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❥︎ yandere! Popular Girl

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ Possessive, Obsessive, mentions of stalking and Blackmail, gxg ( female yandere! oc x female reader )

yandere! popular girl just moved into a new school and instantly rose up in the university hierarchy. Equipped with the perfect looks, money and charismatic personality, it was no mystery that a lot of people liked her. There were still a group of people that hated her for being a "whore" and a "pick me" but, honestly, it never bothered her. She knows her worth and she does not care about what other people had to say about her for choosing who to be friends with.

Despite all that, she found herself worrying about what you think of her. She first met you in one of her classes. This particular class didn't have that many students in it due to the fact that not a lot of people were very interested in it. Heck, she only joined it because one of her friends wanted to.

The two of you were paired together for a project. To be completely honest, you slightly groaned at the forced decision. You weren't really on the side that liked her. You heard from your friends about the rumors and allegations of how she did her work half-heartedly and of how she's slept with a huge majority of people so, deep down you were already preparing to basically do this project yourself.

But to your surprise, she was actually nice? She tried her hardest to help but struggled a bit because of how slow she was at understanding things but she actually wanted to communicate with you; which was better than a few people you've had worked with who stayed silent and made the atmosphere awkward. You hated to admit it but working with her was actually nice. You were even starting to wonder about why you decided to believe the rumors without actually meeting the person first.

Even so, you didn't really expect to get really close with her due to the complete imbalance and difference in both of your lives.

Yandere! popular girl actually wanted to be your friend though. She was a social butterfly so she really valued friendship. But, you were completely new to what she was used to. Most of her friends were over the top and extravagant in some way but you were, well, average.

"What are you thinking about babe?" yandere! popular girl's boyfriend asked her as the two were cuddling on the couch. yandere! popular girl's boyfriend was a few years older than her and was just starting to work as a pilot.

"Oh, um nothing. Just this girl I want to be friends with" she admitted before thinking to herself. Why was she thinking of you?

Eventually, you somehow became close with yandere! popular girl. You two would have lunch together or wait at a cafe somewhere before your classes. You even began to realize that she was hanging out with you more compared to the people she was really close with.

"(y/n) let's go to this new cafe! I saw on the internet that it's super cute!"

"(y/n) I wanna take you out on a little shopping trip! I bet you'd look super cute if I got to dress you up!"

"(y/n) wanna go to my house? I wanna show you this really cool makeup trick and I wanna try giving you a little makeover!"

Every single day of the week, you'd always had some sort of plan with yandere! popular girl. Because of how much you two were hanging out, you too were propelled up on the popularity board. You weren't exactly sure why but your friends began to stop talking to you ever since yandere! popular girl became your friend. Maybe they just hated that you were now friends with someone they weren't exactly fond of.

"Trust me! This party is gonna be fun! We're gonna have some fun! Plus you look so pretty in my clothes!" yandere! popular girl reassured as you two got out of the car.

The two of you then entered the very loud and crowded party hosted by one of yandere! popular girl's friends. You weren't sure if it was because of how good yandere! popular girl was at convincing people or if it was because you wanted to feel like you fit in with this completely new crowd but, you began drinking cups of the terrible beer. After a few more, you were a giggly drunk that was sprawled all over one of the couches.

"Hold on here (y/n)! I'm gonna go get something to eat! Don't go anywhere!" yandere! popular girl said before leaving you to get more chips. You only could give her a dumb smile as you began giggling at whatever you were thinking about.

"Hi there cutie... Aren't you really happy about something," a random guy came up to you minutes later. You gave him a drunken explanation before giggling again. The conversation was going well but, unbeknownst to the both of you, yandere! popular girl scowled at the sight.

How dare this random rando talk to my (y/n)?! And why are they getting along so well?!

yandere! popular girl then began stormed your way before pulling you to stand up.

"Oh sorry there! I think my girlfriend is really drunk and we're just gonna go now!" Yandere! popular girl said with a fake smile and a slightly passive-aggressive tone.

You then clung onto yandere! popular girl for support when you looked at her.

"Hehe, you're pretty even when you look mad" your drunk self complimented her. Yandere! popular girl's eyes widened as she looked at your flushed face and drunk smile.

Maybe she going to keep planning how she's going to dig through the rando's data to find anything she can use to ruin his life with later. It's not going to be pretty hard for an internet sleuth like yandere! popular girl. After all, why do you think your old friends stopped talking to you anyway?

Yandere! Barbie Girl ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

poc reader ᧔𐓪᧓˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Unfortunately, I haven't gotten the chance to watch the most recent Barbie movie but I will be seeing Oppenheimer tonight :) very excited. This post was inspired by Margot Robbie as the original Barbie but I didn't make the setting of this piece the Barbie movie, keep that in mind :)! Please feel free to talk to me and request works in my ask box, I love speaking with all of you.

She was absolutely beautiful, always making sure she was properly groomed. $79 glittery pink glass on her plump lips, french tip acrylic nails, gorgeous locs of honey blonde hair falling down her back.

Barbara was a self-made woman. She earned a diploma in international business before becoming the chief executive officer of her own company. Thanks to not only her job but knowledge, she earns enough to set you both for life. Because of the morals her father raised her with, she knows how to treat a wornan, and takes full advantage of this to take care of you.

She is the personification of the quote Dolly Parton made about being an entrepreneur. "You know, I look like a woman but I think like a man And in this world of business, that has helped me a lot. Because by the time they think that I don't know what's goin' on, I then got my money, and gone."

Barbara spends her hard-earned money mindfully. She' donate to her choice of charities, gift inventory to soup kitchens, give away basic needs to shelters, she particularly enjoys fostering animals with you.

Another thing she enjoys using her money for is to show you the beauties of the world. Flying to Istanbul to taste the delicious flavors of a Turkish breakfast, taking you shopping in New York, London, Paris, Dubai and having a hot springs spa day with you.

You're outrageously spoiled and doted on by her. It's HER job to show you exactly how thankful she is for you, it fills her with undetainable rage to think about someone else trying to make you happy and take you away from her. Of course, you'd never leave her for anybody else, she just can't help but overthink.

Because of her severely accomplished corporation, she's expected to attend specific events. Does she have the money to hire a top tier tearn to help ready the two of you? Yes, but she can help you herself. She will zip your dress up. She will apply makeup to your soft and beautifully crafted face, she will be the one to kneel and apply the shoes she carefully selected to your feet.

She will be the one to take your hand in her perfectly manicured one in front of all the cameras.

Soon, your hand will have a ring with a pink sapphire settled on one of your fingers. She'll make sure the proposal goes absolutely perfectly.

She takes you on the loveliest dates and some of them are stay-in nights. She'll take out your matching silk pajamas out of her walk-in closet, place bunches of pillows and plushies onto her couch, prepare your favorite snacks + beverages and get your most favored movie/shows onto the TV.

Every time the two of you go for a day out, you find at least one of her arms wrapped around your waist. Barbara will hug you from the back while settling her face onto your shoulder, either standing in silence or talking to you mindlessly.

"whatcha doin' :)?" "I had a plan for what we could do tonight." "While I was at work today, I was thinking about where we could go for our honeymoon."

She'd admit (without shame) that she's a clingy wife. You could be preparing dough for some baked goods and she'll be hugging you tightly from behind, being shoulder to shoulder with you, holding your hand no matter what you're doing, asking to bathe and shower with you (in a sweet way) so she can help wash you but she just enjoys being near you.

Obviously.

She goes all out during Christmas, anniversaries, holidays, etc. On the morning of your birthday, she'll wake you up with dozens of kisses on your face, presents wrapped in pastel colored paper, your favorite foods that she cooked herself, homemade baked treats she learned to make from her parents, she'll also quickly mention that she booked a cabin and how your flight is set for that exact day.

Better hurry and get ready, babe! :)

Christmas is her absolute favorite holiday as it is for millions of people but no one celebrates like her. The whole house is decked out in decoration, inside and out. A white tree accompanied with ornaments, each painted with individually unique designs by the two of you. She doesn't set out some of the more special presents under the tree because she wants to keep you guessing in the best way. Each present meant for you will have a tag on them that has writing about how much she adores you.

