightly biting his lips. Gosh, he literally wants to fuck you right now.

"You didn't bring your pajamas with you?" You asked while jumping on your bed. Fina shook his head, his face was still red as a certain image of your underwear and your bra took over his mind.

(I THINK IM GONNA MAKE A PART 2)

[meiru-sama]

[meiru-sama]

MEAN GIRL

GWLB> Girls who like boobies

Fem x Fem!reader

This is just for the gay girls here.

"Fuck.. shawty.." A male muttered under his breath as he stared at a certain (H/C) girl, walking inside the school like a total icon.

You walked inside the school with a strawberry lollipop in your mouth and you wore an iconic sunglasses that covered your eyes as your hair flowed beautifully to your back as you walked through the hallway. All the students staring at you, mouth agape while you just smiled while waving your fingers mockingly at them.

You knew they were amazed at you but you could still feel the others looking at you with so much jealousy and hatred.

You stopped at your trail before putting a hand on your hips, you removed the lollipop on your mouth. "Name's (Y/N) sweethearts. By the way my number's 09**********, just call me if you want a good hook up." You said before flipping your hair, smirking at the sight where some of the students were taking notes of your phone number. (It was actually a psych ward's number)

You were about to go on your walk to find your destination, which means your classroom but suddenly a group of girls blocked your way. They were wearing all pink and you knew they were those bullies at school. You looked at them amused. "You must be the mean girls, need something darlings?" You asked the five females infront of you who just scoffed and gave you a dirty look.

The girl infront of you smiled at you but you knew it was fake but you let it slide cause she was pretty cute. She had Long wavy blonde locks and teal eyes that stared at you almost judgingly.

"Need something sweetheart?" You asked while giving her your best charming smile, she rolled her eyes. "I just want you to know that i am the queen of this hell and i dont want you stealing my place." She simply said while pushing her right hand on your shoulder making you stumble back slightly.

"Geez, chill sweetheart i wasn't gonna." You said, a smug smile still displaying your lips. "Oh yeah? Of course you aren't cause omg coming from you? A girl who wears sunglasess inside." She scoffed. "It's fashion, darling." You replied making her give you another mocking smile.

"Dont call her darling! Call her queen Lylia!" Her brunette pawn said, you looked at her judgingly making her gulp. Your eyes landed back at 'Lylia' with a smile. "Cute name." You commented, not noticing the slight blush adorning her cheeks.

"I know right, but anyways your lucky we are nice enoug invite you to our 20** 1st day of school party. Most of the people in this school is going so you should too." Lylia said, you smiled, while giving her a piece of paper where your original number is written and she gladly accepted it. "sure, text me your address. Here's my number."

You gave her a playful wink before leaving, which she returns with another playful smirk.

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You stared up at the mansion infront of you, it was big and huge. It was filled with teenagers partying and goofing around.

An excited smile made it over to your lips before entering the huge gates of the mansion. You placed your hands on your hips, eyeing everyone that was having fun and trying to find a certain blonde girl but you cant seem to find her.

You were about to walk to explore but someone pulled your wrist. "Hey hottie." You heard a masculine voice, you looked up at them, annoyed.

The male eyed you up and down with a smirk. You were currently wearing a black short skinny dress and a blue leather jacket, black heels and your hair was on loose. "What is it?" You asked, narrowing you eyes on him while you pulled your hand away.

"Chill sweetie, i thought you like hookups." He said as he give you a smuggy look, Gad you just really want to punch him right now. "I fuck pretty boys with big dicks, not a dick. " you said before leaving him, offended.

After you left him you ended up on a crowd with people almost suffocating you with their disgusting smell of alcohol and puke. But luckily someone pulled you away on that crowd and dragged you somewhere. You looked at them then you smiled, seeing Lylia.

She dragged you on an empty garden maybe behind their house and only the two of you were there.

The blonde female let go of your wrist then you leaned on the wall, slightly panting. "Why'd you drag me here?" You questioned while tilting your head. Lylia looked at you, you noticed how beautiful she was right there. She was standing infront of you, the moonlight shining on her face, her teal eyes staring directly at you and her heart shaped lips shining.

You rose an eyebrow then you opened your mouth about to speak but you were surprised when her lips was placed in yours, while she trapped you on the wall with her arms.

Your eyes widened and hers was closed, you knew to yourself you enjoyed it but it was so sudden. You then closed your eyes, feeling her lips on yours.

