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[meiru-sama]

Hihi I just read ur yandere student work and I can't help but feel like this vibe from the drama "Teach you a lesson" or in the webcomic version "get schooled" huhu

GIRL, YES

I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THE SERIES AND SO I TOOK INSPIRATION 😭😭😭😭🙌🙌🙌 AND I STARTED THE WEBTOON YEARS AGO BUT THEY GOT DELETED SO I DIDN'T GET TO CONTINUE READING IT:((((

BTW, no way u caught the reference BWHAHAHAHHHA ur amazing🫵🫰

[meiru-sama]

Yandere! Emo x Bully! Reader

This story contains: NONCON/DUBCON, smut, PIV, kidnapping, bullying, brat taming, implied rape, stalking, unhealthy obsession.

GUYS, IK THAT I HAVE BEEN WRITING BULLYxBULLIED DYNAMICS BUT PLS BEAR WITH ME.😭😭😭

Found this story in my notes app and I decided to finish it...

"Gosh, look at him. He looks so stupid."

You snickered as you looked down at the boy kneeling in front of you. Milk dripped from his dark, messy hair, soaking his dark clothes and running down his face. The empty carton hung loosely from your hand---the same one you'd dumped over his head moments ago.

Your friends laughed alongside you. Some had already taken out their phones, eagerly recording the scene.

"Are you attending a funeral or something?" one of them mocked.

The group erupted into another round of laughter.

You couldn't help but grin. The boy remained completely still, staring at the ground. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles twitched beneath his skin.

That murderous look again.

The kind of expression that made people think he wanted to kill you, even though everyone knew he wouldn't actually do anything.

"Aww, am I pissing you off?" you teased, tilting your head. "What? Does Sean wanna kill me or something?"

No answer.

You continued throwing insults at him while your friends joined in. Yet through it all, Sean stayed silent.

Then his lips began moving.

A faint murmur escaped him.

At first, you couldn't understand what he was saying. He just kept mumbling under his breath, repeating something over and over again.

You rolled your eyes.

"What, are you chanting some spell to kill me?"

The moment the words left your mouth, his head snapped upward.

Before you could react, he lunged.

You let out a startled scream as he tackled you to the ground. The impact rattled your bones and knocked the breath from your lungs.

"S-sean!" You thrashed beneath him, trying to shove him off, but he caught both your wrists and pinned them above your head.

Panic shot through you.

Your friends and other students immediately rushed forward, grabbing his shoulders and pulling at him.

"Get off her!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

But he didn't budge.

No matter how hard they pulled, he remained locked in place.

You hadn't expected him to be this strong.

Then something warm landed on your lips.

You froze.

Another drop followed.

Your stomach lurched.

"Eww!" one of your friends screamed. "He's drooling on her!"

Sean didn't even seem aware of it.

His breathing had become uneven. His eyes were wide and fixed entirely on you, unblinking and intense.

As if nothing else in the world existed.

As if he wasn't seeing the person who had humiliated him.

As if he was looking at something precious.

Something he had wanted for a very, very long time.

The commotion quickly attracted attention.

"What is going on here?!"

Several teachers rushed over and immediately grabbed him. It took multiple adults to pull him off you as you scrambled backward across the floor.

Even while they dragged him away, his eyes never left you.

Not once.

His gaze remained fixed on you until he disappeared down the hallway, held back by struggling teachers.

Your whole body shook when you saw him smile despite the blur in your vision.

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"Remember that day, huh?" You panted, struggling to push yourself from the table that you were bended over to. Your eyes glued at the small screen in front of you. It was the video that you took when you dumped your carton of milk on top of his head. You could hear your laughter in the background.

It made you shudder. Because you were just laughing with you friends while humiliating this boy a week ago. And now, you were taken against your will---hopeless and completely at his mercy.

"Do you remember how you humiliated me?" Sean paused, leaning closer to your head as he continued to pound in you from behind. "I would've killed you that day if I wanted to, but I just remembered how I wouldn't be able to get a taste of this tight pussy if I killed you already." He chuckled, nibbling your ears.

"I'm s-sorry, okay!" You gasped for hair, your hands clutching at nothing. It was too much. Despite his lean body, he was still muscular and had a thick cock.

"You're sorry?" He scoffed.

"You've humiliated me in so many ways," Sean took the phone where you were watching your cruel deeds. "And now it's my time to humiliate you." He then opened the camera app and clicked on the bright red button, lenses pointed at your arched back and your pussy where his cock is buried.

"Fucking slut." He laughed as he quickened his already relentless pace. "What if I publicly pose this for everyone to see? An abuser getting fucked by the boy that she abused. And it'll be better to add to my collection." He said as he looked around the wall that surrounded them--- it was pictures of you. He was stalking you and you didn't even notice.

You cried, a knot forming in your stomach making you push yourself deeper into his cock.

"Oh my, you're so desperate." You looked over your shoulder. "P-please, I want it!" You sobbed.

Sean laughed, "Gosh, acting like you weren't begging me to stop just awhile ago."

You continued to sob as you tried so hard to match his pace.

"Stick out your tongue for me baby." He ordered and you quickly obeyed.

"Nghh f-fuck! You're so fucking cute." Shane dropped the phone to the table, both of his hands wrapping themselves on your hips.

"Oh fuck! You're fucking squeezing my cock." Shane groaned. He then pushed his head up, his adam's apple throbbing while drool started to fall from his mouth down to his bare chest.

The black haired male leaned closer to reach your ears. "How's my sweet revenge?" He grinned.

[meiru-sama]

Yandere! Senior x Fem! Reader

This story contains: Non-consensual sexual activity, implied rape, stalking, unhealthy obsession, forced kissing, past slight yandere!reader

You didn't like him anymore.

That's what you told your friends after you spent three years fawning over him.

Throughout those years, they deemed you insane. But honestly, you couldn't blame them.

They used to call you: Loony (Y/N), a freshman that fell unhealthy in love with their senior. Not just your friends, everyone did. Everyone knew about your raging obsession.

Though you couldn't blame yourself for falling in love with him either---he was beautiful, smart, an athlete, knows how to play the guitar, kind and so much more!

Yet you are heavily aware that you were in the wrong when you used to be a lunatic when it comes to him.

You were crazy.

Stalking without him knowing, taking pictures of him, keeping a diary about his preferences, threatening girls that tries to get close to him and more unhinged things.

Though, you didn't like him anymore.

You didn't know how it ended but you just grew tired. Well, he barely acknowledged you. You were blinded by this so called love that you didn't even realized how much he was annoyed by you. But now, you see it.

You remembered that day when you confessed your feelings and he just stared down at you, dumbfounded while you smiled at him widely. He gave you a polite bow before turning his back from you and rushing away.

Well, it's not like you haven't confessed to him a million times already. But this one was different, more romantic rather than those spam messages from you begging him to give you a chance.

Gosh, remembering that makes you want to kill yourself...

You just hoped you confessed sooner in person, so that your feelings for him could've died earlier.

You didn't like him anymore.

And he couldn't accept it.

Why?

Why did you suddenly change?

You used to be so smitten.

You used to be so eager...

But now, you weren't even trying anymore.

At first, he didn't like the attention, he didn't like how you acted. You looked so dumb and desperate that it amuses him yet annoys him at the same time.

He hated the 'good morning', 'how was your day?', 'good night!' messages.

