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I am BLING. I don't know what else comes to mind when I try to think of a username. I'm nineteen, made this blog for funsies, so if it gets nuked, idk ♡
Requests are open! Shove them in my inbox, and I'll try my best to write on your ideas if I'm free. But I'm usually busy and have created this blog only to share the fanfictions I write for myself so others could enjoy, so I can't confirm all of your requests will be taken.
Fandoms I may write about: Bungo Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail (most definitely AUs because I have never played HSR in my life), etc.
Also, let's pray Fyodor comes BACK. I refuse (you too) to believe the most well-written villain in all of fiction (imo) has DIED.
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• Yan!PopularBoy, with a kind, ditzy sunshine fem!reader. Includes stalking, second hand embarassment, and is lowkey nsfw but not entirely smut. This was a request.
• Yan!AcademicRival, with a bitchy fem!reader who's not quite as bitchy as him but both are mean. Also very suggestive, but not nsfw or smut.
Yan!AcademicRival x Fem!Reader ♡ Contains suggestive themes ♡ I don't know word count ♡
Yan!AcademicRival has only recently been transferred to your school, and has already made it to the top ranks, with teachers praising everything about him— his manners, his punctuality, his academic performance, how disciplined he is, and whatever, whatever. All you could do is glare at him with quiet rage as he stares from across the class, holding straight A+ papers and sticking his tongue out in loud pride.
It wasn't even his excellence in academics that annoys you, infact, you actually wanted to befriend him and get to know his study techniques when you first met him. You wanted to ask him to tutor you, help you get above the topics that tugged on your hair and made you feel behind, and above all, you wanted to get to know him.
But he? He made everything a race. Not just academics. Showing up to school first, finishing the test on time, submitting assignments even before deadline, it's like he was a madman.
You, on the other hand, didn't want any of this. And you had no idea why he was competing with only you of all other people— maybe it was your grades that paralleled his, or the way teachers praise you like a well-behaved puppy every time your name was brought up in a conversation.
Whatever it was, you didn't like it.
But you knew he did, and somehow that made something stir in your stomach.
Yan!AcademicRival appeared in the gates of your school disgustingly early again, his backpack slung casually across his shoulder as his cool grey eyes scanned the scene in his vision expecting your entrance.
And once he caught your figure in the distance, hands hooked with your friends' and chatting happily, he felt something in his chest shifting.
He didn't feel jealousy in a heart-wrenching, sad way. He felt it in a way that was petty and possessive, and he knew it. But did that bother him? No. He could be all petty and possessive when it comes to you, and he'd happily allow himself to.
You're his, afterall. And he's yours.
Yan!AcademicRival knew this school was way below what's worth his admission, but begged his parents to go here just so he could be with you.
Ofcourse, he'd have known you well even before he got here. And you didn't have to know why or how. He could just know things about you, because ofcourse, you're his, and he believes he has the right to.
Yan!AcademicRival waited for your friends to part ways with you, for their respective classes, so he could come and shove himself into your vision, all just to be petty and annoying about stepping in the school gates first this morning.
"Did your momma have to drag your ass out of the bed for you to start getting ready? Or had you forgotten about me attending this school, that you lost the interest in showing up anymore?"
His voice was smooth and laced with fiery pride and arrogance, his lips wearing that same mocking smirk he always flashes you when you're glaring knives into his eyes with an adorable (disgusted) scrunch on your nose.
"Quite the opposite, actually. I remembered you attend this school and sank back into bed after losing the interest to even show up."
You shot back, a hand on your hip as you rolled your eyes, in a way that made him want to make your eyes roll back from what he could be doing with your body, if you ever let him put his hands on you.
He chuckled, a soft, smooth sound strongly contrasting the way his eyes were travelling up and down your figure in an audaciously judgmental way.
You wanted to slap his pretty face and shut him up.
He wanted to slap you too, but somewhere else and for entirely different reasons.
And he could see it in your eyes, the disgust, the hatred, and it's all brewing something dangerous in his chest— the desire to turn that disgust into a flustered mess, turn that sassy, confident voice into pleasured moans, and make you want to cup his pretty face and kiss him nasty, like he wanted to do to you.
"Awh, you fear me that much? Huh? You wanna transfer schools because you can't handle a challenge? Can't handle competition? What, you wanna spend the last of your highschool year having fun?"
He stepped in closer, his voice taunting and smirk widening. He could see you practically seething, your eyebrows knitting together, lips forming a beautiful frown he wishes he could kiss off your face.
"False. I could handle competition all for what it is. I'm just you-phobic. I can't handle you."
You stuck a finger up in the air and tried to shoo him away like he was a rabid dog trying to eat your shoe. But all he did was get closer and plant a hand on the wall beside your head, leaning dangerously close to your face with that pretty smirk still present on his lips.
Your brain did a short-circuiting moment when your nostrils were filled with his scent— sandalwood, old books, and something so uniquely him, that it felt strangely intimate.
"I'm flattered. So it's not my grades. It's me. Guess we could work with that, huh?"
That whisper. Your eyes widened, now that was audacious. He's right infront of you, face almost shoved into your neck as he whispered insufferable things into your ear with that airy, feathery voice he had. You tried to sound as rude and offensive as possible, so he finally gets enough of your attitude and decides leaving you alone is a better choice.
"Yeah, go work on your personality. Work on learning to shut up when needed. And please work on learning about maintaining an appropriate social distance with your classmates, because honestly, you stink."
His eyes widened, lips parting as he took in the audacity your words contained. He was shocked. Stink? HIM? No way. He was certain you blurted that out just to piss him off.
Because how could that be true?
He spent four hours getting ready for school just so he could be pretty for you, smell good for you, and apply scented lotion on every part of his body so he could have soft skin just incase you touched him (don't blame him for being too hopeful).
Before you could even take your sweet time rolling your eyes at him looking shocked, he literally looked like he's about to burst into flames and start screaming at you to sniff him untill you admitted he smelled good, no, not just 'good'. He didn't wake up at four in the morning to get ready to be mediocre. He wanted you to admit he smells scrumptious, like a dessert, like you wanted to consume him.
"Stink... Huh. Like what? I smell like what? Fish? Say it."
His eyes bore into yours in a way he let you know he isn't going to let you go unless this conversation's done.
"You stink with PETTINESS."
He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing— except it sounded more like it was from relief than frustration. He'd have pulled his hair out and banged his head on the wall if you were being serious when you said he stank.
"...in that case, I suppose our scents are the same, love. As long as you're being petty with only me, it's all fine. I want you to be showing all of your attitude only to me."
...
Your eyes widened. Where from the deepest pits of hell did that affectionate term pop up from? And what the actual pieces of hell is he even blurting out? Is he insane?
"...what. First of all, what's with that name? Second of all, I'm being a total bitch to you, justified, by the way, and you're telling me... you like it?"
It took you a sweet second to realise his lips came crashing down into yours, a cherry-like sweetness clinging to his tongue as he pushed into your lips nastily, strings of saliva dripping down your chin while he kissed you proudly, the hand planted on the wall beside your head tangling into your hair as his other arm wrapped itself tight and snug around your waist.
His body naturally leaned into you, both of your chests collided and pressed against eachother, his tongue going all crazy while licking your lips and dragging all the dripping saliva back into his mouth like it's chocolate.
And after a sweet moment of messy and desperate kissing, he pulled back and wiped his wet chin clean with a hand kerchief, the same one he handed you over to clean yourself up. The moment his kerchief touched your lips, stained with the soft, glittery baby pink of your lip gloss and the mix of his and your saliva, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction and lips pulled back into that same, devastatingly handsome smirk.
You still stared at him, bewildered and yet to realise it's his hand kerchief that you're pressing against your lips, a soft pinkish hue dusted on your cheeks as you slowly took in the moment that happened between you and him.
"That lip gloss suits you. And me. Wear it more frequently, dear rival. Because we'll be kissing a lot more often from now on."
Hiii, I loved your yandere academic rival fic sm, can you write a similar fic of yandere!popularboy with a ditzy, kind, and sunshine reader trying to be friends w him and he goes batshit insane about you interacting w him
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Yan!PopularBoy with fem!reader ♡ I think around 3.5k words but not sure. Includes: Stalking, REALLY suggestive or nsfw-leaning content, fem!reader is stalked with a secret camera hidden in her plushie. Sweet, sunshine reader with a perverted, dickhead yandere that's lowk self-aware, but doesn't care. Slight warnings for second hand embarassment. All pics are taken from PINTEREST!!! Idk these people
You're not even sure why he's acting so indifferent towards your existence, has he genuinely not laid his eyes on you yet? Or is it just his popular boy ego saying no to interacting with new transfer girls, because, what, you're too beneath him to be worth noticing?
At this point you just decided to give up. You've been trying to interact with him a lot, introduce yourself and maybe become friends with him if he's kind enough to let you in his social circle.
But it seems he's not even kind enough to acknowledge your existence, huh?
Whatever it is, you decided to ignore it and move on. It's your last highschool year and you prioritised nothing over perfect grades because honestly, you're not the type of person who has social skills okay enough to even get a single genuine friend that's not feeling awkward by how "fake" you sound.
So you shifted your focus from trying to socialize with different people at school, to just studying and interacting with whoever just tolerates you.
Yan!Popularboy has been eyeing you a lot recently— the type of girl cheerful, ditzy and kind, the one who could bat her eyelashes and let out a soft, quiet "please?" and get anything she wants.
You looked like an angel, even your resting face wearing a pretty half-smile on your plump, pink lips that he wants to feel underneath his fingertips so bad.
Fluffy hair, soft, dainty voice, and long eyelashes— you looked like a doe. He was only physically attracted to you when he first met you, but being the dick he is, he decided to stalk you, not just digitally but physically too.
He slipped in a camera on some small plush you brought to school excitedly to show your friends, he did it in recess when you left the plush on your desk and went to touch-up your makeup in the bathroom.
And boy, did he love having done that.
You brought the plush to your bed, hugged it tightly against your chest, and slept all night completely oblivious that some dick in your school was drooling at the cleavage of your skimpy nightwear, while printing out pictures of you asleep to put in his wallet and on his walls like an obsessed madman out of his brains.
You talked to the plush like it was your baby, kissed it ten times a day and changed infront of it, completely clueless about the camera hidden in it.
And your voice literally made him go batshit insane everytime you whispered into the plush— the sweetest, most ridiculous things with the cutest, loveliest voice one could ever have the privilege of hearing.
"Cabbage. Your head is sooo round. It reminds me of a makeup sponge."
"Cuddle time, Cabbie~ It's been a long, exhausting day for me. And maybe for you too? Did you feel lonely when I was gone?"
"You look sooo adorable, Cabbage. You're the cutest creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I literally want to... EAT you!"
"I'm sorry, Cabbage. Did that traumatize you? Don't worry, even if I ate you, I'd be sure to eat a lot of actual cabbage so you won't get lonely in my stomach."
He couldn't help but smile lovingly at the footages of you shoving Cabbage into your chest as you rambled on about your day, his heart pounding as he imagined himself being in Cabbage's boots instead.
The way you smiled, the way you happily reached for the plush first whenever you entered your room, the way your body curves at a perfect angle where he could get a glimpse of some more exposed skin when you're asleep, the way you do your hair, write in your diary while sitting beside Cabbage... And above all, he wanted to have his face shoved into your plump, soft breasts that bounced at every miniscule movement you made. (a/n, sorry if i sound like a perverted male author)
It all made him fall so hard for you, and he couldn't help obsessing over you every night as he fantasized you grabbing him by the collar and shoving his massive figure underneath your much smaller one in bed, cuddling him, whispering sweet, stupid things in his ear and making him feel all warm and fuzzy both inside and outside.
He wanted you to on top of him, he wanted you to shove your hand inside his hoodie and drag it everywhere along the hard lines of his abs and chest, while your sweet lips kissed his and let him feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth, muffling all of your sweet moans as he imagined his hand gripping your soft body firmly on top of his.
His ears went red as he burned up, hugging a pillow and cuddling it while imagining it's you in his lap, as he watched you on the footage sweet-talking to Cabbage again.