Before you could deepen the kiss you heard some giggling and snickering. Your eyes snapped open then your gaze landed on a group of girls, it was her pawns taking a video with a mischiveous smile on their faces.

You looked at Lylia again and she was now staring back at you, her eyes sparkling with danger and you could feel her smirk at the kiss. "I knew our new student was a creep." She said, pulling away.

"Roxanne, show me the vi-----" before she could finish her sentence you quickly pulled her on another kiss. Your hands was wrapped aound her shoulder tigthly.

You smirked, "you aren't stopping me. You are enjoying this are you?" You said before you both looked at eachother in the eye, your nose touching hers.

The blonde girl chuckled. "Just shut up and kiss me. " she responded before leaning again for a kiss, ignoring the fact that her pawns are watching with a surprised look written all over their faces before they left to give you both a private making out session.

[meiru-sama]

♡Yandere bullied x bully reader♡

This story contains: masochistic tendencies, bullying, degradation, stalking, obsession, a jerk reader, slight nsfw.

You let out a loud laugh while you stared down at the boy who was on the floor, his face covered with bruises and blood while his things were scattered on the ground.

You leaned down closer on his face with a smug smile. "You idiot. I told you not to tell the teacher or anyone about this shit right?" You hissed while you pulled his brown locks making him groan in pain and pleasure.

"P-promise (Y/N), i promise--- it was not me! It was hannah, she found out about this and she quickly told the teacher about it but trust me-- i didnt want anyone to find out about this!" The male defended, you just smiled at him, tugging his hair harder.

"Oh well Hiro my love, i guess i have to leave you alone now." You shrugged while you let his brown locks free. You stood up from the ground, while you dusted your skirt.

"W--what? No-- please (Y/N) dont leave me alone!" The boy pleaded, while he looked at you with so much desperation.

You just smirked, knowing how you got him wrap around you fingers. You just pushed him with your heels making his back lay on the floor. You placed your heels on his chest while your eyes landed on a book, a yellow book that has writings on it saying. "For my eyes only!"

You chuckled while grabbing it. "Is this some kind of diary, you weak freak?" You were about to open the book but the male underneath you shouted at you to stop as his face started to turn red.

"Are you telling me to stop baby boy?" You rose a brow while the male just can feel himself getting harder when you called him by that pet name.

You opened the notebook and you started to read it out loud but lucky for him, both of you were on the rooftop and no one else was there expect just the two of you.

"Dear diary, it was just a usual routine wake up, get ready for school, study ,get hurt by (Y/N) and sleep. Loser!" You laughed before continuing. "She punched me to the face again but it was harder and fuck it was.... fantastic. I want her to do it again" your smile dropped while you decided to silently just read all of the pages and everything was about you, it even have some images of you! Sleeping, showering, gossiping with your friends or studying.

You threw the diary to the ground, while you stared down at the male, disgusted, who just stared at the diary you threw as tears started to form in his eyes but to be honest you were amused, ignoring the fact that he always stalked you and was jerking himself of every night while thinking about you.

"Well, i knew you were a creep baby boy." Hiro stared at you with wide eyes. Y- you werent mad?? Infact you are wearing a smirk right now! Means.. you like him too?!

The brown haired boy's eyes sparkled with joy and excitement. "Such a dirty boy huh? " you said before removing your heels on his chest making him breath more freely.

"Anyways make a copy of that image where i was sitting on a couch eating a popcorn and on the shower part. I look good on those." You said while giving him a wink before leaving him on the rooftop alone.

Hiro stared at the sky for a moment before letting out a laugh, his cheeks were still hot and red, his thing still hard.

It was unbelievable, he couldn't believe it!you were interested with him too? You were completely fucking unstable and a lunatic like him too?

(I think im gonna re-write this, im so fcking sleepy rn)

[meiru-sama]

♡ Yandere demon x reader ♡

This story contains: Obsessive behaviour, gore, violence, neglection.

You stared at the sign infront of you with a smile. It says "Summer class workshop". A friend of yours asked if you could help them teach or guide the kids and having a heart for kids you agreed!

You entered the building and was greeted with bunch of kids chasing eachother and laughing with eachother. You grinned while you greeted some of the kids with a cheerful voice.

You looked around for a moment, trying to find your friend but suddenly you spotted a black haired boy sitting on the corner alone, their arms wrapped around their knees.