He didn't like it when you spread rumors that you were in a secret relationship with him. He used to think, 'were you really that fucking pathetic?'

So that's why whenever you're around, he would cling closer to his female friends just to annoy you. Which he successfully did so.

He would complain to his friends about you being a total weirdo.

He used to hope that one day you would stop.

But then it turned to something else...

Throughout the years--- he didn't know how it happened but he suddenly enjoyed it.

The attention,

The gifts,

The messages,

The threats,

The faces that you make everytime he pecks a female classmate on their cheek.

He wanted you desperate.

He wanted you chasing for him until your last breath but when you started to change---he couldn't accept it.

You were made to worship him---but what happened?

No, you can't just do that.

You were his dog and you were gonna stay that way.

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One afternoon, you were sitting at lunch with your friends. They were endlessly teasing you about how you used to be so crazy in love with a certain senior while you just quietly died in embarrassment.

While you tried so hard to defend your self, you didn't even notice the presence behind you. You just noticed when all of your friends went silent, their eyes glued to the figure behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and there he was. Looming over you with his iconic smile---one of the reasons why you fell in love with him.

It used to drive you crazy. But now, you feel nothing.

"Can I help you?"

"Can I talk you for a minute?"

The whole cafeteria erupted in teasing chaos. Your eyes widened before slowly standing up and following him to where he wanted to talk to.

Gosh, you wanted to die. Like literally.

After a few minutes of walking, the both of you ended up in a quiet library. He lead you to the farthest corner, surrounded with towering book shelves where no one can see the two of you.

"W-what did you wanna talk about..." you stuttered, eyes glued at the ground. You were basically begging the ground to swallow you at this point.

"Well, I've thought about the date you asked me." He paused, placing a finger underneath your chin and raising your head so he could stare at your eyes. "I wanna go with you." He smiled.

You just stared at him in disbelief before you opened your mouth to speak. "Uhh---no! That was like a really long time ago." The moment those words came out of your mouth, his smile immediately dropped.

"Huh?" He scoffed, "I thought you liked me, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched.

"W-well, uh... I used to."

"Used to?" He repeated.

You nodded and he just stared down at you, fingers still resting underneath your chin.

Seconds stretched into a minute and you finally decided to break the silence.

"I really don't like you anymore..." You whispered, averting eye contact.

You could hear him gulp, it made you feel weirdly unsettled.

"Maybe I can change your mind?" He smirked.

Before you could say something, he already smacked his lips into yours, cupping both of your cheeks with his hands so that your head would stay in place while he kissed you.

You tried to pull away because his kiss didn't feel passionate or genuine---it felt claiming, possessive.

"H-hey!" You managed to blurt out though he just shut you up by forcing his tongue deep into your throat while moaning and whimpering loudly---as if he wanted someone to hear.

"I thought you wanted this, (Y/N)?" He chuckled while he continued to kiss you before he placed a hand to cover your mouth to finally quiet down your pleas.

His lips then traveled to your neck down to your collarbone. You shivered at the contact.

"F-fuck..." He cursed, pushing his tongue out to drag it across your bare skin.

"I know you want th---" "What the fuck!"

Your eyes widened to where the horrified sound came from and there stood one of your classmate.

He was frozen in spot before he finally nodded, a smile making its way through his lips. He then placed a hand to cover his eyes while he used his other hand in thumbs up.

"Nice going, Loony (Y/N)" He said before running away.

You shook your head in disbelief. Eyes flickering down at the male who was already playing with hem of your skirt. "You used to say that we had a secret relationship." He chuckled, brown eyes darting at your own orbs, your lips and down to your heaving chest. "Hope you're happy."

You shook you head once again, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your senior looked at you sympathetically. He then straightened his posture and cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the fresh tears. "Shh ... I'm not gonna do anything, baby." He whispered while he leaned closer to kiss your forehead.

"I'm just turning your fantasy into a reality." He chuckled, as if what he said was sweet and acceptable.

"How about we head to my dorm right now? I can make you feel so much better." He aligned his forehead on yours.

"I don't want to..." You cried, he just smiled.

"you don't know what you're saying, sweetheart..." He paused, giving you a quick peck in the lips. "Trust me."

(A/N): A quick lazy scrabble in the middle of the night...

[meiru-sama]

Yandere! Student x Teacher! Reader

This story contains: Stalking, harassment, misogynistic tendencies, age gap (18-23), mentions of power exploitation, bullying, obsession, slight non-con fantasy.

Yandere! Student who is a son of a high ranking official. His family name wasn’t the most powerful, but it was powerful enough. Enough to let him walk through the halls like he owned them. Enough to make others look away.

Yandere! Student who you hated so much despite being a teacher. Not because of personal reasons but because of what he does. Drugs, parties, cheating, harrassment and the worst among all of them---bullying where he almost drived a student to kill themselves.

He was a real piece of work. Yet because of his family status and money, he was able to avoid all of the consequences.

Yandere! Student who alway likes to get under your skin. Attempting to humiliate you in front of the class but you already see right through all of his tricks and you were lucky enough to dodge them.

Yandere! Student who always likes to push your buttons just to get a reaction out from you. Whenever he was successful to do so, he would tease you further, laugh at your face while he calls you "unprofessional".

Yandere! Student who would lay on his king sized bed every night. Smiling like a love-strucked idiot while he would repeat that scene over and over again---where you're looking up at him with those narrowed eyes with murderous intent gleaming behind them and when you're looking down at him like he was some piece of trash that glued their way into your skin.

He always felt so giddy everytime he thought about his lovely professor. He couldn't help the heat that was rising from his face and the desire that's growing underneath his shorts.

You were so cute...

Yandere! Student who would often go to your private office. Looking all helpless and desperate. He would kneel beside your chair rather than to sit on the comfortable seat infront of your desk.

"Professor! Can you please help me with these question?" He would whine. You would pinch the bridge of your nose because you know damn well that he isn't stupid as he looks. Though, you would still help him.

Yandere! Student who tests you in the middle of class. He would rip a piece of paper and write something inappropriate before passing it to the student infront until it finally reaches you. As if they were playing pass the message. No one dared to peek at what he wrote, and to be honest he doesn't really care.

You glared at him and he just smirked while whistling a tune, his friends chuckling. You opened the paper and  your glare deepened.

'Are you wearing a pink bra? We can see it right through your dress shirt:P'

It said in neat, clean writing.

You quickly marched infront of his desk and smacked his face. You didn't care anymore. This was too much.

Yandere! Student who shivered the moment your palm touched his skin. You touched him... gosh, you really did touch him. He couldn't help but giggle and look up at you as if you just gave him something he thought he couldn't have.

Yandere! Student who sat in the principal’s office with an unsettling calm, as if nothing had happened. His expression didn’t waver---not even when your report was read aloud. He already knew it wouldn’t matter. You were just a teacher… his teacher.

Yandere! Student who, upon being suspended for a week, reacted with barely contained fury. He demanded answers from his father, questioning why he would allow such a thing. But his father only met him with a cold, unreadable stare before calmly announcing their sudden one week trip to America.

Yandere! Student who found himself more irritated than relieved. One week away meant One week without seeing you. Even a single weekend without you was unbearable---he always found ways to follow you then, unseen, unnoticed. Summer had never been an obstacle either; he enrolled in classes he didn’t need, requested tutoring he didn’t require… all just to stay close.

