. . [ Yandere Cheerleader ]

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere cheerleader ] ˎˊ˗

.°୭̥ ˎˊ˗ a yandere cheerleader and her darling 💕 i sincerely hope she lived up to everyones hype despite her huge delay (sorry 😫). also a gentle reminder that i have pinterest boards for all my ocs, you can find maggie's here – 'the cheerleader.'

outcast gn!reader (w/ nondescript genitalia) x female yandere 💕 sfw in this one even tho i REALLY wanted to make it nsfw i just couldn't think of a good gn scenario 😔

tws/contents: general yandere behavior, obsession, mean girl behavior, suggestive content

💌 the yandere cheerleader, magnolia king, is the most popular girl on campus– ask anyone.

💌 anyone even remotely related to the sports circles know her. the faculty and staff know her. everyone knows that a party isn't a real party if magnolia isn't invited– or doesn't show up. she can make or break someone else's reputation with a snap of her fingers.

💌 maggie is a queen bee if ever there was one– and she's got the attitude to match. not always mean, per say, but she's no stranger to being an absolute bitch. sometimes its what you need to do to get by in life, after all– and she's more than willing to be mean to anyone who deserves it.

💌 (just ask the frat boy she outted for trying to spike a girls drink last summer; the mere mention of her name is enough to make him cry. not only did she blast him on social media, get him arrested, and get him kicked off campus and expelled, but his social presence is in shambles).

💌 she's hot, she's smart, she's athletic, she's confident, she's cunning, she's the head cheerleader, she's everything.

💌 specifically, she's everything you seem to lack. you aren't a total loser, but you're nowhere near maggie's level. you're unpopular, and you stick to yourself. you know her, but have no reason to think she even knows you exist.

💌 and that's where you'd be wrong. once, you nearly bumped into her in the library, and commented anxiously on how you liked her dress. a socially awkward moment for you, one you have all but forgotten... but for magnolia, it was so much more.

💌 it was a spark of some kind. you didn't fawn or gush over her, but were still so awkward and shy, hardly able to look her in the eye, despite how much she wanted you too. and then you scurried off so quickly, turning on your heel and practically running away. she was... intrigued.

💌 suddenly, it was like she was seeing you everywhere. you passed each other so often, went to the same coffee shop, had some of the same classes. how had she never noticed you before?

💌 you were an itch she couldn't quite scratch, a creeping obsession bubbling under the perfectly manicured facade that was magnolia king.

💌 and so you become her project. she's not quite sure where her obsession with you begins or ends, or why she feels such a pull to be around you, but... she's not one to deny herself of what she wants. and if she can cover up her true intentions by helping you along through a maggie-branded glow up, even better.

💌 and you make her feel things she's never felt before. it has to be something special. you say her name and she feels her heart thump in her chest, and her face go hot. she finds herself excusing herself to the bathroom to splash water in her face, leaning against the wall until the memory of your smile stops making her feel weak in the knees.

💌 if it didn't feel so nice, she would be so much more mad about it. don't you know she has a reputation to uphold, y/n?

💌 suddenly, she's everywhere you are. tracking you down and inviting you to sit with her at lunch, if you're in the same lunch hall. moving you to the desk or table next to hers in classes that you share. going out of her way to meet up and walk between classes or extra-curriculars.

💌 and heaven forbid she catches anyone being rude to you, let alone bullying you. if she catches you upset at all, she'll deal with you first, and them later. pulling you into the bathroom, muttering that she 'can't let you run around looking like that, with snot and tears all over yourself,' while she wipes away your tears and applies a concealer (in your shade, which she bought just for opportunities like this~) to your red, puffy eyes and smooths it so gently into your skin with her ring finger.

💌 it doesn't matter who it was that upset you. they could have been her closest friends or total strangers– she will have no mercy for them. it'll be like a mean girls x heathers crossover.!

💌 and thats only the beginning. before you know it, she's practically attached to your hip, always begging you to come to homework with her, to come get food with her, to come to a party with her.

💌 she invites you to everything she gets invited too, and suddenly, the fate of everyones parties rest on your shoulders instead of hers. if you don't feel like going? neither does she. she simply doesn't want to go without you.

💌 it ramps up a notch when she begins asking you for your opinion on her hair, her makeup, her clothing. you don't catch right away that it's flirty– at least, not until she begins insisting on putting on little fashion shows for you every time you accept an invite to her place.

💌 doesn't her filly new skirt match her hair bow so well? don't you like the charms in her new braids? doesn't her new, tight tank top look so pretty? don't you love this new shade of sparkly lip gloss? what about this sundress? do you want to see the matching set she's wearing underneath, too?

