#yancore

[desecrated-lover]

wym you aren’t stalking me? don’t you love me? don’t you want me???

[gurokichi]

You’ve been mine since the day I first laid eyes on you. Don’t you feel that pull too? There’s no denying it, it’s fate for us to be together ♡

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, kinky, panty fetish...

♡ FEM reader

Weird, weird, weird pervert who’s got you pinned like in some strange wrestling move. Skirt lifted over your belly with your cunt tipped up to his face.

He’s got his tongue poking into the fabric of your panties. Spitting on the pink fabric, making it turn dark. Eyes big and steal-gazing to how it starts to cling to the outline of your cunt—making his cheeks rouge. 

He doesn’t peel it to the side, put traces your slit with his fingers, rubbing you through the wet layer, soaking it with more of his tongue until it’s drenched all over and all the way through, making your own self get sticky beneath it. 

Finding your hole, he pokes the lace inside it. Fucking it into you, breath shuddering while watching it disappear, getting swallowd and sucked inside. 

When he pulls it out again, he puts his mouth back on you—sucking the fabric dry of his spit and your taste. 

He keeps it up until you cum. 

The crotch of your panties stretched out and thin, looking like a frayed rope, barely covering anything anymore. 

That’s when he grips it and pulls it, elastic strings snapping until it rips apart at both your hips. 

He then bags them and runs off like a thief in the night.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shigaraki, Amajiki ♡ JJK – Mahito, Gojo, Yuuta, Choso, Higuruma ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira ♡ WB – Sakura

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[finallychaoticeffigy]

Yandere Sleeping beauty au

TW : NONCON, DON'T READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE

You were cursed. Apparently your noble parents were literal shits. Some random witch got angry and instead of taking it out on them, they decided to take it out on you. Yeah sucks, you didn't even do anything. The witch cursed you , on your 18th you were destined to fall into a deep slumber, and there's no cure.

Your life pretty much spins doing the same thing. Eat , sleep and stuff. You did have a friend though, the crown prince. Although he always looks creepy, hes the only one you have, so you suck it up and continue hanging out with him.

You two were childhood friends. Even though his status is clearly higher than yours, Your parents were quite close. Close enough that when both of you come into existence, they decide that you too were gonna be inseparable. And the crown prince didn't mind, in fact he seems to have some attachment to you. When you two were just kids, he would stick to you like glue.

"Y/n ! Y/n ! You're here again ! Let's go to my room and play !" He lunged and wrapped his arms around you.

"Your highness... I can't breathe properly, Will you be so kind and loosen up a bit ?" You struggled at his touch.

"Ow. I am sorry .... Let's just go please...."

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He stared at you. You were sleeping so peacefully .....And so so Beautiful. It's been 2 days since your 18th birthday... since you collapsed. He was devastated, of course. He ordered every guard to hunt down the witch that did this to you. If he had known this earlier, he would have found her but alas you and your parents were good at secrets.

He threatened to slaughter both your parents if they didn't hand you over to him. Being the selfish shit person they are, they were planning to just kill you , it's not like there's any cure so what's the point right?

Boy was he livid when he realized what they were about to do that he just beheaded them right there. He just took you, he took your sleeping form and just laid you on his bed.

Every night he would only embrace you. You were so warm , soft and he loves you so much. Until time passed and it became more intense, he started leaving wet kisses all over you. Sucking your skin until it becames purple.

He never stopped searching for that witch that did this to you. He and his men searched far and wide, never bothering to miss a place , hoping that maybe someday, and he knows , that you once again will awoke.

He started losing his mind. He started talking to you. Saying how much he loves you and things he would do to you the moment you were awake. Then when no words would come out of you, only light snores he would chuckle and embrace you even tighter.

He didn't see anything wrong with it. You are his after all. Then it happened.

He was admiring you . Leaving wet kisses all over your sleeping face as always. Then he got the urge. He stared at your clothes.

"Baby. You look so pretty in this dress" he hover above your sleeping form.

