#male yandere x male darling

[idanceuntilidie]

What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)

I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds

Hope this was okay.

Yandere Prince x male reader

tw: yandere themes and being held against will

You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.

You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.

But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.

He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.

As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.

An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.

And you made it so much stronger.

It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,

existed.

He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.

How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.

He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.

Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.

You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.

You noticed a slight change in your environment.

It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.

You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.

It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.

Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,

no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.

You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.

You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.

After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.

You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.

You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.

“Oh you are up, how wonderful”

He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.

“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”

You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.

“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”

he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.

“Don’t you dare to move y/n”

“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“

His pale face turned cherry red in anger.

“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”

His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.

He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.

Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.

“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”

he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.

[solar-wing]

[yandere] popular jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

hunter ramirez x remy griffin

heeeeyyyy :)

if anyone remembers, I posted a poll a while back about what yandere scenario I should post first and it was a tie between jock and streamer. so here's the jock one now!

these are original characters and not associated with any fandom content I've posted before. thus, it is not x reader, BUT when I get more posts out, I will accept requests for those who want to create their own little scenario ;).

MAJOR SHOUTOUT to @darling--core and her yandere jock character who was pretty much the entire inspiration for me wanting to create yandere content. literally messaged her and was like 'gurl can I use this as inspiration?' and she said yes so I'm very happy to share this with everyone now.

⚣ T.W. 🏈🎓 → yandere | MINORS DNI 18+ only | possessive & controlling behavior | a/b/o dynamics |

⚣ Words 🏈🎓 → 1.4k

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🏈🎓

Senior year is always the start of some bullshit.

Remy Griffin, upcoming class valedictorian, student council president, and recipient of various titles and awards is skilled at many things. Elected president of the Math Leagues for the last three consecutive years, he’s led his school to the national mathematics competition every year, never leaving with anything below 1st place.

He single-handedly rallied his school together for multiple protests, whether against unfair school rules or in support of a global cause.

He won his seat on the student council during his junior year, initially as the vice president, coming in 2nd behind Hoeniffer—*ahem*— Jennifer Farrow who was gunning for the presidential seat against him. He suspected the ho—girl of cheating and after thorough investigation and use of his charming Omega nature, he discovered it to be the truth. As a result, Hoeniffer was kicked from the student council, and Remy was elected to his rightful seat as President, with his close friend Dustin Bellerose taking his place as V.P.

There was nothing Remy couldn’t solve or achieve.

So why the hell couldn’t he manage to rid himself of the school’s most popular, yet insufferable Alpha, Hunter Ramirez?

Hunter held similar achievements to Remy, only his were mainly athletic. Captain to the football, basketball, and baseball teams since sophomore year. He’s led the school to numerous championships and has had college scouts from all over the country coming to see him play.

Yet, none of those things seem more important to him than obsessing and chasing after the school’s resident overachiever.

Hunter and Remy have gone to the same school since 1st grade, and as far as the Omega could remember, Hunter never showed him attention like this. Minus some instances where he noted the Alpha’s questionable behaviors, he never gave Remy reason to think he was an obsessive and controlling freak.

But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed signs of Hunter’s growing obsession with him as far back as freshman year.

It was relatively small stuff.

When the school year started and everyone was given their class schedules, that first week, Hunter would be in maybe two or one of his classes. Their sophomore year, he wasn’t in any of his classes. But every year, Hunter somehow ends up in most of his classes.

He even somehow managed to get into his A.P. classes, which confused the hell out of Remy because Hunter barely passed his regular classes to his knowledge, but it goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Either way, whatever classes Hunter ended up in with him, he’d act like it was a crime for anyone to try and talk to the Omega besides him. And there was never any possibility of Remy getting one of their other classmates as a partner for a project.

If the teacher left it to the class to choose their partners, Remy would try and get someone else to be his partner, but Hunter would come strolling overall calm and quiet and give the guy or girl one look, and they’d be scurrying out of their seats like mice. 

But if the teacher took it upon themselves to assign partners and gave Remy someone other than Hunter, it wasn’t long before he’d use the split personality that was reserved for adults and teachers alike to charm his way into getting what he wanted. Therefore, by the end of the period, Remy would have the Alpha as his partner, even if he tried to beg the teacher himself to let him keep his old partner.

That was just the beginning of Hunter’s seemingly back-then possessive attitude toward the Omega. But, little did he know of the other things that would follow.

Like members from the different athletic teams who Remy knew for a fact were either friends or associates of Hunter to a degree watching him in the halls, during study period, or in one of the few classes that the Alpha wasn’t in with him. It was like he could never be alone.

If Remy raised his hand to go to the bathroom or just disappeared somewhere, one of those jocks would suddenly be texting on their phone, then, two minutes later, Hunter would appear at wherever Remy was going with a smile that the Omega over time came to realize was only reserved for him.