You were an absolute sweetheart. Even if you were literally just talking to a plushie, he listened intently to every one of your words as you kept rambling on about your day to Cabbage, talking all about the people you love and dislike— and his eyes softened at the way you remaind so polite and respectful about the people you disliked, even in private when you thought nobody was listening.
He was absolutely mad in love with you, even when he's literally ignoring you at school when you look at him and wonder why he's so quiet when he's around you. You didn't understand it, and he knew. He watched your wide, glassy eyes glancing in his direction with a confused expression before turning away quickly as you realised his eyes were already on you.
He's slept with every girl in the campus and has interacted with almost everybody— some claiming he's pretty arrogant, some crushing on him so openly that he just casually dismisses, some wanting to get closer to him, you were literally insanely confused. You're the only one he hasn't talked to yet, but you put that thought away again, maybe he just thinks you're way below his standards to even worth interacting with.
He listens to you rant to Cabbage about the people in school as you brushed through your smooth, silky hair, returning your gaze to Cabbage as you brought the hair brush to the plushie's little form, brushing it's fur neatly.
"And sometimes, I just feel so lonely, Cabbage. I knew I told you last year that after I transfer schools, I'd surely try to get as many friends as I can and interact with a lot of people, but it's just not something that comes naturally for me."
He listened, nodded like he agreed to every word you said while his hand was brushing through his hair with a wide-tooth comb as he imagined you're the one doing it.
"Right, right. You should just come to me instead. You keep staring from a distance, tilting your head and very visibly contemplating your choice of approaching me, but you just never do. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have been so lonely."
His voice rang through the room, soft and boyish, as he tilted his head and hummed a tune half-heartedly with a raised eyebrow as if he's faux-judging you.
"But there's this one boy... that never talks to me. He's very popular, and has a lot of friends— boys and girls alike. I admit, I was a little afraid of approaching him. What if he was mean to me and embarassed me infront of others? Worse, what if his friends joined in? I'd literally cry on the spot."
Your voice was soft, quiet and sounded pretty sad. You pulled Cabbage into your lap and jumped right into bed.
His heart skipped a beat. He felt palpitations, sweat beading on his temples as he leaned in closer to the screen, putting down his drink as he watched you with more focus than he's ever had before.
"Oh." Was the single word that escaped his lips, faux-suprise and judgement were what it sounded like, but his eyes softened, and his arms around the pillow he usually imagines is you, tightened.
You closed your eyes, brought a hand up to rub one of them, and pulled the blanket up over yourself and Cabbage as you tried falling asleep.
Cabbage was facing away from your figure as you held it against your chest, so he couldn't really see you on the screen anymore.
He muttered a soft, 'fuck' under his breath and continued watching for a few more minutes but heard only soft snores from behind the camera in the plush.
He sighed and ran a hand through his lustrous hair, drawing it back away from his forehead.
"You're killing me, cabbage girl."
He felt tired, as he's been chronically deprived of sleep ever since he's got his eyes on you, and decided to just fall asleep and wake up for school later to meet you.
Dawn shone through his windows and woke him up from deep sleep, his brain replaying images of you in your skimpy nightwear before he stirred and raised from the matress.
He quickly got ready, put on his best clothes, styled his hair a bit differently this time, and sprayed a handful of perfume before packing up his schoolbag and leaving with nothing but a protein bar in his hand.
He wanted to check his phone, watch the footage of you waking up, changing clothes and getting ready but he knew you most probably got to school already as he was running late, so he switched his phone back off and put it in his pocket before getting in the car to the school.
The loud, chattering halls of your school early in the morning excited you, you usually liked being surrounded by people, especially the ones around your age with whom you can easily get along with, or atleast hope to.
But you knew you were unfamiliar with socializing, even though you tried a lot to get used to it. The moment someone's eyes are on you, you try to act kind, positive and polite, but the thought of being at ease and having casual conversations where you constantly don't ask people about their days and compliment something about them, didn't really work for you.
So you stayed quiet most of the time unless when talked to, and you were usually very polite and pretty formal. So people really didn't get casual with you. They too ask you about your day, maybe say your keychain looks cute, and move on. Nothing serious, nothing felt genuine, as every conversation you had with anybody only felt like polite introductions and honey-glazed words.
But today, you decided to try and get out of your comfort zone— the popular boy you've been eyeing for a while now, entered the school gates with a bag slung casually against his shoulder, when a group of other kids surrounded him and started talking to him.
Well, there goes your motivation to socialize. You can definitely try talking to him if you guys were alone, but with that big of a crowd surrounding him as he walked just made your words die down at your throat.
You just gave up and gathered a few books from your locker before you looked at your timetable, sighing as you tried to comprehend the fact you have two math periods assigned for you today.
Hours passed and the last period of the day came to an end. You packed your bags up quickly and noticed a few empty cans of soda under the desks infront of you. Knowing the entire class would probably be punished tomorrow for some random kids littering the classroom, you sighed and decided to clean out the trash yourself as others disappeared literally milliseconds after the bell rang.
You put your bag down on your chair as you began gathering the empty soda cans, the air around you soon starting to reek of sugary madness. Gosh, there were a lot. Not two or three cans, but maybe even ten.
As you were in the middle of the cleaning, you heard footsteps from outside the classroom echoing through the hallway, and assumed it's probably the janitor wiping out the floors.
The footsteps sounded more closer and closer, and soon you heard them right inside the classroom behind you.
You didn't turn, didn't say anything, and knew the janitor was probably gonna yell and ask who made such a mess all over the desks, and threaten to complain to the teachers about your class snacking secretly in the middle of lectures.
But you felt a warm hand gently patting the back of your shoulder to get your attention. You quickly turned to your back to see whom it was and to your suprise, it was the guy you very much wanted to become friends with.
Yan!PopularBoy stood infront of you with a small pout on his face, his eyes slanting downwards as he looked as troubled as ever.
"I have lost my phone. I believe it's probably somewhere in this building, but I'm not sure where as I've wandered almost everywhere from this morning."
You looked up, your lips slightly parted in confusion and slight suprise. His voice was soft and almost delicate, he sounded so polite and formal— a stark contrast to what you imagined conversing with him would sound like.
"Uhh... Sorry to hear that. You came here to search the class?"
"Close. I've already searched this one. And almost every part of this school I've wandered around today. I just wanted to see if I could get your phone for a second, to call mine."
In his head, the excuse sounded almost perfect. An excuse to leave his number on your phone and get yours on his.
He tilted his head, a sorry expression playing on his stupidly handsome face. His face looked so serene, sweet and even more beautiful up close, and his voice perfectly matched it, except the way how he remembers he used to giggle and kick his feet inside his room at dawn, his voice sounding like a violent hyena's mating calls while watching you sleep and snore quietly while hugging your small plushie.
Your eyes widened slightly as suprise spilled on your features at his request, but you complied without hesitation and pulled out your phone from inside your bag, handing it to him with the biggest smile on your face he's ever seen.
His heart melted. His eyes softened and with a gentle smile worn on his lips, he thanked you politely and started dialing numbers on it before realising he just put the lockscreen password on it without even asking you. He knows it because he's seen you scrolling on your phone from the camera inside of your plushie, and obviously you don't know that. He started panicking about you feeling suspicious about him and froze.
His eyes travelled quickly from the screen of your phone to your face, expecting a squint from your eyes, confusion, suspicion, or maybe even you starting to question him on the spot about how he was able to unlock it himself.
But to his suprise, you just stood there with that same big smile from ear to ear, waiting for him to do his thing and hand you your phone back.
He flashed an awkward smile and sighed internally in relief before the ringtone of his phone from somewhere started echoing through the hallway.
Right. He got your phone number. And got the delusion to think that maybe you'd start calling him, chat with him or what, even send him your nudes randomly. A wobbly smile played on his lips, as he thought to himself, what a dick head we are.
"Hear it? It's probably in the school auditorium. Thanks, cabbage girl."
You froze, tilting your head in confusion as you tried to process what on earth he just called you.
"Cabbage... girl...?"
Fuck.
"Oh! Uh, sorry. Don't know your name... you brought a toy one day... and called it 'Cabbage'..."
False. Ofcourse, his stalker ass knew your name. He just preferred calling you Cabbage girl because it made him feel more personal and known to you.
An airy, soft gasp escaped your lips, your eyes widening slightly as you took in his words. He remembered Cabbage.
"Wow... You know Cabbage! He's really popular? Looks like his name is known more than mine is! I'll bring him to school tomorrow!"
A soft, deep chuckle left his lips as he looked at you lovingly. He was literally going insane, his thoughts wandering into an inappropriate territory, his hands itching at his sides wanting to grab you by the face and squish your cheeks, kiss you mad, and bury his face in the crook of your neck to inhale that disgustingly sweet bubblegum scent you wore.
It drove him wild— he felt like an animal out of its cage being taunted with a piece of freshly chopped meat dangling right infront of its jaws.
How could you be this adorable? He thought of cornering you into some wall and pulling a kabedon on you, but you seemed so cheerful and friendly. What if you got upset? He'd want to see that side of you too, the side where you might frown, glare or even start yelling at him with that pretty voice of yours he couldn't imagine yelling.
"Yeah, yeah. He does seem pretty popular around here. Maybe you should reward him after going home."
He thought of you hugging that plush tight, the camera being shoved right into your plump breasts he so badly wanted to bury his face into and kiss all over. You do it daily, already, but he wanted to see a more wilder version of you, and he cursed himself for whatever he was thinking you'd be out there doing with your damn stuffed animal that he might even consider wild.
"Yes! I will definitely reward him after going home! I will tell him he's got a big fan!"
You giggled in delight, the thought of telling Cabbage that you finally got to talk to the boy you've been eyeing for so long, and the fact he was the one who approached you, and out of all things, the conversation turned back towards your little plush son...
He stepped in closer, leaned in a little and let out a low whisper even you could barely here—
"Mhm. Right. Make sure you reward him hefty tonight. Preferably with your clothes off."
You tilted your head, the last part of his whisper wasn't even audible enough to reach your ears, and he could see the confused "eh?" probably coming up your throat, but you nodded and gave him a thumbs up with a wobbly, infuriatingly adorable smile plastered on your lips.
"Sure! I'll feed him more cotton balls and make him fatter so he becomes even more cuddly for tomorrow. Make sure you come to see him!"
He chuckled, his feathery voice ringing in your ears— a hypnotising sound that you could listen to all day.
"Good. I'll see how cuddly he is... and test if he's inherited that from you."
He lowkey cringed at himself for saying that out loud. Sure, he does think of weirder and wilder stuff about you in his mind, but blurting it out loud is one thing.
But you thought of that as something entirely different— a sweet, soft voice talking about cuddling your lovely little Cabbage and yourself. Sure, it made you freeze internally and question if reality was trolling you when you first heard it— it was completely unexpected, coming from especially him, but nonetheless, you found it sweet.
"Uh- sure! I'll make sure to stuff cotton balls in my uniform too!"
He almost choked on air, but a loud, booming laugh escaped his throat— a genuine, amused sound that's rarely ever heard from him. Most of the time, it's that overly dramatic, mocking giggle he reserves for ridiculous conversations. But it's you saying ridiculous things, so ofcourse, how can he be the bitchy himself he usually is, with you?
"I'd rather advise against doing that. You look soft and cuddly enough just as you are."
A soft, pinkish hue dusted upon your cheeks as his words fell in your ears. You thought of him as an intimidating person for sure, maybe even mean. But seeing him like this just broke the entire imagination you had of him before this encounter. He's actually... sweet?
"Awh. Thank you, maybe it's my hair that makes me look soft? Should I cut my head off so that you could cuddle it alone-"
You slapped both of your hands over your mouth, a loud plap that made him laugh even louder than before. You're just as ridiculous as you are when left alone with Cabbage, huh. And he thinks it's adorable.
He could see you getting flustered, embarassment striking upon your features as your face starts to get redder and redder.
"-Haha, c'mere."
In the midst of all the laughing, he stepped in closer and pulled you into his much bigger body, his large hand caressing the back of your waist softly as the other one rested on your head, giving you small headpats.
You froze. With a strong mix of embarrassment, shyness, and not knowing what to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck on top of his shoulders, and looked up at him for approval like you were writing an assignment you wanted assistance in.
He looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration and the sweetest smile ever. The first time he's looking at you up close, and your faces are already apart by just inches. Your glassy, wide eyes gazing up at him shyly, your plump, pink lips slightly parted— showing just a peek of your tongue stained with red candy you were chewing on during the last period. He wanted to taste that.
His grip around your waist tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you look away from him. Your eyes wandered everywhere but to him.
He gripped your face gently and leaned in untill the inches between you became nothing.
A soft, gentle kiss right on top of your lips, he didn't go further. But after the kiss, he looked at you, and as he saw a tiny, reddish tongue dart out to lick your upper lip, he kissed you again— but this time, it was desperate, messy, sloppy, and audible.
Sweet, tiny noises escaped his lips during the kisses that sounded more like longing moans. You were literally bewildered and he didn't care.
His hands wandered, one slipped under your shirt as you gasped softly mid-kiss, and the other held you lovingly and firmly against himself as he continued devouring your lips like a man starved for months.
His hand caressed your bare waist soothingly as it continued wandering above, reaching the strap of your bra that's digging into your skin. He slipped a single digit underneath the tight, wired fabric and toyed with the strap as you gasped again, making him smile against your lips during the kiss.
The kiss continued, the red stained on your tongue now staining his as well, as he happily took in that sweet, sugary taste that was dancing in your mouth.
Good thing you're such a shy, ditzy girl and let him have his way with you so easily, well, he's not doing any harm, is he? He could touch you, keep you warm, massage your sore muscles, and make your voice go even higher as he imagined you moaning and whimpering on top of his body all dazed with pleasure.
He loved the way you gasped so softly when he slid his hand in your shirt, and gently squeezed the curve of your waist to earn more of your voice.
His touch felt electric, and it has been the first ever time you've got touched at all, let alone at such intimate places and so sexually it literally made you panic and gasp in excitement and suprise at the same time.
He broke the kiss, and whispered right on top of your lips as if he couldn't even manage to break the contact,
"I've been eyeing you around for a while recently. You're a sweet girl... Care to come to my house for a drink? I promise, I'll make it just as sweet as your lips are."
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A/N ♡ I cringed so bad writing this lmao, but it turned out fine ig. Cringed searching for "hot men pfp" on pinterest too, for the format decoration. Anyways eat, everybody even if the foods slightly burnt
Hiii, I loved your yandere academic rival fic sm, can you write a similar fic of yandere!popularboy with a ditzy, kind, and sunshine reader trying to be friends w him and he goes batshit insane about you interacting w him
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Yan!PopularBoy with fem!reader ♡ I think around 3.5k words but not sure. Includes: Stalking, REALLY suggestive or nsfw-leaning content, fem!reader is stalked with a secret camera hidden in her plushie. Sweet, sunshine reader with a perverted, dickhead yandere that's lowk self-aware, but doesn't care. Slight warnings for second hand embarassment. All pics are taken from PINTEREST!!! Idk these people
You're not even sure why he's acting so indifferent towards your existence, has he genuinely not laid his eyes on you yet? Or is it just his popular boy ego saying no to interacting with new transfer girls, because, what, you're too beneath him to be worth noticing?
At this point you just decided to give up. You've been trying to interact with him a lot, introduce yourself and maybe become friends with him if he's kind enough to let you in his social circle.
But it seems he's not even kind enough to acknowledge your existence, huh?
Whatever it is, you decided to ignore it and move on. It's your last highschool year and you prioritised nothing over perfect grades because honestly, you're not the type of person who has social skills okay enough to even get a single genuine friend that's not feeling awkward by how "fake" you sound.
So you shifted your focus from trying to socialize with different people at school, to just studying and interacting with whoever just tolerates you.
Yan!Popularboy has been eyeing you a lot recently— the type of girl cheerful, ditzy and kind, the one who could bat her eyelashes and let out a soft, quiet "please?" and get anything she wants.
You looked like an angel, even your resting face wearing a pretty half-smile on your plump, pink lips that he wants to feel underneath his fingertips so bad.
Fluffy hair, soft, dainty voice, and long eyelashes— you looked like a doe. He was only physically attracted to you when he first met you, but being the dick he is, he decided to stalk you, not just digitally but physically too.
He slipped in a camera on some small plush you brought to school excitedly to show your friends, he did it in recess when you left the plush on your desk and went to touch-up your makeup in the bathroom.
And boy, did he love having done that.
You brought the plush to your bed, hugged it tightly against your chest, and slept all night completely oblivious that some dick in your school was drooling at the cleavage of your skimpy nightwear, while printing out pictures of you asleep to put in his wallet and on his walls like an obsessed madman out of his brains.
You talked to the plush like it was your baby, kissed it ten times a day and changed infront of it, completely clueless about the camera hidden in it.
And your voice literally made him go batshit insane everytime you whispered into the plush— the sweetest, most ridiculous things with the cutest, loveliest voice one could ever have the privilege of hearing.
"Cabbage. Your head is sooo round. It reminds me of a makeup sponge."
"Cuddle time, Cabbie~ It's been a long, exhausting day for me. And maybe for you too? Did you feel lonely when I was gone?"
"You look sooo adorable, Cabbage. You're the cutest creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I literally want to... EAT you!"
"I'm sorry, Cabbage. Did that traumatize you? Don't worry, even if I ate you, I'd be sure to eat a lot of actual cabbage so you won't get lonely in my stomach."
He couldn't help but smile lovingly at the footages of you shoving Cabbage into your chest as you rambled on about your day, his heart pounding as he imagined himself being in Cabbage's boots instead.
The way you smiled, the way you happily reached for the plush first whenever you entered your room, the way your body curves at a perfect angle where he could get a glimpse of some more exposed skin when you're asleep, the way you do your hair, write in your diary while sitting beside Cabbage... And above all, he wanted to have his face shoved into your plump, soft breasts that bounced at every miniscule movement you made. (a/n, sorry if i sound like a perverted male author)
It all made him fall so hard for you, and he couldn't help obsessing over you every night as he fantasized you grabbing him by the collar and shoving his massive figure underneath your much smaller one in bed, cuddling him, whispering sweet, stupid things in his ear and making him feel all warm and fuzzy both inside and outside.
He wanted you to on top of him, he wanted you to shove your hand inside his hoodie and drag it everywhere along the hard lines of his abs and chest, while your sweet lips kissed his and let him feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth, muffling all of your sweet moans as he imagined his hand gripping your soft body firmly on top of his.
His ears went red as he burned up, hugging a pillow and cuddling it while imagining it's you in his lap, as he watched you on the footage sweet-talking to Cabbage again.
You were an absolute sweetheart. Even if you were literally just talking to a plushie, he listened intently to every one of your words as you kept rambling on about your day to Cabbage, talking all about the people you love and dislike— and his eyes softened at the way you remaind so polite and respectful about the people you disliked, even in private when you thought nobody was listening.
He was absolutely mad in love with you, even when he's literally ignoring you at school when you look at him and wonder why he's so quiet when he's around you. You didn't understand it, and he knew. He watched your wide, glassy eyes glancing in his direction with a confused expression before turning away quickly as you realised his eyes were already on you.
He's slept with every girl in the campus and has interacted with almost everybody— some claiming he's pretty arrogant, some crushing on him so openly that he just casually dismisses, some wanting to get closer to him, you were literally insanely confused. You're the only one he hasn't talked to yet, but you put that thought away again, maybe he just thinks you're way below his standards to even worth interacting with.
He listens to you rant to Cabbage about the people in school as you brushed through your smooth, silky hair, returning your gaze to Cabbage as you brought the hair brush to the plushie's little form, brushing it's fur neatly.
"And sometimes, I just feel so lonely, Cabbage. I knew I told you last year that after I transfer schools, I'd surely try to get as many friends as I can and interact with a lot of people, but it's just not something that comes naturally for me."
He listened, nodded like he agreed to every word you said while his hand was brushing through his hair with a wide-tooth comb as he imagined you're the one doing it.
"Right, right. You should just come to me instead. You keep staring from a distance, tilting your head and very visibly contemplating your choice of approaching me, but you just never do. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have been so lonely."
His voice rang through the room, soft and boyish, as he tilted his head and hummed a tune half-heartedly with a raised eyebrow as if he's faux-judging you.
"But there's this one boy... that never talks to me. He's very popular, and has a lot of friends— boys and girls alike. I admit, I was a little afraid of approaching him. What if he was mean to me and embarassed me infront of others? Worse, what if his friends joined in? I'd literally cry on the spot."
Your voice was soft, quiet and sounded pretty sad. You pulled Cabbage into your lap and jumped right into bed.
His heart skipped a beat. He felt palpitations, sweat beading on his temples as he leaned in closer to the screen, putting down his drink as he watched you with more focus than he's ever had before.
"Oh." Was the single word that escaped his lips, faux-suprise and judgement were what it sounded like, but his eyes softened, and his arms around the pillow he usually imagines is you, tightened.
You closed your eyes, brought a hand up to rub one of them, and pulled the blanket up over yourself and Cabbage as you tried falling asleep.
Cabbage was facing away from your figure as you held it against your chest, so he couldn't really see you on the screen anymore.
He muttered a soft, 'fuck' under his breath and continued watching for a few more minutes but heard only soft snores from behind the camera in the plush.
He sighed and ran a hand through his lustrous hair, drawing it back away from his forehead.
"You're killing me, cabbage girl."
He felt tired, as he's been chronically deprived of sleep ever since he's got his eyes on you, and decided to just fall asleep and wake up for school later to meet you.
Dawn shone through his windows and woke him up from deep sleep, his brain replaying images of you in your skimpy nightwear before he stirred and raised from the matress.
He quickly got ready, put on his best clothes, styled his hair a bit differently this time, and sprayed a handful of perfume before packing up his schoolbag and leaving with nothing but a protein bar in his hand.
He wanted to check his phone, watch the footage of you waking up, changing clothes and getting ready but he knew you most probably got to school already as he was running late, so he switched his phone back off and put it in his pocket before getting in the car to the school.
The loud, chattering halls of your school early in the morning excited you, you usually liked being surrounded by people, especially the ones around your age with whom you can easily get along with, or atleast hope to.
But you knew you were unfamiliar with socializing, even though you tried a lot to get used to it. The moment someone's eyes are on you, you try to act kind, positive and polite, but the thought of being at ease and having casual conversations where you constantly don't ask people about their days and compliment something about them, didn't really work for you.
So you stayed quiet most of the time unless when talked to, and you were usually very polite and pretty formal. So people really didn't get casual with you. They too ask you about your day, maybe say your keychain looks cute, and move on. Nothing serious, nothing felt genuine, as every conversation you had with anybody only felt like polite introductions and honey-glazed words.
But today, you decided to try and get out of your comfort zone— the popular boy you've been eyeing for a while now, entered the school gates with a bag slung casually against his shoulder, when a group of other kids surrounded him and started talking to him.
Well, there goes your motivation to socialize. You can definitely try talking to him if you guys were alone, but with that big of a crowd surrounding him as he walked just made your words die down at your throat.
You just gave up and gathered a few books from your locker before you looked at your timetable, sighing as you tried to comprehend the fact you have two math periods assigned for you today.
Hours passed and the last period of the day came to an end. You packed your bags up quickly and noticed a few empty cans of soda under the desks infront of you. Knowing the entire class would probably be punished tomorrow for some random kids littering the classroom, you sighed and decided to clean out the trash yourself as others disappeared literally milliseconds after the bell rang.
You put your bag down on your chair as you began gathering the empty soda cans, the air around you soon starting to reek of sugary madness. Gosh, there were a lot. Not two or three cans, but maybe even ten.
As you were in the middle of the cleaning, you heard footsteps from outside the classroom echoing through the hallway, and assumed it's probably the janitor wiping out the floors.
The footsteps sounded more closer and closer, and soon you heard them right inside the classroom behind you.
You didn't turn, didn't say anything, and knew the janitor was probably gonna yell and ask who made such a mess all over the desks, and threaten to complain to the teachers about your class snacking secretly in the middle of lectures.
But you felt a warm hand gently patting the back of your shoulder to get your attention. You quickly turned to your back to see whom it was and to your suprise, it was the guy you very much wanted to become friends with.
