#yandere drabble

[rexhya]

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yandere!prince who is keen on what your preferences are. (sometimes more than you yourself)

Anul watches as you pet the tiny beast, it's the affection he's ever seen you give willingly and of course he boils hot with jealousy. Your whispers coo at the kitten, you didn't realize he was there untill the crunching of a leaf scared tge poor animal away. You frowned and turned to see what had caused the disturbance. It was Anul, an almost cute pout on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked you pulling your body into a hug, letting go to cradle your face.

"Nothing, my prince, I was tending to the gardens and it simply strolled along." you were cautious when you said it, nowadays anything would set him off.

"Do you love me [Name]?" he said suddenly, holding you tighter, your breasts pressed right up against his solid chest.

He didn't wait for an answer as he stared, "Because as you know very well, I love you. And if there's something wrong with me that's you don't like, you need to just say it. I would rather you be with someone you at the very least find attractive."

You blinked for a moment unsure of what to say, was Anul, next in line to rule a kingdom of over a million seriously jealous of a cat? "I, uhm, I don't find you unappealing in any way my prince." he was hooked on every word, huffing in dissatisfaction when you finally gave your answer.

"Really?" he asked, tilting his head slightly and you knew what was coming.

"Really."

"Then why don't you show me?"

And his lips were on yours before you could answer. It was hot, and selfish the way Anul kissed you. Like he knew your heart wasn't fully in it but still wanted more, he and you both were shaking by the time he was done, his eyes in a lovesick daze that made your stomach churn.

"I love you, [Name], more then anyone in this entire world could imagine." And that, you knew was true.

[casuallyanidiot]

Got a fair few asks about Danny (aka Yandere Farmboy) and what he'd be like in marriage, with kids and the In-Laws etc. So here are a few HCs about that !

Tw. BabyTrapping, Yandere, Power Imbalance, Forced Marriage, Implied Noncon, Slut shaming, implied abortion, implied homophobia/transphobia at the end, Fem! AFAB! Reader

The Marriage

I've gone into some detail about how Danny would treat you once he got his hands on you in another ask. He likes getting you all dressed up and proper, and he never wants to see you with dirt smeared across your face ever again.

Danny would want to wait until you were pretty far into your pregnancy to actually marry you. Hell, he might even wait until you actually have his baby. You'd asked him to just get it over with right after he got your parent's permission to take you away from the farm and into his home, but he wanted everyone to see what you had become.

You aren't just some rat scurrying around town anymore. No, you're his. And now there's no way you can deny it. Because if you do, you risk being shunned by everyone.

"That poor Petusky kid... getting stuck with that whore."

"She's lucky he even keeps her around. If it were me, I would've run her off a long time ago."

Danny had you moved into his family home soon after the events of the first fic. He likes sitting there, rubbing your growing belly and murmuring words of comfort. He forces you to recline in a plush, padded rocking chair he made with his father just for you.

"This is the happiest I've ever been," he praised as he pressed kisses to your skin. He smiled at the way you flinched, and he cooed softly. "The wedding venue is booked. Plus I've got the bakery prepping a cake. A big one too, with your favorite flavors," He said. You don't remember telling him what they were. "We just gotta wait until this little one arrives. Getting married will be the best thing that's ever happened to you, I swear. Weddings are just... stressful. Don't want anything hurting the baby now, do we?"

Of course he doesn't let you work. You're his precious wife, after all. Plus he seethes at the thought of failing you, of letting you slip from his fingers and back into a life where he can't control your happily ever after. You'll have no financial freedom, that's for certain.

He's eerily attuned to your wants and needs. he's spent years observing you, your interests. The way your eyes would trail longingly on the other women in town with their nicer clothes, the way in school that you tried and tried to keep up with other academically. You wanted a better life. He had that. He could give you that.

He adores you, he really does. He'd buy you old Bronte sister novels and sit there with you when you'd struggle to read them. He comes back to you every day, no matter how sweaty and caked in mud he might be, pressing flowers into your hands.

Maybe if he'd been less of a creep, less desperate to possess you entirely, then perhaps he could've been the love of your life.

The In-Laws

Danny's parents, like mentioned in the original fic, are pretty much the wealthiest people in town if not the entire area. They own several cattle ranches and acres upon acres of land that's perfect for tilling. Really they're the exact opposite of your family.

They aren't unkind per se, but you could definitely feel them judging you whenever you had spoken to them in the past. They'd smile at you in an overly friendly manner that felt empty as it looked nice. Just typical southern politeness wrapped in a shiny veneer.

That being said, when Danny came to them one day, dragging your shaking form in front of them, they knew something was up. There's no reason a girl like you should seem so upset that their precious baby boy was promising her the moon and stars. When he goes on to explain " She's gonna have my baby. I know you should wait until marriage and all, but we got to excited and well..."

A shotgun marriage with the town tramp. Not exactly ideal for a sterling reputation, but they could work with this. Most of the town would probably judge you no matter what, but Danny's parents subtly nudge people to think of you like some gold digger.

They can sense that Danny did something to you. You flinch sometimes when you think no one is looking, and his mother has caught you crying alone in some random room in their big house a couple times. Unfortunately, though, you're far less important to them than their son. If he wanted you that badly, he can have you. They're just gonna make sure everything stays under wraps.

Danny's father doesn't really care for you one way or another. He doesn't really get what his kid sees in you, but then again, he can kind of see why the boy grew up to be so damn possessive. He had traditional values pummeled into him from a young age, and what's more traditional than marrying your high school sweetheart and providing for her and your family? Once you get cleaned up a bit and start living with them more often, he quietly accepts you as part of the family. He likes whittling toys for your new arrival when he's not working or with his wife, and he finds you to be a pleasant addition. Overall, he'll keep his mouth shut on what Danny did for the sake of everyone in the family and for his own peace.

Danny's mother on the other hand is quite involved when it comes to you. Your her daughter in-law! Ain't that something? It's kind of clear that she doesn't like you from the beginning, but she can't get rid of you and sweep you under the rug in the way she'd like. If it was up to her, you'd be headed for some backwater clinic before being shipped off to the big city, never to be seen again. But Danny loves you, and she can't exactly stop him without risking putting him in jail or having their reputation ruined. So, you stay, much to her resentment.