Everyone else got his stagnant and bored face, which could be extremely intimidating since Hunter was very fit, very large, and generally just gave off silent but dangerous vibes. The adults and teachers would get his charming, pearly white smile, and that was only if the Alpha wanted something from them, like, say for example, Remy’s school file with his personal information like his address and phone number since the Omega wouldn’t give it to him initially.

In their eyes, Hunter was a good and noble student who was just looking out for his friend. And, even though school rules and the literal fucking law technically prevented this, Hunter did say Remy sent him there on his behalf. How could they not trust that innocent and charming smile of his?

Remy was still trying to figure out how Hunter got his number during junior year since he never gave it to him despite the Alpha’s numerous and persistent (almost considered forceful) attempts at getting it out of him. Hunter might have been an Alpha, but Remy was a stubborn little devil who never knew when to throw the towel in and would rather chew glass than even consider the thought.

Maybe that was why Remy seemingly couldn’t keep a boyfriend throughout his late middle school and high school years. Yeah, you heard right. Overachiever Remy Griffin whose schedule most government officials and CEOs couldn’t compete with also made time for romance and love. He was young. He liked attention. And most of all, he was horny. Sue him.

But, up until senior year, the Omega couldn’t name one relationship he had that lasted more than a month and where he didn’t get ghosted out of nowhere. It was almost like they were scared of him too. 

Whenever he would try to talk to them and figure out what went wrong, they’d take one look at him, glance around the room or hall and catch eyes with something and then hightail it off like someone lit a fire under their asses. And when Remy would glance in the direction they were looking before they took off, guess who’d he find giving him that smug little smile just a few feet away?

Hunter fucking Ramriez.

Remy almost bashed himself in the head for not recognizing the signs of the Alpha’s obsessive behavior toward him earlier, and most of all, not doing something about it.

Now, it was senior year, and Hunter seemingly upped his game tenfold. He was practically acting like the Omega’s boyfriend, husband, bodyguard, and controller all wrapped up in one deliciously tight, hot, and muscled package. 

Ironic as well when you consider the fact that the Alpha and Omega won ‘Cutest Couple’ in their class yearbook every year since freshman year despite Remy never remembering once even signing his name down on that blasted category. He always went for ‘Most Likely to become President’ and ‘Most Likely to be your Future Boss,' and yet somehow, his and Hunter’s name ended up in that section of the yearbook every year since they got their first ones in the 9th grade.

But, thinking about it now, it wasn’t that surprising, knowing Hunter’s influence in the school and the fact that he probably convinced bribed/blackmailed someone on the yearbook committee to put their names in. Another blatant sign Remy so ignorantly ignored.

And despite the Omega’s still strong feelings of aversion and disdain toward the Alpha, he couldn’t figure out if the jock was slowly starting to grow on him or if he just liked the attention.

Either way, Remy Griffin knew one thing. He couldn’t fucking stand Hunter Ramirez, and hell would have ice water and top-notch air conditioning before he let that smug and controlling Alpha think he’d just fall over and do whatever he said.

Remy was no punk, and he’d soon find out neither was Hunter.

“Me & Hunter? Sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” “You could pretend to like him.” “I could, but there’s a reason I never joined drama club.”

☀️ | YANDERE | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[youwontleaveright]

Yandere with a Darling who not only knows Yan will kill (and probably has killed) for them, but who loves Yan for it

Darling who is willing to join their Yan in "removing problems"

Darling who makes their first kill under the careful watch of their Yan, who's beaming with pride at how precious their Darling is

Yandere who notices that people (those who'd shown a little too much interest in him) begin to just. Disappear

Yandere who feels a thrill when he realizes his Darling must be watching him just as much as he is them

Darling who turns out to be a little bit of a Yandere themselves

[cypher-gay1]

To wake up in their arms, looking up at them and smiling. Not caring about the chains listening to their sweet words , getting all giggly and flushed. Burying my head in their chest to try and hide my bright pink face. To be called their ditsy pretty boy who can't do anything themselves.

They get on with my friends so I can still contact them. I always make them food as I am the perfect househusband. I smile every time. I love them and they love me. I make sure to clean the shrine of me every day as they like to keep it clean. I can't remember the last time I went outside but I don't mind as I have an at home reptile rescue so they take up the rest of my time. Looking after crested geckos , hognoses , boas and lots of other reptiles..

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[cold-kitty]

Todays poll winner was... Yandere Merman!

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Contains: NSFW (grinding and attempted straddling), non-human yandere, non-consensual courtship (yandere randomly decides the he has courted you), yandere is a very very horny little shit, slight non-con due to miscommunication.

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Yan!Merman who was captured by your fishing net. he spends a good few minutes thrashing his arms and tail around, growling and ready to strike down anyone and everyone who was involved.

Yan!Merman who sees that it's only you on the boat, and is prepared to drown you immediately.

Yan!Merman who narrows his eyes when he sees you put your hand up in a reassuring gesture, his violent squirming slowly coming to a stop.

Yan!Merman who watches you warily as you take down the net and open it so he can get you. you mutter an apology, but he doesn't understand the strange language your speaking.

