#New yandere!

[yandereworlds]

Meet Demetrius, an infamous underground crime lord! Demetrius is a prominent figure in Boston's criminal underworld, known as a highly respected crime lord. He has a talent for striking up deals with people, often involving himself in illegal business ventures that yield him great profits. One of Demetrius's greatest strengths is his reliance on numbers, as he has many loyal gangsters working under his command, all of whom are fiercely devoted to him. Given his infamous reputation, many people are cautious around Demetrius, fully aware of his dangerous nature and the potential consequences of crossing him. Demetrius is a confident and callous leader, holding his head up high and refusing to be deterred by any obstacles that may come his way. He is a master at manipulating others, using his cunning words to make people lower their guard around him. One of Demetrius's greatest attributes is his incredible level of calculation and his ability to remain level-headed in even the most difficult of situations. His thick skin allows him to navigate through challenges with ease, and he is always capable of coming up with a solution to any problem. Demetrius is also incredibly charming, able to captivate his audience and sway their opinions to his advantage. Despite his many talents and strengths, Demetrius is not one to back down from a challenge. He is a daring individual, rarely showing any signs of fear to his enemies, even in the face of danger. Demetrius is a force to be reckoned with, and his reputation as a respected crime lord speaks for itself. Those who cross him are unlikely to fare well, as Demetrius knows how to exact revenge with ruthless efficiency. Demetrius is a complex individual, as his tough exterior can quickly transform into a softer side when he falls in love. When he meets someone he cares about deeply, Demetrius becomes consumed with keeping them safe and will do whatever it takes to protect them. He can be overprotective, and it's not uncommon for him to be possessive and obsessive over the person he loves. This is a stark contrast to the cold, calculating leader, he presents himself as to others. Despite his violent tendencies, Demetrius is capable of being incredibly affectionate and caring towards those he loves. He will go to great lengths to ensure that his lover is happy and cared for, and he can be surprisingly gentle and nurturing towards them. His softer side is rarely seen by anyone else, making it a special and intimate experience for those he opens up to. However, Demetrius' yandere tendencies can be concerning for those who do not reciprocate his feelings. He can become incredibly possessive and jealous, unwilling to share his lover's attention with anyone else. This can lead to dangerous and violent outbursts, as Demetrius will stop at nothing to keep the person he loves close to him. Overall, Demetrius is a complex and multifaceted individual, capable of great love and affection as well as dangerous and violent behavior. His lover will experience a different side of him, one that is rarely seen by anyone else, but must be cautious not to trigger his yandere tendencies.

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[bunnygirllover45]

Happy Friday the 13th here's my slasher oc. silly guy.

[allurilove]

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

[solplease]

blushy blushy

close ups under the cut!

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄!, who cannot help but to feel excited whenever he sees you flustered. It gets him going, seeing the ire bloom in your eyes as a sharp grin forms on his face. Even from the corner of your eye, you can see the way his crooked nose inhales the crisp air around him, as if he's ready to snort.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄!, who started to give you hints of his presence long before he spirited you away deep into his realm. They were all small things at first, things so seemingly insignificant to the untrained human eye that no sane person could ever fault you for falling for the atrocious pranks. He took great pleasure in stealing all of your jewelry and comparing it to his own. He had vaults of precious gems, diamonds, deep sea pearls, precious golds and silvers right at his disposal and this is what you are picking?

He cannot help but to snidely judge. He can treat you so much better than this.

Mortals are so odd.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄!, who listens in absolute bewilderment at the sheer idiocy the human race believes in, which unfortunately, also includes you. The company you keep is far from desirable, making the ancient fae wonder what is the exact state of your feeble little mind.

He also is a little charmed by it. There is this simplistic beauty about it, an allure which he cannot pinpoint for the life of him. Although, the fact thtat is not required to think too crudely is a massive bonus to him as well. Even mortals know not to trust fae, much less actual fae themselves. Each new dawn represents a new challenge to conquer, a new spell to cast or decipher and, honestly, it gets tiring.