"I am going to take it off , Ok baby? " He slides the strap on your shoulder, then lowers until your chest is revealed .

He blushed a deep shade of red at your sight. Then take your left breast in his hand. He groaned, the feeling of your soft flesh in his hand is driving him insane.

He strips you fully naked. Poor girl, you have no idea what is happening to you right now. How your so-called friend that you thought cherishes you so much could do such a thing.

His breathing was loud. He caress your body with care. His touch gentle and sweet, full of admiration, lust , love, obsession.

He licked your face. Then your lips, softly biting them. He moaned in delight. He's sick in the head, he was very much aware so but he just craves for you so much .

"I am so sorry my darling.... I just..I love you so much, I can't help myself" sweat dripping down his forehead and excitement is evidence in his eyes.

He kneels before you. He carefully spread your legs and began to worship your body. He licked, sucked , he loves it, he loves it a lot. Your warm sleeping body quietly squirms. Gosh you are so adorable.

"YOU thrust ARE thrust MINE " he declares as he pound. His face buried deep in your neck biting them feeling an irresistible urge. His left arm wrapped protectively around your waist while the other on your head.

"Mhhhh You're only mine baby....Just mine and mine alone . We belong together. I fucking love you so much . "

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Your body felt heavy. You sit on the huge bed and stretch . That was a good sleep , you thought. What year is it? It can't be that long is it .

You gasped when you realised you were at your 'friends' room. It was the same grand room with your portraits hanging on the walls. You once told him to stop doing it but bloody cow he was stubborn.

You got up , legs shaking. You felt pain all over your body. Then when you finally come into senses you just noticed that you were covered in hickeys and love marks. At first you gaslight yourself into thinking it's just mosquitoes. You weren't dumb though.

You needed to get the hell away from here. You don't like what's happening. You raced to the door only to find it was locked. Fuck.

You wish you got away from him as early as possible. You wanted to cry. You climbed back to his bed because you didn't have a choice. You crawled into the tiniest ball and hugged a pillow.

A few minutes later he barged in. "Baby !...Baby !, You're finally awake !" He muttered like a child. You could see hearts in his eyes. "I tortured that witch real good , how about a kiss for my good behavior" he cooe.

[taintedbyink]

Me when I am often impulsive and reckless, hurting people I love on accident because I feel too much too often.

typing “me n who?” knowing that i am difficult and unlovable

[ozzgin]

Thinking about yandere partners who aren't quite the jealous type; but not for the reasons you might think. They'll watch someone else flirt with you, a gleeful smile on their face, completely unperturbed. They'll listen about your cheeky coworker with an interested nod, the same peaceful expression plastered on their face. Sometimes you have to wonder if they even care.

In truth, their lack of envy is rather simple to explain: in their mind, there's not the faintest shred of doubt that you belong to them. Moreover, they fail to see anyone else as competition. I'm talking about those confident, violent, ruthless yandere partners who could easily get rid of someone if they so desired. Whether through sheer strength or careful manipulation, these individuals are quick to dispose of their targets. Thus, there was never a rivalry to begin with; the conflict will have ended before it even started.

Perhaps they're even enjoying themselves, watching you being approached by those greedy perverts or downright fools who believe they have a chance. There's a very thin line that's about to be crossed, and they're beyond elated to entertain themselves with the poor soul who's just committed the unforgivable sin.

"Why don't you come with me outside for a moment," they'll suggest softly, glancing down at their victim who's annoyed you a little too much.

This one's about to learn why no one ever goes too far with you: they never make it to that point.

König, Yan!Bodyguard, Yan!Yakuza, Yan!Prison, Yan!Bad Guy, Yan!Demon King

[divenlydecayed]

For as long as I exist you will always be loved. I see you in the stars, the sea, and the flowers that line the pavement. I look for you in every crowd, and I'll look for you in every lifetime.

[yandere-romanticaa]

The sheer amount of notes on this fic is disgusting. Like, it actually makes me want to grab by head and pluck out each individual hair that grows because what the heck.