Yan!Merman who dives back into the water immediately, keeping a sharp eye on you. but alas, he gets curious. who was that strange person, and why were they kind despite capturing him.

Yan!Merman who swims underneath your boat for a while, following you. you notice this, and decide to leave before he might get hostile.

Yan!Merman who finds himself waiting for you the next day. feeling a sense of happiness when you come back to fish.

Yan!Merman who recognizes the act of fishing, and decides he wants to repay your kindness.

Yan!Merman who easily catches a fish, putting it in his mouth so he can climb into your boat.

Yan!Merman who drops the fish into the boat, taking in your surprised expression. he knows that gift-giving is a sign of courtship in the mermaid world, but he doesn't know about the human world.

Yan!Merman who watches you take the fish with a sudden interest. if you accepting meant you were taking him as your partner, doesn't that mean the two of you mate?

Yan!Merman who gets closer to you, sniffing at your neck. you're uncomfortable, but play it off as a custom for his kind.

Yan!Merman who starts to straddle your hips, snaking his tail around you as he starts to lick your neck.

Yan!Merman who falls backwards with a hurt expression as you push him away. he courted you! you were supposed to mate with him, man or not!

Yan!Merman who watches as your horrified expression slowly turns into a more understanding one. he was different than you, so he must have different customs.

Yan!Merman who eagerly comes back over to you when you pat the spot next to you. he tries to grind against your thigh, getting a few short sways of his hips before you push him off again.

Yan!Merman who thinks he understands, you want your pleasure first. he gets on the floor of the boat and shoves his face into your crotch before you can push him away. he starts suckling through your clothes as you try to push him away, not understanding the strange words you yell.

Yan!Merman who starts tearing up when you shove him away, much much harder then before.

Yan!Merman who's devastated when you won't let him near you again. did he do it wrong? did it not feel good? his mind was reeling.

Yan!Merman who listens to your foreign yells, so close to crying.

Yan!Merman who places his head at your feet, sniffling, almost begging for forgiveness.

Yan!Merman who hugs your legs close when you sigh, glad that you're giving him another chance at loving you.

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This one was longer than I expected, so I hope it's good at least. My ADHD ass literally can't do one thing for more than an hour *sob sob*.

~⬛🐈

[angelltheninth]

Soft Yandere Boyfriend Turns Rough when He Sees His Best Friend Flirting with You

Pairing: Soft Male!Yandere x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle to rough sex, possessiveness, yandere behavior, marking, biting, hickeys, hands pinned above your head

A/N: He can be crazy, just a bit. A tiny bit.

Your soft!yandere boyfriend never hurt a soul. You didn't think him capable of such a thing, he was protective but very gentle, even avoiding fighting when it can be done. Luckily he was more on the muscular side so him looking at someone wrong tended to do the job. You also noticed that every time it happened he was a bit rougher with you in bed, like he needed an outlet.

The only time you saw your soft!yandere boyfriend get into a fight it was with his best friend after he flirted with you as a joke. At lest his friend insisted it was a joke but after that fight your boyfriend wasn't buying that excuse. He took you by the hand after he yelled at his friend some more and wasted no time walking you home and immediately stripping.

He needed you. He needed this. He needed to know you would never leave him. With teary eyes your soft!yandere boyfriend kissed you, telling you he was sorry you had to see that, see him lose his temper. After this he'll try to talk to his friend for crossing a line but first he has to make sure you still love him and want to be with him.

Like those times before he pins you against the bed, angling his cock with your entrance while his hands pin your hands above your head. At time like this he doesn't seem like the soft!yandere boyfriend that you feel in love with, he is almost a different person. He looks, sounds, smells the same but the way he fucks you couldn't be more different.

Soft!yandere boyfriend doesn't take his stormy eyes off yours as he makes love to you. He needs this reassurance, he needs to see the love in your eyes as they glaze over with each pump of his hips against your own. His full balls ache with the need to be drained by you, his cock pulsing and stimulating your deepest, most sensitive spots. You can hardly keep the eye contact but you don't want to stop looking at him when he's this wild, when he shows you this hidden, rough side of him.

Your soft!yandere boyfriend keeps this possessive side hidden even from you, only allowing you to see it in moments like there. Moments where he as to make sure you're his and he's yours. To further assure you both of this he allows you to scratch his back as you come, meanwhile his teeth find the soft flesh of your breasts, biting harshly, too hard, the spiking pain sending you over the edge and him soon after.

The next day your soft!yandere boyfriend is back to his old self, apologizing to getting rough but happy that you enjoy it. When he kisses even bruise and bite he left on you he decides to call his friend to try and make up with him. When the three of you meet up there a big, proud smile blooming on his face when his friend notices the hickeys peaking from behind both your shirts.

[funnyexel]

loves you. hates them.

Rich!boyfriend who really isn’t your boyfriend but more of an arranged husband. He’s sweet and all but you think he’s a bit overbearing for someone you just met.

Rich!boyfriend who demands your free time, disregarding how tired you may be from working. Rich!boyfriend who hates how much you work and provide for your family, he realizes how soft and spineless you are when time comes for you to speak up for yourself.