It makes him realize why so many of his brothers and sisters keep so many humans close. The delightful purity is addicting, much like sweet wine - once you have a sip, it's game over. Nothing else will satiate the endless thirst.

However, 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐄! does not necessarily wish to keep you chained on a leash for all eternity. He plans to do so until you begin to understand the ways of fae society although, deep down, he cannot help but to fantasize on what it would be like to gift you your own pair of shimmering wings. The thought keeps him awake for what feels like ages, his mind going back and forth on whether or not he should erase your humanity and create you anew.

The stars in the sky are taunting him as he turns his head towards the balcony, the bright glimmers in the sky mocking him for his indecisiveness. He, an immortal being is this dazed by a meager little human, who could perish at the snap of his fingers.

It's all just positively dreadful.

[floatyflowers]

Platonic Dark! Emperor Kuzco x Child Reader

One day Kuzco felt jealous of his friend, Pacha, for having a children, so he decided to have a child of his own to experience the sparks of fatherhood.

But not in the way you think, the emperor didn't get married and have a child... No, that would take too long for him.

So, instead, he kidnaps adopts a baby, which happened to be you.

Because he found you too cute and also cuddly, so he took you from your parents by force and claimed you as his child.

He gave you his precious old toys to play with, and had you wear miniature outfit that resembles his own.

The day you get sick, the whole palace and empire has to suffer Kuzco's sadness.

The young emperor loved to show you off.

He waited months to hear your first word, and when you finally uttered it, it was 'Mama'

You called your nursery maid 'mama' so he had her thrown off a cliff.

"You don't need a mother, you only need me, your father, my sweet baby"

[meo-eiru]

New profile picture! I might change it again later but I felt like I could try something different

[blackbirdsblackberries]

I HATE THE NEW HERO

PT 1 - What teacher assigns a group project for a poster?!

Classes were always boring for you, don't get you wrong - you love the subjects, you just hate how it's being taught.

To sum it up, here is your lessons for today, Friday.

Literature, Methods Math, Biology, Ancient History, Engineering and finally Chemistry.

It's a lot and frankly you're regretting choosing half of those subjects. Even more so because of a certain billionaire playboy's ward. Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

You're pretty sure he's a massive fanboy of Aranea, the new spider-themed hero of Gotham who you detest with your very being.

The costume is ugly, they're too optimistic - it's Gotham, who on Earth is happy in Gotham? Most of all however, they're a two-faced bitch. You should know, after all you are them.

It's not that you hate yourself and your nightlife, just that you need to look unconnected to them at all costs. There can't be any correlation between you and your persona. You use a voice modulator while on patrol and missions, you wear a wig while in your costume and any defining features are covered by either the costume or makeup.

So, whenever Aranea is brought up you take the chance to make fun of it. The comments aren't anything horrible, mean sure.

"Ew, they're more of a roach than a spider.."

"They're actually ugly enough to be the next Joker"

"I hope they humiliate themself and everyone sees how gross they really are."

But not horrible.

Despite this Timothy seems to have thought you were the devil himself in the form of a teenager. Glares were thrown at you, false reports were made to the principal's office, public shaming on Chitter and more.

You won't lie and say it gets to you sometimes but at the same time he's being a manchild. You can't expect everyone to like who you like.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a paper being slammed onto the desk. Your head snaps up and you glare at the person.

Timothy may as well be the devil with the way he's staring at you now, a sneer paints his pale features. His nose held high enough that you swore he was about to snort on you.

You grit your teeth and look down at the paper he slammed on your desk. You're actually going to scream and cry right now.

Scratch that, you're actually going to jump out of the window and hope to perish.

You hate Chemistry. You hate this school. You hate Gotham. You hate Timothy Jackson Drake.

You pray he'll think you're incompetent and not bother with actually working together for this group project.

A group project on Titration! Who even does a group project outside of school for that?

You look around, hoping there will be others in the group but because your luck is so thin it might snap everyone else already were in groups of 3s. Meaning Timothy and you would just be a duo.