Second to Danny, she spends the most time with you. She's a housewife as well, so she helps you learn how to take care of a proper household for once. Your manners and demeanor are awful in her opinion. You're too skittish and sad looking! So what if you've been forced to marry your stalker? Don't you know how many other girls would've killed for this, young lady? Just like her husband, though, she becomes more fond of you over time. Once you're settled in and start meekly accepting her offers to bake, clean, and do general busy work with her, she starts actually seeing you not as her son's property, but as her daughter. She had all boys after all, so it's nice to have another girl in the house. She keeps tabs on you for Danny, sending him candid photos of you and the baby once it arrives. Now that she actually likes you, sweeping the whole thing under the rug changes to include keeping you as well.

Danny has little sibling as well: two younger brothers. They're both far younger than him, and they don't really have an opinion of you one way or another. You just kind of... appeared in their house one day. Their mom and dad started stressing for a while, and you didn't seem too happy either, so what was this whole deal? I think they'd be very kind to you initially, bothering you to play and sharing sweets when they wished to, and they're both curious and annoyed about the fact that a baby is going to join them soon.

I think that while the siblings don't learn about what happened to you, their perception of love and morality would be heavily skewed by the fact that you, being scared and held in the house against your will, and their big brother are presented as the pinnacle of romance.

Overall, you'd be accepted, but there are definitely a lot of strings attached to that.

The kids

I think Danny really loves his kids with you. Or rather, he loves the idea of having a family more than he actually would the kids themselves. He's always had this dream that the two of you would be lost in a fluffy, domestic bliss until the day you died, and part of that meant a few little ones running around.

He's a good dad in the sense that he'd always be there for them. He'd take them to games, to dance practice, teach them how to work in the fields and buy them gifts. He's very present, but it's always with an undercurrent of control. You don't want to ruin this happy family, do you now? Your kids love their father, they love this happy home, so don't you dare think about leaving, okay?

In addition, I think that Danny would have a really hard time dealing with a kid that deviated from what he considered to be "normal" or "traditional". Part of his whole power in their very conservative town is that his family is a paragon of tradition and "societal values". It's how he trapped the reader after all. But if his kids threatened that balance of power by trying to leave the farm, go to the city, or be anything other that what he'd been trying to turn them into, I think he would genuinely lose it. His kids are not people to him, they are ideas and pawns that he'd become attached to.

If the kids turned out to be more like him in possessive, controlling behavior, then I think then he'd probably recognize them as their own individuals rather than just an fantasy he had for a legacy or a life with the reader.

[theeartuaist]

When Obsession Has Unlimited Resources

Following up on my post about institutional yanderes (the ones with ACTUAL systemic power like judges, doctors, etc.), I've been thinking about another terrifying category that keeps me up at night: the ELITE yandere. Not just wealthy, but the kind with so much social capital and resources that normal boundaries simply don't apply to them.

Let's break down this nightmare fuel into three distinct but equally terrifying subcategories:

The Ultra-Wealthy Yandere

This isn't just "rich person obsessed with you" – I'm talking about the kind of wealth that makes problems disappear. Billionaire-level resources where money isn't just power, it's practically its own legal system.

The ultra-wealthy yandere doesn't need to stalk you themselves – they have a security team for "your protection." They don't need to threaten your landlord – they just buy your entire apartment building. They don't need to sabotage your job – they acquire the company and have you transferred to the division that reports directly to them.

It's horrific hiw easy it is for them. Your boyfriend suddenly gets a dream job offer overseas? Your best friend wins an "all-expenses-paid vacation" that keeps getting extended? Your family's medical debt mysteriously disappears right before they receive a "generous offer" on their house that would relocate them hours away? That's not coincidence – that's calculated elimination of your support system through "generosity."

"I noticed you were struggling to make rent, so I took care of it. No need to thank me. By the way, I bought out your lease. You can stay here for free... or move into my guest house. Your choice, of course."

Every kind gesture has invisible strings. Every "coincidence" is purchased. And you can never PROVE anything because who would believe that a billionaire with everything would go to such lengths for someone like you? The power imbalance is so vast that even your valid concerns sound like delusions of grandeur.

The Celebrity Yandere

This is the yandere with not just wealth, but a public platform and an army of devoted fans. The person whose obsession with you is disguised as "inspiration" or "devotion to their muse."

The celebrity yandere weaponizes their fandom. That cryptic song lyric about someone with your exact birthdate? The character in their movie who shares your unique mannerism? Their fans will dissect every detail, hunting down the "inspiration" until your privacy is shredded by people who think they're participating in a romantic scavenger hunt.

They don't need to contact you directly – they can send messages through their work that only you would understand. They don't need to threaten you – they just need to express "disappointment" and watch as their fans become an unwitting harassment campaign.

"I can't believe you're dating someone else when [Celebrity] OBVIOUSLY wrote their entire album about you! How could you be so ungrateful?"

The most terrifying part is that you become part of their narrative whether you consent or not. Your identity gets absorbed into their public persona. Your private moments become content, your resistance becomes drama, and if you try to speak out? Their PR team ensures your story is buried beneath headlines about your "obsession" with them.

The Old Money/Political Dynasty Yandere

This isn't about new wealth or public fame – this is generational power. The yandere whose family name opens doors, whose connections run through every elite institution, whose influence is woven into the very fabric of society.

The old money yandere doesn't need flashy displays of power. They operate through whispers at country clubs, through college friends who now run institutions, through family connections that go back centuries. Your graduate school application gets rejected from everywhere except the program where they happen to be studying. Your promising career path suddenly hits invisible barriers – except in their family's field. Opportunities mysteriously vanish and reappear in ways that funnel you directly into their orbit.

"What a pleasant surprise running into you here. Did you know my family has been members of this club for generations? Let me introduce you to everyone. They're very interested in meeting you."

Their obsession is cloaked in tradition and propriety. Their stalking looks like proper courtship. Their family doesn't threaten you – they simply make it clear that your future success in any elite space depends on your relationship with their heir. And if you try to break away? The subtle blacklisting begins – nothing provable, just doors quietly closing.