Winter is the best season to cuddle with the one you love. She takes that to her advantage as well! Barbara will set you down onto her pink satin couch that has multiple blankets on it to cuddle in front of the fireplace with you, old timey Christmas music on the record player.

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this, it was supposed to come out earlier today but Tumblr was being a bit difficult so I had to make some changes but , hopefully, it still pleased some of you. I'll post some more tomorrow and I will let you know how I liked the Oppenheimer movie :).

. . ⇢ ˗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.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐱 ❥.

Valentina was one of the only Hispanic girls in every single one of her classrooms throughout K-12. This was due to the fact her family resided in a town with an extremely small population that was surrounded by a mountain setting. This never dismayed her in being a confident girl, her mother raised her with the mindset of "they're just jealous of you". Yet, this didn't turn her into an egotistical monster. She was a sweet girl despite what her looks may have made you assume.

Her mother and father were extremely loving and protective parents, basically the staple for a stable family. They'd have game nights, movie nights, group cooking sessions, etc. Her father was the type to take photos of her outfits before she headed off to school, her sporting a confident pose and a dimple guarded smile.

It wasn't surprising to anyone around her when she got accepted into a top-notch modeling agency. It was difficult to move away from such a loving and memory ridden home, away from her parents, but she and them both acknowledged it was time for her to branch out. Valentina was able to rent out an apartment in the metropolitan city of Chicago, such a big city intimidated her quite a bit but she eventually adapted and conquered her feelings of timidness.

She was extremely surprised by the experience of being flown out to Europe and being paid to walk for the most sought after brands, but, it wasn't something she couldn't get used to.

A deal's a deal.

The two of you met at an event you had partaken in planning, assisting in choosing the venue, the entertainment and assorting several food choices of different diets. As she was sipping on a negroni, she scanned the crowd and eventually settled on you.

God, were you gorgeous.

It was quite the scene. Her dark, shadowed eyes circling around your figure and face as sensual jazz music was being played by a live band. She took the skinny black straw from between her lips, smoothing out her silk black dress with one slightly tatted hand before walking on over to you. As soon as Valentina was close enough to get a good look at you, she almost leaned over to squeeze your cheeks, you looked far too adorable for her to handle.

"Hi", she said with a wide smile before quickly sticking her hand out to shake yours as she said, "I'm Valentina, what's your name?"

As soon as you replied with a fond smile and told her your name, she could help herself and decided to say:

"Oh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, huh?" Ending her flirty sentence with a sultry laugh at the sight of your flustered expression. Before the conversation progressed even further, she requested to know your personal social media and even your number. Who were you to deny such a lovely lady?

She knows what she wants.

Valentina was always the first person to comment under your posts and reposted some of them onto her story, only those of which including your face or an outfit you decided to show off that day. It always included a caption written by her saying, "pretty." She never failed in texting you good morning and asking if you'd like to go out for lunch with her.

All of the checks were paid for by her, no matter how many times you tried to grab at the bill and take your card from your purse. The two of you could've gone on a shopping spree together, gotten coffee and then lunch and she'd still want to pay.

"Please? My treat." As if she didn't pay for your whole day out.

She treats you as if you're her girlfriend before she even asks you out, but don't worry, she eventually asks you and it's in the cutest way imaginable. You're taken to a floral garden and the only hint she gave you of the location was a text saying, "dress cute, as you always do." A red gingham blanket was settled onto the hunter green grass along with a woven picnic basket filled with every single one of your favorite snacks. You noticed the unusual nervousness that she had been moving with the entire time the two of you were hanging out.

"Y/n, I want to ask you before anyone else does, and don't say anything until I'm finished, okay? There's nowhere else in the whole world that I'd rather be than right here with you. Nothing would make me happier than being able to take care of you and hold you every single second of each and every day. You better believe me when I say that from the very moment I saw you, I felt nothing but love. Do you love me, Y/n? I want you to love me."

The intense wording of her confession startled you a bit, but you couldn't be happier. You were finally given the chance to tell her you also, indeed, did love her.

After you accepted her admission of love, Valentina gently placed her hand on the back of your neck and placed her plump, plum-colored lips onto yours.

You always tag along with her when she's set to walk and model clothing on a runway. Your presence makes her so much more confident than she already feels when she's swaying and strutting her hips. She'll find you in the crowd of fashion journalists and influencers, sending you a sweet smile and blowing you a kiss every once and awhile.

Her job can be a bit tiring but it's the reason she lives the life she does. She acknowledges this but the constant demand on the upkeep of her appearance is extremely irritating and overwhelming, especially when it's coming from people whose only job is to sit and judge someone's appearance.

The scum of the earth, as she likes to say.

When you're unable to be with her backstage during a show, she comes home and just nestles her messy head of hair into your tummy, whining and ranting about the people who made her angry that day.

"Sometimes I just wish I could do something to make them stop talking, like, forever." Valentina knows exactly what she could do to make her job easier but they're her superiors so they're restricted from her wrath.

Me when I can't fight my boss 🙄!!

Valentina absolutely loves taking you on holiday vacations, usually taking place in either Europe or her parents home back in Pennsylvania.

To her, there's no better way to start a morning than waking up next to you and seeing you peacefully sipping on your cup of coffee with a blanket wrapped around your bare chest. She's also

Valentina loves assisting you in more ways than one. She's a tall girl so she's able to reach up high shelves to grab something for you or put decorations up. She also enjoys assisting you in the sexual sense.

Sure, she comes home extremely tired from a long day at work, but she's not too tired to bury her head into your pussy and drown out your whines of overstimulation. Calm down, babe, it helps her relax! She'll also reach to hold your hand, staring at you with adoring puppy dog eyes as you writhe and attempt at moving your hips away from her gluttonous mouth.

Valentina is also a master at cooking. You'll wake up to the immediate aroma of chicken, cheese and homemade pasta noodles hitting your nose. She'll immediately whip up an excellent array of desserts for the two of you to share over a cup of coffee or tea.

Despite her tough aura, she loves to do nothing more than burrowing her head into your shoulder, wrapping her slender arms around your waist, nipping and kissing at your neck. You're far too cute for her to keep her hands to herself.

She's a complete baby when the two of you are alone, but there are some paparazzi photographs that show her softer side. A photo of you feeding her creamy tomato pasta backstage at a Mugler show, her sitting on your lap with her lips around the silver fork, looking at you with eyes filled with complete, pure devotion.

To some of your surprise, she isn't embarrassed by these pictures being published at all! It simply shows everyone who views it that your hers and she's yours.

It'll always be that way.

Back on the topic of holidays between the two of you, she enjoys wandering around vast cities with you as she holds onto your hand. Grabbing an iced coffee with a pistachio croissant whilst staying in Italy? And she's with the love of her life? Yeah, that sounds like an amazing day.

She's always happiest when she's around her baby, she's done terrible things to outside forces to keep it that way, and she's not above doing it once more. They should've known better and you'd understand if you found out, undeniably. They were trying to take you away from her, explain to Valentina why she should've sat back and let that happen.

You can't!

She adores dressing you up in her choice of clothing, especially if your personal style contrasts with her own. She'll purchase clothing that's in her favored style and pleads for you to try them on! She waits outside of the bathroom in your shared home as you change, anticipating to see her angel baby practically modeling the clothing she purchased.

Valentina also really enjoys doing your makeup! Speaking to you about your plans for the rest of the day and what outfit would look the best with the eyeshadow she's placing onto your eyelid. You make every single makeup look she applies on you absolutely perfect!

In general, she's incredibly protective but especially when it comes to people attempting to win you over with wandering hands and failed flirting. She practically powerwalks to where you and the person are standing and immediately starts interrogating them. She'll pull you closer into the side of her body, asking the person, "What were the two of you talking about? I'm kinda in the mood to laugh, tell me. I want to laugh too."

When it comes to her love for you, she'll go to the greatest lengths. If she ever sees you in an insecure attitude, there's nothing that could devastate her more. The girl that is the epitome of the word perfect, thinks she's unattractive..? How does that even work?