Instead of doing what you wished you instead sighed and grabbed your pencil, probing at Timothy's hand until it stopped holding the paper against the desk.

"A poster on bases and acids in titration? Why does this need to be a two-person job?!" You huff out. Timothy's features turn more hate filled, kinda petty to hate someone for different tastes Timothy...

"Because lazy people like you won't do the work otherwise!"

"I'm not lazy! Fine, fuck you! I'll do it myself!"

"No way! I need the marks - plus you'll do it wrong!"

you take a deep breath, trying desperately to not snap your pencil in half.

"... Fine. We'll do it at my place then once school lets out. No way am I going to your place where I'm sure you'll set your family on me." You respond calmly, still glaring up at him.

After a moment Timothy nods.

Your shoulders slump in relief.

"I'll meet you at the front gate then."

"Fine. But if you're late I'm doing the project on my own." With that Timothy walks away. You feel a migraine coming on - seriously, what is wrong with him? There wasn't even a proper time set!

Some people think that Damian kid is the rudest - those people clearly haven't been on the bad, petty side of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 "Um… H-Happy New Year, Angel!" 💜

"Three… Two… One…! Wait— D-Do we kiss now?! I've never actually spent New Years with anyone before, so—"

Immediately shutting your now fiancé up, you playfully roll your eyes and pull Ren in for a soft, slow kiss. Even underneath the incandescent glow of the fireworks, you can see how his cheeks flush a bright pink as he gently clutches onto your winter coat to bring you closer. And when you pull away, his smile only seems to grow.

"Thank you for making this year special for me, Angel. I-I promise to make 2024 even better for you." Ren's eyes light up with sincerity as he seals his promise with another kiss, "…I love you s'much. Happy New Year."

[qep0ermint]

Happy New Year!!! My beloved and dear neighbors who have been with me throughout the year. Thank you to everyone who sent me questions, who left comments on drawings and who just came here. I wish you all kindness and cheerful mood, love you!

Yandere Wally finally got a well-deserved kiss^^

[yandereworlds]

Immersed in the enigmatic world of bounty hunting, Dantae emerges as a formidable Hispanic figure, his reputation an embodiment of unyielding success in tracking down and apprehending individuals.

Whether the targets are debtors evading their car loan responsibilities, fugitives eluding the clutches of justice, or mere individuals evading the reach of law enforcement, Dantae's prowess remains unrivaled, attracting the attention of government agencies and bail-bond companies alike, who eagerly seek his services. With an unwavering commitment to his profession, Dantae dons the mantle of his role with utmost seriousness, each mission an opportunity to showcase his tenacity and skill. However, behind the facade of a resolute bounty hunter lies a complex individual known intimately only to those within his personal circle. Within those intimate spheres, a contrasting portrait emerges—one of smugness, confrontational tendencies, and an arrogance that refuses to be subdued. Within the realm of bounty hunting, Dantae's name resonates through the collective consciousness of his peers. A formidable figure among his counterparts, he is driven by an unwavering determination to carve his presence into the very fabric of the space. Commanding attention with an aura that demands respect, Dantae weaves a tapestry of influence, ensnaring the admiration and deference of those who cross his path.