And now, a week miles away from you? It was suffocating.

But no matter how much resentment simmered within him, he knew better than to defy his father.

Yandere! Student who found no joy in the trip at all. The days blurred together, meaningless without you. Instead, he clung to his phone---flooding you with messages, one after another, desperate for even the smallest response. Every delayed reply felt suffocating. Every short answer made his chest tighten. It drove him to the brink.

Yandere! Student who would sob on his pillow every night while fucking his dick with his fist. He scrolled through endless pictures of you in his gallery.

Oh, how he missed you so much. He missed pleasuring himself in front of your sleeping figure---completely unaware and vulnerable for him to do anything he desires.

Yandere! Student who felt alive again the moment he returned to Korea. By Monday morning, he was already at school---far earlier than necessary---his steps quick, impatient, heading straight for your classroom just to see you again.

But what he walked into made something inside him snap.

You stood by your desk, arms crossed, a genuine smile resting on your lips. A smile he craved---one he wanted directed only at him. And yet…

Someone else was sitting there.

An unfamiliar student occupied the chair in front of you, looking up with bright, eager eyes behind thick lenses, completely absorbed in your presence.

Yandere! Student who didn’t hesitate. The door slammed open as he stepped inside, his gaze sharp, dark, and fixed on the unwanted stranger. The other boy blinked in surprise---before smiling.

That sinister smile.

It mirrored something far too familiar. Something that was supposed to belong only to him.

Then, as if he were nothing, the stranger turned back to you, eyes soft and innocent once more.

“Who are they, professor?” he asked, voice light with curiosity.

Yandere! Student who trembled where he stood, rage coiling tightly in his chest. Who was this transfer student? This intruder? And why were they sitting there---talking to you like they know you more than anyone in this world?

Like they were replacing him.

No.

That wasn’t allowed.

He wouldn’t allow it.

You were his and he was yours.

He will make sure of that.

[meiru-sama]

Hiyaaa! I was wondering if you’re still up to continue part 2 of yandere femboy? Been waiting for quite a long time now.

SORRRYYYYYYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Been real busy with a bunch of stuffs that I rarely visit Tumblr anymore besides when I have an idea in my mind.

[meiru-sama]

i js read like all of ur works and oh my golly goodness i love them. like theyre mostly dark and its like eh... but theyre also so well written and im also kinda weird so i lowkey like that... love you diva !

THANK YOU SO MUCH, GIRLL!!! 💕🙌

I mostly write about really dark and like how others deemed it---weird stuffs. Though honestly, I'm glad that you're enjoying it! 🥳🥰

[meiru-sama]

Yandere!femboy x fem!reader

(PART 2!)

This story contains: NSFW, smut, masochisticxsadistic, submissive yandere, dominant---horny reader, degradation.

A/N: GUYS I'M REALLY AND SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I HAVE BEEN FOCUSING WITH MY STUDIES AND MY YANDERE STORIES ON QUOTEV. AGAIN, GENUINELY SORRY🥲🥲🥲

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---"Come on, don't go shy on me now." You cooed, as you scoot closer to him. You draped an arm around his shoulder while leaning closer to his ears.

"I was being for real." You chuckled, "I could take you right now but you have to ask nicely." You lifted your hands and started to trail your fingers along his forehead, down to his nose and ended on his lips.

Fina froze as he could feel his dick hardening underneath his skirt. He let out a shaky breath as he faced you.

You were so close---were you gonna kiss him? Or were you serious about him begging to get a taste of you? Honestly, he wouldn't hesitate.

"You have pretty lips." You muttered under your breath while you brushed your thumb on his bottom lips. It was pink and plump. You almost had the urge to bite it.

You giggled and that's when Fina finally leaned closer to your face but you suddenly pulled away. You pushed your head back while you laughed---loud and amused.

"I was just joking! Did you really think that I was gonna kiss you?" You furrowed your brows, an amused smile stretched on your lips.

Though that smile quickly dropped when you noticed the brunette's eyes darkening while they stared at their fidgeting hands.

Oh shoot

You mentally thought before you cupped both of his cheeks with your hands, though the supposedly female was quick to pry them away.

Fina finally looked up at you and you were greeted by tears---genuine large tears. She---he was crying. Though you can't help but appreciate how pretty he looked with those tears streaming down his face.

The brunette then pushed himself up from your bed and stood in front of you. Just staring down at you while his knuckles turned white due to how hard he fisted the air.

"H-hey, I'm sorry---" you stammered as you tried to pull him back on the bed with you.

Before you can even add something, the female then starts stripping in front of you. You watched as you felt heat crawling to reach your face.

He raised his arms to pull out the baggy shirt that you lent him. Your blush darkened upon seeing his pastel pink bra.

He paused.

"Gosh, don't worry (Y/N)." He started, letting out a mocking laugh. "We're both girls---or are you perhaps...a lesbian?" You scoffed as he quoted you. You were amused yet confused.

He then reached something from behind his back, with a single flick---the garment started to slip off his frame. You stared at his flat chest---almost bewildered by how flat he was.

"Like what you're seeing?" He teased and you almost choked in your own saliva.

Fina noticed. He was absolutely thrilled that he's doing this right now---right in front of you. Though would you still love him if you knew that he was not a girl like what you believe right now?

The Brunette played with the garter of his black skirt for a second before finally pushing it down, revealing his pastel pink panties with an obvious tent that's angrily bulging right now.

You froze.

"What.” you stated, staring at the bulge then at his face. He was red and sweating. He looked like he was gonna die any second now.

Fina stood there for a moment before letting out a long sigh. She slowly dropped into her knees, glossy eyes glued at yours.

"I might not be able to answer all of your questions but," he paused, shaky hands dropping on your left knee. "No, I did not deceive you. I didn't do this to take advantage of anything---my mom forced into this.."he stammered, still staring up at you but now with tears streaming down his face once again.

You didn't know what to feel. You were heartbroken yet the desire was irresistible.

"I know it sounds wrong," he sighed, placing his other hand on your right knee. "But I love you so much, (Y/N)" He confessed, quietly sobbing.

"I don't know what to feel when I'm with you---it's like you are gonna be the death of me." He chuckled weakly.

"P-please...Let me show you how much I love you." Fina sniffed as he continued to stare at you with those puppy eyes. "Please doll, I wanna be inside you. J-just look how desperate I am for you." The brunette stammered while he slowly lifted your feet and placed it on top of his growing bulge.

He moaned when your feet made contact with it. "P-please..." He cried, moving back and forth to create friction.

"J-just give me a chance to prove myself." He whimpered, shuddering.

You stared down at him for a moment, your face baffled before it contorted into mischief.

You slowly placed your finger under his chin, lifting it up. You cleaned closer to his ear, "Then prove yourself." You cooed before pulling back.

Fina let out another whimper before he slowly opened your legs. He was shaking---like a pathetic dog that he is. Ready to humiliate himself just for the sake of your entertainment.

Fina slowly leaned between your legs, inhaling your scent and rubbing his face on the soft texture of your pajamas. "Fuck..." He mumbled helplessly under his breath.

He then pulled down your pajamas as you lifted yourself slightly to help him. When the Pajama finally came down to your ankles---Fina immediately buried his face on the wet of your panties. Licking it shyly.

You chuckled as you gazed down at him.