She'll look at your phone, seeing the influencer you're comparing yourself to and she has to stop herself from releasing a boisterous laugh. She gently takes your phone out of your hands before saying, "Honey, hey, look at me, yeah? I've seen this girl millions of times in real life, that workout didn't help her look like that at all, it was the surgeries." She's great at comforting you as she knows what it's like to feel unsure of yourself at times, and she never wants you to live in doubt of your appearance or attitude.

Those girls that are flat out lying on your explore page are going to get an extremely unexpected phone call filled with threats made to their personal cell. (With a voice changer of course!)

But, if she's incredibly angry she won't even bother concealing her real voice. She has enough connections to prevent any repercussions made toward her, she also has enough connections to help get rid of a person.

L-O-V-E! That's what she feels for you!

💌 ⤻THE CHEERLEADER, Katie Williams

—> despite how loud she is on the field, she is always quiet when watching you through your window.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is a nerd, obsessive behaviour, stalking, stealing, posessive behaviour, bullying, jealousy, slightly suggestive, this is a drabble but I will make fics for her in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Katie Williams, the most popular girl in school. Stereotypically pretty with brunette hair, rich ebony skin, and of course, the cheerleader captain of you college. Regardless of what major you take, everyone has heard of Katie Williams and her sorority parties and cheerleading skills. Not to mention the piling number of admirers she has.

Yet, the only person she admired was you. The Hopeless Nerd who was a fellow student in one of her elective courses.

The first time she saw you, you were unassuming, the type of person she would have talked about behind your back but when you offered to share notes with her; without anything in return other than a thank you, it made her heart flourish like a blossom. You seemed so genuinely happy when you managed to speak to her and offer you help in the course.

She even heard you muttering about how you were glad to make a friend.

Oh... oh you... you may seem unassuming from your sweaters and oversized pants, but you — beautiful you — you were such a vixen; seducing her like that.

That night, she could not sleep at all.

Instead, she lulled over your notes in her one-person dorm, taking in the scent of the paper as she wondered whether the paper was accurate to how your delicate fingers actually smelled like.

She wanted those fingers so badly on her skin.

She had never desired anyone as much as she desired you. From a young age, her looks, her sensuality, and her popularity were all a means to an end — from that time she batted her eyelashes at a professor to round up her grade or flirted with the quarterback to get him to bring his crate of expensive beer to a party — but you were different. So different to the point she wanted to study you.

So she did.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

It started out innocent — as innocent as it could be, really — by just tailing you after classes, even appearing out of nowhere so she could chat with you or maybe even drag you to cheer practice. Oh, your hands were so nice to touch, she didn't care if they were soft or callous, she just liked to touch you. She just loved the feel of your skin against her ebony-coloured hands. She was darker than most people so seeing the contrast made her rather pleased. It was a mark that you were holding her hand. As disgusting as it sounded, she didn't wash her hands till the scent of your hands faded away. If you used lotion, cologne or perfume, she made sure to buy that exact scent just to spritz around her dorm room to mimic the delusion that she was cuddling with you.

More than that, she utterly loved watching you from afar. Sure, talking to you was heaven for her, but seeing you alone, unfiltered, and without any societal pressures on you just made her want to latch onto you. She hoped one day you'd be able to show that part of yourself — unrestrained from social norms — to her. For now, she'll have to watch you from afar and from the camera she had snuck in when she came over to talk about a history essay for your class.

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"[y/n], I remembered you liked this kind of candy, so I bought it for you!" She exclaimed as she clung onto your side.

"Huh?" You responded as you looked down at the candies she placed into your hands. "Did I ever tell you I liked this kind of candy?" You racked your brain, attempting to find the memory where you had shared such an intimate detail with her. After all, the both of you aren't that close, yet, anyway.

She froze on the spot for a moment. She had never been so obsessed with someone before, so she was admittedly a bit sloppy but she quickly recovered. "I see you around campus always snacking on it, I hope you like it!" She explained, twisting her words to make them sound sweet.

All. For. You.

"Thanks." You smile at her, and she swears she might faint. "See you in class?" You offered.

"Ye-yeah, see you in class." Katie had never been much of a fan of history, it was just something she picked out, but now she had something to look forward to.

"Are you coming to the game next week? I'll be cheering as usual, so you need to come! Cheerleaders need their own cheerleaders too, okay?"

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YANDERE!FEM DELINQUENT X GN!READER //  PT1

req by ;; anon <3

warnings ;;  love triangle, threats (not to reader), yandere behaviour, smoking, possessive behaviour etc, reader is student council president

a/n ;; there will be another part where it’s going to be a male delinquent x reader and there’ll be a love triangle <3!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who fell in love with you first yell when she saw you trudge over to her and her friends and berate them for littering and skipping class.. the smart outspoken student president matching with her, the confident rude delinquent? Its perfect!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who notices your smile dropping but quickly coming back when she walks up to you. ‘Cute.. they’re scared of me.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gets a bit shocked when she realises you’re not scared of her but see her as an annoyance? that’s perfect, she loves a good challenge <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gets detentions often so she can be ‘disciplined’ by you. the teachers honestly gave up on her so they forced the student president to ‘control’ her. unlucky for you babes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who grins when you scold her. Tilting her head with furrowed as she pretends to listen carefully to your words but all she is doing is analysing your face. Your eyes, your lips, the way you style your hair, the way how your uniform looks so tidy compared to hers. the way where she imagines it all off.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who scoffs as she sees you arguing with another delinquent, and the delinquent was one of her biggest rivals. Couldn’t you see how rude he was?! She would never do that to you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who shoves past the kids who make fun of you for being too ‘stuck-up’. She reassures you that she finds it cute and they’re just stupid.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who roughly threatened a girl for sitting too close to you during class. So what you guys had a project due together? Didn't that weirdo know that you belonged to her??

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who knows she’s pretty, but no one hits her up due to her criminal activities and their fear of her. She uses it to her advantage. You could be her first everything <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gives you a necklace with her initials on it. Ordering for you to wear it. It looks expensive so you ask where’d she get it from. “Huh?! Don’t worry your pretty little head about it~ I got connections baby!”. she stole it from some random jewellery shop.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who forces you to skip a class to light a cigarette and then blow it into your mouth. You gasp loudly and she just giggles as she hears you cough up a fit. ‘So so adorable!’ 

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who love love loves seeing you flustered. constantly backing you into a wall, always making her friends sit by you in the cafeteria, winking slyly when you confront her about all of this.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who will make sure to make you hers. That pesky boy trouble maker is just a bump in her plan. No one compares to her. No one will be good for you, except her.

“Babe I barely hit him~ I just kissed his cheek with my fist!”

purerae<3

Yandere! Duchess x Fem! Reader.

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Note: Aside from Emilia, I want to make more Yandere's with strictly female darlings only, (Don't worry I'm also working on males too).

❦Contains: Yandere behavior.

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Yandere! Duchess who lives in the cold north and manages the border for monsters not to trespass into her territory.

Yandere! Duchess whose a pure noble from birth, raised with a diamond spoon in her mouth because her family has a large history with the empire as the sole protector of the empire.

Ever since she can remember, people from different families want to be apart of her family so they try to have their sons ask for her hand in marriage, but she is firm of not marrying any man in her life. Ever.

She met you during a ball hosted by the Imperial family, she was out in the terrace to try and catch some fresh air but those pesky men that follow her around like lost dogs.

He was another one trying to pursue her and take her authority as her husband, she clearly didn't want to have a husband, she worked very hard for her Duchess title, she had to manage the duchy on her own without help when her Father died. (Her Mother dead long before her Father's death.)

The Dukedom's Vassal's we're supportive, thankfully, and helped her with anything she needed.

So for this man to try and ask for her hand, wanting to take the position as Duke because he married into her family? The fucking audacity these people had to have.

Though his persuading was stopped when someone kicked him down, when she laid her eyes on you, it felt like her breath was caught in hert throat.

There you were, staring angrily at the man who laid on the floor.