What makes ALL these elite yanderes so dreadful is that their obsession is disguised as opportunity, as generosity, as privilege.

"Do you know how many people would KILL to be in your position?" "You should be grateful they even noticed you." "How could someone like THEM possibly be obsessed with someone like YOU?"

The gaslighting isn't just from them – it's from an entire society that views their attention as an honor rather than a prison. A society that sees their resources as inherently legitimising their behavior.

And when the alternative is complete financial ruin, or public humiliation, or professional blacklisting... the gilded cage starts looking like safety. Your resistance is worn by the sheer exhaustion of fighting against resources that seem infinite and you become complicit in your own captivity.

Capitalism is the real enabler here.

[davinawritings]

Imagine Yandere Fae Finding Out You Are Just As Crazy And Obsessed As He Is

Warnings: Smut, Yandere Behavior, Manipulation, Love Potion

He became completely enamored with you when he first met you in the forest near your home. This sweet little human that he knew must be his. He would make you his wife and bind your life with his own. He visited you day after day, charming you with his words and dazzling you with his smile. Though no matter how hard he tried, you were careful not to accept his advances.

You declined any gifts he offered, from hand-picked flowers to shiny jewels. Initially, he thought it was cute, but his patience wore out quickly. He didn’t want to kidnap you and bring you to his home, but he was becoming closer and closer to doing so. Desperate to finally make you his, he devised a different plan, tracking down a witch and having her brew a love potion. He knew it was wicked, but he couldn’t wait for you to admit your love for him anymore. He needed to have you, and he needed you now.

When he offered you the drink, you refused as usual. He explained that it was a gift for you with no expectations in return, thus avoiding the usual repercussions of accepting a gift from a fae. With a beaming smile, you accepted the drink but said you would have it with dinner. He had gone to his home that night, feeling defeated, knowing you would probably discard the gift, and he would be back at square one. Kidnapping seemed to be the next option. You would be his one way or another.

Today is the day he plans to finally take you home. To his surprise, as he walked up to your small house, you ran partway to meet him, jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately. It had taken a few seconds for his mind to stop reeling, but as soon as it did, he was groaning and kissing you back fiercely. He was elated to finally have you in his arms and quickly took you to his home. He had already prepared everything, thinking he was taking you forcefully, but happy to have you come willingly, or at least as willingly as you could under the influence of a love potion.

The fae wasted no time in taking you to bed, his cock aching to be inside you for weeks already. He gave you as much pleasure as he took from you. The room became a symphony of your moans, whines, and whimpers. His own groans mix in harmony with the echoes of skin against skin. He flips you onto your stomach and slides into you from behind. His thrusts are desperate and rough like he’s trying to permanantly shape your cunt with his cock. 

He kisses and leaves little bites all along your shoulder and neck, moaning in your ear about how good you feel. His mouth rambles on in his pleasure-induced haze. He is vaguely aware of calling you his good girl for drinking his gift, but he is snapped back to reality when you respond that you never drank it. His hips stop as his cock is half way inside you, his whole body freezing in place as your words sink in. You look over your shoulder at him and let out a laugh, a wicked smile on your lips.

He stares deep into your eyes as you say, “I knew we were made for each other from the moment we met, my darling. I just wanted to see how far you would go to have me. I needed to ensure you crave me as much as I crave you. I must admit I was waiting for you to just sweep me up and take me, but the love potion was a nice touch”. At his bewildered look, you continue, “My aunt was a witch, my darling. I know a love potion when I see one”. You end your explanation with another wicked smile as you push your hips up, thrusting your cunt the rest of the way down his cock.

He groans at the sensation as a smirk stretches his soft lips. He picks up his thrusts once again, and all he can think is that he has definitely met his match.

[pyrodolls]

imagine all the yandere monsters in your village obsessed with you, the only human

naturally, you are seen as the monarch of the village. the only thing every creature can agree on, is that they love and respect you. even though you're not really interested in any of them.

THE WEREWOLF is the most aggressive of the creatures within the village. he’s the one that everyone fears. he isn’t the strongest, but he’s the one that never backs down from a fight. he’s the one that would shed anyone’s blood in your name without hesitation. he’s the one that doesn’t even try to hide the disgusted look in his eyes that flashes every time you lend someone else your kindness and attention. he always fantasizes about ripping them to shreds and carrying you away to safety.

he's boastful, and loud. he constantly challenges others to fights-- especially in front of you. he thinks you'll be impressed by his strength, and the more he shows off and wins fights, he'll also win your heart. he'd rip some poor nymph to shreds and hold the heart up to you, hoping you'll be proud of him and spare at least a glance his way. maybe even say he did a good job or perhaps tell him that he's oh so strong and courageous.

if only you treated him as more than a lapdog. if only you looked at him with the same adoration that he looks at you with. he’ll glare at everyone but you. he’ll ignore and growl at everyone he sees, because they're not you.

his infatuation with you is more than a respect for your royalty. deep down, he yearns to be by your side. he doesn’t need the power that you have, just as long as he’s the one with you. as long as he’s the only one that can stay with you and protect you from harm. he’ll stand at your guard for hours if you requested him to do so. he’ll happily accept your request with a rare sway to his tail.

he needs to be your guard. he needs to make sure you’re safe at all times or else he will deem himself worthless. with his sharp teeth, long claws and piercing stare, almost anyone would be frightened by the giant, aggressive werewolf at your side.

but no matter how rough and tough he acts; he’ll always crumble the second your hand raises up to his head to scratch or pat him on the head.

