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Yandere Orignal Character

sooo the poll ended and a lot of you wanted some yandere oc content so here is it!

Warnings: There isn't a lot of explicit Yandere content since this is an introduction post, obsessive mentions, stereotypical Yandere shit, I don't know how to write him as a Yandere lowkey, no scent kink mention, mention of kidnapping,

as per usual lmk if I miss any warnings and gammerly can only do so much to save me.

as well as send in some requests about Bu if you want to learn more about him :)

word count?!: 602

You always noticed him, I mean how can you not? His staggering height and muscular body frame were enough to draw anyone near to him, it was enough to make himself the center of attention. Especially with the curly messy green hair that was always in a giant bun. If it wasn’t his appearance that captivated the general public of your college, then it was his dynamic personality. He always made people feel at home, that someone he just met can feel like a lifelong buddy. It was so… off-putting, but no one seemed to mind. Not the students, or staff, not the professors, who are enamored by the handsome boy with vitiligo. Top of the class and always doing just enough where he can excel. 

Like everyone, you fell for the striking boy- felt it a strong word. More so you appreciate the eye candy whenever you cross paths with him, it’s sad really, you don’t even know his name

But, lucky he knows yours. He knows everything about you. 

Bu is enamored by you. Obsessed? Is just a simple word to describe the feeling, the way his body heats up as his heart beats just a little bit faster as Bu catches you staring at him in the library you both study at. The way he appears to be the sunny calm man as he presents himself, his always seemling closed eyes pinched into a never-ending smile. But inside his head, in his heart is a completely other story

But is a very relaxed person, he can come off as cocky, overconfident and jealous people would even say egotistical. Can you blame him? He never failed at anything in his life, never got less than 98% on a test or assignment, never was picked last for dodgeball, and was never able to get something he wanted. Everything was within his reach, Bu made sure of that. 

He is going to make sure that you are never out of reach, never unachievable. Because he wants- no, oh god no, he needs you and he will make sure he gets you. 

Don’t mistake him though, he isn't going to kidnap you and store you away in a cozy cage locked in a temperature control room with all the commodities you can ever imagine. He isn't completely senile, but he is going to make tabs on who you hang out with, who is a potential love interest, who made you upset, etc. Bu is going to insert himself into your life in the most extroverted way, and use his popularity and then the underlying crush you have on him to his complete and ultimate advantage. 

How can you know not to feel flustered and anxious when the moss hair boy you have been eyeing for months now, comes up and asks you about the upcoming math 111 test? You both well know that Bu can easily pass the test, but it's a good opportunity to see if you need any help, and oh boy are you not going to pass up this opportunity to spend one on one with the campus candy. Bu couldn't be more thrilled when you agree to meet up with him for coffee the next day to review,

And you couldn’t be more happy, that you not only managed to land a hangout with the monstrous sunny boy, but also his phone number and name. 

“I can’t wait, I will see you tomorrow Bu!” you gave Bu a bashful smile, before turning and walking towards the door, Bu waved you goodbye, as his smile reached his seemingly closed eyes. 

Garden of Eden // ➢ introduction & masterpost

BEAUTY, BRAINS, AND BRAUN // MEET THE CREATOR !

i am magnus, i am 21, and i'm the one behind everything you see on this blog. i don't have the most solid schedule so i apologize in advance. all my works here will consist of yandere reader inserts of my ocs and that only. as of now, i will not post nsfw but i'd like if if minors don't interact with my content.

ACT OF ADAM // RULES

i will not write anything involving pregnancy, scat, piss, and the defaults (eg underage, beastiality, etc). cannibalism's on very thin ice, but it's on the table. (somewhat). all my ocs are 20 and above. the reader's gender will be gender-neutral by default unless stated otherwise and will both possess masculine and feminine qualities. unfortunately, i will not write for female readers, but i'll try to for fem-aligning. aside from those, request to your heart's content.

RECORDS // MASTERLIST

➮ MISTY HOLLOW

WELCOME TO MISTY HOLLOW !

❞ the never-ending bustle of the city, the exhaust plaguing the air, blinding lights of billboards, the constant beeping of vehicles.... it dizzied you, head spinning with nausea at even the mention of it. any longer in the damned place and your brain would turn to mush. you needed a change of pace. a change of scenery, if you will. anywhere with sites aplenty and people you could tolerate. and so, you searched. day and night, dusk to dawn-- until you came across a rural town far from any outside influence. this was your ticket to a humble life you could only dream of with your thoughts and yourself alone. the people you'd be associating yourself with was originally a worry of yours, but when met with warm smiles instead of cold sneers, you let out a sigh of relief. a bit concerning, it may be, but it's something of a cultural difference, surely?❝

━ SAY HELLO TO YOUR DARLING NEIGHBORS !

i. [ REDACTED ] ➢ the town's hermit notorious for his bitter and cold reputation who you find difficulty to believe to be so negative with how terribly timid and almost puppy-like his demeanor is around you TO BE ADDED . . . ii. [ REDACTED ] ➢ with such a bold and snarky personality, it's hard to tell whether he's out for your head or for something much more or less sinister. despite his aloof and withdrawn attitude towards the rest of the community, you often find yourself enjoying his company much more than you'd like to admit.

TO BE ADDED . . .

iii. [ REDACTED ] ➢ the strange, yet well-mannered gentleman well-read on all things mortuary and morbid who, for some reason, always seems to be one step ahead of you.

TO BE ADDED . . . iv. [ REDACTED ] ➢ blunt, washed-up, and just overall a douche, he never seems to let you catch a break from his overwhelmingly pessimistic ramblings and suggestive comments. even when trying to avoid him, the amount of times you bump into him even in the most unlikely places is a bit too uncanny to be a coincidence.

TO BE ADDED . . .

10. w/ nerd, I want to abuse my power 😈

yandere! nerd x god complex! reader ♡

“you can’t leave, i need you. i’ll do anything for you!” && drabble event entry #01

the man sinks to his knees, wraps his arms around your legs and presses his tear stained face against your thighs.