"Are you alright, Duchess? "

"Of course I will marry you. "

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Hehe! I literally hot bored and pulled out a list of my characters on how I will be posting, so... Yandere! Duchess! We get enough of cold Duke's whatt about the women?? So I took matters into my own hands.

Part 2 coming soon!

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. . ⇢ ˗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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YAN GIRLFRIEND I REPEAT YAN GIRLFRIEND.!

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✎ yandere! girlfriend headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possessiveness, violence etc.

(fem! reader x female yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! girlfriend who is so in love with you that some would call her love obsession. she doesn't care what others call it though, you love her and she loves you. that's all that matters.

✎ yandere! girlfriend who loves how caring you are! patching her up after she got into a fight with some guy that was oogling your body <3 you're so adorable! her cute and pretty sweetheart :( <3

✎ yandere! girlfriend who isn't anything special but will do anything for you. sure she isn't super smart or super rich but her love for you knows no bounds and that's why you love her ♡

✎ yandere! girlfriend who absolutely adores how you don't mind her violent and obsessive tendencies. can someone get even more perfect??

✎ yandere! girlfriend who loves to mark you up. it helps to reassure her that you're only hers and it shows others that your taken. it's a win-win!

✎ yandere! girlfriend who gets extremely jealous whenever you give someone more attention than her. don't worry though, she'll go back to being normal if you kiss her <3

✎ yandere! girlfriend who's just a possessive and obsessive lover who's so utterly in love with you. and you love and accept her! it makes her heart so full and happy knowing you don't mind her tendencies :)

✎ "I'll put a ring on that finger of yours one day pretty girl. so stay with me, alright?"

tw: female reader, dub-con to con, degradation

I am thinking about a bitchy, pretty mean girl who drunkenly corners you at a party and drags you to her room. She throws you to the bed and resumes smoking her cigarette - watching your feral movements with the corner of her eye. You make a run for it, and she simply hisses, mildly annoyed at the fact that she has to let go of her cigarette and deal with your little tantrum.

"You're not going anywhere, nerd." Her thin eyebrows narrow, eyes full of boredom and just a bit of a sparkle. You ignore her words and head for the door, but you're quickly pushed against the nearest wall. "I told you to stay here, loser. I am not going to repeat myself." The blondie whispers against your throat and you freeze, surprised at her display of strength - turns out cheerleaders are pretty damn strong when they want to be.

She then sleazily shoves her tiny hand up your bra, roughly groping your tits. You hold back a moan - you can't let her know you're enjoying this. After all she did make your first year of college a living hell.

"Open your mouth." Jess orders, growing more and more agitated at your protests - but you just clench your teeth. "Don't wanna." You mumble, just slightly bratty - but you can't deny the way your thighs start shaking under her hungry, lustful gaze. You've never felt so desired before.

"Oh, I know what you want, you little bitch." The cheerleader smirks with that nasty little grin she has on when she's scheming how to ruin some poor wimp's life. "You want to fight and squirm, and eventually lose yourself underneath me." She moans in your ear, and it's the most pornographic sound you've ever heard - so your cheeks heat up. "Because that's all you are, right?" Her fingers find your slit and start rubbing tight little circles around your swollen clit. "Just a slutty little toy I can fuck whenever I want." She bites your neck, making you arch your back involuntarily. "It's all little nerds like you are good for."

You close your eyes, breathing through the intense, red - hot pleasure. Fuck. You can't keep letting her treat you like this, but when she puts her hands on you, it becomes a losing battle. You arch your back, pushing your body against her.

"Now be a good girl and open up for me." With a low whisper she shoves her tongue in your mouth, and just like that you fall apart, undone.

I want to do ballet again bruh I'm so fucking sad. why the hell did I quit ☹️☹️☹️

✎ yandere! ballerina headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness etc.

(gn! reader x female yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! ballerina who's your favourite dancer in the company. the way she dances, the way she moves... it's simply mesmerising.

✎ yandere! ballerina who dances for you. do you like her dance? everything she does is for you!

✎ yandere! ballerina who loves it when you play the piano instead of having the boring radio. she just loves it when you play while she dances. it's like you two were made to be!

✎ yandere! ballerina who always gets the lead roles for performances. Clara, Giselle... she'll be the main character in everything just for you.

✎ yandere! ballerina who puts in maximum effort to appear perfect for you. she'll be your perfect little dancer, beloved pianist~

✎ yandere! ballerina who is upset whenever you don't turn up for her weekly sessions. are you sick? what's wrong? why are you not here?!

✎ yandere! ballerina who releases her pent up anger by dancing twice as hard. she can't scream or yell, because whatever will she do if you find out that she's not the graceful swan that you think her to be?

✎ yandere! ballerina who will always put on a perfect face for you. you deserve only the best after all. she'll be your graceful and perfect ballerina, all yours to admire and love~

✎ "beloved pianist! could you play the second half again please?"

Yandere! Princess x Knight!Reader.

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Note: Literally love women so much💙😔 Literally will be their willing house husband if they wanted me to be.

❦Contains: Yandere behavior, just fluff? domestic moments.

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Yandere! Princess who's raised to be the future ruler of her kingdom with a noble man as her husband by her side, together, they will rule her kingdom together.

At a young age, she was already delved into politics as a future ruler, to ensure her Kingdom and people's safety, their well being her too priority.

But she was only a child and she could only do so much, she's already the smartest amongst the children her age, starting her education early.

She always seeks peace and refuge by watching you train, back then, you we're a knight who wielded wooden swords and your face would be bruised up from when you played around in the forest.

But now..You're an aspiring knight whose pledged their undying loyalty to not only the Royal family but to her, she knew from the day she met you in the forest after she snuck out to the day you took a knee in front of her and promised that you'd do anything for her to be safe that she knew she loved you.

She wants you to stay by her side because you are hers, and so you could protect her or course, that too.

Yandere! Princess who'll get distracted during lessons because she's so distracted by you, although she preferred you smiling, but you looking all serious just awakens something in her.

She loves it when you get rid of your armour and in more casual clothing, she gets to see all your muscles in display, she'll most definitely ask to cop a feel.

She loves the domestic moments in her life where you'll try your best to make her a flower wreath, she also enjoys it when you brush her hair instead of her maids, she just loves the feel of your fingers running through her hair.

She'll give up the succession to the throne for you if you can't be able to stay by her side as her spouse, to which made her Father so enraged that he had you almost killed.

But Yandere! Princess will never allow that, it's much more easier to stage a coup d'état than trying to convince an old man about her undying love for you.

She's willing to throw away everything she as to be with you.

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Thank you all for 102 followers! I love and appreciate you all! May your days be filled with wonder and carbonara!

i would sell my firstborn for more Edira 😍

A/N: So glad you enjoy her o(*￣▽￣*)o ! I got this lil snippet idea out of thin air so I hope it suffices that dom lady craving. Also, unfortunately I'll likely be a bit slow about answering requests until I get out of this funk of neverending procrastination and lack of motivation.

Anniversary-- -----------------------------------------------

(OC) Edira X Gn! Reader

CW: Borderline NSFT, power imbalance, manipulation, blackmail, forced relationship

Kisses. Soft teeth, smudged lipstick on skin, and the ticklish trails of cold fingers up and down your chest. Stained lips trailed from your ear to your jaw, sending electric shivers down your spine. The hairs on your neck stood on end every time her hot breath made contact– the warm, humidity of her mouth scraping over your sensitive nerves. She didn't speak much, only occasionally making light of how so easily you were embarrassing yourself, how simple it was to tease you with a little touch after the wine you both shared during dinner. Your anniversary dinner, to be in fact. 

"I'm not one for extravagant celebrations," Edira told you beforehand. "But, since you've been so well-behaved… well, there may be a small reward awaiting you."

It had been a year since you were manipulated into her schemes of being her pretend spouse, but only 7 months since you officially became her real, blackmailed lover. Instead of fake make-out sessions and lies on your sex life, Edira made sure to indulge in each fabrication to the point where it was no longer fiction. She had you wrapped around her finger so tightly with the domineering threat of destroying your life. At first, you completely believed she lacked the hesitation to make the rest of your days miserable if you dared to defy her. But since that initial judgment, this past year has… mildly, altered your opinion. You don't doubt that she would make you pay dearly if you decided to leave, but now… an inkling of you believes that she might truly, irreversibly be attached to you.  