"C-can I take off your... panties?" Fina stammered while his blush deepened. You smirked while standing up, though your eyes were still glued at his. You pulled down your undergarment and tossed it somewhere around your room. "Fuck..." Fina muttered, staring shamelessly into your obvious wet heat.

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The next moment, you were bouncing at his dick while Fina whined painfully as he sobbed.

"F-fuck!" He cried, placing both of his hands on top of your waist to push you deeper. "You feel so fucking good!"

You moaned, completely in daze with how Fina's large dick slid up and down through your vagina. "Y-you're doing so good, doll." You spoked between moans. Smiling as you carefully took a strand of Fina's hair and placed it behind his ears. You wanted to see how fucked up he looks---his face flushed and was wet from tears, drool and snot.

"You're so disgusting..." You laughed.

"How about I tell the whole school about how much of a pathetic slut you are?"

"Please..(Y/N)."

"W-What?" You scoffed.

"Do you really want the whole school to know that you're completely at my mercy?" A quiet laugh fell between your lips. " Like you are some prostitute that's sprawled on top my bed however I want her---him to be?"

Fina just moaned, still a mess with how you ride his dick.

Then he suddenly wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close into a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

"I just want them to know how I'm yours and yours only."

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[meiru-sama]

Yandere! Immortal x Cannibal! Reader

This story contains: NSFW, Body horror, gore, cannibalism, obsession, age gap(?)-(probably), cult, animal death, death, no pedophilia.

(This is too dark and disgusting and has some terrible transitions... It's 2AM, I'll edit some mistakes tomorrow when I'm full awake. 😭 )

A male laid on his back, slowly grazing the short grass under his bloodied fingertips. He stared up at the sun that was glaring down at him, yet he was still unbothered. He wanted nothing more than to die. Nothing more than to either fall into the darkness or to feel the blazing heat of hell that was waiting for him.

He doesn't even remember how many times he died and lived a millionth times again. He just knew that whenever he woke up, he always ended up at the same place. The same towering trees, the same grass, the same position, the same age, the same emptiness.

He expected this day to be another boring one, but suddenly you came.

'A kid?' He thought, as he continued to rest his head.

You were staring down at him, covering his face from the heat of the sun. Your eyes full of wonder and confusion.

" Good day, sir." You suddenly chirped, happily. As if you weren't shaken by his bloodied figure, like you were already used to it.

That was the first time he saw you. In his eyes, you were such a young bunny--- expressive, curious, pure and innocent. Too naive to be in this world and too small to ride the waves of life.

After that interaction, you both grew closer. He learned so many things about you. How could he not? You were basically pouring all your life out in one sentence. Literally and figuratively.

You also learned some things about him--- vague things. You didn't really learn that he was an immortal that lived for hundreds of years already. He was scared that it would terrify your fragile heart. He acted as if you were some porcelain doll--- someone that needs his protection and was easily broken.

Months passed and it was starting to look good--- you both shared stories, laughters and so many things. You would sneak outside your family manor to see him, he would hand you varieties of flowers and both of you would talk for hours--- under the scorching heat of the sun or under the quiet glow of the moon light. It was all starting to be good.

Until one day you came looking for him in the forest. You were sweating and disheveled. Panting and bloodied.

" The ritual. They are chasing me!" You panicked, gripping his grey blazer that you gifted him.

The ritual. It was a tradition that was practiced by your family for hundreds of years. Young girls would be forced to eat the flesh and skin of the oldest ancestor of the house who is nearing their death. It was a ritual of preservation--- passing down the hunger, the dominance, the fangs. A proof that you were part of the family--- the ancient tree.

He tried to save you, he really did. But as you both were running, he felt something sharp pierce his chest, then his calf, then his head. He remembered how chunks of his brain were splattered on a nearby tree trunk--- especially the shrill sound of your scream before he passed out. You sounded melodical despite being so terrified.

Oh, his poor bunny...

A little bunny in a house filled with wolves that eats wolf flesh. A cult of hungry and brutal wolves that preys and steals. Wolves that feed on each other to survive and to preserve.

He's desperate to save you from becoming those types of wolves--- he didn't want your innocence to be broken, he didn't want your skin to be stained with blood. So he did what he had to do.

He tried to save you.

No matter how many times those ugly wolves tried to hunt him down, no matter how many times they tortured him and ate him alive--- after millions of attempts, he finally made his way into you. He finally stepped into the room where you were locked up--- alone and scared.

Upon reuniting with you, he realized that you weren't the same kid anymore. You looked like you finally matched his twenties. You were more grown, more aware and less expressive. Yet you were still his bunny--- dressed in all white like the same day he first saw you. You looked like an angel...

When you saw his familiar face, you were quick to lunge on him. Not caring that you were practically all over him. You were so lonely and hungry... Nothing to eat and no one to talk to. They tortured you for having someone almost ruin the sacred ritual. They taunted you on how you almost ruined the family, made an enemy with an immortal god. You were completely broken and isolated.

After that, he took you away. Far from everyone that knows you and knows him, far from danger, far from people, far from obstacles. He wants nothing but to live in a small cabin with just the two of you, and possibly a child or two.

It did happen, for months--- the cabin, just the two of you planning a child, stargazing under the stars and making love under the sheets.

Yet all of it came crashing down when you went home from picking flowers and potatoes--- your pink dress was stained with blood, even your mouth was dripping with the same crimson, some chunks of meat was seen all over your face. Your woven basket that was supposed to be filled with flowers was replaced by a brown bunny, its other ear and legs were nowhere to be found. You looked so mortified of what you had done--- like it wasn't you who did it.

You dropped the basket and tackled him on the ground. You wrapped your arms around him while you buried your face at the crook of his neck. Inhaling his scent as you felt your stomach fluttering.

"I- I didn't mean to!" You cried, trying to defend yourself.

He didn't say anything, just closed his eyes while he stroked your tangled hair. He knew you were hungry--- not in a way that he was starving you, in fact he made sure you were always fed and full. Yet his fault was he always ignored the truth that you were still a wolf hidden deep inside an innocent bunny.

"I'm sorry!" You continued to sob while you grazed your teeth against his skin. You tried to hold yourself back but the scent of his blood was so intoxicating. It was driving you crazy.

"It's okay.." He finally replied, adjusting you on his lap and pulling you closer. "Feed on me." You pulled away to look at his way. He was smiling softly at you, not even an inch of hesitation was found on his face. "I'll live..." He said before lightly pushing your head on his neck once again.

You knew he would live but it hurts to think that you were causing him pain.

"I want you to fucking eat me,

my skin,

my eyes,

my lips,

my soul,

my fucking dick,

my bones and all."

" I want to be inside you--- I want you to eat me while you love me and make love with me." You choked a sob while slowly sinking your teeth on his flesh. "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" You nodded.

He placed his hands on top of your hips while he rubbed you on top of his growing bulge.

He knew he was insane but this type of insane still surprises him. He was turned on and fascinated by the thought of you eating him.

He loved you so much to the point of annihilation.

" Don't hold back... I'll come back to you." He whispered as he took off your dress, slowly slipping off the fabric until you were completely bare and naked. You did the same to him while your face was still buried on his neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed--- guilt was gnawing your heart.

An hour passed and he could almost feel his consciousness slipping away, yet he didn't want to. He wanted to watch you eat him. You looked so pretty with his blood all over your face.