“let me go, hm?” you run a hand through the soft waves of his messy hair, to which a low whine slips past his chapped lips. “i’m only going to the library, promise i’ll be back.” you say.

“no, no. you’re not g-going anywhere,” the man at your feet is unrelenting. he shakes his head, and the tufts of his hair tickle your skin. “i love you, love, love so much i— please stay. please, promise i love you.”

it’s irritating, honestly, but amusing. the way this man worships you fervently, the way he treats you like a darling deity only feeding into the delusions of grandeur you already harbour, but you’d be a liar to admit you didn’t like the sight of him on his knees, pleading so beautifully.

nevertheless, you muse, who is he to tell you no? you tug on the strands of tousled hair, pulling his face away from your body and closer to you, kneeling down to inspect it — through his sobs, he lets out a breathy moan: and God, it’s pathetic “you poor thing.” you frown, “want me this badly, hm?”

his cheeks are flushed pink, wide eyes welling up with tears, as he gazes up at you with doe eyes, excitement evident from the hard on that desperately strains against the fabric of his pants, and the way he whimpers in your hands, falling apart with the softest touch.

“i-i beg you, please, please, please don’t leave me.” he says, begging so pretty, “i can’t live without you. i need you, need you s’bad, always thinking of you, you, you. i love you a-and i’d do anything for you to stay—”

“oh? you’ll do anything?” you repeat softly, arching a brow at the mess of a man who lies at your feet, letting go of his hair, cupping his flushed, tear stained cheeks instead as he looks up at you with hearts in his wide eyes.

“anything!!” he exclaims eagerly. “u-use me! use me and throw me away and destroy me — but d-don’t leave. i’d die for you, die for you a thousand times, and it wouldn’t be enough because i love you and i love you and i love you!!”

the words tumble breathlessly from his lips like a desperate prayer, and who are you, to deny such a devoted disciple?

MISTY HOLLOW | OC INTRDUCTION [♧]

➣ yan! oc x gn! reader cw; intended lowercase, suggestive language, stalking, unironic discord mod behavior, delusion, yandere content

━ the town's infamously ill-mannered recluse whose unusually bashful towards you never fails to make you tilt your head with his strange mannerisms. it'd almost feel criminal to hold a grudge against him with how he can't even seem to get a word out, but it's hard to dismiss what the town warned you prior to meeting him. perhaps you'd just been losing sleep, but he always seems to know of even the smallest matters you don't recall telling him about. it makes it much more curious considering how seldom you actually see him.

"o-oh my-- [name]!... uh, ah, i-i... i m-meant t-to say a pleasant morning to you t-too."

name ; ➣ [ REDACTED ] 1 age ; ➣ 23 yrs phys. description ; ➣ greasy shoulder-length black hair, dark tan skin, somewhat lanky stature (5'7), has light acne on his forehead. cannot grow hair on his chest for the life of him

personality ; ➣ not only is he rude and snarky to most, resulting in leaving a terrible impression to many, but he's not any better when it comes to you. on the surface, he'd be like a highschool girl with a puppy crush, with how much he stares at you so evidently struck with cupid's arrow. if you look a little deeper, though, the true nature of 1's downright degenerate and obsessive feelings towards you could only be compared to unleashing eldritch horrors upon yourself. 'methods of courting' ; ➣ stalking thorough observation of your character ➣ as soon as 1 stops being in denial of what he genuinely thinks about you, his drawer is brimming with polaroids of you almost immediately. he's far from athletic, but his long legs help him trail behind you—not too far from his peripheral where he'd only be able to make out your silhouette, and not too close where you'd notice the click of his camera.

trivia ; ➣ 1's guilty pleasure is cliché highschool romances (the breakfast club, grease, karate kid, etc. name one and there's a fat chance he'd already watched it). he wasn't treated the best back in his teenage years and often fantasizes about how he could've made things better for himself

"gah,, you’re such a tease!.. leaving your curtains open and giving me front row tickets to watching you sleep with your shirt riding up your stomach.. getting me all worked up like that just to deadbolt everything shut.... you're so cruel, you know?"

Guilt and Jealousy ღ

eee.. Sorry, this is messy.. I randomly wanted to write another fic. ^^;;;;;; Not really proofread..

Basically: Ace suddenly discovers that you're dating someone else without telling him, and he can't stand the idea of that. Can't think straight.

CWs: Noncon, possessive/toxic behaviors, mentions of blood and biting

MDNI. 18+

Reader is GN!

Jealousy is a poison that can destroy anyone infected by it. The heat of a moment can makes a person’s mind melt or burn to ashes. A love too intense can make almost any person betray their morals.

Ace never wanted to hurt you.

Ace never wanted to make you cry.

But you were a flame, and he was an explosive. You lingered too close to the fuse that’s tied to him, and now you have to bear witness to the side of him he never wanted you to see.

Ace couldn’t understand how things ended up this way. Mere hours ago, you were jumping in the crowd, smiling for him, cheering him on and smiling so warmly. Mere hours ago, you were drinking and laughing and proudly wearing merchandise with his band’s logo printed on the front. But now…

Now…

“Please, let me go! I– I’m sorry!”

“Please, d-don’t hurt me! Ace, please!”

Your brand-new shirt was cast aside and ripped to shreds.

Your bright smile was replaced by a look of sheer terror paired with an onslaught of tears. What had you done to drag Ace down to this level…?

You kissed another man in front of him.

Remembering the way you kissed that other man made Ace’s mind spiral into a dark, frenzied mess. You and that other person– you and that purple-eyed freak in the crowd… Since when were the two of you dating? 

Why didn’t Ace know beforehand? 

How could you betray him like this…? Ace thought that you loved him. You always told him that you loved him.

How could you?

How could you hurt him like this?

You must’ve kept your relationship a secret from Ace. You must’ve kept it extremely well-hidden. But… Why?

Why?

“I- I’m sorry…!”

Ace could apologize all he wants, but he couldn’t make his body stop. His shaking hands were desperately tearing away at what little clothing you still had on. His watering eyes refused to stray away from yours. 