💌 you don't take the bait right away, too afraid to upset the balance of this new, delicate friendship– and it drives magnolia up the wall.

💌 can't you see how perfect you would be together? how powerful you could be together, the perfect couple? how much she has done for you, how much more she is willing to do? she loves you so much, but seriously, how can you be so dense? don't you want her? please say yes. she'll go insane if you say no.

💌 she begins inviting you to sleepovers at her place, without any of her other friends. before, she had been inviting you over with other people, ingratiating you into her circle, not wanting you to feel cornered. but now? she's over playing nice. if she has to ramp it up, she will. she needs you to notice her.

💌 if she has to strategically end up in your lap during a scary movie, or planting a lipstick kiss on your cheek when saying goodbye, or stroking her well manicured fingernails up and down your forearm when talking, or 'accidentally' flashing you when she bends over to pick something up, or even has to 'accidentally' cop a feel when she sneaks past you late at night in her kitchen....

💌 she'll do it. whatever she has to do to get you to notice her– and only her.

A writing war has now been declared!! Prepare yourself for some of the most degenerate smut to be sent your way. Considering you sent me a Rahu thirst (which I was requesting, thank you) I think it's only fair I send you one back.

Putting a collar around Rahu's neck and tugging at the leash connected to it, and making her go absolutely insane with lust. She's on the brink of losing her self control, the only thing keeping her from doing so is trying to be your obedient dog.

The second you let her between your legs, she's lapping away at your pretty cunt like it's her life line. She's clutching at your thighs, tugging you closer and closer to her as she tries to delve her tongue farther into you. She's going visibly mad with need for you that she's shaking as she holds back from pining you beneath her and fucking wildly into you.

When you teasingly press your foot down onto her visible, aching bulge in her pants, she's whining and going still momentarily as she tries to hold back from cumming in her pants right then and there. Seeing her holding back so well, you can't keep denying her what she wants, so with a tug of the leash you pull her on top of you.

The second Rahu has permission to do what she wants to you, she's gonna be rutting her cock so deep inside you that your sure she's gonna unintentionally break you apart. She's holding onto you so tightly, biting onto your shoulder till she draws blood to hold herself back somewhat from losing complete control.

She's licking at the bite mark soon after, trying to soothe the pain while she fucks her cock in and out. You'll tug on the leash multiple times when your close or you were want her to kiss you, and Rahu so obediently presses her lips against yours in a sloppy kiss and moves faster into you to get you over the edge.

Finally, when Rahu reaches her climax, she's burying her cock so deep inside you, filling you up with a cry. She has her arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up slightly as her hips stutter into you with each rope of cum she releases, before dropping you onto the bed and collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily and nuzzling against your neck as you recover from your highs.

MnddjskmMskamaa OMMMMGGGG Fuckin’ hells, Sin 👀💦 This is making my simp for Rahu EVEN WORSE 😭

I hope you enjoy 👀 🏃‍♂️💨

Warnings: NSFW under the cut! Sub! Rahu, Female! Reader

There are times where Rahu will completely be obedient, staying between your legs and lapping at your pussy. It's your speed and firmness, what you say goes. She won't ever touch herself until she has permission, even if she's shaking. She feels her body heating up with each second ticking by. You can tease her and tell her not to cum. She's behaved so well that she hasn't even bit you once!

She'll whine but still feverishly eat you out. Her whole life depends on it. Her tongue expertly explores you entirely, it dips into your weeping hole and she moves to suck your clit. She doesn't close her eyes during this, she looks you in the eyes! Hers are glowing the silver as she loses herself more and more into you.

She's being so good this time! There wasn't a need for the collar. Your hair is tangled in her silky locks as you bite your lower lip, grinding into her mouth.

“Such a good puppy..” You'd purr, pressing her face closer to you as a reward. She cries into you, sending the vibrations throughout your body. You've lost count of how many orgasms ripped through your body. You told her not to waste a single drop of your slick, warning her of the punishment if she did.

If she listens to your every word, giving her submission to you completely; you'll have to ease her onto you. Every touch you do to her aching and angry cock, she'll groan and wait for you to tell her to take you. Expect to be taken until she is fully satisfied! It might be an all night endeavor until she's a panting, oozing mess on top of you.

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere rich girl ] ˎˊ˗

a yandere rich girl and her darling~

this was technically not the second highest voted character, so she should be after the jock, but my best friends birthday was this week so this is her slightly late birthday present. (also lesbian anon i hope you enjoy!!)

this part is sfw but i already have an nsfw part 2 planned lmao

gn reader x female yandere 💕

tws: general yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 ava lawrence, daughter and heiress to an old money family fortune, literally had everything at her fingertips. heaps of money, influence, fame, people falling all over her; she was the most popular girl in school, and that didn't stop when she graduated.