He continued to gaze down at your naked form, eyes tired and half lidded yet it was still filled with love and devotion. You returned his gaze before you continued to eat the insides from his already ripped chest. As the time went by, your earlier cries were now replaced by a stoic look on your face--- as if you were lost in the moment--- as if you were on autopilot while you went deeper into his flesh.

Honestly, he was surprised that he was still alive. Maybe it's because he was already used to it when your other blood relatives used to feed on him when he was trying to save you. Even the thought of them disgusted him.

You were the only exception.

He would wholeheartedly give his body to you until you get tired of it.

He wanted you to taste every inch of him yet he was worried that you were starting get disgusted as you went to dig deeper in his flesh. He doesn't want you to eat his ugly and rotten side--- he had a hunch that the ugly side comes from his heart.

"Am I making you feel sick?" He asked, voice now weak and quiet.

You didn't answer, but you stared at him. Devouring his own flesh in front of his eyes. You then dropped it and leaned closer to his lips--- kissing him despite his struggle to breathe, your tongue exploring every inch of his mouth and forcing it down to his throat.

You then pulled away, eyes still locked on his while tears were now freely falling from your eyes. From his perspective, you still looked like an angel despite being in this situation. The way the moonlight shone in your eyes, the way his blood was splattered on your face...

You looked so beautiful.

He was ready to destroy himself for you.

"I'm sorry..."

"I love you."

----

(AM I MAKING YOU FEELLL SICKKKKKKUGHHHHHHH???😫😫😫 I'm a sucker for cannibalism as a metaphor for intense love and devotion.)

[meiru-sama]

Hello, hope you're doing well and I would like to say that there is a soft reader like a soft nerd female readers?

Hiiii, I'm doing very well, currently. I haven't really much wrote about soft and nerdy fem readers but I would surely do so in the future! I like it when my MC's explore such variation of personalities, not just dominant and baddie but also nerdy and soft like what you are saying. So expect me to write about yandere x soft!reader 💗💗💗

[meiru-sama]

damn I accidentally found one of your posts and I checked your profile and holy shit, this is surely my territory, your posts are amazing

WAHHH THANK YOU MUCH!! You don't even know how much ya'll supports mean to me!!

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[meiru-sama]

YANDERE!PATIENT x PSYCHOLOGIST!READER (PART 2!!!)

This story contains: NONCON, somnophilia, cursing, gas lighting, unhealthy obsession, drug use, kidnapping

It's been two years since you had such patient. You never really thought about him that much, only once or twice a month. I mean--- he was just a patient after all. All work and money.

You thought that maybe he also forgot about you too, that he finally healed himself with the help of other---more professional psychiatrist than you. You love your job yet you knew that you weren't the best at it.

After another tiring session from an asylum, farther from your last one. You felt the urge to spend the rest of your night to a fine restaurant. You didn't care if you were alone, you just wanted some good food.

While walking through the busy crowd of the city, your eyes scanned throughout the following diner that came pass you. You were relieved that even though midnight was almost close, the streets were still busy--- you weren't alone.

When you finally chose a restaurant after minutes of finding a good one--- you settled near the glass wall in the corner, away from the loud teenagers laughing hysterically as if this wasn't an exquisite restaurant.

You thought this would be jusy another normal night but it seems like destiny had other plans. And the next moment the bell near the door clanged. There he was, the face you never wished to see again--- though it was strange because of how decent he looked... he looked fresh and normal.

You stared at him for a minute, not even processing that he was now looking at you, he was shocked at first--- probably more surprised than you were. He then approached you with a smile on his face. He really looked too well... it was uncanny.

"H-hey! Do you still remember me?" He stuttered, inviting himself in the seat infront of you. "O-oh yeah, I remember..." You hesitated. You didn't know if you should be happy or what, yet you chose to put on a practiced smile as you asked him what he had been doing with his life for the past year.

He revealed that he got released just seven months after you left. He was now a barista working on a small cafe, he lived on cheap apartment not far away from here and he said that he'd been striving to work as a teacher. You were baffled--- he almost killed you and himself and they just discharged him after seven months? I mean--- he was mentally ill but still.

You talked for an hour yet you still held your guard up. Both of the steak you bought for him and yourself growing cold as the time pass by. "I really missed you---I mean, as my psychiatrist. You really helped me a lot." You forced out a smile. Help? He's lying, it wasn't a feeling, it was a fact and now--- it was very easy to see through him. "I'll be going now, it's nice seeing you again." You got up and walked out of the restaurant with him following you behind. "Let me walk you please!" He insisted, he had been begging to walk you home when you didn't even bring up going home yet so you just let him. There were cameras everywhere so if he wanted to do some shit with you, he will be caught in no time.

You walked with him for 10 minutes, talking lightly and sharing laughters-- faked laughters. You then upon seeing the bust stop area, "Ill take it from here." You gave him a smile before walking away, you then paused upon hearing footsteps that wasn't your own.

You turned around and there he was, still standing there---yet he didn't look soft anymore. He was glaring at you as if you killed someone very dear to him. Pain and wrath was noticeable on his eyes as his lips quivered. It was all too familiar. "Do you really think that after all those years, I would forget what you did to me?" You shuddered at his remark. You were, right... he didn't change after all.

You looked around trying to find some faces that could help you but unfortunately there was none, you thought that maybe this will be the end of you.The tall male stepped forward while you took a step back--- you were terrrified. You should've just ran the moment you saw his face. "You left me! And I was miserable! And you know what I did before you left?" He laughed manically. "I figured that acting like a child won't do me any help, so I became a good boy... a good dog, just for you." You shook your head, trying to widen the gap between the two of you. "Did you ever really love me, huh?! Was I just a money to you?" --- "It was all just for the money ever since the beginning!" You replied, frustrated and terrified.

The male looked at you, his dangerous demeanor was now replaced with a vulnerable one--- he looked visibly upset but you wouldn't let yourself fall for such acts.

"How can you say that?! You know i'd fucking kill for you! Were you just using me ever since the beginning? You are a manipulator! A gas lighter, a- a fucking slut. You ruined my fucking life!" He sobbed angrily infront of you, you took the chance to run away but he suddenly tackled you to the ground. "And now you are trying to leave me again? Fuck! If I can't have you--- well, i'll be sure to have you."

You cursed when you felt a sharp pain in your neck, you were drugged. It was so obvious but you denied it. You shook your head until you felt dizzy while your  vision blurred. You couldn't keep up to what he was saying anymore, you can only process how he was laughing, clearly delighted with the moment. "F-fuck..." you cursed before passing out.

...

When you woke up, you were quickly greeted with wet kisses around your neck and a hand roaming around your waist. You tried to stuggle but realized that you were tied down on a bed, completely unable to move. You spat on the male on top of you, cursing and screaming at him--- not even realizing how he enjoyed the attention.

You sobbed and struggled to set yourself free but clearly nothing was happening. You were trapped, with him. "Stop resisting, doctor..." he moaned in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. "Let me help you like how you helped me...." the laughed manically, like he was trying to comfort you with a silly joke while you were crying your eyes out.

(Hihi, thank you for 1k!!!)

[meiru-sama]

YANDERE!MALE x FEM!READER

This shit contains: Smut, religion, sub!yandere, lowky no yandere bc they just met, dom!reader, consensual touching.