THE HARPY is the one that lusts after you the most. she's raunchy, easygoing, and mischievous. plus, of all the creatures, the harpy is the bluntest. she’ll gleefully and casually mention to you all of her wicked fantasies. every morning, she flies around trying to find you, and once she does, she goes on and on about the things she’s imagined you two doing. the other creatures are far more ashamed of their urges, thinking that they’re dirtying your image as their monarch. but the harpy? she doesn’t give a flying fuck if you’re the ruler or a peasant. she’s imagined your body in thousands of ways, none of them have to do with your status.

even though you have always rejected her advances, she’s always going to keep trying. she’s convinced that you’re just shy and in denial of your feelings. she’s convinced that you’re destined to be hers. she started doing outlandish things to catch your attention and get you out of your shell. she started physically touching you more, such as kissing your cheek and laying on your lap. she thinks you're in love with her, no matter how many times you blatantly tell her that you're not interested.

she revels in the other creatures’ jealousy and hatred of her. she knows the others only think of her as a dirty harlot, ruining the valiant image of their ruler. but she couldn't care less about what others think. she barely even cares what you think. she knows what she wants, and nobody will stop her from getting it. not even you.

THE FAIRY is the most envious of them all. fairies are known for being small and weak. he knew you weren't going to like him. that's why he desperately tried to get your approval the moment he met you. he always leaves you small gifts and watches from afar as you collect them, hoping that it'll be something that you enjoy. he knows that pixies are generally the ones that leave small gifts, but he had to find some way to gain your favor. he's only 6 inches tall and could easily be stomped on by the other creatures. so that means he isn't strong, or incredibly intelligent, or immortal. he has nothing going for him compared to the others, so all he can do is be as kind as possible to you.

deep down, he's aware that he doesn't stand a chance. but he keeps trying. he knows he loves you more than any of the other creatures can say. he would be kind to you. he would follow your every command. he would do whatever you want him to do. he just wants you. it doesn't matter how you treat him or what you do to him. sure, if you hurt him, he won't be very happy about it, but he'll still be grateful that you even looked his way and gave him a chance.

he's usually very friendly and giving towards others, and especially to you, but behind closed doors, he's cruel towards those that you show love and affection to. he knows it's wrong. he knows you would probably be mad at him for his behavior. but he can't help it. everyone else is so much bigger and stronger than he is. deep down, he knows they could protect and take care of you better than he can. so, his inferiority complex shifts into anger that he takes out onto them. and if they happen to snitch on him, he'll just start fake crying. you'd comfort him and tell him everything's okay, because you trust him! he's the one that is so small, gentle, and always gifts you, so he'd never do anything wrong...

THE VAMPIRE has a strategy to winning you over. she's one of the eldest, most intelligent and calculated creatures in the village. over the course of the couple thousand years that she's been alive, she never had any romantic interest in anyone until she met you. you changed something in her. she's always been very formal, and polite, but you awoke something new in her. something... possessive and perhaps even controlling. after meeting you, she suddenly had the urge to take care of you. as she unfortunately cannot be in the sun, so she watches you from afar. follows you from a distance, making sure you are safe. she's ready to step in as soon as she needs to, in order to protect you.

she's more likely to take a friendlier, respectful approach compared to others. unlike the vulgar harpy, or the overly submissive fairy, she's more formal and respects your authority as their leader. every night, she walks around your house and if you happen to come out, she pretends she was "on her way home" and says that it "would be a lovely time to go for a walk" and you assume she was telling the truth.

the best part about having a plan such as hers, is that the other creatures have no idea that she's interested in you. they go to her for advice and try to ask for her help in courting you. they trust her, not knowing she'll ruin them once she knows their plans in wooing you. and they'll never know that it was her, because she's the beautiful older woman in the village that has never caused any problems! everyone loves her. and soon, you will too.

she's patient. everyone else is in such a rush to make you theirs immediately, but she knows you're worth waiting for. she knows that in the end, she'll come out on top, and you'll be hers. all she must do is wait.

THE ELF is one of the shyest. she's looked down upon in the village for being too timid and messy. with frizzy hair, pointy ears, and a dreadful fashion sense, she stays in her dingy little shack in the woods, crafting weapons and houseware to sell to the villagers. every month, she begrudgingly makes her visit to the village's market to display and sell her things, then go straight back home. she dreads seeing others, feeling safe only in the solitude of the quiet woods.

she always knew of a human monarch ruling over the land, but she didn't bother investigating for herself. she wanted to just make and sell her goods, then lurk in the outskirts of the village in peace. but one day, you just happened to be at her usual selling place.

she dropped all her items in a few baskets, standing by ready to give them away. that's when you approached, offering a generous sum of money to purchase items that were rumored to "be of high quality" from the other villagers. the second she saw you, her heart almost stopped. she knew the monarch was supposed to be beautiful, but she wasn't aware you were going to look that good. she quickly and awkwardly wrapped the items in leaves, handing them to you and feeling her heart skip a beat when your fingers brushed against hers. she thanked you, bowing her head so you wouldn't see how red her pale skin became. you simply walked away without saying anything else.

she replayed that moment over and over again in her head on her journey back home. should she have said something else? should she have refused your money or given you more items? should she have wrapped your items in something fancier than random leaves she picked from the forest? god, you probably think she's a loser now. you probably dislike her just as much as everyone else does. she maybe even offended you, because she didn't recognize you at first.

she spent that whole night rethinking her entire life choices. and the night after that. and the night after that. and that whole week. and the next week. then the next. until it was time to sell her things again. this time, she would be prepared for your arrival.

she spent that month lurking around the village, overhearing the things people said about you. she never knew there was so much competition to win your heart! she'd definitely have to study your interests to win you over.

every day, she peeked into your castle and carefully inspected your bedroom. she studied your clothes, hair, accessories, decorations, and more. she took note of it all, storing it in her memory to use later in order to impress you and show that she would be the best candidate for your affections.

when the day came for her to publicly return to the village, she made sure her hair was nicely put together, instead of the usual frizzy look. she made sure her clothes weren't so tattered and dirty, and she was wearing your favorite color. she made sure her goods were clean and wrapped nicely in cloth that she sewed herself, based on the designs on your castle's carpet.

she waited and waited. the usual customers came by, surprised that she seemed more put together-- but she didn't spare them a single glance. she was just looking for you. where were you? did you not like her goods? or maybe her initial thoughts were correct: her first impression was so terrible that you hate her, and you'll never see her again.

it was late at night, way past her curfew. she was packing her things ready to return home and cry herself to sleep after you didn't show up. until she finally spotted you in the distance, walking next to the vampire lady.

she felt her face go red in embarrassment. what was she even thinking? of course you're into someone else. she spent an entire month obsessing over you to the point where she mended her appearance to impress you and maybe get you to spend more time with her. but it was all for naught, wasn't it?

but maybe... she can keep trying. she put in so much effort. she tried so hard to EARN your approval, instead of trying to seduce you like that old ass vampire. she's never felt this way for anyone before. she hates everyone else. she hates talking to people, spending time with people. they've never liked her anyway. but you didn't hate her. you just purchased her goods with an incredible amount of money and never insulted her or raised a single finger on her. she'll never forget that. she'll always be grateful for that. in return, she'll make herself better for you. she'll change, and you'll be nice to her again... maybe even love her just as much as she loves you... right?