Yan!PopularBoy stood infront of you with a small pout on his face, his eyes slanting downwards as he looked as troubled as ever.
"I have lost my phone. I believe it's probably somewhere in this building, but I'm not sure where as I've wandered almost everywhere from this morning."
You looked up, your lips slightly parted in confusion and slight suprise. His voice was soft and almost delicate, he sounded so polite and formal— a stark contrast to what you imagined conversing with him would sound like.
"Uhh... Sorry to hear that. You came here to search the class?"
"Close. I've already searched this one. And almost every part of this school I've wandered around today. I just wanted to see if I could get your phone for a second, to call mine."
In his head, the excuse sounded almost perfect. An excuse to leave his number on your phone and get yours on his.
He tilted his head, a sorry expression playing on his stupidly handsome face. His face looked so serene, sweet and even more beautiful up close, and his voice perfectly matched it, except the way how he remembers he used to giggle and kick his feet inside his room at dawn, his voice sounding like a violent hyena's mating calls while watching you sleep and snore quietly while hugging your small plushie.
Your eyes widened slightly as suprise spilled on your features at his request, but you complied without hesitation and pulled out your phone from inside your bag, handing it to him with the biggest smile on your face he's ever seen.
His heart melted. His eyes softened and with a gentle smile worn on his lips, he thanked you politely and started dialing numbers on it before realising he just put the lockscreen password on it without even asking you. He knows it because he's seen you scrolling on your phone from the camera inside of your plushie, and obviously you don't know that. He started panicking about you feeling suspicious about him and froze.
His eyes travelled quickly from the screen of your phone to your face, expecting a squint from your eyes, confusion, suspicion, or maybe even you starting to question him on the spot about how he was able to unlock it himself.
But to his suprise, you just stood there with that same big smile from ear to ear, waiting for him to do his thing and hand you your phone back.
He flashed an awkward smile and sighed internally in relief before the ringtone of his phone from somewhere started echoing through the hallway.
Right. He got your phone number. And got the delusion to think that maybe you'd start calling him, chat with him or what, even send him your nudes randomly. A wobbly smile played on his lips, as he thought to himself, what a dick head we are.
"Hear it? It's probably in the school auditorium. Thanks, cabbage girl."
You froze, tilting your head in confusion as you tried to process what on earth he just called you.
"Cabbage... girl...?"
Fuck.
"Oh! Uh, sorry. Don't know your name... you brought a toy one day... and called it 'Cabbage'..."
False. Ofcourse, his stalker ass knew your name. He just preferred calling you Cabbage girl because it made him feel more personal and known to you.
An airy, soft gasp escaped your lips, your eyes widening slightly as you took in his words. He remembered Cabbage.
"Wow... You know Cabbage! He's really popular? Looks like his name is known more than mine is! I'll bring him to school tomorrow!"
A soft, deep chuckle left his lips as he looked at you lovingly. He was literally going insane, his thoughts wandering into an inappropriate territory, his hands itching at his sides wanting to grab you by the face and squish your cheeks, kiss you mad, and bury his face in the crook of your neck to inhale that disgustingly sweet bubblegum scent you wore.
It drove him wild— he felt like an animal out of its cage being taunted with a piece of freshly chopped meat dangling right infront of its jaws.
How could you be this adorable? He thought of cornering you into some wall and pulling a kabedon on you, but you seemed so cheerful and friendly. What if you got upset? He'd want to see that side of you too, the side where you might frown, glare or even start yelling at him with that pretty voice of yours he couldn't imagine yelling.
"Yeah, yeah. He does seem pretty popular around here. Maybe you should reward him after going home."
He thought of you hugging that plush tight, the camera being shoved right into your plump breasts he so badly wanted to bury his face into and kiss all over. You do it daily, already, but he wanted to see a more wilder version of you, and he cursed himself for whatever he was thinking you'd be out there doing with your damn stuffed animal that he might even consider wild.
"Yes! I will definitely reward him after going home! I will tell him he's got a big fan!"
You giggled in delight, the thought of telling Cabbage that you finally got to talk to the boy you've been eyeing for so long, and the fact he was the one who approached you, and out of all things, the conversation turned back towards your little plush son...
He stepped in closer, leaned in a little and let out a low whisper even you could barely here—
"Mhm. Right. Make sure you reward him hefty tonight. Preferably with your clothes off."
You tilted your head, the last part of his whisper wasn't even audible enough to reach your ears, and he could see the confused "eh?" probably coming up your throat, but you nodded and gave him a thumbs up with a wobbly, infuriatingly adorable smile plastered on your lips.
"Sure! I'll feed him more cotton balls and make him fatter so he becomes even more cuddly for tomorrow. Make sure you come to see him!"
He chuckled, his feathery voice ringing in your ears— a hypnotising sound that you could listen to all day.
"Good. I'll see how cuddly he is... and test if he's inherited that from you."
He lowkey cringed at himself for saying that out loud. Sure, he does think of weirder and wilder stuff about you in his mind, but blurting it out loud is one thing.
But you thought of that as something entirely different— a sweet, soft voice talking about cuddling your lovely little Cabbage and yourself. Sure, it made you freeze internally and question if reality was trolling you when you first heard it— it was completely unexpected, coming from especially him, but nonetheless, you found it sweet.
"Uh- sure! I'll make sure to stuff cotton balls in my uniform too!"
He almost choked on air, but a loud, booming laugh escaped his throat— a genuine, amused sound that's rarely ever heard from him. Most of the time, it's that overly dramatic, mocking giggle he reserves for ridiculous conversations. But it's you saying ridiculous things, so ofcourse, how can he be the bitchy himself he usually is, with you?
"I'd rather advise against doing that. You look soft and cuddly enough just as you are."
A soft, pinkish hue dusted upon your cheeks as his words fell in your ears. You thought of him as an intimidating person for sure, maybe even mean. But seeing him like this just broke the entire imagination you had of him before this encounter. He's actually... sweet?
"Awh. Thank you, maybe it's my hair that makes me look soft? Should I cut my head off so that you could cuddle it alone-"
You slapped both of your hands over your mouth, a loud plap that made him laugh even louder than before. You're just as ridiculous as you are when left alone with Cabbage, huh. And he thinks it's adorable.
He could see you getting flustered, embarassment striking upon your features as your face starts to get redder and redder.
"-Haha, c'mere."
In the midst of all the laughing, he stepped in closer and pulled you into his much bigger body, his large hand caressing the back of your waist softly as the other one rested on your head, giving you small headpats.
You froze. With a strong mix of embarrassment, shyness, and not knowing what to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck on top of his shoulders, and looked up at him for approval like you were writing an assignment you wanted assistance in.
He looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration and the sweetest smile ever. The first time he's looking at you up close, and your faces are already apart by just inches. Your glassy, wide eyes gazing up at him shyly, your plump, pink lips slightly parted— showing just a peek of your tongue stained with red candy you were chewing on during the last period. He wanted to taste that.
His grip around your waist tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you look away from him. Your eyes wandered everywhere but to him.
He gripped your face gently and leaned in untill the inches between you became nothing.
A soft, gentle kiss right on top of your lips, he didn't go further. But after the kiss, he looked at you, and as he saw a tiny, reddish tongue dart out to lick your upper lip, he kissed you again— but this time, it was desperate, messy, sloppy, and audible.
Sweet, tiny noises escaped his lips during the kisses that sounded more like longing moans. You were literally bewildered and he didn't care.
His hands wandered, one slipped under your shirt as you gasped softly mid-kiss, and the other held you lovingly and firmly against himself as he continued devouring your lips like a man starved for months.
His hand caressed your bare waist soothingly as it continued wandering above, reaching the strap of your bra that's digging into your skin. He slipped a single digit underneath the tight, wired fabric and toyed with the strap as you gasped again, making him smile against your lips during the kiss.
The kiss continued, the red stained on your tongue now staining his as well, as he happily took in that sweet, sugary taste that was dancing in your mouth.
Good thing you're such a shy, ditzy girl and let him have his way with you so easily, well, he's not doing any harm, is he? He could touch you, keep you warm, massage your sore muscles, and make your voice go even higher as he imagined you moaning and whimpering on top of his body all dazed with pleasure.
He loved the way you gasped so softly when he slid his hand in your shirt, and gently squeezed the curve of your waist to earn more of your voice.
His touch felt electric, and it has been the first ever time you've got touched at all, let alone at such intimate places and so sexually it literally made you panic and gasp in excitement and suprise at the same time.
He broke the kiss, and whispered right on top of your lips as if he couldn't even manage to break the contact,
"I've been eyeing you around for a while recently. You're a sweet girl... Care to come to my house for a drink? I promise, I'll make it just as sweet as your lips are."
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A/N ♡ I cringed so bad writing this lmao, but it turned out fine ig. Cringed searching for "hot men pfp" on pinterest too, for the format decoration. Anyways eat, everybody even if the foods slightly burnt
goshhh idk i wanna read some JUICY LONG ASF yandere!prince (oc) x fem!reader fanfic that ends with smut. PLEASE DO SMTH LIKE THAT, PPL OF TUMBLR. PLS WRITE SMTH LIKE THAT AND FEED US. feed me please im starving I'm starving im starving I'm starving
(and if you DO end up writing smth like that pls let me know PLEASE. reblog this or atleast dm me)
STIPPPPPP I LOVE HIM SM MY HYPERFIXATIONS GOING INSANE I COULF CTACJ HIK IPEN AT 3 AM FOR 24 HRS STRAUGHT HES MT POOKIE WOOKIE I LOVE HIM SM DONT YOU THINK HES THE MODT PRECIOUS THING EVER
Hiii, I loved your yandere academic rival fic sm, can you write a similar fic of yandere!popularboy with a ditzy, kind, and sunshine reader trying to be friends w him and he goes batshit insane about you interacting w him
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Yan!PopularBoy with fem!reader ♡ I think around 3.5k words but not sure. Includes: Stalking, REALLY suggestive or nsfw-leaning content, fem!reader is stalked with a secret camera hidden in her plushie. Sweet, sunshine reader with a perverted, dickhead yandere that's lowk self-aware, but doesn't care. Slight warnings for second hand embarassment. All pics are taken from PINTEREST!!! Idk these people
You're not even sure why he's acting so indifferent towards your existence, has he genuinely not laid his eyes on you yet? Or is it just his popular boy ego saying no to interacting with new transfer girls, because, what, you're too beneath him to be worth noticing?
At this point you just decided to give up. You've been trying to interact with him a lot, introduce yourself and maybe become friends with him if he's kind enough to let you in his social circle.
But it seems he's not even kind enough to acknowledge your existence, huh?
Whatever it is, you decided to ignore it and move on. It's your last highschool year and you prioritised nothing over perfect grades because honestly, you're not the type of person who has social skills okay enough to even get a single genuine friend that's not feeling awkward by how "fake" you sound.
So you shifted your focus from trying to socialize with different people at school, to just studying and interacting with whoever just tolerates you.
Yan!Popularboy has been eyeing you a lot recently— the type of girl cheerful, ditzy and kind, the one who could bat her eyelashes and let out a soft, quiet "please?" and get anything she wants.
You looked like an angel, even your resting face wearing a pretty half-smile on your plump, pink lips that he wants to feel underneath his fingertips so bad.
Fluffy hair, soft, dainty voice, and long eyelashes— you looked like a doe. He was only physically attracted to you when he first met you, but being the dick he is, he decided to stalk you, not just digitally but physically too.
He slipped in a camera on some small plush you brought to school excitedly to show your friends, he did it in recess when you left the plush on your desk and went to touch-up your makeup in the bathroom.
And boy, did he love having done that.
You brought the plush to your bed, hugged it tightly against your chest, and slept all night completely oblivious that some dick in your school was drooling at the cleavage of your skimpy nightwear, while printing out pictures of you asleep to put in his wallet and on his walls like an obsessed madman out of his brains.
You talked to the plush like it was your baby, kissed it ten times a day and changed infront of it, completely clueless about the camera hidden in it.
And your voice literally made him go batshit insane everytime you whispered into the plush— the sweetest, most ridiculous things with the cutest, loveliest voice one could ever have the privilege of hearing.
"Cabbage. Your head is sooo round. It reminds me of a makeup sponge."