God, he felt guilty, but he was completely devoid of self-control.

The only way to get him to stop was for you to make him.

…But you couldn’t.

Ace apologized once more as his jaw opened wide, revealing his dangerous fangs. The sharp ends were pointed directly at your skin, ready to sink themselves into your flesh at any second. All you could do was brace for impact.

And right before he bit down, he softly mumbled the words, “I love you.”

By sinking his fangs deep into your shoulder, escape was no longer an option.

Everything was happening fast- way too fast. Ace refused to remove his teeth as he began to undo his pants, removing the pins from the heavy fabric as he also pushed down his boxers. His cock was already hard; precum leaking from the tip.

Images of you and that other man kept racing through Ace’s mind. You looked so happy… You looked so in love…

It should’ve been him.

Ace wishes it was him.

If you had just loved Ace from the start, none of this would’ve happened.

With his fangs still buried deep inside of your shoulder, Ace pried open your legs, trying his best to ignore the way you scream and beg for him to stop.

Ace needs this. 

He needs you more than anything.

His mind races: if he claims you here and now, there’s no chance of you leaving him for someone else. If he fucks you senseless and possesses you fully, you’ll never wish to leave his side. You’ll be his forever.

Does it make sense? No, not in the slightest. Is Ace aware that all he’s doing is traumatizing you and permanently ruining his relationship with you? Absolutely. But the irrational, animalistic side of his mind is taking control, and he can’t stop himself from giving in to his disgusting, depraved desires. 

He can’t let anyone else have you.

Ace positions his cock at your entrance, rubbing his tip against it lightly. His breathing is incredibly heavy; he’s partially afraid that he’ll cum within the first few pumps.

“N-no, please, don’t… Ace, you’re better than this! Don’t do this!”

Your words pierce him directly in his aching heart, and for a second, he considers listening to your pleas.

But it’s too late now. He’s gone too far.

With guilt written all over his face, he looks up at you with tears in his blue eyes. He can’t stand to hear your begging anymore– so he lifts his left hand and presses it firmly against your mouth. Silencing you.

And with nothing more left to lose, he thrusts himself deep inside of you, your walls instantly tightening around his length. Ace sweetly moans as his fangs sink deeper into you.

Ace tries to fuck you slowly at first, wanting things to be more ‘sensual’, but he quickly loses self-control in that aspect as well. His hips begin to move fast and erratically, sweat trickling down his pale skin as he pushes himself as deep inside of you as possible.

Inside of his messy mind, there's a part of him that feels warm and happy- excited at how he has finally become 'one' with you.

He moans and whimpers embarrassingly loud- his right hand grips one of your thighs and pries your legs open wider. He enjoys this for a while, but the position quickly becomes old- Ace is desperate to fuck you in so many ways.

Without a warning, he suddenly retracts his fangs from your shoulder, pain surging throughout your entire body as he laps up the blood that drips from your wound.

It tastes… Strange in his mouth. Your blood doesn’t taste like anything else he’s tried before. But your blood isn’t what he’s after– no, what he wants is your soft lips.

Ace removes his left hand from your face, but before you can utter even a single word, he forces his lips onto yours. You taste your own blood against your will as he shoves his tongue deep inside your mouth.

It’s strange- Ace seems so giddy as he explores your mouth. Every inch, every crevice- he goes over it with his tongue. His strong hands move down to your legs as he moves them as far up as he possibly can, firmly sandwiching you between himself and the surface beneath you. He fucks you even faster, thrusts his cock even deeper, and whimpers your name relentlessly.

It feels... Wrong being used by Ace like this. You can't help but feel dirty.

Yes- you cared for him deeply- but you're in love with someone else now.

Hell, you never thought it was even possible for Ace to be in love with you… He always seemed so busy with his band, seemed so busy living out his dreams…

You had a crush on him a long time ago, you used to always say that you love him, but all of those feelings had been cast aside.

And now, here you are… Being fucked by him against your will.

It made you want to scream. It made you want to cry. The feelings inside of your heart are conflicting– and this stinging pain is like nothing else you’ve experienced before.

Bitter tears keep streaming down your cheeks, but Ace doesn’t seem to notice them.

Deep down, there’s a small part of him that believes you secretly want this. A small part of him that believes you wanted him to chase you and forcefully claim you like this.

...Perhaps it’s his mind trying to cope with the fact that what he’s doing is morally reprehensible.

Ace loathes the idea of being a bad person.

He thrusts his cock deeper into you as he chases his high. He’s close- so close- and his body is begging for a release. Ace makes sure to grind against your most sensitive spots; he’s determined to make you cum as well.

His cock twitches as your walls tighten around him, involuntarily drawing him closer to his peak. Ace wrap his arms around your body as he pulls you into a warm embrace, hugging you gently as fucks you needily.

His breath hitches. He gasps loudly.

“C-cum… Cumming… I’m- I’m so- I’m sorry!”

It’s far too late to go back now. When he has you trapped in the cage of his arms like this, the only thing he can do is cum deep inside of you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while he pushes you down onto his cock. It feels so good- it's heaven on earth.

His orgasm hits like a white-hot explosion.

And as he relishes in his high, he lowers his hand and rubs your most sensitive areas, forcing you to climax as well.

Ace’s breathing is heavy. His head lowers in both shame and remorse.

But when he looks down, he can’t help but admire the way his cum is spilling out of you. He regrets everything that has happened on this night- he regrets ever hurting you in any way, shape or form. He'll have to beg for forgiveness. But at the same time…

He can’t help but feel like he didn’t have a choice.

Now you’re his. You belong to him.

And that makes him happy.

If that other man dares to come near you again, Ace might do another thing that he’ll sincerely regret.

Plaything ღ

Inspired by the c.ai bot that Riss anon made. (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Reader bullying Kairos while he tries to hide in the bathroom stalls during lunch.

CWs/tags: dubcon, bullying, reader is a top, semi-public/public(?), mentions of Kairos' virginity, coercion

NSFW. MDNI.