💌 because of her upbringing, she's always had possessive tendencies, border-lining the delusional. no one ever tells her 'no,' and she gets what she wants, when she wants it.

💌 she meets you at a completely random fundraiser event, which is largely open to the public– if they pay a small fee. it's for some gallery or museum; she honestly doesn't really care that much. showing up to the gala makes her look good, makes her family look good, and it's an excuse to drink and eat for free and get all dressed up... so she's there.

💌 what she does care about is not being seen alone, and her 'date' is a total no-show. bad for the public image, you understand. so she swoops in on some random person, you, and begins to chat you up. asking your name, who you know there or why you came to the event, complimenting your outfit and hair, offering to walk around with you.

💌 except her offering comes in the form of looping her arm through yours and telling you to 'take a look around' with her, and then she's walking before you even answer, pulling you along. she stops a waitress and picks up two glasses of champagne, shoving on in your hand as she keeps talking.

💌 the interesting part comes when she briefly mentions her family, and you look at her confused, asking who they are for clarification. it hits her then– you have no idea who she is. you're not a socialite like her.

💌 it's a strange thrill to know you went along with her, kept talking to her, simply because you wanted to– not because you felt a social obligation to follow a pretty socialite around. maybe there was an element of simple politeness involved, but it was different like this. you liked her, liked talking to her. and she liked talking to you, too.

💌 immediately she waved your question off like it wasn't important and began asking more about you instead. she wanted to know so much, which (as she realized somewhere in the back of her head) was completely unlike her. but that didn't stop her from asking, studying you almost like a scientist in a lab.

💌 it was such a rare opportunity that she had such a long conversation with someone who didn't know her, and wasn't innately trying to please her or get in her family's good graces. you even actively disagreed with her about the decor choices when she politely mentioned how pretty the ostentatious banners and table centers were. it was amazing.

💌 despite ava being notorious for getting bored and dumping people hardly a few minutes into conversation, she kept you sitting at a table with her for hours– and all the while, obsession was creeping up on her. she didn't want to let you get away, not when this was the most amazing, normal conversation she had ever had.

💌 not to mention that she was just noticing how attractive you were, how truly good you looked in your fancy outfit, how good it felt to make you laugh... it was like your name, and the sound of her name rolling off your tongue, were the only sounds left in her head. you were echoing around every thought she had.

💌 despite being a huge social drinker, she hadn't even touched her champagne for the last hour and a half, too enthralled with everything you had to say. and she had begun waving other people away, refusing to speak to people who knew her or her family, something she had never done– all in the name of keeping her focus on you. she couldn't let them interrupt and spoil everything!

💌 she worked social media subtly into the conversation. when this night was over (and god did she not want it to be over!) she knew she would have to find a way to see you again. there was no question about it. she got your name, you instagram handle, your twitter, whatever she could get from you, storing it in the forefront of her mind. she would never forget them. (later that night, she would scour every inch of your online presence, starving for more of you).

💌 as the night wore on, she would find herself getting touchier with you than she normally would be. a hand on your arm as you spoke, scooting her chair closer to yours so her knee brushed against yours, reaching out to fix the way your clothes were laying. it was like a zing of electricity shooting up her fingers every time she touched you, and she couldn't get enough of it.

💌 your skin was so soft under her fingers, so perfect. she wanted to feel so much more of you, slide her hands under your clothes, feel every inch. when someone else walked past you and placed their hand politely on your shoulder, she wanted to rip their fingers off. she wanted to scream every time you looked away from her, every time you smiled at someone else. pay attention to her, only her! she's the only one special enough for you!

💌 it was getting late and the gala was beginning to empty out; everyone was on their way home, or out to a private afterparty. ava, who had planned to leave hours ago, barely even noticed, devouring the attention you were giving her. the world had closed in until it was just you and her, and she found that the prospect of that changing nearly suffocated her with anxiety.

💌 she leaned in close, pretty, dazzling smile on her perfectly glossed lips, placing a hand over yours. "want to head out for a nightcap? i know the best place."

💌 something a little wild in her eyes told you not to say no; or maybe it was the way she grasped your hand, like she wouldn't let go if you tried to pull away. either way, you nodded your head, starstruck by her beautiful, glittering smile.

💌 her plans were set. she would get you alone, a private room in a private club. she would do whatever she had to do to convince you meeting her was your destiny. she would make sure her name was as stuck in your head as yours was in hers; she didn't care how much money she would have to spend for it, how long it would take. you would be hers.

💌 and once her perfectly manicure claws were sunk into you, she would never let you go.