Rich!boyfriend who’s intoxicated by the way you smile at him and the small touches you give him to express your gratitude for the excessive gifts. The way your eyes light up when you see him won’t ever get old to him. Rich!boyfriend who see’s the potential in you, even if your mother tells him otherwise.

Rich!boyfriend who is immediately consumed by disinterest whenever your mother and father want to speak with him. They have so much to say and critic about your life, yet, they rely on their young daughter to get them out of their financial burdens.

Rich!boyfriend who notices the behavioral change in your sister every time he comes around. The way she perks up when he enters the room, the difference in the way she dresses when she knows she’s going to see him versus when she doesn’t know. Rich!boyfriend who is disgusted by this and is even more repulsed when she tries to make a move on him. This pushes him to increase your time at his home and decrease the time you spend at your house. 

Manipulative!boyfriend who acts confused when you find your phone hidden away in his dresser drawer. Manipulative!boyfriend who forces you stay at his home for an extensive amount of time, convincing you that you are terribly sick from working so hard.

Manipulative!boyfriend who gives you a special type of medicine in your food so you stay sluggish and compliant. Manipulative!boyfriend who persuades you that the little white bottle he hides away is nothing and that you’re imagining things. 

Rich!boyfriend who assures you that you’ll feel better by the time the wedding rolls around.

Crazy!boyfriend who effectively got your family out your ear by smashing your phone to pieces and warning them that if they ever talked to you again, he’d do worse than cause a little car crash.

Did he forget to tell you that? 

Rich!boyfriend who lies assures you that he’ll find the people who T-boned your parents car.

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a/n: I think my requests inbox might be broken, directly message if it doesn't go through or don't. I don't know how it works.

[idanceuntilidie]

I like it when you sleep

Creep yan x amab reader Though I only use "you" so I guess it also counts as gn I think?? tw mentions of yandere behaviour, mentions of stalking, cutting, creep being gross, cutting slightly suggestive

Creeps name is Marshall here is your food, requests are open :)

The soft clicks filled the room.  It was dark, the only light emitetd from the full moon. It filled the room wuth soft blue hue.  Another few clicks filled the room, soon followed by content shaky sigh. The night was peacful, chilly even.  There he was again, standing by your bed. It has happened before, and he knew it will probably happen again. He just couldn’t get enough of you, ever since he saw you during one of his classes. 

It was fate, fate brought you two together, you just weren't ready to face it yet. He was, that’s why he sneaks in, takes so many photos, and films of you. 

Marshall knew you were such a deep sleeper, and he could take slight advantage of that.  He bent down, his head dipped into your arm pit inhaling your natural scent. It made his eyes lull in the back of his head. He licked it few times, letting out small pathetic whines. After he was done Marshall planted a small kiss on your lips. You tasted so good, he wishes he could kiss you deeper, but he can’t risk waking up.  Another problem was your roommate could be back at any moment. He needs to hurry up.  Marshall thanks the heavens you only sleep in your boxers, it makes his job easier.  He moves the covers so your torso could be more visible. Marshall pulls out his camera and takes more photos of your body. The sight of your naked chest made him droll.  His hands started to roam your body.  You were so pretty; he wishes he could cut you open and crawl inside you. He can’t risk you dying though. He would not survive that, but a man could dream right?    He kissed your stomach right above your boxers, after he was satisfied with his work, he pulled out a pen knife out of his back pocket.  His breathing got heavier, as he slowly made a cut on your side.   It was beautiful, like you, the rosy, red blood slowly seeped out of the wound. It was perfect, he dipped one of his fingers in the blood.     Marshall carefully examined the finger before licking it clean, moaning louder at the metallic taste of your blood. He used the same finger and put it in the wound, this time deeper, to feel your flesh.  He dug his finger as deep as he could.    He heard you whine. Ah, it must have been too much for you.    He took it out licked it clean and cleaned your wound.  The tissues will be used for the altar.    He heard a shuffle outside, his time was up.  He kissed your forehead, fixed your covers and got out of your room.  Marshall got what he came for.

[solar-wing]

⚣ Hunter's Outlook 🏈

[yandere] jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

⚣ 🏈 A/N → next installment of yandere jock headcanons. focusing more on our jock himself, Hunter. WARNINGS: MDNI | YANDERE | Omegaverse | Obsessive Behavior | Controlling Behavior |

⚣ 🏈 Summary → We got Remy's side. Now, understand how Hunter sees things.

⚣🏈 Words → 3.3K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🏈🎓

It all started in 7th grade.

Hunter was going through a rough time. His parents weren’t really getting along, and as a result, his dad was even more on his case than usual. Add his slipping grades into the mix, and a clear picture was painted of the kind of stress he was under.

Then, there was him.

When Hunter’s teacher noticed him falling behind along with his increasingly failing grades, she reached out to his parents and suggested getting him a tutor. At first, his father wasn’t going for it, but when convinced by Hunter’s mom, despite their own disagreements, he agreed to it.