You watched the wooden cross infront of you, eyes glistening with regret, pain and sorrow. You were a devotee, you believed to be--- you were forced to be. Yet despite the experiences you have dealt growing up in a pure catholic house, you wanted to believe that you were a believer. A devotee. A follower.

When the bell finally rang, you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts. You looked around the crowded  church, you eyes landing at an unfamiliar male infront. He was looking at you but upon being caught, he quickly looked away.

You studied him, he was wearing a long white robe, brunette hair resting upon his shoulders. He looked ethereal and soft, as if he could cry any second now. You looked down at his chest, there it was--- a silver cross that immediately told you that he was an altar server, aiming to be a priest one day.

You stared at him for the rest of the evening, while he would unintentionally glance at you too. Was he  new? You don't see him around here.

When the mass ended, you approached the altar and bowed before leaving but never forgetting to look up at him who was already looking at you. You felt a shiver run down your spine---you always felt this every time you knew yourself was up to no good.

After that interaction, you could not wait for the next service. Who was he? The local town is small, you already memorized most of the folks here and he... he was new. Yet despite not knowing who he was, you could not stop thinking about him--- he was a mystery to you that you desperately want to solve.

You went to the priest's house that Saturday morning, carrying a basket full of fresh fruits and bread. It was a weekly routine your family have been practicing ever since you were 6 years old. It was a symbol of respect and goodness, they said.

Upon arriving, you were greeted by an entertaining sight infront of you. There he was, the mysterious guy sitting on the dirt of the Priest's yard--- you noticed that he was planting seeds all over the place.

"Good morning! Is father here?" You greeted. The male jolted aware at the sound of your voice. You chuckled.  "Im sorry to scare you mister! Im (Y/N). Would you like a hand?" The male bashfully nodded making you grin, you placed the basket at the ground close to the front door, not even bothering to knock--- you just went straight to aid the boy.

You rolled up your sleeves while you knelt to ground beside him. "What's your name?" You asked, sparing him a quick glance. "Jude.." he quietly replied, "Nice name."

After that, you learned from the town's folks that he was recently adopted by the local priest, he was currently serving and working under his care. Upon learning a few things about him, you would visit him often--- to the priest's yard, the small park beside a river, the playground behind the lone school in town or behind the church after morning service.

Months of spending your time with him, you were quickly captivated. He was so kind and easily flustered, he was so soft and faithful--- you just wanna take him all for yourself and keep him away forever.

You leaned your back against the stone wall of the church, your eyes heavy and desperate to sleep yet no matter how much you want to leave---you cant, Jude said that he will be giving you a special gift tonight and it would hurt you knowing he will be disappointed when he does not see you upon arriving here.

Another 5 minutes have passed and the male finally came, he was still on his service robes yet what really caught your attention is the small box that he was holding. "Im sorry if I took too long!" He apologized, smiling sheepishly. You let out a lazy grin, "it's fine, what would you like to give me?" The male's ears perked at your question.

"Turn around..." He said, you slowly obeyed and rested your head against the wall. A shiver runnin down your spine when you felt his hands brushing against the bare skin of the back of your neck.

You smiled, hearing him inhale air. "You fine?" You asked, "Y-yeah..." He stuttered. Your smile grew wider when you felt a thin, cold silver wrapping around your neck. A necklace.

You turned around to look at him but was met with him crashing his lips onto yours. You stood there a minute, shocked and baffled but you quickly processed the situation and kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck while smiling as you felt his growing bulge rubbing against you.

"You have bewitched me..." He mumbled, while nibbling on your bottom lip. It was obvious that it was his first time, you praise him for his bravery.

"You cursed me." He whispered between the kiss, you just let out a smile before pulling him to the forest behind the church. Jude pushed you on a nearby tree while grinding on your thigh like a desperate dog. "You are a devil." You smiled at his remark--- "Yet you choose to dance with the devil?" Jude looked at you, a hint of guilt and obsession sparkling in the mud of his eyes.

You gently laid him on the grass before running your hands through his hair. "Tell me to stop, and I will stop." He looked at you for a minute, desperation and lust was written all over his face, "t-touch me." He stuttered, pathetic and needy. "I'll do anything--- just please, please touch me."

You gave him a peck on the cheek and aligned your clothed clit on his bulge. "Y-yes..." he moaned as you continued to rub on him. "D-don't stop... ruin me please, take away my purity.." You smiled in satisfaction, slowly lifting his long robe that was now dirtied, you then slid off his pants along with his boxers. You mere amazed at the sight---- he was huge and hard, very hard. his cock leaked with pre-cum with noticeable veins pulsating on the sutface.

The male stared at you, he was pink  and was sweating a lot. "Touch me there, please." He pleaded with tears falling out of his eyes. You leaned closer to his face and kissed his tears away. "Don't worry baby, I got you..." You assured while you aligned his tip to your aching entrance. You slowly sinked on his cock while he moaned, not just a quiet moan--- loud moans even though you haven't even started yet.

You both let out a groan when you finally got him in. "You're big, atta boy." Jude blushed at your compliment but then fixed his composure. He opened both of his arms, looking up at you--- you stared down at him, completely bewildered. He resembles an angel that you dragged in this hell. The way the moon light glistened on his desperate face, emphasizing his pink lips and his brown teary eyes... it was all perfect. He was welcoming you, welcoming you to take what he has, to take control of his life, to ruin his dignity  and to destroy what he cherishes. "I'm yours..." he whispered, while wrapping his arms around your neck, he pulled you closer as he started rutting on you like a mad dog. "I love you so much..." He continued as he buried his face on the crook of your neck. "Let me be yours..."

Part 2 in 2027 or idk (Sorry, been really busy with life, depression, acad and things. I do hope you enjoy! Thank you everyone for you support and omygashh 999 followers?! So crazyyyy, thank you so much!!)

[meiru-sama]

Yandere!loser x Fem!reader

This story contains: Mature themes, blowjob, bullied/bully, sub yandere, dom reader, 7 minutes in heaven.

You laid on the ground, boredly while staring at the dim ceiling--- almost half asleep. The sound of your friends  laughing and the sound of the empty soju bottle spinning against the marbled floor were all muffled, very near yet so far.

Your eyes were starting to flutter close when suddenly someone decided to shook you shoulders, violently and shamelessly.

You jolted awake, glaring at ypu friend who looked at you teasingly. "Bitch!" You spat before looking at your surroundings, you then noticed the bottle on the center--- the top of the bottle was pointed at you and the other end was pointed at none other than---- who you like to call ..." your slave".

You didn't even know why you had the urge to invite him to your birthday party when it is supposed to be just for your friends. You just thought that maybe he could add some fun, especially since it is your special day.

You scoffed, amused. You then stood up to approach the large closet in the corner of your room, the fidgety male following. You boldly sat on the other side of the wall while he sat opposite from you. One of your friend closed the closet door, giggling. "Make him cum for 7 minutes!" They cheered.

The first minute passed with just you staring at him like a predator cornering their prey, you were also asking him questions if he ever played this game before but the question that really startled him was if he ever gotten a blow job before. You asked it so boldly and shamelessly that it left him stunned and hot all over his body.

The next minute, you were suddenly all over him. Teasing him and rubbing your knees between his thighs while he shamelessly grinded his hard groan on your knee.

It wasn't the first time you've touched him like this, also wasn't the first time he was quietly begging to be inside you. But he likes to think that he was just another innocent lamb that was sprawled out and ready to be devoured by someone like you.