From the way her touch began to linger, how her possessiveness grew over the months of affection, her vulnerability becoming more present-- it was an interesting sight to see. If you had left her now, you knew she'd feel betrayed, rather than angry. However, such an emotion could do far more damage than you could imagine. 

"Edira," you griped, the merlot still working its magic and making you a hazy disaster. 

Edira groaned into your skin. With the cusp of her fingertips she turned your face towards hers. "Yes, my little pet…"

"You're making me all dirty." You mumbled, smudging the prints of red lipstick that were prevalent on your chest and stomach. 

She rubbed your cheek, spreading what you can only imagine being more of her lipstick marks. "It's not dirt, it's my affection."

"You know what I mean," you grin, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. 

Edira laughs at your expense, looking from your lips to your eyes. "Seems like you can't handle your liquor that well, love. What happened to your boast of 'not being a lightweight'?"

She grins as you lean backward into her touch, her hand forcing your neck down to push your head into her chest. Your clothes were half way unbuttoned and removed, More so then Edira's as she started teasing before you could comprehend what was going on. 

You moaned into her shoulder, fluttering your eyelashes upwards. She slid her hands over your bare chest, looking down at your pitiful, tipsy state. It felt warm, having her hands cover your skin and the buzz of her voice fill your ears. 

You immediately tensed up as her hand came down just to lightly pat your crotch. The wine had made you so unraveled and needy, to the point where any surprise touch left you in a state of high sensitivity. 

"Edira--!" You gripped onto her pencil skirt, leaning upward out of stimulation. Edira caught you in a kiss, her lips hungry for the taste of your mouth. You had been lucky, having her prioritize your pleasure so willingly without making a fuss. But now, it was her turn to have some fun. "T's too much.." you  groan with your lips closed, feeling that hot rush of embarrassment come back as she laughed condescendingly. 

"Awe, too much for you, sweet thing? But you were able to take it so well before…" she gave you a fake pout of sympathy that made frustration rise in your chest, her soft hands unbuttoning your bottoms. "Besides, you acted so eager earlier, so desperate to be touched, I thought you despised me?."

"It's too much now…can't take it, please.." 

You let out an uncharacteristically loud moan at feeling her hand cup the skin of your chest, pushing her thumb in your mouth and against your tongue. 

"You can take it, and you will."

Edira pressed another lipstick-covered smooch to your neck, sucking gently on the skin. 

"But it's our anniversary," you argue with a full mouth, tongue still sliding against her finger. Shutting your eyes, you feel the heat of her breath on your back.

"It's my anniversary too, you know. Don't I deserve to have some fun?"

You knew better than to answer that, instead kicking your feet like a child. 

"Not fair--" you hiccup, letting out another tensed expression as Edira turned your face towards her. Her heavy chest pressed up against your back, leading your inebriated mind to come up with fantasies you knew she'd mock you for. 

"Maybe not. But has it ever been fair?"

Edira parted her mouth, inviting herself to your merlot-flavored tongue and weak lips. She kissed you so slowly, the messiness of her desire making your senses cloud and pulling you to sloppy kisses. 

"You don't get to make big decisions like that on account of being mine, sweet thing." She brushed her knuckle against your cheek,  speaking the condescending pet name and watching your helpless eyes. 

 But don't fret we're celebrating," She grinned, giving that sadistic, fear-inducing smile-- the one she always gave when she had something in store.

" Happy anniversary, darling."

Tw: female reader, nsfw, confinement, dub-con/non-con, sapphic

Oh, to be the housewife of a rich, well - respected business-woman.

She has it all - looks, money, charisma, success, and now she has you as well, locked away in her vacation villa, cooking and cleaning and making it feel like a home while she's leading her fast - paced corporate job.

She comes late into the evening, sighing softly as she makes her way to you. Diane hugs you from behind, burying her face in your neck - simply melting against you. You try to hide your unease as you silently apologize for the cold dinner once again, even though none of it is your fault. She just clicks her tongue playfully and smacks your ass - when she's feeling gracious, and shoves you against the kitchen counter when she's had a particularly bad day at work.

No matter what her mood is, she always finds a way to take her stress out on you. After all in her eyes you're there to serve her - her sweet little wife, all pretty in gowns, or flowery dresser, or even better naked and covered in gold from head to toe.

Her kisses are always rough and leave you breathless, trying to catch your breath. Her touch is restless and unyielding, hot, merciless fingers stroking and pinching and slapping and squeezing for hours on end. Diane loves to tie you up in various positions, helpless and immobilized to her wicked will. She can't resist laying you on her queen sized bed and stuffing you with a fat mean vibrator, your scared gasps and pained moans of overstimulated pleasure ringing in her ears like the sweetest tune of music.

And just when you're too exhausted to fight, yet too spent to keep squirming under the toy, she kneels before you, spreading you once again so that you can feel each torturous inch of her tongue and fingers as they slip in and out of your wet, tight hole.

Then she kisses your forehead gently - just like a ritual, before taking you into her arms and washing you throughoutly, never missing a creak. You cry out weakly one last time as she tuggs you into bed, and she pulls you so close you can feel the heat radiating off her body once she starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You try to stay on guard but eventually you fall asleep, embraced by silk and warmth.

Then the next day it all repeats again.

fem! Yandere friend x fem!reader headcanons [sleepover edition]

warnings: nsfw content, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, panty stealing and sniffing, non-consensual touching while the reader is asleep.

Yandere friend who urges you to share a bed because just how could she let her very best friend sleep on the cold floor? Don’t be silly You’re better off warm in bed snuggled up against her.

Yandere friend loves to spoon you and never sleeps any other way when you stay over.

Yandere friend who squeezes her thighs together because she’s overwhelmed by you your scent that fills her senses when she buries her her face between your neck and shoulders. Your soft hair that lightly tickles her. The way you squirm in your sleep and end up grinding your ass against her it’s as if you’re actually awake and inviting her to just have you.

Yandere friend who sees your shirt lifting up slightly when you move in your sleep revealing your soft skin she takes the chance to sneak her hands underneath your shirt and caress your bare stomach. Her quivering breath echoing in the room as her hand slowly inches up towards your chest lightly grazing your nipples.

Yandere friend who bites her lip to keep quiet when she hears you moan quietly in your sleep.

Yandere friend who would love more than anything to let her hand wander down past your shorts and panties and have you wake up with her fingers inside you. You would be too sleepy and horny to stop her you wouldn’t care that you’re friends or that “you shouldn’t do this” or how you “shouldn’t ruin your friendship”. You’d be too focused on the pleasure she would be giving you.

Yandere friend who opts for holding you close as you sleep instead of acting on her fantasies.

Yandere friend who eagerly waits for you to finish using the shower in the next morning urging you to get out because you’ve been “hogging the bathroom and she needs the shower”.

She throws you an eye roll as you’re walking out but as soon as she’s inside the bathroom and the doors shut behind her, her eyes frantically scan the bathroom until she finds the small lacy fabric she’s been looking for.

She snatches it and brings it up to her her nose her eyes rolling back as she lets out a muffled quite moans and suddenly her clothes are too tight, the air is too hot and she just needs you now-

Yandere friend who makes sure you’re no where around when she exists the bathroom with the lace jumbled up in her hand, she quickly makes her way to her room and hides it somewhere safe, where all her other valuables are.

Yandere friend who relentlessly begs you to stay one more night (as she always does in the mornings after you stay over) “ just one more! it’ll be fun!” but ultimately ends up alone in her apartment pouting when you leave but it’s okay there will always be a next time she just has to be a little patient.

After all, she has her latest..finding.. to keep her company until the next time.

imagine the reader and Daina negotiating the reward she will receive for betraying her "friends" while deciding what to do with the last survivor of the group… incredibly entertaining

Daina: I cut off his fingers and I want a kiss on the lips.