THE MERMAN is one of the cutest, yet the most codependent and manipulative of them all. he's just a defenseless merman; he can't go on land! you'll have to visit him every day and talk to him, or else he'll go mad. you can't leave him alone for a single day, because he has no other friends. that would be so rude of you.

every day, he sits and waits for you, posing prettily on the biggest rock on the beach. if anyone were to flirt or try to talk to him, he'd usually roll his eyes and swim away. he has a bit of a reputation for being the most handsome creature out of everyone else in the village. but no matter how many villagers attempt to charm him, none of them have ever caught his eye. in fact, they often leave the beach crying in despair after he rejects them with no remorse or kindness. he'll insult them and bluntly tell them he would never be interested in them.

because you're the only one he wants.

he sees your riches. your beauty. your power and intelligence. he's attracted to all of it. he fantasizes every day about being with you. he knows that you're human and you can't be with him all day, but he can't bare being away from you for so long! he's tried multiple times to crawl on land, but he just can't do it without fainting and being carried back to the sea by one of his fellow merfolk.

he begs you to spend as much time as you can with him. he is overjoyed the moment he sees you walking towards his spot at the beach. he starts squealing and splashing around, doing a few tricks to impress you. he immediately starts bombarding you with questions, asking how you are and what you're doing later, subtly wrapping his tail around your arm so you can't walk away. he talks to you nonstop, trying to make you stay. he knows you are royalty, and you have your duties, but they can't be more important than him.

every time you even hint at leaving, he starts getting emotional. what do you mean you're leaving soon? don't you know what you mean to him? you know you're his only connection to the outside world and the land. you're one of his only friends. you can't just leave him. don't you know how much he cares about you? don't you know how many people he's rejected for you? don't you know how many hours he spent combing through his hair with a fork he found lying washed up on the sand? don't you know how many hours he spent trying to polish his scales, making them shinier to catch your eye? he tried so hard to look all pretty for you, and now you're just going to leave?

wait, you'll come back tomorrow? oh, okay. well, why didn't you just say that sooner? just don't keep him waiting too long. even though you're leaving, he'll stay lying on his rock, staring at your castle with a longing look in his teary eyes, waiting for your return.

[heartfullofleeches]

[Male Reader]

"Please choose me...."

Overcome by grief and anguish, your headache of a partner crumples at your feet in a shivering heap. He retches - the rawness of his throat igniting a bitter, painful wave of nausea. As they gather the strength to pick themselves off the floor, a stray glance at his phone sents him right back to the dry heaving, pathetic shell of a person they were moments prior.

You'd be more concerned for his miserable state - if it weren't for that damned phone. It's caused you and them more harm than good.

"What is it now, V?"

"It's the one thing money can't beat."

V pounds their fist against the floor - howling into the carpet.

"How the fuck am I suppose to compete with a girl with an ass that fat?!"

Today is not the day. You've contemplated strangling them for months, but today is not the day you catch a murder charge.

"What in the actual hell are you going on about?"

Tears pouring down their cheeks like a faucet, V drags himself off the carpet - shoving his phone in your face. It's then you realize your own mortal error.

"The bitch you posted on your page! Look at her ass in those yoga pants! It's practical bursting out of them! It's fucking natural too - I can tell!"

That alone sends V into another hysterical fit.

"Normally I'm more of a stick, but next to her I'm a toothpick."

Don't kill him. Don't kill them. Don't kill him.

"So. You're able to tell just by looking at it there was no plastic surgery involved?"

V almost seems offended you'd question their expertise. "I've looked at enough asses in my time to know what's real and what isn't."

"If you're such an expert then why's it taken you so long to think that maybe the ass in that photo is mine?"

With a sniffle and a soft hitch of breath, V's cries screech to an abrupt hold. Their head pivots from their phone, to you, back to their phone - gradually scaling down to the outline of your rear in the baggy slacks you currently hand on.

"This... " V taps at their screen, zooming in by pure accident. They salivate at the magnified image - sucking air between their teeth. "This you?"

"Yup. I told you I was starting pilates days ago."

"Fuck." V clasps a hand over his mouth, scrolling back and forth between photos. "No wonder you wear baggy clothes all the time. Just look at that thing. Damn."

"I know what it looks like, V. It's my ass."

V pockets their phone, adjusting the waistline of his sweatpants.

"Well if you need me I'll be in my room doing... taxes. Keep up the good work."

V pats your shoulder, sneaking a kiss to your cheek as he shuffles off towards his bedroom.

[1cewhxre]

Heyy, love your writing soooo much, especially Vance!!!

So he got me thinking, what if Vance saw the reader getting too close to another classmate, maybe tutoring them or they're a longtime friend he didn't know about, how would he react?

a/n : thank you so much, love. i'm so so happy you love my writing 💗🎀. also, guys i've been really sick for the past few days and i had a fever of 102°. but dw, i've got a ✨delicious✨ fic coming right up.