Reader is GN! ( ´ ꒳ ` )

The bathroom was supposed to be his only escape.

It was the only place where Kairos could be left alone; hidden away from prying, judgmental eyes.

The one place where he could find peace.

But you breached it. You followed him in, cornered him in one of the stalls… And now he’s crying, begging for you to leave him alone. You relentlessly keep demanding money from him.

“I-I s-said, I only h-have 5 dollars left!"

His voice comes out louder than he anticipated; one of the rare times he manages to stand up for himself. But his voice quickly grows quieter, softer, just like usual. You’re slightly taken aback by his audacity… But also, it’s exciting.

Poor little Kairos really thinks he can hide from you…? Sweet little Kairos thinks he can deny you what you want? Honestly, he’s just too adorable.

“You only have five dollars left, huh?” You furrow a brow and cross your arms, thinking of ways to torment him further. The first step is to find a way to lure him out… But how could you do that? There’s no way he’s going to open the door without a little bit of coaxing. 

“If you come out of that stall, we can make a deal.”

Your offer is met with silence.

“I promise I’ll be nice… Just open the door, okay?”

Again: silence. You quickly tire of trying.

“Are you ignoring me, or are you deaf?”

You ball up your hand and brazenly bang on the door; Kairos can’t help but gasp and squeal. “P-please, just… Leave… Leave me alone…!”

Now you’ve fully given up on trying to lure him out. He can’t be reasoned with.

The only thing left is to force your way in.

“I’m going to give you to the count of three before I break down the door.” A conniving smirk forms on your face as you hear Kairos sniffle and cry louder. He begs you more to leave him alone, but you have no intentions of backing down.

“One.”

Kairos shifts around in the stall but doesn’t budge.

“Two.”

His cries are becoming weaker as he desperately tries to reason with you.

However, his words fall on deaf ears.

“Thre-”

Before you can finish, Kairos undoes the lock, timidly pushing the door open as he hangs his head low. There are tears streaming down his pink cheeks as he hiccups softly. You laugh, “good boy.” 

And your words make his eyes widen.

“W-wait, wha-”

As Kairos attempts to speak, you quickly force your way into the stall and lock the door behind you, effectively trapping him in. He stumbles backward and lands on the closed toilet seat, his lunch falling onto the ground. His purple eyes stare up at you in horror.

Your hands grip each of his legs as you pry them open, placing one knee firmly against his crotch. The sudden sensation sends a shiver down his spine.

“You said you don’t have enough money for me, right?” You leer down at him as you slowly begin to rub your knee against his bulge, snickering at the way he shakes and writhes. He’s becoming hard. 

He answers you with a small nod.

“Then how about you just pay me with your body, hm?”

Kairos’ jaw drops.

“W-what do you mean…?” He opens his mouth to speak again, but he’s swiftly silenced as you shove your tongue inside of it. Kairos struggles against your grip; he raises his hands and pushes against your chest, but he’s so weak that you barely budge. A high-pitched moan escapes his lips as your knee grinds harder against him.

He's speechless now.

Kairos whimpers pathetically as his cock twitches within his pants, precum already leaking from the tip, a tiny wet splotch slowly forming on the fabric. The way your tongue violates his mouth sends his mind into a tizzy; he can’t tell if he loves or hates this.

Without realizing it, his hips start to jerk and move against you, his dick yearning to be touched even more. But you won’t give him the luxury of freeing his cock- it’s going to stay right there, trapped in the confinements of his tight black jeans.

A lack of oxygen forces you to end the kissing; a string of saliva connects your mouths. Both of you are panting and sweating as you move to nibble on his left ear.

“You’re going to be my toy from now on, you hear?” With one hand, you reach up and grip his cheeks, forcing Kairos to look directly at you. He squeaks and nervously shifts his body... Your gaze is far too intense for him.

“You can’t afford to pay me? That’s fine. Every day that you don’t have the money, you’ll just have to forfeit your body to me instead.” He gasps as you slowly drag your knee over his throbbing cock.

“Deal?”

It wouldn’t even matter if Kairos wanted to say no. You refused to give him a choice.

All he could do was gasp, shake, and moan as you harshly made him nod. To be perfectly honest, Kairos has never experienced something as thrilling as this before.

Nobody has ever made him cum, either.

He’s a total virgin.

Excitedly, involuntarily, Kairos spreads his legs out further for you, giving you a better view of him. He makes it so much easier for you to abuse his fragile body.

He’s scared, he’s terrified, but above all: he’s horny and excited. All sense of rationality gets thrown out the window as he becomes desperate to cum.

“P-please, please… Please…” Kairos can’t form a sentence as his hands grip your shoulders. The tears in his eyes are laced with both intense shame and pleasure.

To get off on being used like this… To get off on being bullied…

He almost wonders if this is his new purpose: to be your toy. Maybe all of his other bullies will back off if he submits to you… Maybe life will become easier if he just lets you use him however you please. As long as it’s you, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

You grin from ear-to-ear as Kairos submits to your touch. He’s so desperate to come undone- it’s adorably obvious. He loses control over his hips as a wave of pleasure begins to build up within him. He’s close- so close- he needs this more than anything.

Kairos digs his nails deep into your skin as he throws his head back, eyes closing tightly as he moans unashamedly loud. It’s as if he forgets that the two of you are still in a public restroom.

The front of his pants slowly become soaking wet as he cums and twitches beneath your touch, your knee gently rubbing circles over his bulge while he enjoys his high. With one hand, you stroke his cheek, and the other one pets his fluffy hair.

“Good boy,” you whisper in his ear. 

“Now… If you don’t have my money tomorrow… Just know that I won’t be as nice as I was today. Do you understand?”

Kairos weakly nods as you tenderly kiss his cheek. Shamefully, he looks down and notices the mess he’s made in his jeans- and it causes him to grimace. He feels like he already knows the answer, but he figures that he needs to ask anyway.

“Can… C-can I clean myself up…?”

You look down at his cum-stained pants. You smile.