Minutes have passed, the male continued to suppress his moan while you were bobbing your head up and down on his dick. He was already sobbing and begging you to go deeper, as is he was a fragile, sensitive porcelain doll.

You chuckled as he cried. He was so cute. You could break him all the time and he would still be crawling back to you, begging you for another taste.

"I'm close!" He moaned, he was full on sweating, crying, gasping and his eyes were basically rolled into the back of his skull. You slowed your pace and stared up at him, teasingly.

"Please don't stop!" He cried but you just straightened your posture and fixed you hair. He was about to stroke his cock and was gonna finish what you started but you were quick to stop him.

"When they are finally gone, stay for awhile, baby. I still hadn't got my birthday gift from you, yet." You giggled, planting a kiss to his temple.

You climbed out of the closet, a proud smile was plastered on your face. The male followed, he was walking slowly, acting as if he just didn't get edged a minute ago.

You shot him a smile as he avoided your gaze. For him, he preffered if you would just punch him, kick him and throw him at the back of the school when no one is around. It was much better than being edged by you.

[meiru-sama]

YANDERE STALKER x FEM!READER

This story contains: NONCON, disturbing themes, cyber harassment, implied stalking, sexual assault,name calling, slut shaming, sub&dom yandere degradation, read at your own risk.

You weren't much of an influencer type. You were just some girl who liked posting pictures--- either with your friends, family, pets, foods or just you. Your captions filled with random yet simple emojis that you felt like it matched the pictures above.

You didn't expect to capture such attentions, especially from someone you didn't even knew existed until now.

"Your necklace looks pretty."

You were just scrolling through your comment section, replying to your friends comments when you suddenly came across this little message. The profile was on default and their name was just random letters and numbers.

You didn't mind it at first, you thought of how nice they were complimenting your necklace, though you didn't acknowledge it any further.

Three days passed, you posted another picture. It was a simple plate of pancakes adorned with dripping syrup and a strawberry sitting in the center.

Ys**69 "Looks good."

The random person again commented. You decided to stalk their account and noticed how they weren't following anyone and they also had 0 followers. You noticed how odd it was, it may just be another one of those dump account to spam people.

Months passed, all the pictures that you have been posting was filled with this guy who was sending you random compliments from then and there. You didn't really acknowledge him much but was slightly flattered yet creeped out. Are they your friend in real life? Or just some bot?

Today wasn't very much different from any other day. You were heading to the cinemas, along with your friend who you were laughing with the moment he cracked a random unforgettable joke. You have been laughing for awhile now, but was interrupted when someone suddenly bumped into you. You glanced at them, but only caught the glare that they sent you before they disappeared through the raging crowd.

"What a jerk." Your friend commented, you just nodded--- feeling a strange feeling that slowly went up your throat.

Night came, you posted a picture of you and your friend in the dark cinema. Your faces were close and smiling like newly lovers. After just 30 seconds, a notification suddenly popped up on your phone.

Ys**69 "Attention whore."

Your face darkened, it was still the same account that used to compliment you but now it's like they took a sharp turn. Your frowned deepened when they sent you a direct message. It was a picture of a pale arm with freshly cut wound with blood still trickling out of the open cut. Followed by an eerie message below.

"It's your fault."

You quickly blocked the account, and deleted his message. You don't know if it is a joke or not but it was really disturbing.

The next morning, the image and the messages still lingered in the back of your mind. But you were in relief, thinking that blocking him would be enough and he would finally leave you alone. But suddenly another notifcation popped up into your phone, someone commented on your selfie almost a year ago.

Yt**70 "Take my fat cock."

You let out a scoff with a disgusted look on your face. You were quick to block him and delete his comment but weeks passed--- he continued to pester you, as if he was a shadow that's forever gonna be there.

"Slut." It said, with a video of him stroking his angry cock.

"You don't deserve to live, bitch."

"Nudes."

"Flash us, whore."

"I wanna choke you with my cock."

"Being a model from a porn video suits you better, slut."

"Slut."

"Slut."

"Kill me."

"Stroke me."

"Eat me. Bones and all."

"Fucking choke me."

"Drown me, please."

"I wanna kill you."

"I'll kill him."

"WHORE."

"Fuck me."

"Make me cum."

"I'm coming for you."

You immediately called the police after those taunting messages but they told you it will take weeks to track the culprit down. You were starting to grow paranoid and anxious. It's like he was just... there. Hiding and watching.

.

You wrapped your arms around your shaking form. You didn't want to be out of your cozy apartment due to paranoia but your friends basically forced you.

"Where are we going? It is so late!" You exclaimed, looking around. There were no cars anymore, no people--- just you and your three close friends.

One said that you were all gonna go for a walk but you snapped. You didn't want to be out. You just wanted to sleep and hide in a corner of your apartment. You were quick to turn into your heels, sprinting. They didn't follow you, they just let out a sigh of disbelief.

Minutes have passed, you let out a sigh of relief when a familiar apartment came into your sight but your peace was immediately washed out when an arm dragged you into an empty, dark alley.

You  attempted to scream for help but a sudden large hand covered your mouth, gripping it.

"Shh.. baby, it will just be quick." A low and eerie voice whispered in your ears, sending shuvers down your spine.

You cried, shook and kicked him but all your attempts failed. You were in the middle of demise while he just chuckled at you.

"Told ya, i was coming for you." He said before pulling you further in the deep alley. You could hear the metal in his belt clanking, causing for you to cry louder as if someone would hear you.

"You look so cute in your pajamas, all crying and struggling." He chuckled, pulling you pajamas and panties down with only one hand.

He then aligned his cock head in your entrance. You cried, loud and helpless.

"You're wet, fuck!" He moaned before pushing his cock in. He didn't even give you the chance to adjust, he was already pushing and pulling his cock in violently and needily.

He watched as your face contorted due to an unwanted pleasure. You cheeks were flushed and your face was wet due to tears, sweat and snot.

"Like a scene straight outta hentai!" He chuckled, as he continued slamming into you.

"You enjoy this, don't you? You look like it." He removed his hand from your mouth and  turned to grip your waist with both hands.

"Scream for help and i'll surely stop." He threatened, motioning for you to look at the axe that rested on top of your head. You wanted to scream so bad, ask for help and scream for him to stop with what he's doing. You didn't know why but you gulped down all the fight you thought you had in you.

"If you try to fight me, you know it won't end well. I'll still cum inside of you with your skull cracked open."

"You're fucking sick!" You shuddered, spatting on his face. "You're cute." He giggled, licking the saliva off his face.

He then leaned closer to give you a kiss, it wasn't sweet and gentle. It was passionate and hungry--- it burned your tongue. You hated it. It was poison, it was a crime, it was hell.

[chaaistheanswer]

I need these guys to stop taking over my life

[aceofheartsssss]

Pardon my French but… HOLY F U C K

[meiru-sama]

ALIEN STAGE characters reacting to watching you sacrifice yourself for them

Part 1: Ivan x fem!reader

This story contains: death, angst, different AU

The moment you set foot on the Anakt garden--- the only goal you had was to win and finally live your life. Thinking that once you have won, you can live by your own now. That's what your guardian had said.

So you studied hard, kept your voice shining and healthy. You planned to never ever befriend anyone despite having to grow with them but when a certain bright pink haired female approached you, you could not say no to her.