But, since he was getting outside help and not performing well on his own, his dad was on him even more, stressing that if he didn’t come out that semester with perfect grades, things wouldn’t be pretty. Thankfully, Hunter’s teacher had chosen one of the best people in their class to tutor the Alpha during breaks and after school.

That person and the ‘him’ in question was Remy Griffin, a straight-A student and one of the smartest Omegas in their class. Hunter had noticed Remy before, and they interacted, but nothing ever consistent, and never outside of school or even their class.

But, during the time they spent over that semester with Remy tutoring Hunter, he began to notice little things about the Omega. How scrunched his face or looked like an angry little pet when he had trouble solving a challenge or question, or when he rapidly bounced his leg up and down when feeling tense or nervous about something.

It was cute.

Even more, Hunter found himself liking other things about the Omega that normally he found annoying in other people. He didn’t like when people were too confident or smug, yet, on Remy, it was endearing. He found it irritating to be in situations where someone was clearly better than him at something, a trait unwillingly passed down from his father, whether through genetics or his questionable parenting.

Yet, for Remy, he found a puzzling curiosity in it. More specifically, he found it like a challenge, one that he actually wanted to prove himself worthy of and not just because his dad made him or whatever.

But none of those were what sparked his devotion, his love, his obsession with the overachiever. What did cause it was something many people would have, seeing it as petty, minuscule even.

“You’re dad sure seems like a “fun” parent. I’m so sorry for you.”

Hunter’s father had picked him up from school the previous day instead of his mom, much to the teen Alpha’s disgruntled annoyance. And, when his father realized who had been tutoring his son, let’s just say he didn’t have the most humbling reaction, turning near unpleasant when he proceeded to be humbled by a 13-year-old Omega after having insulted his intelligence.

The jock should have been insulted, defending his dad’s character against the snotty Omega who insulted him, but instead, he was agreeing with him. Besides, it wasn’t like he was lying.

On the outside, Hunter was calm and quiet, very normal for him and to everyone who knew him. Inside though, the young Alpha couldn’t explain what he was feeling, or even the amount of different feelings he had.

But he did know one thing. Someone had finally seen him. 

Someone actually showed genuine care and empathy for him and not just because they wanted brownie or social points with him because of his popularity status. The only other person he could think of who did that for him was his mom, but only if she wasn’t busy arguing with his dad about whatever stupid thing they were fussing over.

And, thinking about it this whole time, Remy was doing this tutoring thing for Hunter with no benefit to him. The Omega was one of the few people who never tried to get close to the Alpha just because they wanted to boost their social status or whatever.

Remy always had his own priorities, and Hunter was never one of them, but after that moment, Remy became Hunter’s one and only priority.

Remy unknowingly and unwillingly became a source of comfort for the Alpha, and whether Hunter would ever admit it or not, there was something he wanted that his father, more or less taught him.

Someone who tested him and challenged him to be his best. A partner who would listen to him and let him lead them, following his every word. A lover he could devote himself to and take care of so that all they had to focus on was loving him.

Hunter wanted Remy, and thanks to another trait his dad passed down to him, though this one he was grateful for, his decisive nature already led him to the decision that he would have him, no matter the cost.

“Nunca ansiaba atención hasta que probé el tuyo.” "I never craved attention until I tasted yours."

From there, through the rest of their passing years in school, Hunter slowly became more and more attached and enamored by the tunnel-vision-focused Omega. Yet, it was that exact tunnel vision that kept Remy focused more on his grades and extracurriculars rather than the Alpha himself.

So, some extra measures would need to be taken. What better way to get the Omega’s attention than to find subtle ways to involve himself more in his life?

It started with small things.

When they entered high school, Hunter would find different ways to get into more of Remy’s classes than he originally had. The Alpha was actually very smart, despite any stereotypes assigned to him because of his jock status in school.

And never be fooled. Alphas could be just as cunning and charming as Omegas. Many faculty and staff in school loved and praised Remy for his high dedication to his academics and outstanding performance and drive, but adults all over loved Hunter even more for much less.

Hunter was the school’s star quarterback, as well as basketball and baseball captain. His family was a bit more known and regarded highly in their town, so he was a lot more known and pointed to than he cared to admit.

It was those very things, along with his persuasive (manipulative) and charming ways he learned from his father, that he was able to get into Remy’s classes every single year. He managed to even get into the A.P. ones, which raised suspicions from the Omega himself but he didn’t question it in the beginning.

It created even more of an opportunity. If there were subjects or sections Hunter didn’t understand (or pretended to not understand), how convenient would it be that the smartest kid in school happened to be in the same class? And, since they had a prior history already, it was even more perfect of an opportunity that the teacher always agreed to assign Remy as Hunter’s tutor.

Remy always was annoyed with the assignment but never complained about the extra credit his teachers began offering him when they noticed his initial refusal. But, it only grew from there.

Hunter was the most popular guy in school, everyone either wanted to be around him or said they were friends with him. The problem with that was the Alpha didn’t care about anyone who wasn’t Remy or someone close to Remy.