“No.” ღ

❤ Yandere Lawyer ❤

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female reader

WARNINGS: Obsession; Misogyny; slight Power Abuse.

This idea credit goes to @d-lioncourt cause she's the one that motivated me for this idea. Hope you like this :)

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◾ Yandere! Lawyer who works in the top law firm of the country. He’s cold, determinate and calculative. Always thinking 10 steps ahead of everyone, carefully considering all possibilities and creating extensive back-up plans. 

His job relies on his capacities and he always aims for the top. If he’s not recognized as the best lawyer available, then he doesn’t even know what he’s been doing so far. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who doesn't care about how things are done as long as he wins the case in the end. Who said lawyers are saints?

He may be an advocate of the law but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t bend it to his will, finding sneaky gaps to reach his goal: win. 

Isn’t that what makes him such a requested lawyer? Isn’t that what causes every big corporate company to try to sign him up, to offer several millions for him to represent them in court? Because everyone knows that he wins.

No matter what happens during the trials or how badly the opposite side tries, he wins. It’s an irrefutable truth and anyone that tries to contradict it is a complete and utter fool. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who is upset enough when he’s informed that he’s gonna have to take a Pro Bono case for a random civilian. It’s frustrating to spend his precious time and expensive resources on a worthless someone.

It’s stupid and he'd immediately refuse it if it wasn’t for the strict order he receives from the higher ups.  

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who rattles you up, insisting on long sessions so he can know your side of the story.

His questions feel like accusations and you hate spending long hours answering him. Makes you feel like you’ve actually committed a crime of sorts when the reality is none of that. 

He knows you’re bothered by the way he pays attention to each of your words, taking mental notes of every minuscule detail so he can bring it up later.

He’s highly aware of how unnerving he can get and it’s fun to see you get so quiet and shy over it. 

He loves it when people get intimidated by him and it’s particularly pleasant when a pretty thing like yourself gets too timid to spare him a few words. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who drags the case much longer than it needs to. He could definitely end it in a blink of eyes, it would be so easy for him. A piece of cake. 

But he doesn’t. 

It’s exciting to see you on court, a helpless expression covering your whole face and your eyes at the verge of tears as your future lays on his hands.  

So pathetically weak. You can’t even defend yourself, you need him to do that for you. To defend your honor, to protect you. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who makes sure you know that despite it being a Pro Bono case, you owe him. He wants you to know that he’s winning this case for you, wasting his valuable time just to save your pathetic ass from those embezzlement charges. 

That he’s the one saving you from going to prison - despite the very evident fact that you have such a weak personality that it’s practically impossible that you’d steal money from your boss. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who takes every chance to hurt your feelings with snide remarks.

You look prettier when you cry, something so enticing about those shiny diamond-like tears that glow in your eyes and the miserable way you furiously blink to keep them at bay - to which you fail. 

You’re crying because of him. That’s enough to make him buzz with a twisted sense of possession and control. He holds that much power over you. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer whose mind wanders over the tempting fantasies of returning home to you. You’d do a submissive girlfriend, he’s so sure of that. If he gave you a nasty slap and a few harsh words, you’d bend to his will so fast - like a obedient girlfriend should. 

It would be so easy to control your life.

Order you to move in with him. Command you to become his stay-at-home girlfriend. Push you to cut off friends and family until only he remains. 

Those misogynistic ideas keep him thinking about you longer than he should. 

◾ Yandere! Lawyer who isn’t afraid to act upon his wishes and so he does. After a triumphing win on court, he leaves.

Storms off without even looking at you and you don’t even have the chance to thank him, but you forget about that quickly. 

You have more pressing issues to focus on, such as rebuilding your life all again. Celebrate your win. Find a new job. Move on with your life the best as you can. 

Your peace lasts exactly one week. And then everything comes down in rubbles.

Because then he comes to retrieve his payment. 

Yandere Stalker x you

Rated 18 + -- mature short content !

Content Warning: This story contains themes of obsession, stalking, manipulation, and violent fantasies. It delves into the unhealthy and dangerous mindset of a stalker obsessed with you. Reader discretion is advised.

WORD COUNT: 3.6K

INCLUDES: Stalking, blood kink, obsessive behavior, cunnilingus, fingering, fem reader, choking, mentions of cheating, p in v sex in public, murder, death, he's not a good person, dom yandere?, degradation?, he can be a bit of a gaslighter, gore, and more.

*This is the third fic to this little mini series. Check out the first part, and the second part for a better understanding! He is referred to as "your stalker." The italicized portion is his inner thoughts! This fic is inspired by the show You, and this is purely fictional writing!*

SYNOPSIS: Your stalker's obsession intensifies as he becomes involved with another woman named Daniella Foster, who he views as inferior to you. Despite his disdain for your best friend, he engages in a flirtatious and sexual relationship with her, all the while fantasizing about you.

What's more dangerous than a sick, psychotic, and perverted man?

I ran out of your blood today.

Just four hours ago, I was completely fine. The vial of your period blood was nearly empty, but I was able to stick my finger inside to collect the last of your crimson essence. I sucked a particularly big blood clot off my finger, and I was able to start my day with a huge smile.

Four hours ago, I could claim that I was a normal and functioning man, someone you wouldn’t blink an eye at, and that was all thanks to you.

Four hours ago, I was able to brush my teeth, take a shower, and clean myself up for the day. I had an extra pep in my step, and I felt like I could take on the world with a positive outlook.

Don’t you see how much life you give me? Your blood alone has made me feel like I was on top of the world, like I could float up into space with just your plasma to help me survive.

But now, it was gone.

Your stalker stared blankly at the window as his body was jostled side to side, his hands tightly gripping the handle of his tote bag that rested on his lap. He tried to ignore the obnoxiously sick person near him, who didn’t even bother to cover their coughs. He closed his eyes to avoid staring into the eyes of another person across from him. He was sandwiched between two burly people: one shouted loudly into their phone, clearly having zero spatial awareness, while the other snoozed. The woman's head drooped as she nodded off, and her greasy hair brushed against his cheek.