But it also so bizarrely validating in a way. I was super depressed when I wrote this but I just twisted that sadness to fit the yandere mold, and seeing people so actively fawn over this... I don't know. It's a special, warm feeling. It makes me feel less alone.

Seen the request, so I shall deliver. Could you pls write a drabble or hcs of a yandere sunday with an isekaied reader?

Good timing because I'm actually planning a non yan isekai fic for him, I wonder if you saw that post. Here it is in case you haven't.

Sincerest apologies if this isn't the best, this fic is 100% emotionally charged by my obsession with him and frankly with a little bit of a high for passing a tricky exam. This is a treat for myself.

EDIT: Please check out this wonderful comic that @danijaci made me based off this fic!! 😭🫶

Picking up the cup from the fine oak table, you gazed towards the eerie galaxy before you, hundreds upon thousands of stars giving you a constant reminder of just how far from home you truly were. Taking a sip from the little porcelain cup you could not help but to hum in delight, the soft notes of the tea soothing your nerves ever so lightly as you pretended to ignore the heavy gaze which lingered at the back of your head.

Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that Sunday was eager to approach you. Still, he kept his distance and made a silent offering in the form of the very tea you drank at the moment.

Anything is better than Himeko's coffee but you were never going privy her to that.

In a not so distant past, all of this was nothing but fiction. The Express, the story, the characters - it was all nothing more but fiction, something to pass the time as your days went on and on, the same monotony repeating each and every day.

It was hard to not think about your friends and family, what sane person would not? Lord knows how they must be feeling right now, worried sick out of their minds with indescribable sorrow. In their eyes you had merely vanished, not a single trace to be found. For all they knew you could have been left for dead in a ditch somewhere, beaten, bloodied and broken, never to see the light again or if they were even more inclined to be morbid, you had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Death at the very least grants you finality, that all is over regardless of what happened moments prior.

But that was simply not the case for you.

Here you were, lounging about in a comfortable chair as you pondered on your old life while enjoying tiny little luxuries, far away where none of your loved ones could reach you. However, life was funny sometimes because it had some fun games in store.

Sunday was very kind upon arrival. He made sure to always be there for you, always checking up on you, always there to keep you company. You were already smitten with him but now to actually witness him in the flesh was just... Indescribable. You got along like a house on fire, so much so that the crew liked to tease that you ought to just get a room. Sunday, ever the gentleman, would just brush their words aside and assure you to not take their playful little jabs to heart.

You wouldn't say anything, resorting to merely giving him a smile but not because of what he said but rather of what he did not - never once did he actually shut down those perverse accusations. Never, not even once did he deny them.

He became an emotional crutch, someone to whom you would come running to when things got tough and he would always welcome you with open arms. Sunday would hold you tenderly, his serene voice dripping with honey along with a tender drop of ecstasy, for his excitement with holding you would just show itself sometimes. His grip would be too tight at certain moments, never quite ready to let you leave. His hugs were warm and comforting, he always smelled so good too. He smelled like kindness and sweet wildflowers, always lulling you back to him no matter the time. In dark corners and perhaps even under the watchful eyes of the crew, Sunday would wrap his scarf around your head, securing the soft fabric in order to provide you with a sense of comfort.

It was humiliating just how much you would try to inhale his scent as much as possible. You wanted it etched deep inside your memory, you wished for it to linger on your very soul and for it to follow you everywhere you went, sticking to your being like tar. The fabric of the scarf would muffle your ears a little but someone was always chatting in the background. Be it March bickering with Dan Heng, Mr Yang scolding someone for doing something they were not supposed to, or just Conductor Pom Pom trying to give a speech, all of it was irrelevant.

You were ready to kill whoever would try to pry you away from sweet Sunday. That thought came often which had left you worried - just what kind of person had you become? Regardless, you kept your mouth shut and had no plans of sharing such violent sentiments with anyone, particularly not to the one you held so dear.