You decided to approach the male and you noticed how pale he was, and his black eyes that stared at the ground was now staring at you. "Hello, what's your name?" You happily asked the boy who just looked away, you sighed as you sat beside him. "My name's (Y/N). How about yours?" Your eyes flickered at his figure and you notice how he was fidgeting with his fingers making your smile drop.

You placed your hand on his back making the boy slightly flinch. "It's okay, i wont hurt you." You calmly said, while giving him a gentle smile. "I just want to be you friend." The male looked at you with sad eyes, his brows knitted. "But mama said that nobody wants to be friends with me. She said im too weird and i was just a waste of time." The boy said. You felt your heart aching, you've always hate the fact that some parents hated their child and how some of the kids dont have the proper childhood.

You carried the boy on your lap while you wrapped you arms around him, like a mother carrying their child. The boy's eyes widened at your actions but ended up leaning to your touch. "What's your name sweetheart, it's okay dont be scared i'll be your friend!" You said while you started to run your fingers on his black hair. "N-niko.." the male in your arms responded as he can feel tears started to form in their eyes, it was their first time having to receive this kind of affection from someone, and you were the first one who made him feel welcomed and loved.

The male on your lap looked up at you. "Can i marry you in the future?" After Niko said those words you felt like laughing but you just hold it in and you just released a soft chuckle. "That's impossible Niko. Im like 7 years older(yeah, you are still like 16 in here) than you and im sure you'll find someone better, the one that you'll love dearly and marry." You responded making the smaller male pout. "But i love you, and i'll marry you." He protested. "You are just confused." You smiled once again, thinking that wont really happen but oh my, how wrong you were.

It was theast day of the summer class and to your experience, it was really fun even though some other kids were annoying, asking too much questions but you were able to handle them, you were able to hold yourself back fromthrowingthemoutofthewindow. But a certain black haired would always cling onto you, you dont know why but they grew fond of you. Niko would always make drawings and show them to you or do some craft and show them to you, it was really adorable for you.

"Mj !" You shouted while you chased a certain ginger haired boy who was running around the place with your phone in his hands. Some kids in here are really unbelievable!

You finally catch the male and took your phone but he bit you on your wrist before running away. You groaned in pain, 'damn, that little shit.' You thought while you stared at your red wrist that was almost bleeding, wow he really bit you with all of his strength!

You went to the staff room and you noticed that you were alone, the other staffs wasnt here. You grabbed a tissue before placing it to your wrist, mumbling shit all over again.

"AhHHh !!" A loud bloody shrieked was heard from the kid's room. You rushed to there, worrying something bad had happened and yes something bad really did happen.

You covered your mouth with your hand, your eyes widen while you looked at the bloody scene. Niko was holding a bloody pencil, his figure was splattered with blood and you noticed the figure laying lifelessly behind him. It was the ginger you were chasing while ago, his left eye was bloody, and it looked like Niko stabbed him in his eye for a multiple times.

You couldn't speak and you couldn't move, you felt like you were stuck on the floor while kids started to approach you, staring terrifiedly at the bloody male.

Niko ..

He was staring at you like he was the most innocent things on this cruel world. He was staring at you like nothing happened, like he didnt just stab a boy in the eye.

You took a step back, your (E/C) stuck at staring at his black eyes that seemed to glow red and violet, a glint of danger in it.

"(Y/N)? is there something wrong? He hurted you!" The male shouted. You just shakily grabbed your phone from your pocket before calling the emergency.

"This is 911, what's your emergency?"

"I-- i need you right now please... A child got stabbed in t-the eye." You started, your voice trembling. Before saying those words, the phone fell from your grip.

"What? (Y/N) what are you doing? He hurted you! He deserved it! He deserved it! He deserved it!" You bit your lip while tears started to form in your eyes.

"(Y/N), he deserved it! HE DESERVED IT." The bloody boy screamed while things started to lift from the air and was thrown to the walls. The kids around you panicked, then started to cry loudly but you were still stuck, your body wouldn't let you move or like the ground wouldn't move. "Go. Go outside and ask for help." You demanded making the kids look at you unsure. "I said go!" The younger kids around you finally left, crying.

"What are you?" You asked, trying to look brave but right now you just wanted to move, but you can't.

The black haired kid laughed like a maniac. "Im your husband!" He said his voice becoming deeper and husky, like he is not the same young boy anymore.

Your breath hitched when he started to approach you but suddenly multiple people started to enter the room, and you finally felt relief while arms started to wrap around your figure, it was your friend who was helping you to get out of the scene while police started to crowd the place.