She had a distinct smell of sweat and wet socks. Your stalker apologized to the man next to him as he slightly leaned his body away from the woman. He was stuck in this position unless someone took pity on him and spoke up.

His car was in the shop. The tire had unexpectedly given out, causing him to swerve into oncoming traffic. The car was old anyway, a gift from his parents when he first got his license in high school. That must have been, what, ten years ago? He didn’t like to think about his age; nothing good ever came from it anyway.

Your stalker rummaged through his bag, his hand searching for the familiar plastic tube he used to steal your period blood. His fingers brushed against a particularly sharp blade he kept for “safety” reasons before they wrapped around the vial. He had really tried to savor it. He would carefully open his mouth and tilt the vial just enough for a single drop of blood to settle onto his tongue. Sometimes he would pour a bit into his coffee, or he would put it into his food. Either way, it made him feel closer to you. It was a comforting notion to think about, that he was the only man and human who had access to you in such an intimate way.

Your stalker sighed as he put the empty tube back into his breast pocket for safe keeping.

He didn’t like taking public transportation. New York was known for having odd things happening on the trains, buses, and subways. He was pretty sure that last week someone had set a rat on fire, a poor woman got robbed in broad daylight, and a group of teens were filming their dumb YouTube prank videos on the elderly.

Your stalker felt a flare of irritation as the woman leaned on his shoulder again. He gently nudged her off and ignored the way she woke up all startled. He glanced down at his phone, counting the number of stops, and saw he had twelve more before he could get off.

He was going to Manhattan for a job. An absolute douchebag had hired him, and his name was Myron Vykolv. He was the type to spend his money on trips and a bedazzled car rather than giving back to charity. Vykolv was an artist's worst nightmare: fickle, a headache to deal with; but surprisingly, he had good taste in art. He had to; he hired your stalker, after all.

He pulled out his phone to scroll on social media, his eyes scanning the copious amount of braindead content, and he paused when he saw a familiar face. He pressed the buttons on the side of his phone, his screen flashing, and the screenshot he took was saved in his photo album. Your stalker zoomed in, and his eyes widened as he saw the perfectly harmonious facial features. The baby tee top had a cute graphic splayed on the chest area, hair slicked and pulled back into a bun, and gold hoops dangling from those nicely formed ears.

It was you.

He glanced down at the caption: "a coffee date with my favorite bff." Posted exactly five minutes ago. It wasn't your account, but it was the closest thing he had to you. Your stalker decided to follow your coffee-manic and bikini-loving friend, and every post and picture she had, you were in it too.

She made it almost easy to stalk. Jesus, what if a deranged man had decided to show up to her place in the Beverly Hills area on the street of— seriously? Did she really just post her full address online?

Daniella Foster. The epitome of a fun and ditzy socialite who spent way too much time at parties and clubs. A trust fund baby if there ever was one, with her daddy being a big shot in the entertainment industry. Despite all that privilege, she never quite made it big herself.

Your stalker snorted as he saw the array of failed projects she had been in. Modeling? Wasn't in the cards for her. Acting? Horrible. A piece of cardboard would've had more personality than her. Originally from Tampa, Florida, then she moved to California, where she had her comically large house, and then… she decided to bless us by coming to New York. Lucky us, right y/n?

Your stalker looked up from his phone and realized the train had come to his stop. He got up from his seat and quickly made his way out. He felt his phone vibrate in his hand and looked down: Daniella requested to follow you. That was fast.

He clicked accept.

She's a shameless flirt, your stalker soon found out, and he’s not the least bit surprised. Daniella slid into his DMs with a picture of her provocatively sucking a lollipop, and her first words to him were: “What do you look like?”

Gee, take a gander, Daniella. My profile picture is a high-definition shot of my handsome and sexy fucking face. But sure, ask me about my looks as if you were actually interested. Your stalker rolled his eyes. He didn’t even want to respond to that message, but he had no other way of seeing you again. You would probably run at the sight of him, and that would be the most sane and correct thing you could do.

So, what does a man say when he’s mediocre, average, and you’re clearly out of his league? “I look like the man of your dreams, sweetheart.”

Your stalker had spent hours sexting and courting this woman who had flooded his inbox. Even when he was painting for a client, he managed to multitask and send a dick pic. He sent her whatever she wanted to keep her hooked, and just by her messages alone, this must have been the only time a man actually matched her level of craziness and horniness.

Days turned into weeks and then soon into months. The moment he woke up, he would see that she had sent him hundreds of messages in one night—she must've been drunk again.

He spent hours reading each message, and he hearted the ones that he felt were the most important. It was actually coming to an end, thank God, but to his surprise, she asked him out on a date.

"So, what do you do? Who are you?" The girl in front of him asked.

He shouldn't have said yes because now he was sitting in a restaurant that he could barely afford or get a reservation to, and he had to be with this woman who wasn't you. She was dressed beautifully - he'd give her that. He liked the dark colors of her red dress, the way he could drink in the curves of her hips and chest, and how it gave him a clear view of her body.

Now, he wondered what you would have worn if you were on a date with him. Would you have put in this much effort and shown this much skin? Would you have laughed at all of his jokes to boost his damn ego, or knocked him down a peg? Would you have ordered something light so you could have sex afterward, or would you have eaten something hearty and called it a day?

He pretended to think for a while, all before he gently touched her hand, and his fingers caressed her soft skin. "Who am I?" He teased, his voice slightly deepened as he gave her a playful once-over. "I'm hurt. After all these months, you still don't know who I am?"

"Why don't you refresh my memory?" She tilted her head.

Your stalker sighed and he looked around briefly. This place was intimate, for high rollers only, and he could just imagine how much of his money was going to go down the drain. The tiny candle on the table, the white clean cloth, and the vase with a single rose was still too romantic for his taste. His thumb traced circles on her hand, and the other grabbed for his steak knife.

“I'm an up-and-coming artist,” He replied with a bit of a shrug.

“An up-and-coming artist, huh?” She echoed, her fingers now interlocked with his. “Do you come often?”