When it was time to part for the evening you would bid the crew farewell and wished them a good night. You always made sure to take a few extra seconds with Sunday, just to ease your aching soul. He would tell you to sleep well and would see you in the morning, ready to take on any endeavor that crossed your paths.

As everyone parted ways, Sunday would wander off somewhere dark and distant, somewhere no one could see nor hear him. He would fall to his knees and clutch his chest in agony, fat tears streaming down his face as he did everything he possibly could to steady his raging heart. In a rush he would reach for the scarf which clung around his neck, his grip tighter than iron as he would bring it close to his nose. Taking a large, deep breath, Sunday was greeted by your familiar scent which would promptly calm his poor heart.

He sometimes wondered if his heart would start bleeding from the pain due to the sheer intensity of his emotions.

This was wrong, everything about this was not right and it hurt. Sunday was obviously ill but he had no clue on how to fight this... This emotion, this white hot feeling of need whenever you stood by his side. He started to choke on the air around him and fell into an abrupt coughing fit but even then, he could bring himself to remove the scarf from the lower part of his face.

Sunday wept and sobbed, filthy snot coming out from his nose but he could not handle that now. He needed you, Oh Heavenly Aeons, how he needed you. However was he going to tell you how he felt? How, oh how was he going to express the sheer magnitude of his true thoughts? He would scare you off, he was sure of it.

Even with this pain, even with these clipped wings and bleeding heart, Sunday had never felt so alive, so harrowingly present in the moment whenever he was with you.

Perhaps, he was doing himself a kindness by just letting you be. Drink your tea, be at peace.

He can always just make you another cup if you so desired.

Without knowing, you both haunted each other in the most agonizing way known to mankind and neither was strong enough to face the reality of the situation.

[gurokichi]

Be possessive over me. I like being reminded that I belong to you, that I’m yours alone.

[inkempressz]

Thinking about soft boyfriend who's actually an insane yandere.

He's so perfect. He's been the best of boy and done everything to perfection. He laughs at the right time and cries at the right time.

He always knows when you're upset or if something at college/ work is bothering you. He's got your entire schedule memorised. He knows when you eat, when you work, what time you normally do your laundry and when you go to sleep.

It's like he lives in your mind. He brings the cutest of gift and showers you in the sweetest compliments. You never knew you could date such a guy. It's like you won the lottery. And he is the perfect price.

Unbeknownst to you however, he's got small mini cameras all over your house. He can easily monitor every angle of your body from any direction. He knows when you cry yourself to sleep or get a little naughty at night.

There's no place to hide from him. You're such a fun little thing if you think you can. He's got a tracking app installed into you phone which you have no idea about.

He knows you like the back of his hand and god he's never going to let you go. He thanks the lord and nearly dies of pure pleasure when you finally let him in. When you finally open yourself to him. When you finally let those unnecessary clothes come off your body. When you finally let out those pretty sounds that he's been dreading to hear.

[devouredanddrained]

Parasocials are so cute. Yes, stalk my blog. Imagine us together, even if we’ve barely spoken. Even if we’ve never spoken. Maybe your delusions are right, maybe we *are* meant to be together. Sorry I love the idea of having a little stalker that I can stalk back and then we fall in love because we’re both weird as fuck

[decay-n-pale]

Obsession is creeping in and It's all your fault.

You can't just be so fucking sweet to me and expect me not to fall for you.

[taintedbyink]

“My boy” “My love” “My darling” “My pretty/handsome boy” Knees buckling. Face flushed. Heart pounding.

“ my “ before any pet name makes me weak.

[bleedingruffles]

btw if we’re dating you literally own me and have full permission to do anything at all to me

[thatonedeadboi]

My obsession for you isn't quiet, my love. the world will know that you belong to me. they'll see the marks that match on our skin. the way my hand finds your back and the way you whisper to only my ears. they'll know my softness is only for you and my hands were made to hold you.

let me adore you softly and claim you loudly.