Reader: You cut off his hand and I'll consider letting you go.

Daina: Let's up the ante to an arm and a leg in exchange for a kiss on the lips.

reader: two arms and a chase in the woods to give the poor idiot hope of living another day and I'll kiss you on the cheek.

Daina: on the lips.

reader: *sighs* just a little brush of lips.

Daina: deal!!!

Sigh- Three hours deep into conversation, and you still haven't reached a conclusion to the pressing situation.

The cabin was empty besides you, that woman, and the stench of death; rotting wood and your blades separating you and real madman of this equation. Since the moment she woke up, she's attempted to entice affection from you. You assumed she was trying to butter you up like previous victims, but the look in her eyes told you she was fighting for something greater than her life.

Love.

Her friend's whereabouts, their lives, even her own were just pawns in the bigger game. You tried to take her up on her last offer, but every murder attempt ended in no one getting hurt besides yourself on one occasion. While she drew death from every corner, it appeared that she was saved from its clutches like she was the reaper herself. You woke up to her tending to the spilt in your eyebrow from when an old powersaw fell on you while you chased her around. She even had the nerve to leave a glossy kiss on your bloody forehead and snap a picture like you were on a quirky date. Humiliating, but given you couldn't get rid of her it was best to give in and get something out of it.

"Buzzcut's right eye for a twenty second hug."

Daina leans on the table. "I'll mangle Sadie's leg for a kiss on the lips. She was going to sign up for soccer tryouts next week. Killer skills."

You progress her counter. "... Add the blonde one's teeth and I'll consider a kiss on the cheek."

She sticks out her tongue. "Lips or nothing, baby. Well, I'll probably throw you a bone or two, but at least one person will get away without my help."

You look out the window. The sun is rising. Every second is another step towards your victims' freedom. You exhale. "Fine. Ten seconds. Keep your hands to yourself, and eyes closed. "

"Add a little tongue action to sweeten the deal, and I'll bring you the head of your choosing plus give you the keys to the car.

"....Tell anyone, and I will find a way to kill you."

Daina giggles, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. "Save the flirting for when we're on our first date, honey."

Daina seeing fem slasher reader: Oh my God, she's so hot! I've never seen someone as pretty as her before in my life

Her friend: You're just as cute, Daina, there's no need to compare... Also I'm pretty sure she just stabbed Tom

Daina:.... I want her tongue down my throat, Megan

Liar Liar

Yandere Final Girl x Slasher reader

Summary: After escaping an attack from the town serial killer, party girl Daina throws a get together to celebrate. Only, she made the whole thing up.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: blood/gore, violence, murder, slight emetophobia

“We’re here now with Ms. White, the alleged latest survivor in a series of recent murders by the serial killer known as Mercy Valentine, by locals. Any words you’d like to say to the press?”

“It was horrible... My… my boyfriend was killed when we were heading home after practice. I managed to get away after being attacked in the locker room, but he… he didn’t make it. I found him… bleeding there in the field. When I came back with police, he was gone.” 

“Are you aware of the rumors that it may be a copycat? There has never been any reports of a body being taken from the scene.”

“Believe me, I know who I saw that night…”

The video pauses; frozen on a frame of a young woman with tear stains running down her face. Said girl falls back on her bed; the worried praise of her friends falling at her side.

“You’re so brave, Daina.”

“I wouldn’t go anywhere after something like that.”

Daina-Grace White, or just Daina White depending on the crowd. Her parents thought their special little girl needed a special name, and that’s why she had been christened with a hyphenated first name. A star cheerleader in high school and track runner in her spare time. Everyone’s first pick for prom queen, and as the clip proclaimed; the most recent victim to the killer known as Mercy Valentine.

Mercy's preferred targets were those in pairs; one to take the blade, and the other to tell the tale. Couples were a frequent hit; earning them the latter part of their name – even if friend groups and families had fallen as well. The surviving party always had injuries such as scrapes and bruises, but the killer would turn and walk away before they became fatal. People speculated this was out of wanting to become some type of urban legend in the town, others some sort of guilt for their crimes. A few - believed it was on a level far deeper than that

Poor Diana and her boyfriend, Nathaniel, had been all alone on the night it happened. Scares out of their minds, one on the brink of death. It would have been a traumatic experience for the survivor and a terrible end for the one who died; had Nathaniel not gone missing the night prior. 

“Thanks, guys. Part of the reason I’m able to go on is because of the support of friends like you.”

It was rather easy to fake; especially with evidence practically placed on a silver platter for her. There had been talk around campus from his sister about him not returning home last night, and his car was found parked a couple streets away from her home. It was known to many that Nathaniel had the hots for Daina; even giving her his coat on a rainy day. With his phone conveniently placed in the passenger seat, and a slash to her arm; Daina was able to come up with a story that threw off most skeptics. 

Daina sits up, stretching away the worries of the day. “Let’s not focus on it for now. We have a party to get ready for!”

-

Most wouldn’t expect one to have a get together after the tragic death of their loved one, but Daina wasn’t like most people. She was a live in the moment type girl, and this moment was the prime of her youth. Plus, if anything were to happen, her father had given Daina her birthday present early. He really didn’t want to leave her alone after the ordeal, but duty calls. 

Snacks, sodas, and a punch bowl full of enough liquor to make someone forget the evening entirely sat on the kitchen counter. Living room lights were turned down low; and music played through speakers about the house. Every door and window had been left unlocked; just inviting the devil to play. She changes into something that’s easy to move around in, throwing her old top to a corner that lands on a mannequin she used to dress up when she was little.

“Sorry about that.” Daina giggles, tossing the clothing into its proper storage before heading back downstairs. 

-

8pm just minutes away, Daina hops on her couch and begins livestreaming to her social media of choice.

“Hey, everyone! Just getting the last couple things ready for tonight’s party. Times are tough, and we all need something to lighten the mood around this town.”

Comments pour in, only one catching her eye.

“Aren’t you worried about the danger?”

“Screw that! The killer supposedly never goes after the same victim twice, and even if they did come after me, I’ll just kick their ass like last time.”

She lifts up her arm, showing off her bandaged wrist while holding up her middle finger. Uncaring of the dangers of her actions; and whoever may come across the stream.

-

Eight o’clock finally hits, and the people begin to pour in. The party didn’t actually start until thirty minutes later, but there were always those who showed up early. Daina greets everyone with smiles and the occasional hug; pleasantries stopped when a certain individual walks through her door.

“Hey, Gracie… How you holding up?”

Mike was a quarterback for the school’s football team, and the best friend of the, supposedly, late, Nathaniel. He was the first to call Daina out on her claims; an allegation quickly shot down by their peers. In another life, the title of Mike's best friend belonged to her. A sweet girl, up until the beginning of high school, where her true colors began to come to light. The event that led to their falling out had been sweet under the rug due to only the two knowing of it; yet the scars were still there.

“Daina. What are you doing here, Mike?”

Mike stiffens, shuffling in his spot at the door. “I.. just want to bury the hatchet. We’re losing people left and right. For numerous reasons. It’s better to stick with each other than to hold grudges.”

Daina glares at him, but steps aside. “Alright, fine.” Mike starts to walk in, but she stops him again. “If you start anything, I’ll kill you myself. Do you understand?”

-

The party kicks up around nine. Young adults spilled across all floors of her house, and the backyard. A small group stands by the pool; two individuals holding the ankles of another hovering over a keg someone had bought. 

“27…28…”

Thomas taps the side of the container, the contents in his stomach slowly edging back to his throat. It relaxes as his friends put him down, but the way the world around him spins and the heaviest of his body tells him it won’t last long. He cheers along with the crowd; covering his hand over his mouth as he pushes through them all to head back inside. Passing the hostess, he weakly asks;

“Hey… where’s the bathroom?”

Daina points towards the stairs. “Second door on your left.”

With a brief thanks, he speeds up the stairs and to the bathroom. He barely makes it to the bowl before he begins to heave. The sound of his retching blocks out all other sounds; the cool night air on the back of his neck. Had he paid attention to the room for a second longer when he entered; he would have noticed that the window had been closed when he walked on.