You took a last look from Niko, who just stared back at you with sad eyes as big tears started to escape his eyes. "(Y/N), why would you let them take me away from you? I thought you'd be there for me? I thought you are my friend? I thought you love me!" The boy cried, his voice turning back to a young child's voice.

You ignored his cries while you stared at your friend with your tired eyes, he was just giving you a gentle smile but you werent sure. Your vision was blurry and you could feel yourself getting dizzy.

Before passing out the last thing you heard was the desperate cries from the boy and his last words before your consiousness completely slipped away from you.

"I'll find you (Y/N)."

(I think im making a part 2 where reader_chan is already grown up! And guys guysssss it a demon possesing Niko, but it's a childish demon and the mama thingy thing he was saying was true ig?im gonna edit dis)

[meiru-sama]

♡ Yandere Neighbor ♡

This story contains: yandere behaviour, obsession, sexual harrassment, non/con stalking , age gap.

You stared outside of your window, staring at a fine man with jet black hair. You smiled while he entered the house across from yours before you grabbed your phone and started to text your friends, telling them how hot your new neighbor was but you pause when you saw his green eyes landing on you, a was platered on his lips. You averted eye contact while you can feel your face getting hot.

The next thing you know is that you are sitting on a couch while carrying a plate full of cookies on your hand and a cold sweat running down your cheeks. The male who sat across of you gave you a charming smile while you placed the plate in the coffee table infront of you.

"Name's Ethan." He started, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "(Y/N), it's nice to meet you sir Ethan." You said, smiling as Ethan grabbed a piece of cookie from the plate then placing it on his mouth to take a bite. "Your mom made this?" He asked, licking his lips while you nodded. "It's very delicious..you should tell your mom to often give me sweets. I like what she makes."

A blush formed your cheeks before muttering a yes. "Anyways (Y/N), you should tell me more about yourself." The black haired male said while he sat beside you. "What's your age sweetheart?" You shifted uncomfortably before responding. "Im still 18 " the male hummed in response, eyeing you up and down. "Ooh, you are still 18?" (your body tells me me you are not.)

"How about you sir Ethan?" You asked while you tilted your head. "Well it's a secret cause i know im pretty old and i hate to admit it." He dramatically said making you chuckle. "But i used to be a teacher." "Looking at you. I feel like you're already 24 years old." You guessed, a soft smile still plastered on your lips. "Close, but im actually 26" he chuckled. "Wow, you are pretty old!" You said making him wipe a fake tear dramatically, you laughed at his actions while he joined you. But suddenly you were surprise when you felt a weight on your thighs, you looked down and saw the male's hand resting on your thighs.

You gulped, thinking he just did it accidentally but you felt his hand brushing in your thighs making you pull away from him. The male looked at you with his eyes, a glint of lust and hunger beautiful green orbs.

You were about to stand up but then he pulled your wrist, forcing you to sit down on his lap. "Where do you think you are going bunny? Let's have some fun." The black haired male cooed in your ear making you shiver while his hands started to make its way up to your chest. "Let me go !" You shouted while you tried to get away from his firm grip. Ethan just chuckled and started to attack your neck making you moan in pain as he started to bite and lick a spot. God your moans make him more hard than he already is. He traveled his hands again to your thighs, brushing his hand between your legs.

"F-fuck." You cursed, still trying so hard but finally you manage to escape his grasp. You quickly slapped him with all your strength, his head whipped to the side, his now black hair covering his eyes. You quickly run back to your own house while sobbing, you entered the family house and you find no one, not even your mother so you had no one to comfort you. You quickly locked all the doors and windows before you made your way up to your room. You laid on your bed and wrapped your blanket around you figure while hugging your stuffed toy. You grabbed your phone from the small table beside your bed, calling your bestfriend to come over. They were the first one you call when something is bothering you or you needed a shoulder to cry on.

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A male with glowing green eyes stared outside of his window. He was staring at your room's window, it was dark inside but he can still see your figure. You were still sobbing while you took off all of your clothes making the man quickly grab his camera and he quickly took a picture of you with a grin on his lips.

He then placed his camera back to where it belong while you went to the shower, tears still streaming down your face. You hated it. You hated how naive you are, how you quickly trust people and how he touched you. It was disgusting. You choked a sob while you sat on your bathtub, your nails running deeply to your skin, to where he touched you.

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The black haired male softly laughed while his heart started to beat faster cause of excitement, crimson blush started to adorn his cheeks.

"Finally.. i found you."

(This is not the part 2 of the demon!)