Despite the charming personality the adults got from Hunter (even more when needed), his peers got someone completely different. He wasn’t cold, but he also wasn’t warm with them either. The only ones who really got a friendlier version of him were the Alpha teammates and close friends.

They were some of the first to notice Hunter’s sole attention on the school-wide teacher’s pet, and even more, noticed how if their friend wasn’t getting what he wanted from the Omega attention-wise, how much it would affect his attitude and behavior, especially during practice and their games.

It could be said Hunter wasn’t known to be nice. He wasn’t known to be mean either, at least, not for no reason. That being said, give him a reason, and the Alpha became the prodigy of Satan. Their only reprieve was the coach was around to reign him in, or Remy was around.

So, naturally, that became a lot of their side goals. To make practice and their lives more peaceful and smooth, they’d go out of their way to make sure the overachieving Omega was where he needed to be, and doing what he was supposed to be doing, and that was whatever their Captain wanted.

It also included preventing anything that would inevitably piss Hunter off and create an even bigger problem. They were the main reason Remy couldn’t keep a boyfriend. The moment any of them noticed him talking or hanging out with another guy who wasn’t Hunter or another Omega, they intervened.

Despite whatever rumors went around, they didn’t beat up the dudes badly. They just roughed them up a little as a warning. Truly, what they did should have been considered mercy or a blessing compared to what Hunter would do if he invariably got involved, which would happen whenever someone got a little too stubborn (stupid) to heed the first warning.

He’d play nice at first too, but when they kept deciding to be stupid, then things tended to get a little messy. Only Hunter’s best friend Dominic had witnessed the truly horrific things his friend would do when someone disobeyed him, luckily he enjoyed it just as much. For the rest of the team, however, it took seeing Hunter nearly beat a guy to death one time to know they never wanted to get on his bad side. 

It was even more motivation for them to make sure Remy did what Hunter wanted and to practice harder and play harder at their games. The only thing worse for them than Remy not listening to Hunter was them losing a game when he was present, thus embarrassing the Alpha in front of his Omega.

As one can imagine, they rarely lost any game.

Other than that, they continued helping Hunter out with his pursuit of the teacher’s pet affection. Besides keeping other Alphas and guys away from the Omega, they’d keep tabs on him and inform their captain if he was ever doing or going somewhere and he wasn’t around.

They’d also help Hunter convince the coordinator for the yearbook to put Hunter and Remy in the cutest couple section for their class. Freshman year, all they had to do was bribe him. When sophomore year came to a close and the guy got a little too bold, it was another teaching moment for them of how far the Alpha was willing to go and how resourceful he was.

Really made them wonder what kind of blackmail material the captain had on all of them.

But, it wasn’t the end of it. Remy still wasn’t getting the picture, so the Latino would have to take more drastic measures with the Omega to get him to understand his place and role by his side and his side only.

“I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine. Y tu eres mio.” "And you're mine."

Now, senior year’s come, and Hunter’s patience has run thin. No more waiting or playing nice. It was time for Remy to get the picture or drastic measures were going to have to be taken.

Hunter will be nice though, easing Remy into their relationship. But, don’t let this kind gesture lead to any confusion. This overachiever will learn very quickly that while he may be good at achieving his goals and getting what he wants out of a situation, it’s nothing compared to Hunter.

If Hunter wants something, it’s his. No question or discussion about it. And if you get in his way, remember, this Alpha is an athlete, so running will only get you so far.

But, it shouldn’t be hard to convince Remy that he and Hunter belong together. All those years spent in the same classes combined with their frequent tutoring sessions every year and the jock pretty much has all the knowledge he needs about the Omega to show he’s the perfect candidate for Remy’s heart.

The only candidate, to be clear.

Why would Remy even want someone else? Hunter’s is the most considerate and caring boyfriend ever.

Senior year comes, and with the same routine as always, Hunter switches into all of Remy’s classes before the deadline. He even makes sure they’re always sitting next to each other in every class.

Hunter prefers sitting by the windows in the classroom so he has a good view of the outside. He’s an athlete and spends a lot of his life outside playing or doing some activity. And because he knows Remy likes to sit in the front of the classroom, he’ll take the second row by the windows and make sure to reserve his Omega’s seat.

His peers will learn quickly not to even think about sitting in that seat unless they want to suffer social suicide or whatever else Hunter can think of as a consequence. He’s never been above using his social status as a tool to get what he wants. And he’s certainly not going to stop anytime soon.

Plus, it helps keep any outspoken minds in check. Most people may find their relationship cute, adorable, goals and all that drama. Others will be jealous, either of Remy for unwillingly gatekeeping all of Hunter’s attention or just the Alpha himself for not giving any others a chance at the Omega.

Why would he though? Remy doesn’t need anyone else other than him.

Speaking of which, Hunter is basically Remy’s permanent partner for any project or assignment in every class. If the teacher says they can pick their own partners, great! He’s already moving their desks so they're right next to each other.