Lord, please have some mercy and shoot me. Do I come often? Wouldn’t you like to know, you slut. Is this the type of person you really want to spend your time with, y/n? Daniella is not you, and she could never be you. She parades herself around for anyone and everyone to ogle at—she is the epitome of what’s wrong with the dating scene. No wonder she doesn’t have a boyfriend. No wonder she’s desperate enough to entertain me—of all people.

I know the type of people you like, Daniella, and it’s not me.

“You know what you’re doing when you ask me that.” he brought her hand up to his lips and he kissed it. “I can tell you can make a man come often.“

Daniella giggled and her chest puffed out. She leaned closer to him, and he can practically drown in her scent of vanilla and cake. “I have an art piece that I think you'll appreciate. It's back at my place… wanna see it?”

Fuhhhhhck no. Your stalker slipped the knife into his pocket.

Your stalker smirked and he leaned in closer as well. He could see the makeup on her face, the gloss on her lips, and he could see a glimpse of her ample breasts. “I don’t know… is it one of a kind?”

Underneath the table, her leg started to caress his, and her foot slowly found its way to his crotch. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, and he held onto her hand tighter. As much as he hated this, he would have been lying if he had said that the attention wasn’t nice. He felt the pressure around his groin tighten as she pressed her foot onto it, and she gently rubbed it up and down while maintaining eye contact.

“It’s an original piece…something that can’t be replicated. I’m sure you’ll love it.” Daniella said coyly, and she bit down on her plush lips.

She knew when to strike when the iron was hot. A taxi was called, and she made out with him in it. Her body was pressed up against his, and she felt his hand grip on her ass. His hand then slid up her thigh, his fingers ripped her black sheer stockings and two of them found their way to her entrance. He bit down on her bottom lip and his tongue slipped into her mouth.

She's a fun girl. She knew exactly how to inflate a man's ego and pride. He heard her sweet, light moans, and her hips started to grind onto his hand. His thumb played with her clit, and they only pulled away when the cab arrived at her house. He grabbed her hand and tossed a couple of bills at the driver. He slammed the door shut, and before she could unlock the door to her house, he pressed her against his body.

"W-We're in public...!" Daniella's face was flushed and she tried to close her legs, but your stalker was quick to pull them back apart.

He narrowed his eyes and tugged down her panties. "So? Don't tell me you have morals all of a sudden." he snorted.

He wished that she would just shut up. She opened her mouth to rebuttal but he wrapped one hand around her throat to keep her still and quiet, and he shimmied off his pants just enough for his cock to be out. "I didn't come here for you to talk all the damn time. Shut it, before I put that mouth of yours to good use."

Your stalker lifted her up and made her wrap her legs around him. His dick then entered inside her, and he groaned at how wet and ready she felt. It's been awhile since he felt actual warmth, and her walls started to clench around him. His breath is ragged as he fucked her. His eyes were closed and he couldn't help but bite down onto her shoulder. Daniella cried out, and her body was tense as his teeth broke into her skin.

"God... you needed this, didn't you?" He purred as he licked up the puncture wound. Your stalker then looked down to watch his cock disappear into her. "You need someone to fuck your brains out." He sharply thrust into her again, and his hands dug into the plush of her ass to help with the momentum.

Your stalker dragged his tongue across her bleeding shoulder, then pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. With one hand still gripping her body, he used the other to shove his fingers down her throat, silencing her whimpers."You're the prettiest whore I have ever seen. Isn't that right, y/n?"

Your stalker truly believed he was being intimate with you. Daniella, who? All he knew was you. All he ever wanted was to feel you, to taste you, and to be able to hear you mewl around his cock. He wanted to see your eyes roll back into your skull, to paint your skin with butterfly kisses, and for him to finally come inside you again and again. It actually pissed him off to no end that he had to be stuck here with her.

When he felt himself getting closer to the edge, he unceremoniously pulled out of her, and his white stream of cum dripped down onto the ground. He sighed as his dick softened, and he gently helped her stand on her own legs again. His hand dipped underneath her body, his fingers playing with her wet folds, and he spread them apart to furiously rub at her clit. Daniella gripped onto his arm to keep him firmly there until she felt her leg shake.

Your stalker watched with a bit of fascination as what seemed like an endless amount of juices squirted out of her. He got onto his knees and helped her to sit onto his face. After he cleaned her all up, your stalker suddenly remembered something and his hand patted down his pockets.

"Hey... I think I'm missing my phone." He started his little lie. "Can I borrow yours? I forgot that I had an important call--"

"Bag." She just said and pointed to the one that was tossed to the side.

He muttered a "thanks" before he went over and rummaged through her purse. "What do you think about doing this again?" he kept an eye on her as his hand aimlessly tried to look for her phone. "I had fun tonight, and I'd like to see you one more time."

He could feel the various items in her bag. A packet of cigarettes, two lip products, house keys, a whole perfume bottle, but fuck where was her phone?

He watched as Daniella rolled down her scrunched up dress. The woman then raised her brow and she crossed her arms. "I'm pretty sure you said another woman's name."

"I didn't." He said rather quickly. "You drank a lot of wine--it was almost like you were trying to bankrupt me." He joked, and his hand firmly gripped onto what felt like a smooth case. He pulled it out of her bag and there it was. "What's your password?"

"Trying to change the subject, are we?"

"I'm pretty sure your phone is the subject, unlock it pretty please?"

Daniella pulled back her hair and she stared at him expectantly.

"I said give me your password, not a blowjob." Your stalker frowned.

She gave him an exasperated look. "It's my face dumbass." she then snatched her phone back from him.

"You don't use your thumb? What kind of update is that?"

"God, you're so poor." He heard her mutter.

That was so unwarranted, and sort of hurt.