"Cuddle time, Cabbie~ It's been a long, exhausting day for me. And maybe for you too? Did you feel lonely when I was gone?"
"You look sooo adorable, Cabbage. You're the cutest creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I literally want to... EAT you!"
"I'm sorry, Cabbage. Did that traumatize you? Don't worry, even if I ate you, I'd be sure to eat a lot of actual cabbage so you won't get lonely in my stomach."
He couldn't help but smile lovingly at the footages of you shoving Cabbage into your chest as you rambled on about your day, his heart pounding as he imagined himself being in Cabbage's boots instead.
The way you smiled, the way you happily reached for the plush first whenever you entered your room, the way your body curves at a perfect angle where he could get a glimpse of some more exposed skin when you're asleep, the way you do your hair, write in your diary while sitting beside Cabbage... And above all, he wanted to have his face shoved into your plump, soft breasts that bounced at every miniscule movement you made. (a/n, sorry if i sound like a perverted male author)
It all made him fall so hard for you, and he couldn't help obsessing over you every night as he fantasized you grabbing him by the collar and shoving his massive figure underneath your much smaller one in bed, cuddling him, whispering sweet, stupid things in his ear and making him feel all warm and fuzzy both inside and outside.
He wanted you to on top of him, he wanted you to shove your hand inside his hoodie and drag it everywhere along the hard lines of his abs and chest, while your sweet lips kissed his and let him feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth, muffling all of your sweet moans as he imagined his hand gripping your soft body firmly on top of his.
His ears went red as he burned up, hugging a pillow and cuddling it while imagining it's you in his lap, as he watched you on the footage sweet-talking to Cabbage again.
You were an absolute sweetheart. Even if you were literally just talking to a plushie, he listened intently to every one of your words as you kept rambling on about your day to Cabbage, talking all about the people you love and dislike— and his eyes softened at the way you remaind so polite and respectful about the people you disliked, even in private when you thought nobody was listening.
He was absolutely mad in love with you, even when he's literally ignoring you at school when you look at him and wonder why he's so quiet when he's around you. You didn't understand it, and he knew. He watched your wide, glassy eyes glancing in his direction with a confused expression before turning away quickly as you realised his eyes were already on you.
He's slept with every girl in the campus and has interacted with almost everybody— some claiming he's pretty arrogant, some crushing on him so openly that he just casually dismisses, some wanting to get closer to him, you were literally insanely confused. You're the only one he hasn't talked to yet, but you put that thought away again, maybe he just thinks you're way below his standards to even worth interacting with.
He listens to you rant to Cabbage about the people in school as you brushed through your smooth, silky hair, returning your gaze to Cabbage as you brought the hair brush to the plushie's little form, brushing it's fur neatly.
"And sometimes, I just feel so lonely, Cabbage. I knew I told you last year that after I transfer schools, I'd surely try to get as many friends as I can and interact with a lot of people, but it's just not something that comes naturally for me."
He listened, nodded like he agreed to every word you said while his hand was brushing through his hair with a wide-tooth comb as he imagined you're the one doing it.
"Right, right. You should just come to me instead. You keep staring from a distance, tilting your head and very visibly contemplating your choice of approaching me, but you just never do. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have been so lonely."
His voice rang through the room, soft and boyish, as he tilted his head and hummed a tune half-heartedly with a raised eyebrow as if he's faux-judging you.
"But there's this one boy... that never talks to me. He's very popular, and has a lot of friends— boys and girls alike. I admit, I was a little afraid of approaching him. What if he was mean to me and embarassed me infront of others? Worse, what if his friends joined in? I'd literally cry on the spot."
Your voice was soft, quiet and sounded pretty sad. You pulled Cabbage into your lap and jumped right into bed.
His heart skipped a beat. He felt palpitations, sweat beading on his temples as he leaned in closer to the screen, putting down his drink as he watched you with more focus than he's ever had before.
"Oh." Was the single word that escaped his lips, faux-suprise and judgement were what it sounded like, but his eyes softened, and his arms around the pillow he usually imagines is you, tightened.
You closed your eyes, brought a hand up to rub one of them, and pulled the blanket up over yourself and Cabbage as you tried falling asleep.
Cabbage was facing away from your figure as you held it against your chest, so he couldn't really see you on the screen anymore.
He muttered a soft, 'fuck' under his breath and continued watching for a few more minutes but heard only soft snores from behind the camera in the plush.
He sighed and ran a hand through his lustrous hair, drawing it back away from his forehead.
"You're killing me, cabbage girl."
He felt tired, as he's been chronically deprived of sleep ever since he's got his eyes on you, and decided to just fall asleep and wake up for school later to meet you.
Dawn shone through his windows and woke him up from deep sleep, his brain replaying images of you in your skimpy nightwear before he stirred and raised from the matress.
He quickly got ready, put on his best clothes, styled his hair a bit differently this time, and sprayed a handful of perfume before packing up his schoolbag and leaving with nothing but a protein bar in his hand.
He wanted to check his phone, watch the footage of you waking up, changing clothes and getting ready but he knew you most probably got to school already as he was running late, so he switched his phone back off and put it in his pocket before getting in the car to the school.
The loud, chattering halls of your school early in the morning excited you, you usually liked being surrounded by people, especially the ones around your age with whom you can easily get along with, or atleast hope to.
But you knew you were unfamiliar with socializing, even though you tried a lot to get used to it. The moment someone's eyes are on you, you try to act kind, positive and polite, but the thought of being at ease and having casual conversations where you constantly don't ask people about their days and compliment something about them, didn't really work for you.
So you stayed quiet most of the time unless when talked to, and you were usually very polite and pretty formal. So people really didn't get casual with you. They too ask you about your day, maybe say your keychain looks cute, and move on. Nothing serious, nothing felt genuine, as every conversation you had with anybody only felt like polite introductions and honey-glazed words.
But today, you decided to try and get out of your comfort zone— the popular boy you've been eyeing for a while now, entered the school gates with a bag slung casually against his shoulder, when a group of other kids surrounded him and started talking to him.
Well, there goes your motivation to socialize. You can definitely try talking to him if you guys were alone, but with that big of a crowd surrounding him as he walked just made your words die down at your throat.
You just gave up and gathered a few books from your locker before you looked at your timetable, sighing as you tried to comprehend the fact you have two math periods assigned for you today.
Hours passed and the last period of the day came to an end. You packed your bags up quickly and noticed a few empty cans of soda under the desks infront of you. Knowing the entire class would probably be punished tomorrow for some random kids littering the classroom, you sighed and decided to clean out the trash yourself as others disappeared literally milliseconds after the bell rang.
You put your bag down on your chair as you began gathering the empty soda cans, the air around you soon starting to reek of sugary madness. Gosh, there were a lot. Not two or three cans, but maybe even ten.
As you were in the middle of the cleaning, you heard footsteps from outside the classroom echoing through the hallway, and assumed it's probably the janitor wiping out the floors.
The footsteps sounded more closer and closer, and soon you heard them right inside the classroom behind you.
You didn't turn, didn't say anything, and knew the janitor was probably gonna yell and ask who made such a mess all over the desks, and threaten to complain to the teachers about your class snacking secretly in the middle of lectures.
But you felt a warm hand gently patting the back of your shoulder to get your attention. You quickly turned to your back to see whom it was and to your suprise, it was the guy you very much wanted to become friends with.
Yan!PopularBoy stood infront of you with a small pout on his face, his eyes slanting downwards as he looked as troubled as ever.
"I have lost my phone. I believe it's probably somewhere in this building, but I'm not sure where as I've wandered almost everywhere from this morning."
You looked up, your lips slightly parted in confusion and slight suprise. His voice was soft and almost delicate, he sounded so polite and formal— a stark contrast to what you imagined conversing with him would sound like.
"Uhh... Sorry to hear that. You came here to search the class?"
"Close. I've already searched this one. And almost every part of this school I've wandered around today. I just wanted to see if I could get your phone for a second, to call mine."
In his head, the excuse sounded almost perfect. An excuse to leave his number on your phone and get yours on his.
He tilted his head, a sorry expression playing on his stupidly handsome face. His face looked so serene, sweet and even more beautiful up close, and his voice perfectly matched it, except the way how he remembers he used to giggle and kick his feet inside his room at dawn, his voice sounding like a violent hyena's mating calls while watching you sleep and snore quietly while hugging your small plushie.
Your eyes widened slightly as suprise spilled on your features at his request, but you complied without hesitation and pulled out your phone from inside your bag, handing it to him with the biggest smile on your face he's ever seen.
His heart melted. His eyes softened and with a gentle smile worn on his lips, he thanked you politely and started dialing numbers on it before realising he just put the lockscreen password on it without even asking you. He knows it because he's seen you scrolling on your phone from the camera inside of your plushie, and obviously you don't know that. He started panicking about you feeling suspicious about him and froze.
His eyes travelled quickly from the screen of your phone to your face, expecting a squint from your eyes, confusion, suspicion, or maybe even you starting to question him on the spot about how he was able to unlock it himself.
But to his suprise, you just stood there with that same big smile from ear to ear, waiting for him to do his thing and hand you your phone back.
He flashed an awkward smile and sighed internally in relief before the ringtone of his phone from somewhere started echoing through the hallway.
Right. He got your phone number. And got the delusion to think that maybe you'd start calling him, chat with him or what, even send him your nudes randomly. A wobbly smile played on his lips, as he thought to himself, what a dick head we are.
"Hear it? It's probably in the school auditorium. Thanks, cabbage girl."
You froze, tilting your head in confusion as you tried to process what on earth he just called you.
"Cabbage... girl...?"
Fuck.
"Oh! Uh, sorry. Don't know your name... you brought a toy one day... and called it 'Cabbage'..."
False. Ofcourse, his stalker ass knew your name. He just preferred calling you Cabbage girl because it made him feel more personal and known to you.
An airy, soft gasp escaped your lips, your eyes widening slightly as you took in his words. He remembered Cabbage.
"Wow... You know Cabbage! He's really popular? Looks like his name is known more than mine is! I'll bring him to school tomorrow!"
A soft, deep chuckle left his lips as he looked at you lovingly. He was literally going insane, his thoughts wandering into an inappropriate territory, his hands itching at his sides wanting to grab you by the face and squish your cheeks, kiss you mad, and bury his face in the crook of your neck to inhale that disgustingly sweet bubblegum scent you wore.
It drove him wild— he felt like an animal out of its cage being taunted with a piece of freshly chopped meat dangling right infront of its jaws.
How could you be this adorable? He thought of cornering you into some wall and pulling a kabedon on you, but you seemed so cheerful and friendly. What if you got upset? He'd want to see that side of you too, the side where you might frown, glare or even start yelling at him with that pretty voice of yours he couldn't imagine yelling.
"Yeah, yeah. He does seem pretty popular around here. Maybe you should reward him after going home."
He thought of you hugging that plush tight, the camera being shoved right into your plump breasts he so badly wanted to bury his face into and kiss all over. You do it daily, already, but he wanted to see a more wilder version of you, and he cursed himself for whatever he was thinking you'd be out there doing with your damn stuffed animal that he might even consider wild.
"Yes! I will definitely reward him after going home! I will tell him he's got a big fan!"
You giggled in delight, the thought of telling Cabbage that you finally got to talk to the boy you've been eyeing for so long, and the fact he was the one who approached you, and out of all things, the conversation turned back towards your little plush son...
He stepped in closer, leaned in a little and let out a low whisper even you could barely here—
"Mhm. Right. Make sure you reward him hefty tonight. Preferably with your clothes off."
You tilted your head, the last part of his whisper wasn't even audible enough to reach your ears, and he could see the confused "eh?" probably coming up your throat, but you nodded and gave him a thumbs up with a wobbly, infuriatingly adorable smile plastered on your lips.
"Sure! I'll feed him more cotton balls and make him fatter so he becomes even more cuddly for tomorrow. Make sure you come to see him!"
He chuckled, his feathery voice ringing in your ears— a hypnotising sound that you could listen to all day.
"Good. I'll see how cuddly he is... and test if he's inherited that from you."
He lowkey cringed at himself for saying that out loud. Sure, he does think of weirder and wilder stuff about you in his mind, but blurting it out loud is one thing.