💌 after all, ava lawrence gets what she wants. and right now, her gaze is set on you, darling.

xoxo mazzy @ darling--core 🎀

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they graduated with degrees in shenanigans and tomfoolery and the college of cutie patooties (NOT miranda’s university 🙄 i broke them out)

(art by @dead-finch-420 get used to these tags)

I love your blog 🥺🥺🥺 could you do the ladies of re8 reacting to their s/o stealing their clothes?

Thank you! <3 Absolutely.

Mia Winters, Elena Lupu, Mother Miranda, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Donna Beneviento reacting to their s/o stealing their clothes.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Mia Winters

Since Mia herself has a frequent habit of stealing your clothes, she can't be too upset when she asks for help finding a cardigan and you show up in it.

Not that you wearing her things bothers her, anyway. Far from it! The sight makes her melt a bit. You’re so cute. 

"I can take it off if you w—"

"It's fine," Mia insists, smiling and waving you off. She’ll just put something else on. 

(Likely something of yours). 

After that moment, the lines between both of your wardrobes begin to blur until they practically become one. Like, yes, you have your clothes and Mia has hers, but neither of you truly acknowledges the line separating her half of the closet from yours. 

Elena Lupu

It began with you tearing your coat while working outside, and Elena lending you one of hers for your journey home.

When she next saw you, she had decided to drop by your house and found you sitting on your small porch, wearing it.

You were also wearing it when she ran into you at the market. 

And during one of Miranda’s speeches.

Elena figures that if you like the coat so much, she’ll just let you keep it. She tells you such when you do finally try and return it. But you’re insistent that Elena takes it back because it doesn’t smell like her anymore.

Oh.

She gets it now. With a light blush dusting her cheeks, Elena takes the coat back for the time being. 

Mother Miranda

Miranda’s robes are just so... nice-looking? Well-designed? Who can blame you for wanting to try them on? Some might consider it ballsy to yoink the Mother Miranda’s clothes and don them, but anybody willing to attempt to get as close to her as you has got to be. At least a little. 

You’re enjoying how powerful the look makes you feel when Miranda comes in with a question for you, only to see you posed like... Well, the only apt comparison she can think of is a crab. Point is, you look utterly ridiculous. 

“Enjoying yourself?” she asks, making you jump nearly a foot in the air. 

"...Maybe."

Okay. If Miranda can trust you enough to sleep beside you in the same bed, to let you see moments of emotional vulnerability that others scarcely get to, then she's going to trust you to wear her things and not ruin them.

Just don't take her robes outside.

And if you ever put on her lab coat, be willing to give it back when she needs it.

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela simply admires you in silence for a minute.

You feel the need to ask whether or not she wants you to return what you're wearing. Her expression isn't easy to read and you can't tell whether or not she's upset.

Bela shakes her head and pays you a compliment before returning to her book.

You look great. Please feel free to wear her stuff more often.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is likely to act as if she doesn’t even notice that what you’re wearing is hers. Even if it’s painfully clear. 

Internally, though? Cass’ brain is just going: holy shit. holy fucking shit. holy fucking shit fuck oh my fuck shit holy god.

The sight is so... satisfying? Pleasing? Hot?

Who gave you the right to go around looking that good? It’s borderline distracting.

Daniela Dimitrescu

The first time Daniela saw you in something of hers, she legitimately squealed.

She loves seeing you in her clothes.

(Of course, the fact that this is the sort of thing she's read in many a romance novels is part of the reason why).

But also, you look so good in everything!

Daniela will purposefully leave out things in the hope that you'll wear them. She often chooses items that are obviously hers, too. Just so that everyone else knows.

She's going to start snagging your clothes as well.

Alcina Dimitrescu

It amuses Alcina that you’re so determined to wear her things when they’re so far from fitting you. You have to pull some YouTube life hack-esque bullshit to make most of her things wearable.

Where did you get your dress? Actually, it’s not a dress, it’s a skirt you found in Alcina’s wardrobe. 

One time, she caught you all cozied up in one of her fur coats. But it wasn’t until Alcina went to move the coat that she noticed you. You were practically buried within it. After briefly checking to make sure you could properly breathe down there, she just found herself... endeared. 

Donna Beneviento

Donna is a tad bit confused when she catches you dressed in something she's fairly certain came from her wardrobe. She has to do a double-take. 

Do you need more clothes? She could make you some! You don’t have to wear hers. 

Unless you try to explain, Donna is probably not gonna understand.

One day, she decides to try it herself and it completely clicks. 

Donna starts stealing your clothes more than you steal hers.  

When you're gone and she's feeling lonely or particularly anxious? Putting on one of your shirts, sweaters, or pretty much anything that has your scent? It's nice.