But, if the teacher happens to assign partners herself and doesn’t put Hunter and Remy together, no problem! He’ll have a talk with them, pulling out that charismatic smile and personality. And, before the period is even over, they’ve already switched everything so the two are once again paired together.

Hunter doesn’t even get offended when Remy tries to switch the partnering back to what the original teacher had because he knows it’s not going to happen. And when the Omega’s request is inevitably denied, he’ll sling his arm around the smaller male with a smug look.

“So, your place or mine?”

Hunter virtually takes away any chance of the Omega being separated from him for too long. Everywhere Remy goes, the jock is right by his side, much to Remy’s annoyance.

At least he’s a gentleman though. He carries Remy’s books for him, as well as any bags that the Alpha deems too heavy for him. Also, since Hunter works out a lot being an athlete and all, he’s always wearing athletic gear, especially compression shirts which no matter how much the Omega denies it, Hunter always catches him eyeing his body when he’s carrying his things, causing a huge boost in his ego and pride.

Remy either has to sit with Hunter at his lunch table with all his jock friends, or the Alpha will move himself to whatever table the Omega’s at with his friends. It’s either one or the other, no discussion. And Remy should not be surprised when Hunter moves him to sit on top of his lap.

Remy could or could not have his own car, but it wouldn’t matter cause Hunter will always make sure he’s his ride to and from school, every single time. The Omega’s parents don’t mind because they also love the Hunter, something the Alpha was very intentional in making sure happened.

Makes things easier for him if Remy’s parents already see him as the perfect and only match for their son.

And this behavior is not just limited to matters relating to school.

As said, Hunter will make Remy attend all his practices and games. He is 100% not above being late to either retrieve the Omega from his house or wherever he’s trying to hide out. Speaking of, if you believe for one second that this man doesn’t have multiple ways of tracking down his Omega, your sanity, and well-being have come into concern.

Being resourceful is just one of the many other useful things Hunter learned from his father.

So, yeah, Remy won’t be able to hide for long until Hunter tracks him down and either creatively finds a way to get the Omega in the car or just tosses him over his shoulder and places him in the car himself. Hunter needs his good luck charm and he has to make sure he reminds Remy why he’s the best and only choice for him in the entire school.

This is why more often than not, Remy will find himself being flanked by other players from Hunter’s team. They really prefer him in a good mood during practice. Plus, he plays better when he knows the Omega is watching which they understand, especially the other Alphas. 

Yes, it’s a pride thing.

But, it doesn’t stop at school or sports. Social events are included. And since the school’s star player is obviously invited to any and all parties and events, Remy is also invited even if he doesn’t care to go. Doesn’t matter though, Hunter’s making sure he goes.

It’s good that their peers and classmates see them out together. Sends a clear message: Remy is Hunter’s and vice versa. And even though Remy doesn’t want to be there, thankfully, he doesn’t have to do much besides stick by Hunter’s side.

The Alpha’s not really concerned with much else besides having conversations or socializing with anyone else who’s not his Omega anyway. In fact, he’ll definitely at some point find an excuse to slip away with Remy to a private room so he can focus all his attention on the Omega.

Is it really a party if you don’t get down and dirty in someone else's bedroom at some point?

But, Hunter’s not just controlling with making sure his Omega is where he needs to be which is by him, he’s also controlling in a lot of other aspects.

Though, he doesn’t really see it as controlling. He’s just looking out for Remy and making sure he’s not doing anything too reckless or dangerous.

Hunter frequently checks and takes Remy’s phone for various and completely justifiable reasons in his head. It’s his duty as an Alpha to monitor what or who Remy is interacting with when the jock’s not around.

If Remy misses or ignores one too many of Hunter’s calls, Hunter is immediately on his way to wherever Remy is and is taking his phone. This even applies sometimes if Remy doesn’t answer one of Hunter’s texts fast enough.

Remy is also not allowed to have a passcode unless Hunter knows it. If Remy knows the passcode to Hunter’s phone (not that he wanted to know), then the jock should absolutely have access to the Omega’s phone.

Also, if they haven’t mated yet, which may or may not be unlikely depending on circumstances, Hunter will force Remy to wear a piece of his clothing. Typically, he’ll go for one of his varsity jackets or jerseys, especially on game days.

That or Hunter will suitably spray Remy’s clothes with his cologne so that the Omega smells like him.

Hunter doesn’t think of himself as controlling, he’s just in love. And all of this is completely normal when you’re in love. Besides, don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same if you were in his position.

“No, you’re not going without me.” “You’re not the boss of me. I don’t have to listen to you.” “¿Quieres apostar por eso?” "You want to bet on that?"

☀️ | YANDERE | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[youwontleaveright]

Gonna start using my imaginary yandere stalker bf to encourage self care 💕

If he's dedicating so much time and energy to me the least I can do is give him someone worthy of all that worship! 💕💕💕

[heartsforhavik]

superfan! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader

✰ warnings: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

✰ a/n: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

[ozzgin]

Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.