But you thought of that as something entirely different— a sweet, soft voice talking about cuddling your lovely little Cabbage and yourself. Sure, it made you freeze internally and question if reality was trolling you when you first heard it— it was completely unexpected, coming from especially him, but nonetheless, you found it sweet.
"Uh- sure! I'll make sure to stuff cotton balls in my uniform too!"
He almost choked on air, but a loud, booming laugh escaped his throat— a genuine, amused sound that's rarely ever heard from him. Most of the time, it's that overly dramatic, mocking giggle he reserves for ridiculous conversations. But it's you saying ridiculous things, so ofcourse, how can he be the bitchy himself he usually is, with you?
"I'd rather advise against doing that. You look soft and cuddly enough just as you are."
A soft, pinkish hue dusted upon your cheeks as his words fell in your ears. You thought of him as an intimidating person for sure, maybe even mean. But seeing him like this just broke the entire imagination you had of him before this encounter. He's actually... sweet?
"Awh. Thank you, maybe it's my hair that makes me look soft? Should I cut my head off so that you could cuddle it alone-"
You slapped both of your hands over your mouth, a loud plap that made him laugh even louder than before. You're just as ridiculous as you are when left alone with Cabbage, huh. And he thinks it's adorable.
He could see you getting flustered, embarassment striking upon your features as your face starts to get redder and redder.
"-Haha, c'mere."
In the midst of all the laughing, he stepped in closer and pulled you into his much bigger body, his large hand caressing the back of your waist softly as the other one rested on your head, giving you small headpats.
You froze. With a strong mix of embarrassment, shyness, and not knowing what to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck on top of his shoulders, and looked up at him for approval like you were writing an assignment you wanted assistance in.
He looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration and the sweetest smile ever. The first time he's looking at you up close, and your faces are already apart by just inches. Your glassy, wide eyes gazing up at him shyly, your plump, pink lips slightly parted— showing just a peek of your tongue stained with red candy you were chewing on during the last period. He wanted to taste that.
His grip around your waist tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you look away from him. Your eyes wandered everywhere but to him.
He gripped your face gently and leaned in untill the inches between you became nothing.
A soft, gentle kiss right on top of your lips, he didn't go further. But after the kiss, he looked at you, and as he saw a tiny, reddish tongue dart out to lick your upper lip, he kissed you again— but this time, it was desperate, messy, sloppy, and audible.
Sweet, tiny noises escaped his lips during the kisses that sounded more like longing moans. You were literally bewildered and he didn't care.
His hands wandered, one slipped under your shirt as you gasped softly mid-kiss, and the other held you lovingly and firmly against himself as he continued devouring your lips like a man starved for months.
His hand caressed your bare waist soothingly as it continued wandering above, reaching the strap of your bra that's digging into your skin. He slipped a single digit underneath the tight, wired fabric and toyed with the strap as you gasped again, making him smile against your lips during the kiss.
The kiss continued, the red stained on your tongue now staining his as well, as he happily took in that sweet, sugary taste that was dancing in your mouth.
Good thing you're such a shy, ditzy girl and let him have his way with you so easily, well, he's not doing any harm, is he? He could touch you, keep you warm, massage your sore muscles, and make your voice go even higher as he imagined you moaning and whimpering on top of his body all dazed with pleasure.
He loved the way you gasped so softly when he slid his hand in your shirt, and gently squeezed the curve of your waist to earn more of your voice.
His touch felt electric, and it has been the first ever time you've got touched at all, let alone at such intimate places and so sexually it literally made you panic and gasp in excitement and suprise at the same time.
He broke the kiss, and whispered right on top of your lips as if he couldn't even manage to break the contact,
"I've been eyeing you around for a while recently. You're a sweet girl... Care to come to my house for a drink? I promise, I'll make it just as sweet as your lips are."
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A/N ♡ I cringed so bad writing this lmao, but it turned out fine ig. Cringed searching for "hot men pfp" on pinterest too, for the format decoration. Anyways eat, everybody even if the foods slightly burnt
Hiii, I loved your yandere academic rival fic sm, can you write a similar fic of yandere!popularboy with a ditzy, kind, and sunshine reader trying to be friends w him and he goes batshit insane about you interacting w him
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Yan!PopularBoy with fem!reader ♡ I think around 3.5k words but not sure. Includes: Stalking, REALLY suggestive or nsfw-leaning content, fem!reader is stalked with a secret camera hidden in her plushie. Sweet, sunshine reader with a perverted, dickhead yandere that's lowk self-aware, but doesn't care. Slight warnings for second hand embarassment. All pics are taken from PINTEREST!!! Idk these people
You're not even sure why he's acting so indifferent towards your existence, has he genuinely not laid his eyes on you yet? Or is it just his popular boy ego saying no to interacting with new transfer girls, because, what, you're too beneath him to be worth noticing?
At this point you just decided to give up. You've been trying to interact with him a lot, introduce yourself and maybe become friends with him if he's kind enough to let you in his social circle.
But it seems he's not even kind enough to acknowledge your existence, huh?
Whatever it is, you decided to ignore it and move on. It's your last highschool year and you prioritised nothing over perfect grades because honestly, you're not the type of person who has social skills okay enough to even get a single genuine friend that's not feeling awkward by how "fake" you sound.
So you shifted your focus from trying to socialize with different people at school, to just studying and interacting with whoever just tolerates you.
Yan!Popularboy has been eyeing you a lot recently— the type of girl cheerful, ditzy and kind, the one who could bat her eyelashes and let out a soft, quiet "please?" and get anything she wants.
You looked like an angel, even your resting face wearing a pretty half-smile on your plump, pink lips that he wants to feel underneath his fingertips so bad.
Fluffy hair, soft, dainty voice, and long eyelashes— you looked like a doe. He was only physically attracted to you when he first met you, but being the dick he is, he decided to stalk you, not just digitally but physically too.
He slipped in a camera on some small plush you brought to school excitedly to show your friends, he did it in recess when you left the plush on your desk and went to touch-up your makeup in the bathroom.
And boy, did he love having done that.
You brought the plush to your bed, hugged it tightly against your chest, and slept all night completely oblivious that some dick in your school was drooling at the cleavage of your skimpy nightwear, while printing out pictures of you asleep to put in his wallet and on his walls like an obsessed madman out of his brains.
You talked to the plush like it was your baby, kissed it ten times a day and changed infront of it, completely clueless about the camera hidden in it.
And your voice literally made him go batshit insane everytime you whispered into the plush— the sweetest, most ridiculous things with the cutest, loveliest voice one could ever have the privilege of hearing.
"Cabbage. Your head is sooo round. It reminds me of a makeup sponge."
"Cuddle time, Cabbie~ It's been a long, exhausting day for me. And maybe for you too? Did you feel lonely when I was gone?"
"You look sooo adorable, Cabbage. You're the cutest creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I literally want to... EAT you!"
"I'm sorry, Cabbage. Did that traumatize you? Don't worry, even if I ate you, I'd be sure to eat a lot of actual cabbage so you won't get lonely in my stomach."
He couldn't help but smile lovingly at the footages of you shoving Cabbage into your chest as you rambled on about your day, his heart pounding as he imagined himself being in Cabbage's boots instead.
The way you smiled, the way you happily reached for the plush first whenever you entered your room, the way your body curves at a perfect angle where he could get a glimpse of some more exposed skin when you're asleep, the way you do your hair, write in your diary while sitting beside Cabbage... And above all, he wanted to have his face shoved into your plump, soft breasts that bounced at every miniscule movement you made. (a/n, sorry if i sound like a perverted male author)
It all made him fall so hard for you, and he couldn't help obsessing over you every night as he fantasized you grabbing him by the collar and shoving his massive figure underneath your much smaller one in bed, cuddling him, whispering sweet, stupid things in his ear and making him feel all warm and fuzzy both inside and outside.
He wanted you to on top of him, he wanted you to shove your hand inside his hoodie and drag it everywhere along the hard lines of his abs and chest, while your sweet lips kissed his and let him feel his tongue everywhere in your mouth, muffling all of your sweet moans as he imagined his hand gripping your soft body firmly on top of his.
His ears went red as he burned up, hugging a pillow and cuddling it while imagining it's you in his lap, as he watched you on the footage sweet-talking to Cabbage again.
You were an absolute sweetheart. Even if you were literally just talking to a plushie, he listened intently to every one of your words as you kept rambling on about your day to Cabbage, talking all about the people you love and dislike— and his eyes softened at the way you remaind so polite and respectful about the people you disliked, even in private when you thought nobody was listening.
He was absolutely mad in love with you, even when he's literally ignoring you at school when you look at him and wonder why he's so quiet when he's around you. You didn't understand it, and he knew. He watched your wide, glassy eyes glancing in his direction with a confused expression before turning away quickly as you realised his eyes were already on you.
He's slept with every girl in the campus and has interacted with almost everybody— some claiming he's pretty arrogant, some crushing on him so openly that he just casually dismisses, some wanting to get closer to him, you were literally insanely confused. You're the only one he hasn't talked to yet, but you put that thought away again, maybe he just thinks you're way below his standards to even worth interacting with.
He listens to you rant to Cabbage about the people in school as you brushed through your smooth, silky hair, returning your gaze to Cabbage as you brought the hair brush to the plushie's little form, brushing it's fur neatly.
"And sometimes, I just feel so lonely, Cabbage. I knew I told you last year that after I transfer schools, I'd surely try to get as many friends as I can and interact with a lot of people, but it's just not something that comes naturally for me."
He listened, nodded like he agreed to every word you said while his hand was brushing through his hair with a wide-tooth comb as he imagined you're the one doing it.
"Right, right. You should just come to me instead. You keep staring from a distance, tilting your head and very visibly contemplating your choice of approaching me, but you just never do. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have been so lonely."
His voice rang through the room, soft and boyish, as he tilted his head and hummed a tune half-heartedly with a raised eyebrow as if he's faux-judging you.
"But there's this one boy... that never talks to me. He's very popular, and has a lot of friends— boys and girls alike. I admit, I was a little afraid of approaching him. What if he was mean to me and embarassed me infront of others? Worse, what if his friends joined in? I'd literally cry on the spot."
Your voice was soft, quiet and sounded pretty sad. You pulled Cabbage into your lap and jumped right into bed.
His heart skipped a beat. He felt palpitations, sweat beading on his temples as he leaned in closer to the screen, putting down his drink as he watched you with more focus than he's ever had before.
"Oh." Was the single word that escaped his lips, faux-suprise and judgement were what it sounded like, but his eyes softened, and his arms around the pillow he usually imagines is you, tightened.
You closed your eyes, brought a hand up to rub one of them, and pulled the blanket up over yourself and Cabbage as you tried falling asleep.
Cabbage was facing away from your figure as you held it against your chest, so he couldn't really see you on the screen anymore.
He muttered a soft, 'fuck' under his breath and continued watching for a few more minutes but heard only soft snores from behind the camera in the plush.
He sighed and ran a hand through his lustrous hair, drawing it back away from his forehead.
"You're killing me, cabbage girl."
He felt tired, as he's been chronically deprived of sleep ever since he's got his eyes on you, and decided to just fall asleep and wake up for school later to meet you.
Dawn shone through his windows and woke him up from deep sleep, his brain replaying images of you in your skimpy nightwear before he stirred and raised from the matress.
He quickly got ready, put on his best clothes, styled his hair a bit differently this time, and sprayed a handful of perfume before packing up his schoolbag and leaving with nothing but a protein bar in his hand.
He wanted to check his phone, watch the footage of you waking up, changing clothes and getting ready but he knew you most probably got to school already as he was running late, so he switched his phone back off and put it in his pocket before getting in the car to the school.
The loud, chattering halls of your school early in the morning excited you, you usually liked being surrounded by people, especially the ones around your age with whom you can easily get along with, or atleast hope to.
But you knew you were unfamiliar with socializing, even though you tried a lot to get used to it. The moment someone's eyes are on you, you try to act kind, positive and polite, but the thought of being at ease and having casual conversations where you constantly don't ask people about their days and compliment something about them, didn't really work for you.