Though it made him feel a lot better when he finally decided to slit her throat. Now that she was distracted, he discreetly pulled out the steak knife from his pocket before he dropped her bag and roughly yanked her back to him. His hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her screams as he dragged the serrated blade across her neck. The knife sawed through flesh, muscle, and sinew, blood spurting and gushing with each desperate pulse of her heart. It took him a while to sever her head completely, his arm burning with exhaustion as he hacked away, the blade catching on bone and gristle, her life draining away in a torrent of crimson.

Your stalker wiped his bloodied hand on her dress, he grabbed the phone off the ground, and he groaned when he saw that the screen was cracked. He tried his best to work the damn thing, his finger poking at the messaging app multiple times before it decided to open. Daniella had a plentiful amount of unsaved numbers but they had weird emojis next to them. One number was from a different country and had the eggplant emoticon.

Then he found the only saved number: y/n.

You're apparently a good girl and shared your location with your best friend. How adorable, you even share every given moment with her too. You even talked about how you were thinking about going back to your serial cheater of an ex.

Your stalker gasped, his head reeling back in shock. You were about to go back to your ex? Your ex, of all people? You couldn't have, what—moved on like a normal person? You couldn't have gone out and fucked around with someone new? Someone like him? It's like you purposely make the wrong choices just to be saved. Before he could be your little personal super hero... his eyes slowly made its way back to the body on the ground, and then to the keys that were in her bag.

Have you ever heard of cuteness aggression? The rush of impulsive behavior that you get after seeing a cute and defenseless puppy? I get that when I see you. I think you're so adorable that it makes my heart burst. Your stalker stared up into your apartment, and the car windows were rolled down to air out the perfume he dumped into the body bag.

However, there was nothing cute about this ugly pig-like fuck that touched your waist. That man had no redeeming qualities, and boy, did I want him to start squealing in pain. I wanted to pinch his body until he had yellowish-brown bruises all over. I wanted to crush his skull with my bare hands and feel his pulse drop. I wanted to be able to drink the blood shower that would come from their body and bathe in it. I want them to realize that you’re off the market, and that you’re solely mine.

They’re not good for you, love. You have seen that time and time again, and they have disappointed you before without fail; so why do you welcome them with open arms? It hurts to see your legs over their shoulders, and to see a bit of your face contorted in pleasure and ecstasy. Is it the sex? Is it the way they give you a fleeting moment of what could have been if they weren’t constantly cheating on you?

That’s pathetic, and you know it. But it’s okay, I’m willing to look past this little transgression. It’s not completely unforgivable. They must’ve broken you down and made you vulnerable enough to pull your pants down. It’s not your fault. It’s theirs.

Your stalker continued to stake out your house, patiently waiting for your ex to come down to the lobby. The moment he did, your stalker would be ready. He might not have been able to get your blood, but killing your ex and taking his was like killing two birds with one stone.

Allure: This is the first fic I wrote that actually has y/n in it! And it's pretty unedited, so if there is mistakes I will probs fix it later on. This dragged on for waaay longer than it needed and tbh, I am never writing a long fic like this again LMAO

Yandere Gamer Boyfriend Headcanons

GN!Reader x Male Yandere!OC

Warnings: Yandere, possessive behaviors, manipulation, mentioned cyberbullying, stalking, A LOT OF FLUFF

Note: It's essential to remember that the concept of a "Yandere" character is based on unhealthy and toxic behavior. These headcanons are meant to explore a fictional scenario and should not be considered as a healthy or ideal relationship dynamic in any way. Ngl, I felt a bit lonely playing video games and then this OC came up xD

Your Yandere Gamer Boyfriend is extremely possessive and protective of you

He becomes intensely jealous and paranoid whenever you spend time with other people, especially if they're male

Gaming is a major part of his life, and he expects you to share that passion

When he perceives a threat to your relationship, he's willing to go to extreme lengths to eliminate it. This can range from cyberbullying and hacking your rivals' accounts to more dangerous actions like stalking or even physical harm

"I'll always be here to protect you, my darling. No one else can have you but me."

Your boyfriend is more comfortable expressing his love and affection online rather than in person. He might shower you with extravagant gifts in games or write lengthy love letters through text messages and social media

Your boyfriend is not exactly a romantic kind of guy

However, he knows exactly what you like and love

One day, you come home, and the entire room is covered in red hearts. There's also a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you. Your boyfriend had prepared a romantic dinner for two, complete with your favorite dessert. His goal was to show you how important you are to him, and he did just that

He closely monitors your every move, both online and offline. He keeps track of your social media activities, checks your messages, and might even install tracking apps on your phone. He wants to know everything you do and everyone you interact with, just to ensure that you're not betraying him

He loves to keep you under his desk and pets you while his game loads

He often plays video games, but he'll stop and set aside his controller whenever you want to spend time with him

He's the kind of boyfriend who constantly talks to himself out loud as he plays games. You find it endearing, and it makes you feel closer to him

Your Yandere Gamer Boyfriend is incredibly passionate about gaming setups and technology. He spends hours researching and planning the perfect gaming setup for himself and you

Whenever your boyfriend loses a game, he gets so frustrated that he can't focus on anything else. That's when you come in. You sit beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting smile. His anger slowly melts away, replaced with a sense of peace and calm. And, of course, you're ready to play the next round with him

"No matter how many games I lose, I'll always have you. And that's a victory in my book."

Whenever you have a bad day, he'll drop everything he's doing to come over and comfort you. He'll listen to you vent, make you some hot chocolate

He'll often tell you about game lore and theories that he's read online or heard from his gaming buddies. You don't mind because you love the sound of his voice and the way he gets excited when he explains things

Even though he can be a bit needy and demanding at times, he's always supportive of your hobbies and interests. He'll even try out new things just so you can spend time together

"Sometimes I can get a bit carried away with my video games, but you always remind me of what's really important in life. Thank you for being there for me."

Your boyfriend loves to tease you, often in the form of playful insults. But you know that it's just his way of showing his affection. One day, he takes it too far, making you feel insecure about yourself. You tell him how much his words hurt you, and he immediately realizes his mistake. He takes you in his arms, kisses your forehead, and says, "I never meant to hurt you. You deserve the best in life, and I'll make sure you always feel that way."