Thomas flushes the toilet and stands on wobbly legs, walking over to the sink to wash out his mouth. He bends forward to splash water in his face. Through the waves, he spots something in the corner of the room. A shadow distinctive from the rest; its face a mix of white and pink.

“What the fu-"

Before he can continue, Thomas' face is slammed against the mirror; open eye pressed to the glass. He tries to flail around, but his actions are cut short by a blade to his neck. With a single slice, his throat is split; blood gurgling from the fresh wound and out the corners of his mouth. He slumps against the sink as the weight behind him vanishes; body twitching as it draws its last struggled breath.

-

“God damn it.”

Daina sighs in annoyance; shutting the lid of a pocket mirror her friend had leant her.

“What’s wrong, Daina?”

“My lipstick got smeared. I need to go put on some more.” Daina sets her cup on the nearby table; a ring of red lips around its ridge. She walks upstairs, pass the locked bathroom door, and heads into her room. She shuts an open drawer, and picks up a tube of lipstick to put it on – a scraping sound across the floor boards catching her ear.

“Hm?” She looks around, the only thing in her general field being that little mannequin she called a roommate. It rocked gently, wheels turned outward. Must’ve gotten hit when she entered the room. She smiles and places her arms over its shoulders.

“Hello, there. Were you trying to sneak up on me?”

The mannequin fails to reply; blank eyes staring back at her through the mask on its face. The arms of the coat draped over swaying as she turns around. Music thumping through the floorboards, she begins to dance with it as her partner. She places her head on its shoulder, swaying to the beat as she wraps her hands around its neck.

“I’m so glad that you’re with me…” She mutters.

Daina hums to herself; unaware of the crack in her closet door. The eyes that peer through. 

“Daina!”

She turns her head to the door; letting out a huff as he unlocks her arms from the doll and leaves the room in a hurry.

“Coming!”

As she leaves the closet’s doors handle rattles ever so gently; swinging outward as a figure creeps from the dark. Their eyes linger on the mannequin.. and the plastic that made up its face.

-

Downstairs; Daina is greeted by one of her friends – a worried look on their face. “Hey, Daina.. have you seen Thomas? I tried calling his phone, but he’s not answering, and his car is still outside.”

“I haven’t seen him all night. He’s probably wasted in my parents room or something….” Her eyes trail away as she spots something on the patio; the red bud of a cigarette and smoke clouds blown into the air.. “Hang on, I have to deal with this.” 

“But someone told me they saw you with…”

Daina pushes past them and storms outside. Mike stands outside; stare vacant and the nicotine stick between his lips. He doesn’t even look at her when she starts to go off.

“What the hell, Mike. I know it’s been years, but I told you not to smoke in here. If I find a single bud…”

“You’re still thinking about that day. Aren’t you?..”

He pulls a photo from his pocket. A photo from middle school graduation, or at least the remains of one. The page had been cut to show only a small group in the larger crowd. Daina hadn’t even noticed the picture was gone; too busy focusing on her appearance. She grinds her teeth. 

“You went in my room?” 

“That’s not the point and you know it.”

“An invasion of my privacy is a pretty big deal, Mike.”

“She was my friend too, Daina.

“She isn’t the fucking point!”

A scream tears them both from the conversation. Both of them, along with various other members of the party rushed inside to see what was happening. A crowd had gathered around the walk in pantry in the kitchen; one person collapsed to the floor and staring in pure terror at what was inside. Pushing through the bodies; Daina manages to squeeze to the front and see what the problem was; her stomach dropping at the sight.

Propped against a shelf of canned goods; the corpse of another girl was sprawled on the floor. A knife wound pierced her eye as well as various spots of her chest; blood drying into her clothes. A single finger was painted red; words written onto the floor in her blood.

“LIAR.”

Calamity breaks out all at once. People screaming; shouting. Making breaks for the front door and any other exits. Daina crashes to the floor; Mike runs through the house and informs everyone else they need to flee. He picks up a poker near the fireplace as Daina regains her composer – wiping a grin from her face. 

“What are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker. Call the police!”

Daina nods; heading upstairs where she had left her phone. Mike begins to sweep the house to find the intruder; kicking open doors and leaving no place unchecked. It's how he comes across the bodies of Thomas and a few other people. All in locations tucked away from sight. After a thorough investigation, there’s only one place left to look. The basement. 

Mike grips the handle; the shaking of his palms visible against its knob. He hesitantly opens it; a dim light all the way at the end of the steps. He begins to descend them; the light from the kitchen blocked by an object behind him.

-

Within the basement there is one final body. A young man with shaggy hair and wearing a sports jersey. He sits in a chair; the angle making it look as though he were merely asleep. The smells that come off his body are blocked by the mask over the approaching figure's face; their blade raised high over head. There is no scream as it falls; just the wet sound of metal entering flesh. His body loses balance as the knife is ripped through his neck; falling forward onto the ground below. Stab wounds litter his body; the puddles of blood around each hole having fully dried. His supposed assailant stands there confused; obvious to the running steps behind them. 

Mike brings the fire poker down on the masked individual’s skull. They crash to the floor; blood leaking through their scalp. They attempted to reach for their weapon; stopped by another blow to the head. They lie motionless, but he isn’t done. Not after everything this person has done. Not after the pain they’ve caused. He wants to demask them, but they need to suffer first. Their identity could be revealed through denial records. He reaches the poker like a club for another swing, but the only thing that falls is the object itself  - and drops of his own blood. 

The echo or a gunshot still rings; Mike looking down at the hole in his stomach in disbelief. It didn’t hurt at first; shock running through his veins. As he sticks a finger against the hole, the pain finally hits. He didn’t even have time to cry out as more shots ripple through his body. He falls down next to the slasher who remained still.. Footsteps descend the stairs; stopping by his writhing form. There’s a scrap of metal as they pick the fire poker off the floor. Mike turns to see the new figure. A mask akin to the one worn by the person beside him stares back at him; the highlights in her hair a sign of her identity. 

“D….daina?”

Her eye twitches. She cracks Mike beside the heat like a baseball player hitting a home run. She hits him again and again; screaming at the top of her lungs. She hits him until he stops moving. Until the flesh of his cheek is peeled away and the bones beneath break into dust. She only stops when there’s a groan from the person next to him.

“You’re alive… I was so worried..”

She kneels down; the other party flinching away even if barely conscious. They wore a hockey mask with a pink heart drawn over its left eye; something mirrored on her own. A mask worn by the mannequin in her room. She goes to lift theirs, but they weakly slap her hand away.

“It’s okay…” She coos. “I know it’s you, Y/n.”

She tears the mask from your face, shuddering from the sight of your gorgeous face, and the look of pure hatred you held. 

“There you are… We should take a picture to remember this moment. Hang on.”

Daina pulls off her own mask, running a hand through her hair. Remembering she forgot to put on more lipstick, she drips her fingers in the pool of Mike's blood and wipes it over her lips; placing a kiss on your cheek afterwards. She holds two fingers behind your head and sticks out her tongue. After taking the photo, she types away on her phone before tossing it aside.”

“All done! Now if you try to kill me, your face will be leaked online in an hour. Good luck trying to guess my password!”

Mercy Valentine… Y/n. Who would have guessed that a timid college student was behind all this suffering? Daina White. That’s who. For She knew that they were the one suffering the most. 

During the end of middle school, sweet, shy little Y/n had received a love note in their locker one day. At rope’s end and tired of life’s hardships, it became their lifeline. More and more came, their heart soaring with each word. It was at the end of the year that their childhood crush confessed that she had been the one to write them; a smile just a pinch to sweet on her face.

The two began dating; the lovesick teen unaware of what their love said behind their back – the plans she and her friends had towards the end of the summer. A letter had been placed at their doorstep to meet by the lake on the edge of town; note switched a second before they opened the door.

They arrived just in time to see her body floating in the lake, and her bewildered friends at the scene. They all fled; leaving the broken hearted soul to try and save her on their own. All, but one. Had they been a little wiser. They would have noticed that the penmanship between their love and the author of the letters didn’t match. That someone else was watching them from the sidelines at her friend's side. That the heart drawn on their dead lover’s mask had eerie similarities to the ones the popular girl in class wrote on her notebooks.