So you stayed quiet most of the time unless when talked to, and you were usually very polite and pretty formal. So people really didn't get casual with you. They too ask you about your day, maybe say your keychain looks cute, and move on. Nothing serious, nothing felt genuine, as every conversation you had with anybody only felt like polite introductions and honey-glazed words.
But today, you decided to try and get out of your comfort zone— the popular boy you've been eyeing for a while now, entered the school gates with a bag slung casually against his shoulder, when a group of other kids surrounded him and started talking to him.
Well, there goes your motivation to socialize. You can definitely try talking to him if you guys were alone, but with that big of a crowd surrounding him as he walked just made your words die down at your throat.
You just gave up and gathered a few books from your locker before you looked at your timetable, sighing as you tried to comprehend the fact you have two math periods assigned for you today.
Hours passed and the last period of the day came to an end. You packed your bags up quickly and noticed a few empty cans of soda under the desks infront of you. Knowing the entire class would probably be punished tomorrow for some random kids littering the classroom, you sighed and decided to clean out the trash yourself as others disappeared literally milliseconds after the bell rang.
You put your bag down on your chair as you began gathering the empty soda cans, the air around you soon starting to reek of sugary madness. Gosh, there were a lot. Not two or three cans, but maybe even ten.
As you were in the middle of the cleaning, you heard footsteps from outside the classroom echoing through the hallway, and assumed it's probably the janitor wiping out the floors.
The footsteps sounded more closer and closer, and soon you heard them right inside the classroom behind you.
You didn't turn, didn't say anything, and knew the janitor was probably gonna yell and ask who made such a mess all over the desks, and threaten to complain to the teachers about your class snacking secretly in the middle of lectures.
But you felt a warm hand gently patting the back of your shoulder to get your attention. You quickly turned to your back to see whom it was and to your suprise, it was the guy you very much wanted to become friends with.
Yan!PopularBoy stood infront of you with a small pout on his face, his eyes slanting downwards as he looked as troubled as ever.
"I have lost my phone. I believe it's probably somewhere in this building, but I'm not sure where as I've wandered almost everywhere from this morning."
You looked up, your lips slightly parted in confusion and slight suprise. His voice was soft and almost delicate, he sounded so polite and formal— a stark contrast to what you imagined conversing with him would sound like.
"Uhh... Sorry to hear that. You came here to search the class?"
"Close. I've already searched this one. And almost every part of this school I've wandered around today. I just wanted to see if I could get your phone for a second, to call mine."
In his head, the excuse sounded almost perfect. An excuse to leave his number on your phone and get yours on his.
He tilted his head, a sorry expression playing on his stupidly handsome face. His face looked so serene, sweet and even more beautiful up close, and his voice perfectly matched it, except the way how he remembers he used to giggle and kick his feet inside his room at dawn, his voice sounding like a violent hyena's mating calls while watching you sleep and snore quietly while hugging your small plushie.
Your eyes widened slightly as suprise spilled on your features at his request, but you complied without hesitation and pulled out your phone from inside your bag, handing it to him with the biggest smile on your face he's ever seen.
His heart melted. His eyes softened and with a gentle smile worn on his lips, he thanked you politely and started dialing numbers on it before realising he just put the lockscreen password on it without even asking you. He knows it because he's seen you scrolling on your phone from the camera inside of your plushie, and obviously you don't know that. He started panicking about you feeling suspicious about him and froze.
His eyes travelled quickly from the screen of your phone to your face, expecting a squint from your eyes, confusion, suspicion, or maybe even you starting to question him on the spot about how he was able to unlock it himself.
But to his suprise, you just stood there with that same big smile from ear to ear, waiting for him to do his thing and hand you your phone back.
He flashed an awkward smile and sighed internally in relief before the ringtone of his phone from somewhere started echoing through the hallway.
Right. He got your phone number. And got the delusion to think that maybe you'd start calling him, chat with him or what, even send him your nudes randomly. A wobbly smile played on his lips, as he thought to himself, what a dick head we are.
"Hear it? It's probably in the school auditorium. Thanks, cabbage girl."
You froze, tilting your head in confusion as you tried to process what on earth he just called you.
"Cabbage... girl...?"
Fuck.
"Oh! Uh, sorry. Don't know your name... you brought a toy one day... and called it 'Cabbage'..."
False. Ofcourse, his stalker ass knew your name. He just preferred calling you Cabbage girl because it made him feel more personal and known to you.
An airy, soft gasp escaped your lips, your eyes widening slightly as you took in his words. He remembered Cabbage.
"Wow... You know Cabbage! He's really popular? Looks like his name is known more than mine is! I'll bring him to school tomorrow!"
A soft, deep chuckle left his lips as he looked at you lovingly. He was literally going insane, his thoughts wandering into an inappropriate territory, his hands itching at his sides wanting to grab you by the face and squish your cheeks, kiss you mad, and bury his face in the crook of your neck to inhale that disgustingly sweet bubblegum scent you wore.
It drove him wild— he felt like an animal out of its cage being taunted with a piece of freshly chopped meat dangling right infront of its jaws.
How could you be this adorable? He thought of cornering you into some wall and pulling a kabedon on you, but you seemed so cheerful and friendly. What if you got upset? He'd want to see that side of you too, the side where you might frown, glare or even start yelling at him with that pretty voice of yours he couldn't imagine yelling.
"Yeah, yeah. He does seem pretty popular around here. Maybe you should reward him after going home."
He thought of you hugging that plush tight, the camera being shoved right into your plump breasts he so badly wanted to bury his face into and kiss all over. You do it daily, already, but he wanted to see a more wilder version of you, and he cursed himself for whatever he was thinking you'd be out there doing with your damn stuffed animal that he might even consider wild.
"Yes! I will definitely reward him after going home! I will tell him he's got a big fan!"
You giggled in delight, the thought of telling Cabbage that you finally got to talk to the boy you've been eyeing for so long, and the fact he was the one who approached you, and out of all things, the conversation turned back towards your little plush son...
He stepped in closer, leaned in a little and let out a low whisper even you could barely here—
"Mhm. Right. Make sure you reward him hefty tonight. Preferably with your clothes off."
You tilted your head, the last part of his whisper wasn't even audible enough to reach your ears, and he could see the confused "eh?" probably coming up your throat, but you nodded and gave him a thumbs up with a wobbly, infuriatingly adorable smile plastered on your lips.
"Sure! I'll feed him more cotton balls and make him fatter so he becomes even more cuddly for tomorrow. Make sure you come to see him!"
He chuckled, his feathery voice ringing in your ears— a hypnotising sound that you could listen to all day.
"Good. I'll see how cuddly he is... and test if he's inherited that from you."
He lowkey cringed at himself for saying that out loud. Sure, he does think of weirder and wilder stuff about you in his mind, but blurting it out loud is one thing.
But you thought of that as something entirely different— a sweet, soft voice talking about cuddling your lovely little Cabbage and yourself. Sure, it made you freeze internally and question if reality was trolling you when you first heard it— it was completely unexpected, coming from especially him, but nonetheless, you found it sweet.
"Uh- sure! I'll make sure to stuff cotton balls in my uniform too!"
He almost choked on air, but a loud, booming laugh escaped his throat— a genuine, amused sound that's rarely ever heard from him. Most of the time, it's that overly dramatic, mocking giggle he reserves for ridiculous conversations. But it's you saying ridiculous things, so ofcourse, how can he be the bitchy himself he usually is, with you?
"I'd rather advise against doing that. You look soft and cuddly enough just as you are."
A soft, pinkish hue dusted upon your cheeks as his words fell in your ears. You thought of him as an intimidating person for sure, maybe even mean. But seeing him like this just broke the entire imagination you had of him before this encounter. He's actually... sweet?
"Awh. Thank you, maybe it's my hair that makes me look soft? Should I cut my head off so that you could cuddle it alone-"
You slapped both of your hands over your mouth, a loud plap that made him laugh even louder than before. You're just as ridiculous as you are when left alone with Cabbage, huh. And he thinks it's adorable.
He could see you getting flustered, embarassment striking upon your features as your face starts to get redder and redder.
"-Haha, c'mere."
In the midst of all the laughing, he stepped in closer and pulled you into his much bigger body, his large hand caressing the back of your waist softly as the other one rested on your head, giving you small headpats.
You froze. With a strong mix of embarrassment, shyness, and not knowing what to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck on top of his shoulders, and looked up at him for approval like you were writing an assignment you wanted assistance in.
He looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration and the sweetest smile ever. The first time he's looking at you up close, and your faces are already apart by just inches. Your glassy, wide eyes gazing up at him shyly, your plump, pink lips slightly parted— showing just a peek of your tongue stained with red candy you were chewing on during the last period. He wanted to taste that.
His grip around your waist tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you look away from him. Your eyes wandered everywhere but to him.
He gripped your face gently and leaned in untill the inches between you became nothing.
A soft, gentle kiss right on top of your lips, he didn't go further. But after the kiss, he looked at you, and as he saw a tiny, reddish tongue dart out to lick your upper lip, he kissed you again— but this time, it was desperate, messy, sloppy, and audible.
Sweet, tiny noises escaped his lips during the kisses that sounded more like longing moans. You were literally bewildered and he didn't care.
His hands wandered, one slipped under your shirt as you gasped softly mid-kiss, and the other held you lovingly and firmly against himself as he continued devouring your lips like a man starved for months.
His hand caressed your bare waist soothingly as it continued wandering above, reaching the strap of your bra that's digging into your skin. He slipped a single digit underneath the tight, wired fabric and toyed with the strap as you gasped again, making him smile against your lips during the kiss.
The kiss continued, the red stained on your tongue now staining his as well, as he happily took in that sweet, sugary taste that was dancing in your mouth.
Good thing you're such a shy, ditzy girl and let him have his way with you so easily, well, he's not doing any harm, is he? He could touch you, keep you warm, massage your sore muscles, and make your voice go even higher as he imagined you moaning and whimpering on top of his body all dazed with pleasure.
He loved the way you gasped so softly when he slid his hand in your shirt, and gently squeezed the curve of your waist to earn more of your voice.
His touch felt electric, and it has been the first ever time you've got touched at all, let alone at such intimate places and so sexually it literally made you panic and gasp in excitement and suprise at the same time.
He broke the kiss, and whispered right on top of your lips as if he couldn't even manage to break the contact,
"I've been eyeing you around for a while recently. You're a sweet girl... Care to come to my house for a drink? I promise, I'll make it just as sweet as your lips are."
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A/N ♡ I cringed so bad writing this lmao, but it turned out fine ig. Cringed searching for "hot men pfp" on pinterest too, for the format decoration. Anyways eat, everybody even if the foods slightly burnt
Yan!AcademicRival x Fem!Reader ♡ Contains suggestive themes ♡ I don't know word count ♡
Yan!AcademicRival has only recently been transferred to your school, and has already made it to the top ranks, with teachers praising everything about him— his manners, his punctuality, his academic performance, how disciplined he is, and whatever, whatever. All you could do is glare at him with quiet rage as he stares from across the class, holding straight A+ papers and sticking his tongue out in loud pride.
It wasn't even his excellence in academics that annoys you, infact, you actually wanted to befriend him and get to know his study techniques when you first met him. You wanted to ask him to tutor you, help you get above the topics that tugged on your hair and made you feel behind, and above all, you wanted to get to know him.
But he? He made everything a race. Not just academics. Showing up to school first, finishing the test on time, submitting assignments even before deadline, it's like he was a madman.
You, on the other hand, didn't want any of this. And you had no idea why he was competing with only you of all other people— maybe it was your grades that paralleled his, or the way teachers praise you like a well-behaved puppy every time your name was brought up in a conversation.
Whatever it was, you didn't like it.
But you knew he did, and somehow that made something stir in your stomach.
Yan!AcademicRival appeared in the gates of your school disgustingly early again, his backpack slung casually across his shoulder as his cool grey eyes scanned the scene in his vision expecting your entrance.
And once he caught your figure in the distance, hands hooked with your friends' and chatting happily, he felt something in his chest shifting.
He didn't feel jealousy in a heart-wrenching, sad way. He felt it in a way that was petty and possessive, and he knew it. But did that bother him? No. He could be all petty and possessive when it comes to you, and he'd happily allow himself to.
You're his, afterall. And he's yours.