۶ৎ pairing : yandere nerd x reader

Vance was quite busy that day but that didn't mean he'd forget to check up on his darling. ah yes. . . his darling. he could be having the worst day of his life and just one thought of yours can lighten up his entire mood. you had him wrapped around your fingers quite tight.

as he was passing down the hallways in search of you, a faint sound of laughter caught could be heard. generally, he's not the one to care about such futile things but he could recognise your laugh anywhere. when he peeked behind the wall, fury surged through his veins. it was you. . . with ANOTHER GUY!? laughing and giggling without a care in the world. did you not understand what you did to him?

on the other hand, you were quite happy. you were meeting your childhood friend after almost 8 years, so of course it had been nostalgic for you. but while you were glad for the reunion, someone's heart was stomped into pieces. Vance was so consumed by his jealousy, if he hadn't taken a break in order to calm down, he would've left your dear friend with broken bones and a black eye. and the last thing he'd want is for his darling to see him as a rage consumed maniac.

he couldn't risk his reputation. he needed to be perfect for you. but that's okay, you didn't need to worry. and neither did he. it wouldn't be a big deal for him to pay some private investigators to find information about that pest. he knew exactly how to trample disgusting insects like that under the sole of his expensive shoes. it wouldn't be long before he's the only one you had eyes for.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yandere! Husband who thinks of you every single moment of the day, spoils you rotten, makes sure you feel loved 24/7 with letters, gifts and his presence. Being married to you is a privilege and he makes sure he shows you that.

Who does the little things like making sure you never open any doors by yourself. “What the fuck do you think that ring of yours means? Get your hand off that handle!�� proceeds to climb over the car to open the car door for you

who randomly squeezes your hands with a vulnerability you almost never see from him. muttering things such as, “i can’t even remember life before I met you.” or “i love you so much. leave me one day if you must, but know that i’ll never be the same without you.”

yandere! husband who always makes sure you take care of yourself, personally appointing days where you have to go the salon to get your hair or nails done. yandere! husband who always has a fun new date idea to keep things fresh in the relationship. yandere! husband who studies your body for hours on end so you’ll never have to look for satisfaction elsewhere.

so that you’ll never question why he’s changed so much. because he was never the man you married in the first place.

[depraved-love]

Hii! Im really happy you are down to write for yandere Cardan!!

I was really thinking about a story with dark/yandere Cardan x fem human darling who bacically is from the human realm, doesnt belive in fates and one day he ends up in the human realm wounded, she sees him, helps him with his wounds and stuff, he becomes curious and when she offers to host him beliving he is a lost traveler, he agrees. She takes care of him and stuff and he catches feelings but when he offers her to come with him to fae realm(only now that she realises fae are actually real), obv she rejects

If it is too specific or if you dont like the scenario,Im really sorry and please let me know! I do not mind of you refuse it and would like to know in case you dont like it if I can send a different request

Tsm for reading my request and have a wonderfull day!

Yandere Cardan Greenbrair X F!Darling

Hello there!! Thank you very much for the request had a lot of fun writting it! Hard not to have fun when writting for this unit of a man. Hope the story is to your liking!

(Took some creative liberties such as leaving out smut this time!)

He did not think this one through. He did NOT think this one through! Admittedly, he doesn't think much, but this was beyond his usual stupidity. Nicasia had taken him swimming again, and this time, he’d actually managed to make it a little farther through the water before the panic set in. Of course, that was inevitable. But he’d gone deeper this time, and before either he or Nicasia could react, the current took him. He tried to scream into the water, tried to swim, but the current was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Not even the wind in the air moved like this. He knew it was a bad idea. The last time was awful, and this time, he's sure it’ll kill him. He’ll be swept away, the spell will wear off, and he’ll drown, pitifully.He doesn’t even get to finish imagining his body falling apart into moss and mushrooms beneath the surface before the current throws him against a rock, and darkness overtakes him.

He woke to repeated pressure on his chest, and warm lips against his own. His eyes shot open. Above him knelt a woman. [Y/H/C] hair cascaded down her shoulders, strands falling across her face, but her [Y/E/C] eyes shone through, wide with worry. She pulled back, her expression melting into relief. “O-oh, thank the gods! Sir, careful, that was a bad situation!” He groaned, trying to will his sore muscles to move. “No! Don’t get up yet! You might have internal damage! Let me call an ambulance-” He was just clear-headed enough to realize how badly that would go. If nothing else, they’d poke him with metal. “N-no… don’t call anyone…” “S-sir, you might be dying-” “I-I don't have the money…” A half-true, of course. A few leaves and he’d be fine. But he had no desire to see human doctors. “Oh? No health insurance...?” He nodded, and her eyes softened. She slipped an arm around him, propping him up against her shoulder. “I live near the shore. You can gather yourself there.” He nodded again, grateful. “I’m [Reader]. What should I call you?” “…Cardan...”

Her home was small, cozy, and warm, decorated with driftwood, sea glass, shells, and even bones. Cardan half-sat, half-lay on the couch as she gently wrapped gauze around his head. “Fishing boat? Damn, that had to be hard… When are they returning to shore again?” “Who knows… Once they do, I’ll be out of your hair. Don’t worry!” “No, no worries at all! You’re free to stay on the couch, if it’s enough.” She really is naive, isn’t she? Thoughts ran through his head, curling smugly. He didn’t even need spells. “Adorable décor you’ve got here,” he said, letting his eyes drift over the bits and baubles. “Aren’t you afraid the merfolk will be mad about you taking their treasures?” “Oh, sailors and your tales! There’s no such thing as merfolk!” “Truly? And what about fae?” “No fae either! Nothing but fairytales!”

Nobody looked for him for a while, as expected. That left him free to spend his days with a very worried human. As much as he hated those little monkeys, this one was… kind of nice? She certainly took his mind off that annoying girl back at court. She insisted he come treasure-hunting with her. Apparently, she sold her handmade creations, trinkets crafted from shells, glass, and wire, to tourists passing through the town. It made just enough to feed her and keep the lights on. Admittedly, some human luxuries were nice. And so were the things she made, small, glittering, and strange. To him, they felt more magical than anything Grimsen had ever forged. One day, he sat on the balcony, staring off into the distance, toward Elfhame, though he’d never admit it. That was when he felt something circular and cool being placed on his head. “A little surprise!” [Reader] chirped.He reached up. A crown, woven from copper wire and sea glass, now sat lightly on his head. “It fits your hair,” she added, sitting next to him with a smile that radiated warmth. Cardan’s heart fluttered. Crowns weren’t really his thing, obvious reasons. But this one felt different. It was light. Not just on his head, but on his heart. As if her presence alone eased the weight of his dreaded title. He didn’t even realize what he was doing until his arms were already wrapped around her shoulders. She was warm against him, grounding and safe. He never wanted to let go. Sitting like this, that's when he truly felt like a prince. “…Thank you.” “Hah, no worries, friend. I’m glad you like it.”