Fully aware of his esteemed status as a bounty hunter, Dantae skillfully manipulates his reputation as a weapon, exploiting it with calculated precision to fulfill his own desires, no matter how self-serving they may be. With a keen understanding of the respect he commands, he deftly employs it as a tool of persuasion, skillfully coercing others to yield to his will. Such is the nature of his cunning; he skillfully maneuvers through the labyrinth of human interactions, effortlessly obtaining what he desires. Driven by an insatiable hunger for superiority, Dantae relentlessly pursues his aspiration to be the epitome of bounty hunting excellence. Refusing to allow any obstacles or detractors to deter him, he boldly strides forward, each step a resounding declaration of his unwavering resolve. Cockiness courses through his veins, interwoven with playful taunts, always seeking to elicit a reaction, to test the limits of those around him. In every exchange, he cunningly asserts his control, weaving a web of influence that entangles those in his path. Dantae, consumed by an unshakable belief in his own invincibility and superiority, basks in the conviction that he stands above the law, an unparalleled force amidst the multitudes. Whether this perception aligns with reality is a question irrelevant to his unwavering faith in his own greatness. It is a conviction that permeates his very being, fueling his relentless pursuit of opportunities to assert his exalted status and leave an indelible impression upon all who dare to cross his path. Each encounter becomes an opportunity for Dantae to revel in his untouchable aura, reminding both friend and foe of his seemingly insurmountable prowess. The mere mention of his name conjures images of an indomitable force, and he takes pleasure in cultivating a reputation that sets him apart from the masses. With a twinkle of arrogance dancing in his eyes and a self-assured swagger in his step, he revels in the belief that he is destined for greatness. However, the zenith of Dantae's arrogance met its reckoning on a fateful day when he received a mission of paramount importance—to capture an elusive individual who had managed to elude the clutches of law enforcement for months on end. Undeterred by the gravity of the task, Dantae's unwavering confidence remained steadfast. With an impeccable track record that seemed immune to failure, he dismissed any notion of difficulty, accepting the mission without hesitation, convinced of an effortless triumph awaiting him.

Clad in his formidable gear, Dantae slipped into the driver's seat of his meticulously equipped car, a vehicle purpose-built to aid him in his relentless pursuit of the target. Every inch of its interior brimmed with an array of cutting-edge devices and tracking mechanisms essential to the success of his mission. With focused determination etched upon his countenance, he revved the engine, the vibrations serving as a symphony of impending capture. Methodically traversing the city's labyrinthine streets, Dantae's inquiries and relentless questioning led him to the outskirts, where an abandoned warehouse stood as a silent sentinel. 

Undeterred by the desolate facade, he forged ahead, resolute in his decision to tackle the mission alone. He harbored an unyielding belief in his own abilities, dismissing the notion of backup as an unnecessary hindrance that would only impede his swift progress. As he stepped foot into the cavernous expanse of the warehouse, his hand instinctively gravitated toward his trusty revolver, ensuring its chamber was fully loaded before a swift spin of the barrel sealed his readiness. With a blend of grace and urgency, he moved through the shadows, meticulously scanning every nook and cranny in search of his quarry. Moments of fruitless exploration tempted his departure, yet a flicker of intuition beckoned him to remain. 

And there, concealed behind a stack of crates, a figure materialized—a tantalizing glimpse of the elusive target he pursued. In a commanding voice, Dantae demanded their surrender, only to find himself caught off guard as the figure deftly hurled a gas grenade in his direction, engulfing the surroundings in a dense cloud of smoke. A rare sense of exhilaration surged through Dantae's veins, a potent blend of adrenaline and excitement at encountering a target who dared to outsmart him—a feeling as intoxicating as it was inexplicable. Undeterred by the unforeseen turn of events, Dantae burst through the veils of smoke, his senses heightened and reflexes honed, chasing the fleeing figure into the vast expanse of an open field. With each stride, a newfound vigor surged within him, propelling him forward with a fervor unmatched. In that moment, he felt truly alive, immersed in the thrill of the hunt, determined to capture this elusive quarry and savor the taste of victory.

Dantae's relentless pursuit culminated in a moment of triumph as he launched himself at the elusive target, overpowering them with a primal force that brought them crashing to the ground. With sinewy arms enveloping the figure beneath him, he maintained a firm grip, a tangible display of his unwavering dominance. Eyes ablaze with an intensity that mirrored the inferno of his desires, Dantae found himself captivated by the face unveiled before him as he tore away the mask, revealing a countenance that stirred his very soul.

His heart faltered, its steady rhythm momentarily disrupted as an unexpected surge of attraction coursed through his veins. This unforeseen allure clashed with his purpose, with the understanding that he ought to surrender this captivating figure to the hands of justice. Yet, a mysterious force deep within him stirred, igniting the embers of an inexplicable infatuation—an emotion that whispered of love or perhaps the nascent seeds of an obsession. Dantae dared not acknowledge the burgeoning complexity of his feelings, but one thing was clear: he had to whisk this captivating individual away from the prying eyes of the law.