Yan!AcademicRival knew this school was way below what's worth his admission, but begged his parents to go here just so he could be with you.
Ofcourse, he'd have known you well even before he got here. And you didn't have to know why or how. He could just know things about you, because ofcourse, you're his, and he believes he has the right to.
Yan!AcademicRival waited for your friends to part ways with you, for their respective classes, so he could come and shove himself into your vision, all just to be petty and annoying about stepping in the school gates first this morning.
"Did your momma have to drag your ass out of the bed for you to start getting ready? Or had you forgotten about me attending this school, that you lost the interest in showing up anymore?"
His voice was smooth and laced with fiery pride and arrogance, his lips wearing that same mocking smirk he always flashes you when you're glaring knives into his eyes with an adorable (disgusted) scrunch on your nose.
"Quite the opposite, actually. I remembered you attend this school and sank back into bed after losing the interest to even show up."
You shot back, a hand on your hip as you rolled your eyes, in a way that made him want to make your eyes roll back from what he could be doing with your body, if you ever let him put his hands on you.
He chuckled, a soft, smooth sound strongly contrasting the way his eyes were travelling up and down your figure in an audaciously judgmental way.
You wanted to slap his pretty face and shut him up.
He wanted to slap you too, but somewhere else and for entirely different reasons.
And he could see it in your eyes, the disgust, the hatred, and it's all brewing something dangerous in his chest— the desire to turn that disgust into a flustered mess, turn that sassy, confident voice into pleasured moans, and make you want to cup his pretty face and kiss him nasty, like he wanted to do to you.
"Awh, you fear me that much? Huh? You wanna transfer schools because you can't handle a challenge? Can't handle competition? What, you wanna spend the last of your highschool year having fun?"
He stepped in closer, his voice taunting and smirk widening. He could see you practically seething, your eyebrows knitting together, lips forming a beautiful frown he wishes he could kiss off your face.
"False. I could handle competition all for what it is. I'm just you-phobic. I can't handle you."
You stuck a finger up in the air and tried to shoo him away like he was a rabid dog trying to eat your shoe. But all he did was get closer and plant a hand on the wall beside your head, leaning dangerously close to your face with that pretty smirk still present on his lips.
Your brain did a short-circuiting moment when your nostrils were filled with his scent— sandalwood, old books, and something so uniquely him, that it felt strangely intimate.
"I'm flattered. So it's not my grades. It's me. Guess we could work with that, huh?"
That whisper. Your eyes widened, now that was audacious. He's right infront of you, face almost shoved into your neck as he whispered insufferable things into your ear with that airy, feathery voice he had. You tried to sound as rude and offensive as possible, so he finally gets enough of your attitude and decides leaving you alone is a better choice.
"Yeah, go work on your personality. Work on learning to shut up when needed. And please work on learning about maintaining an appropriate social distance with your classmates, because honestly, you stink."
His eyes widened, lips parting as he took in the audacity your words contained. He was shocked. Stink? HIM? No way. He was certain you blurted that out just to piss him off.
Because how could that be true?
He spent four hours getting ready for school just so he could be pretty for you, smell good for you, and apply scented lotion on every part of his body so he could have soft skin just incase you touched him (don't blame him for being too hopeful).
Before you could even take your sweet time rolling your eyes at him looking shocked, he literally looked like he's about to burst into flames and start screaming at you to sniff him untill you admitted he smelled good, no, not just 'good'. He didn't wake up at four in the morning to get ready to be mediocre. He wanted you to admit he smells scrumptious, like a dessert, like you wanted to consume him.
"Stink... Huh. Like what? I smell like what? Fish? Say it."
His eyes bore into yours in a way he let you know he isn't going to let you go unless this conversation's done.
"You stink with PETTINESS."
He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing— except it sounded more like it was from relief than frustration. He'd have pulled his hair out and banged his head on the wall if you were being serious when you said he stank.
"...in that case, I suppose our scents are the same, love. As long as you're being petty with only me, it's all fine. I want you to be showing all of your attitude only to me."
...
Your eyes widened. Where from the deepest pits of hell did that affectionate term pop up from? And what the actual pieces of hell is he even blurting out? Is he insane?
"...what. First of all, what's with that name? Second of all, I'm being a total bitch to you, justified, by the way, and you're telling me... you like it?"
It took you a sweet second to realise his lips came crashing down into yours, a cherry-like sweetness clinging to his tongue as he pushed into your lips nastily, strings of saliva dripping down your chin while he kissed you proudly, the hand planted on the wall beside your head tangling into your hair as his other arm wrapped itself tight and snug around your waist.
His body naturally leaned into you, both of your chests collided and pressed against eachother, his tongue going all crazy while licking your lips and dragging all the dripping saliva back into his mouth like it's chocolate.
And after a sweet moment of messy and desperate kissing, he pulled back and wiped his wet chin clean with a hand kerchief, the same one he handed you over to clean yourself up. The moment his kerchief touched your lips, stained with the soft, glittery baby pink of your lip gloss and the mix of his and your saliva, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction and lips pulled back into that same, devastatingly handsome smirk.
You still stared at him, bewildered and yet to realise it's his hand kerchief that you're pressing against your lips, a soft pinkish hue dusted on your cheeks as you slowly took in the moment that happened between you and him.
"That lip gloss suits you. And me. Wear it more frequently, dear rival. Because we'll be kissing a lot more often from now on."
Yan!AcademicRival x Fem!Reader ♡ Contains suggestive themes ♡ I don't know word count ♡
Yan!AcademicRival has only recently been transferred to your school, and has already made it to the top ranks, with teachers praising everything about him— his manners, his punctuality, his academic performance, how disciplined he is, and whatever, whatever. All you could do is glare at him with quiet rage as he stares from across the class, holding straight A+ papers and sticking his tongue out in loud pride.
It wasn't even his excellence in academics that annoys you, infact, you actually wanted to befriend him and get to know his study techniques when you first met him. You wanted to ask him to tutor you, help you get above the topics that tugged on your hair and made you feel behind, and above all, you wanted to get to know him.
But he? He made everything a race. Not just academics. Showing up to school first, finishing the test on time, submitting assignments even before deadline, it's like he was a madman.
You, on the other hand, didn't want any of this. And you had no idea why he was competing with only you of all other people— maybe it was your grades that paralleled his, or the way teachers praise you like a well-behaved puppy every time your name was brought up in a conversation.
Whatever it was, you didn't like it.
But you knew he did, and somehow that made something stir in your stomach.
Yan!AcademicRival appeared in the gates of your school disgustingly early again, his backpack slung casually across his shoulder as his cool grey eyes scanned the scene in his vision expecting your entrance.
And once he caught your figure in the distance, hands hooked with your friends' and chatting happily, he felt something in his chest shifting.
He didn't feel jealousy in a heart-wrenching, sad way. He felt it in a way that was petty and possessive, and he knew it. But did that bother him? No. He could be all petty and possessive when it comes to you, and he'd happily allow himself to.
You're his, afterall. And he's yours.
Yan!AcademicRival knew this school was way below what's worth his admission, but begged his parents to go here just so he could be with you.
Ofcourse, he'd have known you well even before he got here. And you didn't have to know why or how. He could just know things about you, because ofcourse, you're his, and he believes he has the right to.
Yan!AcademicRival waited for your friends to part ways with you, for their respective classes, so he could come and shove himself into your vision, all just to be petty and annoying about stepping in the school gates first this morning.
"Did your momma have to drag your ass out of the bed for you to start getting ready? Or had you forgotten about me attending this school, that you lost the interest in showing up anymore?"
His voice was smooth and laced with fiery pride and arrogance, his lips wearing that same mocking smirk he always flashes you when you're glaring knives into his eyes with an adorable (disgusted) scrunch on your nose.
"Quite the opposite, actually. I remembered you attend this school and sank back into bed after losing the interest to even show up."
You shot back, a hand on your hip as you rolled your eyes, in a way that made him want to make your eyes roll back from what he could be doing with your body, if you ever let him put his hands on you.
He chuckled, a soft, smooth sound strongly contrasting the way his eyes were travelling up and down your figure in an audaciously judgmental way.
You wanted to slap his pretty face and shut him up.
He wanted to slap you too, but somewhere else and for entirely different reasons.
And he could see it in your eyes, the disgust, the hatred, and it's all brewing something dangerous in his chest— the desire to turn that disgust into a flustered mess, turn that sassy, confident voice into pleasured moans, and make you want to cup his pretty face and kiss him nasty, like he wanted to do to you.
"Awh, you fear me that much? Huh? You wanna transfer schools because you can't handle a challenge? Can't handle competition? What, you wanna spend the last of your highschool year having fun?"
He stepped in closer, his voice taunting and smirk widening. He could see you practically seething, your eyebrows knitting together, lips forming a beautiful frown he wishes he could kiss off your face.
"False. I could handle competition all for what it is. I'm just you-phobic. I can't handle you."
You stuck a finger up in the air and tried to shoo him away like he was a rabid dog trying to eat your shoe. But all he did was get closer and plant a hand on the wall beside your head, leaning dangerously close to your face with that pretty smirk still present on his lips.
Your brain did a short-circuiting moment when your nostrils were filled with his scent— sandalwood, old books, and something so uniquely him, that it felt strangely intimate.
"I'm flattered. So it's not my grades. It's me. Guess we could work with that, huh?"
That whisper. Your eyes widened, now that was audacious. He's right infront of you, face almost shoved into your neck as he whispered insufferable things into your ear with that airy, feathery voice he had. You tried to sound as rude and offensive as possible, so he finally gets enough of your attitude and decides leaving you alone is a better choice.
"Yeah, go work on your personality. Work on learning to shut up when needed. And please work on learning about maintaining an appropriate social distance with your classmates, because honestly, you stink."
His eyes widened, lips parting as he took in the audacity your words contained. He was shocked. Stink? HIM? No way. He was certain you blurted that out just to piss him off.
Because how could that be true?
He spent four hours getting ready for school just so he could be pretty for you, smell good for you, and apply scented lotion on every part of his body so he could have soft skin just incase you touched him (don't blame him for being too hopeful).
Before you could even take your sweet time rolling your eyes at him looking shocked, he literally looked like he's about to burst into flames and start screaming at you to sniff him untill you admitted he smelled good, no, not just 'good'. He didn't wake up at four in the morning to get ready to be mediocre. He wanted you to admit he smells scrumptious, like a dessert, like you wanted to consume him.
"Stink... Huh. Like what? I smell like what? Fish? Say it."
His eyes bore into yours in a way he let you know he isn't going to let you go unless this conversation's done.
"You stink with PETTINESS."
He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing— except it sounded more like it was from relief than frustration. He'd have pulled his hair out and banged his head on the wall if you were being serious when you said he stank.
"...in that case, I suppose our scents are the same, love. As long as you're being petty with only me, it's all fine. I want you to be showing all of your attitude only to me."
...
Your eyes widened. Where from the deepest pits of hell did that affectionate term pop up from? And what the actual pieces of hell is he even blurting out? Is he insane?
"...what. First of all, what's with that name? Second of all, I'm being a total bitch to you, justified, by the way, and you're telling me... you like it?"
It took you a sweet second to realise his lips came crashing down into yours, a cherry-like sweetness clinging to his tongue as he pushed into your lips nastily, strings of saliva dripping down your chin while he kissed you proudly, the hand planted on the wall beside your head tangling into your hair as his other arm wrapped itself tight and snug around your waist.
His body naturally leaned into you, both of your chests collided and pressed against eachother, his tongue going all crazy while licking your lips and dragging all the dripping saliva back into his mouth like it's chocolate.
And after a sweet moment of messy and desperate kissing, he pulled back and wiped his wet chin clean with a hand kerchief, the same one he handed you over to clean yourself up. The moment his kerchief touched your lips, stained with the soft, glittery baby pink of your lip gloss and the mix of his and your saliva, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction and lips pulled back into that same, devastatingly handsome smirk.
You still stared at him, bewildered and yet to realise it's his hand kerchief that you're pressing against your lips, a soft pinkish hue dusted on your cheeks as you slowly took in the moment that happened between you and him.
"That lip gloss suits you. And me. Wear it more frequently, dear rival. Because we'll be kissing a lot more often from now on."