Exactly one month after his Undersea adventure, Cardan was out collecting seashells with [Reader] on the beach, near the very spot she’d found him. He wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings, lost in some half-thought, until he heard it: the sharp gallop of hooves and the near-silent swish of moth wings slicing through the air. Looking up, his blood ran cold. Those silver eyes. Familiar. Dreaded. Balekin. "Seashells, brother?" The older fae sneered, voice thick with disdain. Cardan didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The vacation was over whether he liked it or not. "Get on the moth." Balekin’s voice was sharp as a blade, and Cardan was already half-turning to obey when he heard it, the soft thud of a basket hitting sand. He turned. [Reader] stood there, wide-eyed, trembling, seashells spilling from her arms. “…So still just fairytales, huh?” He whispered, voice breaking. “C-Cardan? Am I dreaming? Did you… did you slip something into my tea?” He sighed, defeated, and let his tail relax, uncoiling it from where it had been hidden under his shirt. “I wish,” he muttered. She stumbled back, her body bracing to run, but Balekin raised a single hand. “Stop,” he commanded. And she froze. Balekin’s eyes flicked over her with scorn. “A little thief, is she? Nicasia will be thrilled with that one-” “Don’t even think about it!” Cardan snapped, stepping protectively in front of her. He turned back to her, hands reaching out, tail flicking with hope like a nervous pup. “[Reader]... please come with us. Back to Elfhame. It’ll be so much better. No more scraping by! I’m absolutely sure you’ll fit right in!” He smiled, hopeful, holding her hands. But her eyes… her eyes were full of fear. “Are you insane?” she whispered. “T-this-this isn’t happening! I have to go. I have to go! No!” It hit like cold water to the chest. His smile crumbled. How could she say that? Why wouldn’t she want the life of royalty? “No, no, no, no-” “Stop. Follow me,” Balekin ordered again. And her eyes, those kind eyes, clouded over. Glassy. Obedient. Cardan’s heart twisted as she silently stepped behind him, toward the moth. A harsh hand clamped onto his shoulder. He hadn’t even noticed Balekin dismount the Ragwort Horse, but now he was there, gripping him tight. “You don’t actually plan on bringing that thing with us, do you?” Balekin growled. Cardan turned, defiant. “And if I do?” “Then best believe she’ll be the one holding the belt.” “…From her? Sounds like a lovely night activity.” The slap cracked through the air. Cardan stumbled held his stinging chhek, but Balekin seemed satisfied. He motioned to the moth. Wordlessly, Cardan guided [Reader] into the seat in front of him, wrapping his arms around her to keep her steady. To keep her from falling. Or maybe… to keep from falling apart himself, enjoying her warmth till he could. "Don't worry darling... I'll happily take whatever he makes you do. You won't truly want to harm your prince..."

[rexhya]

hi, how r u? just wanna say that i love ur anul content SMMMM !!! ＼(≧▽≦)／i’m craving for more 🫠

note — hii, im well and i hope u r too! heres some lil ideas. ps. i heard we were in a yanboy draught?

✦ ✦

yandere!prince who loves it when your sick, he loves taking care of you in a way where you are completely at his mercy.

And you dont have to be burning with a fever either, you sneeze, the alergies from the chaging seasons had kicked in. And he's all over you, "Oh dear, we need to get you in bed immediately." and he literally swoops you up in a bridal style, planting you on his kingsized mattress and tucking you into bed.

He likes to mumble to you on purpose, your neck exposed and smooth as he whispers in your ear. Forcing the little "what was that?'s" out of you is his favorite thing in the world.

He loves when you sit on his lap, even through the thick layers of the maids attire ( which he cringes when you wear ) he can feel every part of your body.

Anul loved emmbarsssing you as well, hes thretaned to take you in front of an audience countless times and while he's never done it it humiliates you every.

His favorite thing to do with you is kiss, everything, everywhere. He's a great kisser, yiu know it, he does too. If you'd let him go any further he'd show you how great he can be but a time like that woukd have to wait.

For now he can accept your chaste grinding and tiny moans, it was only a matter of time before he would have you fully,

[casuallyanidiot]

I have some thoughts about a fic im writing and I desperately need to share them.

Yandere Malleus with an Art Model Darling.

You do sessions on a Uni campus to be a nude model, and you get sketched and painted regularly for a bit of extra cash. One day you get hired to help Malleus learn human anatomy better so he can get better at sculpting, and he pays a hefty fee too.

Que months and months of your guys talking and working in private while he tries to hone his skills. He sketches and sculpts figures in the shape of your form day in and day out. Before long, he finds that you occupy his mind to an unhealthy degree. He wants you to only model for him, to only spend time with him in the little, art fueled corner of the world you've carved for each other.

Its not healthy. You're really his only friend he's ever made on his own, and he doesn't want to risk that. But you're just so wonderful. He wishes those trusting eyes of yours would only stay focused on him. He draws and paints them frequently even when he's not in the studio with you.

Humans were never supposed to be the source of his inspiration. They were never supposed to keep him awake at night like a man possessed by ink and charcoal. What have you done to him? And how can he keep you?

Just brainworms I guess

[theeartuaist]

Sometimes, I don't know what is worse, a yandere who's so delusional or a yandere who's so self-aware yet engages in obsessive and possessive behaviour nonetheless. Walk with me.

Like the delusional ones are terrifying because they genuinely believe they're doing the right thing. They'll lock you in a room and be like "this is for your own good my love" while you're screaming and they're serving you breakfast in bed with a smile.

They are so deep into the rabbit hole they've convinced themselves the hole doesn't exist. They're the ones who'll leave seventeen voicemails saying "I just want to make sure you're okay" while standing outside your window with a crowbar. They've rewritten reality in their minds like a twisted Choose Your Own Adventure book where every path leads to "happily ever after... or else."