A wry chuckle escaped Dantae's lips as he bound their wrists together, deftly manipulating a pair of handcuffs from his utility belt. "Seems our game of cat and mouse has reached its conclusion," he mused, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and a hint of something more sinister. “Such a shame.” With deft precision, he propelled them to their feet, his grip unyielding, as he guided them towards the awaiting vehicle. Despite their futile resistance, Dantae displayed an uncanny ease, each step a testament to his unwavering determination.

"But fear not, mi amor, you’re in good hands." he uttered cryptically, his voice laden with ominous undertones. Securely confined within the confines of his trunk, their ankles bound by another pair of handcuffs, Dantae reveled in the dangerous thrill of his actions. He was well aware that his path deviated from the legal, but the intoxicating prospect of possessing you outweighed any concerns of consequence.

In the shadowy realm between right and wrong, Dantae had made his choice—a choice that propelled him towards the unknown, a world where desire mingled with danger, and where he was willing to risk it all for a taste of the forbidden fruit that had captured his heart.

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[zhongrin]

modern au crack-ish yandere idea. dragons being the king of all lizards, imagine zhongli being able to control all the 'lesser' lizards to some extent, maybe even share senses with them.

and what better way for him to watch you, his dearest darling, than connecting with the common house geckos that's roaming around your house?

they're harmless, agile, and inconspicuous enough to do some basic monitoring. don't pay attention to the strange amber-eyed tiny animal perched on your bedroom walls, dear. don't delude yourself into thinking that its eyes seemed to shine in the darkness of your room while you teeter between dream and reality deep into the night. don't worry about how it seemed to chirp angrily whenever your friends come over, as if it's warning them from entering its territory.

it's just a common house pet anyway. right?

if you're a superstitious person, that's even better. geckos are said to be a symbol of luck, protection of your home and its residents. and in this case, it's especially true for you.

worry not, for this 'lizard' will gladly rid all the 'insects' who dared to step into your abode.

a/n: lil background story time. i needed to change my bedsheets and got utterly spooked by a tiny lil house lizard flopping onto my arm when i was moving my plushies to my desk. zhongli... honey... lizards are cute, yes, but you're the only lizard i don't mind having in my bedー /smacked

[umitsy]

warnings: stalking, a little pervert behavior, love obsession

reader's g/n

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who graduated on the same course as you but never talked to you.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who ever since highschool was observant of you from affar until now that you've become a great icon of photography.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who applies and gets hired on your company, doing his best to impress you someday with his work.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who gets called one day by our secretary telling him you want to see him.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who might collapse on the hall infront of your office's door by his nervousness of finally being able to talk to you, even if it's only to fire him.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who's speechless when you congratulate, acknowledge his work, promote him and even say you remember seeing him when you were both younger at school.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who almost cries when he thanks you with his whole life for everything you've done for him even though you only recall hiring him and one time gave at 3 semester of your highschool some of your water at P.E.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who'd one day decide this would be his lucky day and ask to be together in the next fashion show they were invited to photoshoot.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who gets flustered denying his knowledge about the booked hotel room for the two of you and reassured you there's no problem if you want him to sleep on the floor.

➻ Yandere shy photographer! who seeing you sleep soundly next to him makes him proud of all the things he went through just to be enjoying this opportunity, craving to one day be able to wake you with a kiss on your lips.

➹ "You have no idea what I've been through for wanting to taste you. I'll get to do it even if it's the last thing I do in my life, believe me".

All rights reserved © 2024 umitsy. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures.)

[sophiethewitch1]

Sparring sessions with Damian would be the worst. He's constantly mocking you, trying to make you lose your edge. And he's quick too, dancing around any punches or kicks you throw. Even when it's obvious you won't win the spar, he still doesn't take you down. He'll let you keep going. Keep struggling till you're a sweaty and exhausted mess.