They tried to tell authorities of what happened. That there was no way it was an accident. The caving in of her skull was proof enough. Unfortunately, everyone brushed it off and left them in the dark.

You remain silent. She cups your cheeks with a smile.

“You’re angry aren’t you, baby? You want to see the world and see on fire, don’t you? That’s exactly how I felt when that bitch tried to take you away from me. Watching her laugh next to you. Hold you in her arms. It was all a damn lie, and now I’m gonna tell you the truth.” 

She leans in, placing a bloodied kiss to your lips. “She never loved you, Y/n. It was all me, my sweet Valentine.”

Tw: female reader, slight dub-con to con, degradation, sex toys pt.1 Happy Valentine's 💞💞💞

Bitchy mean girl, who basically forces you to come to her house every weekend with the pretext that she needs tutoring - and who's more fitting to help her fix her grades than her favourite little nerd?

You actually come prepared too, pink cutesy backpack stuffed with textbooks, footnotes, highlights and colourful markers. But the moment you step inside her house and Jess sees the sheer academic arsenal you've prepared, she burst into torching, mocking laughter. She flicks at your forehead, wiping off a single tear.

"You really thought we were going to study?" She scoffs, dragging you into her lap - smirking as she watches you panic and whine to be let go. She kisses you roughly, determined to get your lips fully wet and shiny, saliva dripping down your chin once she finally pulls away. "You're more stupid than I thought." The cheerleader grins with endearment. "You're lucky you're so cute."

She takes hold of both your thighs and spreads them apart, leering at the lacy white panties peeking underneath your skirt.

"Looks like you came prepared after all." Jess taunts, playing with the flimsy, frilly pink lining - toying with the little ribon in the middle of it. "Maybe deep down you knew this would happen." She grips your jawline, forcing your head up - eyes set on her lips. "Or ma-aybe... you were actually hoping it would." Her hand slips to your neck. "Which one is it, little slut?"

"N-no, it's not like that!" You try to defend yourself, cheeks heating up by the second. "I-I, I wasn't, I didn't-" You stumble all over your words - but your body betrays you, back arching wantonly as Jess brushes a single finger across your clothed slit. Giggling with content at your desperation, she starts rubbing you over your panties, enjoying the way you squirm and shake your head as if fighting the pleasure.

"You weren't what, nerd? You weren't trying to get yourself fucked like a proper whore?" The girl all but hisses down your throat, biting at your jugular - letting her lips soothe the initial sting. "You weren't trying to be all slutty and cute, making me want you?" You can feel her fingers finally, finally make their way down the elastic band, cupping your mound before the first digit slips inside you, forcing a lewd, breathy moan out of you. "You're so wet for me, yet you keep acting like you don't want it."

Her lips stretch into a thin, self evident smirk as she reaches for something in her pocket you can't make out from beneath her. You suck in a sharp breath, eyes still glassy from her teasing - both anxious and excited to see what's next.

"I have just the right thing for a little bratty bitch like you." Jess pulls you into yet another messy, sloppy kiss, grinning at the sight of your chin stained all over by her bright red lipstick. It makes you look so... hers. "Let's see how long you can hide your true feelings once I have you coming your brains out." She says, teeth bared with a sadistic little gleam in her dark blue eyes. You hear a buzzing sound - and then your vision fills with blurry lines and stars and raw, red - hot pleasure you can feel deep in your guts.

The cheerleader nests the small vibrator snugly against your clit, setting your nerves on fire. It's all too much - her soft, delicate hands touching you all over, the dirty whispers in your ear egging you on, the waves of ecstasy flooding your body each and every second. You try to catch your breath, but every time you open your mouth, the sounds that come out are all whiner and needier than the last.

"Aww, you're already doing so good for me, baby." Jess coos, head resting against your shoulder - holding you down tightly as your body writhes and jumps as if devoid of any control. "See? It's so much better to be honest." She presses the vibrator down once again, watching your button swell and twitch in overstimulation. "Let go completely." She licks your neck, driving you even wilder. "Let me make you mine, m'kay?"

And you think, hell, you might as well.

Jerry & Hedwig drabbles: helping their partner with ruined makeup

Female!yanderes x reader

Warnings: Jerry's part is suggestive

Jerry:

Jerry's always happy ruining your makeup when giving you pleasure, getting you to a point where you can't help but cry. Seeing where her abilities can get her makes her feel like she's on pink clouds.

She sits you down on the toilet and chuckles, admiring you. Your eyes look up at her in a thankful, yet desperate, way that makes her heart skip a beat.

"You look good like that", she says, taking your head in her hands to get a better look. "Maybe I should leave you like this?"

You shake your head quickly. Her men will never let you live it down. But maybe that is exactly what she wants. She loves to claim you, loves to show you off to everyone around him so hat they will know that you are hers and hers only. That no one should try to touch you. She chuckles again and brings out your makeup bag. You can tell that she contemplates covering all of the marks she's left on your throat.

"It's a shame to cover up my work", she says thoughtfully. "I will fix your face, but I will not be covering your neck. I have some creative freedom."

She wipes away your smudged mascara and lipstick with a grumpy look on her face. You look up at her with your beautiful eyes and she can't help but become nervous.

"Stop staring at me", she says, trying to sound angry. "You're disrupting me."

"You look concentrated", you say.

"Well, I am trying my very hardest to fix your face."

"Am I ugly?"

Jerry widens her eyes. "W-What? What the fuck? No! Why-? That's not what I meant."

She helps you with your mascara and accidentally pokes your eye. You yelp and pull back.

"Sorry", she says and pulls you back by your shoulder. "Get back here."

She continues with your makeup, getting better and better with each stroke. She seems to like it and you wonder if she finds it theraputic to fix your makeup.

"I used to do this to my little sister, you know", she says and tries to smile half heartedly. "She liked when i did her makeup."

"You don't wear makeup", you point out. "Why don't you wear it if you like to do it?"

"I like to do makeup, not wear it. Every now and then I find myself liking it on my face, but I don't really like the feeling of it."

She suddenly takes a step back and cocks her head to the side.

"Well, I guess that works", she says nonchalantly. "You have never looked better."

Hedwig:

You've been at her summer house on the country side, right by a stream of water. It's the most private house she has, where her family retreats when they want to be hidden away.

You've been swimming in the stream and sunbathing on the dock for the past hour and now you have to go up to the villa and make yourself ready for dinner. You and Hedwig's family are going out to a resturant.

Hedwig insists on you matching and you wearing her clothes. Hedwig had told you not to pack much clothes because she wants to dress you in hers at all times possible. Seeing you in her clothes makes her feel important to you.

Hedwig loves to brush your hair. Doing it for you is her love language. She loves to run her fingers through your hair.

"Oh, my makeup", you say and chuckle as you see yourself in the mirror in the bathroom. "I look like I've been crying my heart out."

"It's okay, I can redo it if you want", Hedwig smiles. "Can I? Please?"

She sits you down on the chair in her bedroom in front of the mirror and starts to wipe off your ruined makeup.

"You're so pretty, sweetheart", she says softly, all in love. "You don't need makeup, but if you want me to do it anyways, I'm happy to do so. It's intimate, I like to be this close to you."

Every action is sweet and tender as if your skin is the most precious thing in the world. Hedwig is careful with the mascara, she's careful with highlighter, with lipstick and with blush.

"Does it feel okay?" she asks with a small smil, caressing your cheek, taking a better look on the beautiful work she has created. "It doesn't feel weird?"

You shake your head. Hedwig's smile widens in relief.

"Do you like the clothes I've given you?" she asks.

You nod. The clothes are soft and thin, flownig around you like a midsummer dream.

"Look in the mirror", she says. "I think I'm done."

You do. She has saved your tear-looking eyes and made you look normal. You thank her and she blushes. Hedwig stands behind you and brushes your hair carefully.

"I love you so much", she says. "I would sacrifice my entire heritage for you."