-Doll

This is giving me Dragon Quest vibes, haha. Not a trope I'm too familiar with, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. I shall do my best! Sorry for the delay, I hope it's close to what you imagined. :)

Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader

As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)

[Part 2]

You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.

A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.

Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.

This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.

You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.

"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.

He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.

Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naive faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.

The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.

You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.

His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."

Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.

What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.

[rxmye]

" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 "

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — you're his entire world, his only thought, the very illness that has corrupted his mind and body . . .

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / mentions of sleep medication / pathetic yandere / suggestive content / a character slightly aimed towards people with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: edited, Lucas first fanfic is out !! . . click here to read it !! <3

He was someone with fleeting attraction—yet a hopeless romantic, who'd spend most of his class time doodling away in his notebook instead of taking actual notes, writing these scenarios that played out in his mind—tired hazy doodles of small characters, blurry lines of writing, scribbled out text, as he struggled to stay awake—

He had never had a proper sleeping schedule, and if he did he'd never stick to it, a night owl who often faced the consequences of his own actions, sleep medication was something he was all too familiar with, the feeling of being restless without sleep, his nerves always on edge, dark circles under his eyes made him feel insecure, and alarmingly out of character.

He felt something touch his back, he froze, nerves all over the place, a pit growing in his stomach as he turned almost instinctively to face whoever touched him, pushing their hand off harshly . . . "Hey Yoichi . . what's up with you man, why so aggressive?!" Lucas asked . . and then he froze, letting out a nervous and rather embarrassed chuckle, "Ah—um . . sorry Lucas . . just feeling a little tired that's all", he replied softly, voice barely coming out.

To be quite honest, when he first saw you, Yoichi thought nothing of it, he sat at the very back and you for some reason, sat in front of him, not that he minds, you're presence covered him from the teachers eyesight, which allowed him to do whatever he wanted, he was even able to drift off to sleep during that period.

However, it wasn't until he found himself, drawing tiny versions of you in his notebook, little doodles, pink ink staining the paper as he hearted your initials together—his name then your last name . . your name then his last name . . . names of future children—that he realized he was crushing on you . . . big time.

His emotions was fleeting, it had always been, he didn't think much of it . . it was just a simple crush, everyone has one of those, and they go away with time.

Yoichi was a punctual student—and a well organized one—he'd rarely forget his books, much less the notebook with his embarrassing doodles of him and you, it would ruin his image to be quite honest . . yet for some reason he had forgotten it in class today, it could've been his ever-growing restlessness due to a lack of sleep, or maybe the caffeine that's been fucking with his head since early in the morning—he sighed—knocking himself out of his own thoughts, as he twisted the doorknob, hopefully the teacher left the class unlocked.

The door was open, to his utter relieve . . . wait . . . "y/n?", he spoke, taken aback—you were soundly asleep on your desk—you looked so at . . peace . . . calm? . . . Nothing could describe the emotions he felt as he approached you, slowly reaching over to his desk and grabbing his notebook, quickly stuffing it in his backpack—he should go . . , that would be the best course of action . . .

Yet he couldn't . . . he knelt down on the floor, leaning his head on the desk, starring at your face, looking into every curve and line, in his eyes every imperfection just made you even more perfect, the pattern of your breath was soothing to his otherwise restless mind, a soothing scent radiated off of you, and for the first time in months, he felt sleepy . . . like he could sleep without a care . . . everything felt so right. . .—nothing felt displaced or disoriented.

That was the day that started it all, it seems, Yoichi had started forming something that was akin to obsession, he couldn't sleep at all without you—a piece of you—something that reminded him of that calming scent that he felt that day, you calmed his overdriven nerves, you halted his troubles for more than a fleeting moment.

Yoichi knew what he was doing was odd, especially when he found himself picking up the wrapper you threw out, and taking inhaling it, his eyes growing half lidded—he felt like a drug addict—drunk off of you . .

Fleeting touches would tick off his ever delusional mind, a small compliment could set him on overdrive and in the back of his head he knew he was growing addicted, a pit in his stomach grew as he felt slightly disgusted with himself, with the obscene and rather degrading things he'd do, just to get something touched by you.

Lucas stared at his friend, who seemed no better than dead, "Are ya' okay?" he asked, looking him up and down, "You look like a train-wreck", he stated half out of concern and half out of clear disdain and possibly curiosity, "Is it normal?", Yoichi spoke up, taking a gulp of air as he continued, "to want someone so badly that it's hard to explain—like—a part of me feels obsessed, like I feel like carving my own heart out and showing them just to prove my love wont be enough—they could claw out my fingernails—and from where I'm standing, I'd still look at them with only love . . . but at the same time I feel disgusted with the feelings I feel—", Yoichi kept blabbering on, until his friend shushed him, taking a sip of his drink as he jokingly replied, "I mean . . if you love them that much, then their clearly the one . . ."

Yoichi blanked out, as Lucas chuckled, he has no idea how much of his teasing words Yoichi would take to heart that day nor of it's lasting consequences . . .

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