That's when he'll pounce. Pins you down to the sparring mats, his body straddling yours. You try to buck him off. He just thrusts his hips back down into yours. The bulge in his sweats pressing against you has the fight in you disappearing like smoke. You look up at him, confused, and he merely smirks back down at you.

"Not going to tap out?"

You do, hand tapping the training mat, even as you stare into his emerald green eyes. You don't think you could look away even if you tried.

"Hm, but I think I've earned my reward, don't you?"

It doesn't really matter what your answer is, does it? He likes it when you struggle, after all.

[ddarker-dreams]

hiya lock!! 💖 what are your thoughts on sunday hsr? i'd love if you wrote something for him someday!

hmmmmmmmmmmmm yandere sunday.... the inbox has made their interest in bird man known. here are some of my initial, basic thoughts:

he's controlling (surprise, surprise) but favors an 'organic' approach over clipping your wings outright. that would be an absolute last resort, prompted by your life being in mortal danger. he wants to help guide you to conclusions he's made long ago. this way, you're less likely to resist a philosophy you've adopted for yourself. it's a given that sentient beings don't want their free will infringed upon. recognizing this, he settles for the more time-consuming approach of overseeing your life from afar and uses direct course correction sparingly.

should you catch on, confronting him directly doesn't lead to an escalation like one might expect. he'll hear you out without twisting your words or using intimidation tactics. once you're finished, he'll present his own argument: haven't you been happier since he's entered your life? he'll acknowledge that 'happiness', qualia that it is, though difficult to measure, can still be tracked. there's a reason he's asked about your emotional state so often. since removing stressors in your life, you've been in higher spirits. isn't that a good thing?

issues such as privacy and autonomy don't do much for him. what good is freedom if it means wandering in the wilderness? isn't it better to be taken care of? hunger, thirst, physical ailments; alleviating these troubles has been at the forefront of civilization's development. this is his all-consuming empathy. it envelops you whole and chains you in place with velvety soft restraints. his sincerity is almost distressing; how can you challenge what he believes is in your best interest?

"a cornered fledgling will struggle against those trying to save it," he'll say. "this struggle is natural; a forgivable instinct. the rescuer must carry on despite this resistance. if they don't, aren't they complicit in whatever misfortune befalls the wounded creature?"

[kentstoji]

new era! bi-han, who only used you for the advantages and benefits that a relationship could bring. power, renown and influence. from his perspective, you were merely another pawn on a board in a game between mortals and gods.

a lovely and manipulable pawn. still a pawn. irrelevant in many ways.

one of the biggest obstacles in your relationship has always been his indifference. sometimes you wonder why he started a romantic relationship, only to be negligent and cold. were you the problem?

at first, you tried to avoid thinking that way. tomas, the grandmaster's younger brother said you were perfect! but to be honest, tomas was the human definition of the word: sympathy. (he was a trained killer).

but over time, avoiding the inevitable train of thought became impossible. and when a creature, elegant and sensual, appeared in bi-han's life, it was clear to you that there was something wrong in this relationship.

(and judging by the disdain that was permanently planted on kuai liang's face, you weren't the one to blame).

her name was sareena, she was a demon and you couldn't hate her. she was beautiful, in every way. (magnetic. extraordinary).

even when you witnessed intimate moments that you begged to have with him, everything was so natural. knowing glances, gentle touches in moments when they thought no one was looking — and everyone was, waiting for something. a break in the trust of vows he made to you.

the imposing figure of the grand master was seen with a new companion at his side. it was her. the third participant in your relationship, but she was treated with respect and dedication.

you were the other, apparently. even in his actions, this was reflected. the vows of loyalty and love were just empty words.

there came a time when you got tired of living like this, tired of the neglect or constant silence.

and it was during this period that the invasions began, and other titans began to explore the timeline that liu kang conceived. and among them, there were three immortal variants of bi-han who began to stalk you, fascinated by you...