Yandere Male X any gender (plus size) reader
It’s another monotonous morning. Slamming your alarm on your dresser wishing you could sleep forever. Instead you get up dragging your feet across the carpet and stare in the mirror. It feels like your body stares back. You slept shirtless and can see all the stretch marks lining your hips and chest. Each a scar of expansion. Each an imperfection that excludes you from your peers. After several moments you trudge into the shower and let the water cascade over your body trying not to peer at your body. You stand in the shower for a few moments longer holding in your emotions practicing a plastered on smile. As you step out you dry yourself off covering your eyes then stare out the window to the rising city.
You put on baggy clothes and decide to skip breakfast in favor of getting to school early. You start your car and push play on “Let Me Down Slowly” by Alec Benjamin. It doesn’t take you long to get to school only getting through 3 songs on your playlist. The doors were open as you walk inside readying yourself to brave the day.
As you walk to your locker a pair of eyes watch your every step, every twitch of your eyes, every rise and fall of your chest, and every small sway of your backpack. You ignore this feeling trying to stay calm praying that it’s not someone in the popular clique. You grab your book and folder for social studies walking quickly trying to ignore the heavy footsteps following your movement.
As you sit down in class you feel self conscious realizing the uncomfortableness of the interlocked desks and chairs leaving little room for breathing. You curse out your weight in your head but try to hide it. Diligently listening to the teachers lecture you barely pay attention to the student at your left. He’s got a bit of a lean muscle build, roughly 5’10” frame, dark black hair with blonde highlights that go to the nape of his neck, and an aura of don’t mess with me surrounding him. You ignore his presence the entire lecture simply pretending he doesn’t exist.
The lecture on Ancient Mesopotamia is boring it’s lots of review from the previous year. You feel a gaze on you but cannot tell where it’s coming from so you excuse yourself to the restroom. In the stall you give yourself a moment to recover. As you process this you realize that these eyes aren’t like most. Instead they felt comforting as if to say you are beautiful. Your heart does a small flutter but you snap yourself out of it.
Staring in the mirror you try to not let these thoughts consume you. Collecting yourself you decide to head back to the classroom. When you arrive there you find a small toy on your desk. As you examine it you can’t figure out who sent it no face nor pair of eyes stand out. The bell rings as you quickly pack up your belongings to go to your next class.
You don’t realize this at the moment but that toy will be both the best and worst thing you’ll ever have…
The day goes on without a hitch no more strange occurrences nor random gestures nor random gifts. It’s all smooth. It’s all ok. No one messes with you. No one speaks with you. It’s like there’s something that forced these people into submission.
It’s like there’s a guardian angel beside you…
You shake off these feelings instead decide to walk home. The small toy bear is in your hand. You simply hope that the toy was not given to you by anyone in the clique. You don’t want to be turned into a meme for internet clout.
You walk into your home and see a dismal sight. Drops of an amber liquid fall from a Budweiser can onto the carpet. A snore breaking through the documentary on WW2 submarines. You grab a quick snack from the kitchen eating it but start to feel guilty. You walk the stairs to your room and set your books on the desk with a *thud* you face the bear towards you cracking a small smile not realizing the man on the other end smiling even wider.
You sit and do homework wishing you could burn the math worksheet. Eventually giving up you sigh. You get up longing for dinner but instead stare at yourself in the mirror. Judging how every curve of your body is seemingly enlarged in the mirror. You just stand there when you hear pebbles being thrown at your window. You go to look but no one is out there. Your phone dings.
You stare at your phone. Who is this unknown number? Why did they send that to you? How can they see you? After a few moments you reply—“Who is this?”
Less than a second later a reply comes in.
“You’ll know soon darling”
You shiver. But you also feel oddly comforted by their presence. They complimented you. But they are quite ominous and could be dangerous. You put your phone down ignoring the fear in the bottom of your stomach. You walk down to the dinner table and pick at the chicken and vegetables. Your parents don’t notice instead they scold you for have a B+ and not an A in all your classes. Eventually you’re fed up and walk to your room defeated. You hold back tears and lay in your bed defeated.
You whip your head around trying to find where the sound came from. You stare at the bear picking it up examining it.
“You noticed it a little too late darling”
You see the camera in its eye and start to panic. But what did they mean too late. How long have they been watching you?
“Don’t be afraid darling I would never hurt you”
You keep searching for where the voice came from. But you can’t find it.
“Awww darling are you looking for me?”
Suddenly a pair of gentle but powerful hands snake around your waist. While a warm string of air blows into your ear. You freeze unable to move.
“Don’t be afraid darling I’m here”
“I’m yours my love no matter what I’m yours”
“My darling you were sad how could I not be here for you let me take all the sadness away”
“Darling we’re meant to be how could I not watch you”
He slowly kisses your neck his arms snaking your torso exploring it. You quickly go to push his arms off of your belly fat but he instantly puts them back on.
“Baby you’re so beautiful don’t push me away I love every bit of you”
Your eyes water as you turn to face him you see it’s the boy from history class. He leans in and gently kisses your lips.
“Gosh darling you’re perfect in every way”
“Even though I’m bigger?”
“There’s more of you to love my dear”
He proceeds to kiss every inch of you he can and worship your body.
“There are no imperfections on you my love you are perfect”
You smile. Knowing that someone sees you. Someone loves you. You aren’t alone. You are his world.
I hope you enjoyed this story it’s my first one so don’t be too harsh lol! But please feel free to give me any feedback. I wrote this story because I haven’t seen any yandere stories with plus size love interests like me so I was inspired to write one. Some aspects are based off of my life but I tried to keep it generalized for everyone to enjoy!
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