BUT THE SELF-AWARE ONES

They'll deadass be like "I understand that my behavior is possessive, controlling, and violates multiple boundaries" then proceed to install 23 tracking apps on your phone. They know it's wrong. They can recite chapter and verse why their behavior would earn them a restraining order in any sane jurisdiction. But that knowledge doesn't stop them—it amplifies them.

They're out here doing full psychological analysis of their own behavior pattern while simultaneously deepening the pattern. They'll be in therapy describing their yandere tendencies in clinical detail to their therapist, nodding along to the coping mechanisms, and then walking straight out and buying 15 more security cameras for your house.

They're literally like "I know I'm toxic and you deserve better... anyway here's the 200-page dissertation I wrote about why we're soulmates based on the fact that we both like the same flavor of ice cream"

They can ratio you in an argument so hard because they'll use actual psychology textbooks to explain why their obsessive behavior is actually a totally rational response to their deep-seated attachment issues.

Like bro you can cite Jung and Freud all you want but you're still wearing my hoodie that you stole 3 months ago and sniffing it while updating your spreadsheet of my daily routines

The delusional yandere is in a horror movie. The self-aware yandere is in a psychological thriller where THEY'RE the unreliable narrator, the author, AND the reader all at once.

God help you if you try to ghost these bastards. The delusional one will keep calling until the phone lines fray from overuse. The self-aware one? They'll explain, in terms so clinical they could be published in the New England Journal of Stalking, exactly why your attempt to establish boundaries is actually detrimental to what they've determined is your "necessary codependency dynamic."

They're out here weaponizing therapy speak:

• "I need to process my abandonment trauma through this tracking device"

• "My love language is gift giving" buys your entire apartment complex

• "I'm just looking out for your mental health" hacks your DMs to delete messages from potential romantic interests

The self-aware yandere invented gaslighting yourself because they'll literally be like "I am fully cognizant of the fact that I'm gaslighting you right now", even providing footnotes explaining the exact gaslighting techniques they're employing while you be standing there like 🧍‍♀️ what do I even do with this information.

I think what fascinates me the most about self-aware type of yandere is that they exists in a state of perpetual dramatic irony. It's like they are trapped in a play where the audience (themselves) knows exactly what the character (also themselves) is doing, yet the show must go on! Scene by recursive scene.

TL;DR: Delusional yanderes are playing a game where they don't know the rules. Self-aware yanderes are speedrunning social relationships while reading the instruction manual and deliberately ignoring it.

Pick your poison I guess?

[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? . .

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

[morose-melodies]

your husband adored you - it was true.

in his eyes, you were as innocent as a doe, you could do no harm.

so, was it really a surprise when he didn't take your attempt to threaten him seriously?

he took the fact that you were crying more seriously than he did the fact that you were holding a knife at him, waving it around carelessly while sobbing.

"(y/n)..." the captain slowly reached forward - you were frightened, that last thing he wanted was to scare you further, "hand me the knife. please, (y/n)," the captain was not above pleading, not when it was for your sake.

"no, no, no- just open the front door and let me leave!" you flinched away from him, you couldn't let him take this from you, not after what you had to do to get it.

that was what you wanted but the captain was so very against that. he adored you, he couldn't find it in himself to let you go, "(y/n), no. hand me the knife and we will talk about it."

the captain stepped forward - he was, as much as he hated to admit it, resorting to cornering you to get the knife from you. "I'm not angry with you, (y/n), not in the slightest. please don't make this worse for yourself," the captain once again pleaded.

"no... no, i just wanna go home. please, please back off! just let me leave!"

so, the captain took a step back, just as you asked and once more asked, "hand me the knife, (y/n). that's all I'm asking of you."

"I can't! I can't! just let me leave," you jutted your hand outward, waving the knife at him, "please just open the door and let me leave!!"

"I cannot," the captain refused. seeing you so fearful made the captain feel like the worst man alive, "I cannot let you leave, (y/n)."

you did not falter, you continued to wave the knife at the captain and that's when he took it from you - he tried to be gentle but you fought, clashing your hand against his chest, screaming and tugging, trying to get the knife back but it was futile.

"(y/n), do not hurt yourself," the captain quickly tossed the knife away and pulled you to his chest. he rested his hand on the back of your head and tried to calm you, "if you had told me sooner that you were upset, I would've done everything in my power to make it better."

[1cewhxre]

۶ৎ pairing : yandere popular boy x reader

you never expected him to notice you. but now that he did, you hated nothing more than his attention.

the way you two met was purely coincidental. he was THE popular guy in school. toned body with a perfect six pack, chiseled jaw with perfectly proportioned face complemented well with his razor sharp wit and calm demeanor. he was mature, not the rash fame-chasing dimwit jock everyone initially thought him to be. he was an understanding man, always helping others in need as he could. he was a dream too good to be true.

and there were you. an antisocial loner, with no friends nor foes. you never even liked going out of our own, let alone go to school but in course of life, you had to like everyone else. . . reluctantly so. well, school wasn't all that unbearable either. you loved art class and your history teacher was always kind enough to let you eat lunch with her. you were an oddball but you were content like that. you found a nostalgic solace in silence that always seemed to calm you down.

Rowan never knew someone could be so beautiful. and God, did you take his breathe away. . . he had seen enough attractive people in his life to come to point where he was not fazed by beauty alone. growing up with supermodel parents not only gave him access to designer clothes but also gave him exposure to the modelling industry from a very early age. needless to say, he had already won the exquisite gene lottery anyway. but you. . . you were different.

he was never the kind of guy to fall in love at first sight. he thought the concept was not only overused but also impractical. he never understood which fool could ever fall in love at first sight?? until he was the fool in question. you were sitting in the farthest corner of library, reading something as the sunlight hit your face at a perfect angle. and when you looked up just to meet his eyes, his breathe hitched right then and their. your sun-kissed eyes, soft hair and glossy lips spoke more to him than words could and he knew right then and there, he had to have you. but you didn't look familiar. . . he doesn't remember seeing your face in his hoards of obsessed fans swarming him like mindless bees every morning. did you not know who he was? or did you just didn't care enough?

it didn't matter though. he liked you, anyway. and what's more fun than a little defiance from his darling? in the end, he always gets what he wants.

[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.