Now you were sitting under a tree, laughing with Mizi and Sua. Despite having such intentions, you were quick to make friends--- Mizi and Sua was two. Though you didn't let yourself fall inlove too much with this friendship because you knew one day, it's this friendship or you.

You continued to talk with them but when a certain male passed your sight, you paused. It's like the world slowed and everything was blurry except for him. Ivan sprinted, attempting to catch up with another male who continued to run, ignoring Ivan who was almost out of air.

Upon seeing the scene, you felt a pang in your heart. You were jealous of Till but could not bring yourself to hate him. It wasn't his fault that Ivan could not look at you the same way he looks at the light haired boy.

You vowed to bury these feelings deep down to the point where everyone would think that you don't even know him. But your heart was aching for him, despite being kids and never taught what love was--- you knew that these feelings were much more. More than just a classmate, a friend and a sibling.

You spent your years rarely talking to him. You just spoke to him everytime it was needed. You didn't even dare to look at his direction, but you would sometimes catch yourself staring at him. You didn't know when these feelings started, maybe it's because of his captivating voice or maybe those dark eyes that hid what he was feeling. He was always so cold and aloof, you wanted something out of him.

There was a time when you approached him, he had scraped his knee due to running--- still trying to catch up to Till. You offered him a hand, asking if he was okay. He just coldly nodded before accepting it. The moment his skin touched yours, you felt your heart skip a bit--- you thought you were going to die. Once he finally got up, you quickly retreated your hand, hiding it behind your back. "You should go inside and ask for help with the nurses. You might get an infection." You spoke simply before leaving him alone in the middle of the field. You could not take it, you thought your heart was going to jump out of it's place.

After that interaction, you could not help but stare at him longer now. You were worried og him. If only he liked you back, you would not let him get hurt--- you would reciprocate his feelings.

Years have passed when the time finally came, you stood infront of a large mirror, staring back at your reflection. You studied the scattered blood on the side of your face and some in your puffy dress. Your first round has just finished--- it was a hard and excruciating painful one. You had to sing for your survival but had to kill someone who was very close to you. You despised yourself.

You continued to glare at your reflection but when a certain black haired male appeared on your sight. Your eyes softened. He too also stared at your reflection, mouthing a good luck before leaving.

He was your rival this round.

You did not know what to do. You loved Ivan but you could not bring yourself to ruin your future just for him. You had a voice than can make you win. Why waste the chance just because of a boy who could not even love you?

These were the thoughs that you had been repeating in your head in order to calm yourself down. You need to have a clear sense of your priorities and it was not Ivan.

Upon arriving at the stage, you were once again blinded by the neon lights. The cheers of those sadistic aliens making you grow annoyed. You looked around the stage when you finally spotted Ivan who had been looking at you. You paused.

Years of living under the same roof, he was still able to make your knees weak, he was still able to make you cry.

You stared back at him, masking your true emotions with a cold one. You quickly broke the contact because you knew the longer you stare at those dark eyes, you'll be wanting to give up.

When the round finally started, you sang your heart out while you avoided yourself to look at Ivan. You would cover you ears everytime his part goes next. For you, it wasn't just a song, it was an untold confession. It was a love letter for him, it was a song you knew he would not understand.

A minute have passed and only 30 seconds remain, both of your scores were rising abruptly. You knew you were about to win before making the biggest mistake of your life. You looked at him and there he was staring back at you. His eyes were gentle and the moment he finally got to meet your gaze, he let out a smile. An unnoticed one.

You paused, your voice came stuck in your throath. You wanted to sing but you couldn't--- you wont. And on that spot you just realized how you really love the boy. You thought it would just pass but the tears in your eyes told you another story.

Ivan's eyes widened when you just smiled at him. It was the first time he saw you smile directly at him . Time was running and you weren't singing. You were about to win so why were you stopping?

"Why are you not singing?" He started, his voice cold yet gentle. His eyes flickered at the scoreboard and his breath hitched when your score was decreasing.

The male was about to approach you but you demanded him to stop. Though he did not, causing for you to abruptly back away.

"Stay away from me!" You sobbed, you did not want to die but you just realized because of love, you hated the thought but you were willing to die. For him.

Ivan were quick to catch you but you harshly pushed him away causing for the boy stumbled on the ground, though his eyes were still glued on you.

You glanced at the time. 5 seconds.

You stared down at Ivan, your eyes were filled with fear yet also with an evident look of love. You wanted to pull him  and kiss his lips so bad, you wanted to embrace him and give him a proper apology and a proper confession but sadly you didn't have much time. You offered him another gentle smile. For the first time, you didn't regret choosing him over you.

"I love you, Ivan."

You whispered, hoping it reached his hears. Upon seeing his his face slowly contorted, you smiled knowing he heard your simple yet first and last confession. You let out a chuckle before a sudden pain in your neck caused you to collapse on the ground.

Before you finally lost yourself, you briefly thought--- where would you go when you finally die? Will you be reincarnated? Will the gods take you? Will you just lay on the darkness? You did not care, you just want to be anywhere--- anywhere your beloved is.

Ivan stared down at your lifeless figure--- your blood splattered on his shocked face. It felt like it was burning his skin though  a part of him liked the idea of your blood painting his fair face.

When the guards arrived, he didn't dare to look at them. He only stared at you. An ounce of expression wasn't seen on his face but his thoughts were raging like bees overwhelming him. He taking in the image of the way your messy hair covered your face. The face he once adored from the very past, the face he loved the moment his eyes landed on you. Despite being one of the most extroverted kid in the garden. You were still so mysterious, rebellious yet obedient and full of life.  He adored that about you. He never thought that someone like you would actually love a person like him.

All his life he thought that Till was the one who deserved his heart. He didn't know love and he didn't know what was the raging feeling he felt whenever he saw you or thought of you. He thought it was forbidden so he kept it inside--though the moment you said those statement. He loved you truly and he didn't know until just now.

"I love you, Ivan."

Your voice rang on his head repeatedly. He had you and now you were gone. He don't wanna admit it but he would miss you. He loved you. He aches for you and forever will.

[meiru-sama]

Yandere!loser x fem!reader

This story contains: Masochistic yandere, submissive yandere, mean/bully reader, masturbation, bullying, psychological abuse, toxic relationship, sexual themes, NSFW

He always noticed how you would always look at him--- though it wasn't filled with admiration and love. It was filled with disgust and judgement. You would lean on your locker, surrounded by your friends while you all stare at him as he pass. His breath hitched, his palms sweaty while you laughed at him.

Any normal person would consider this as an act of psychological abuse but to him it was psychological pleasure. He loves it, everything about you.

The way your lips would lift into a grin everytime you would make fun of him.

The way you would wrap your fingers around his messy hair, pulling it everytime you sit behind him.

The way you would look down at him everytime you would 'accidently' spill  water all over his work.

The way you would constantly push him out of your way while you glare at him.

The way you would force him to kneel infront of you behind the school with your friends. Slapping him, hitting him and sometimes giving him a 'sorry' peck on the cheeks.

It was making him go crazy, he could feel his pants tightening everytime you speak to him with your low and taunting voice.

He loves having your attention, he loves kneeling infront of you, he loves being humiliated by you.

Though he would hide it behind a facade, he would beg for you to stop, he would fight back and act like he doesn't like it. But all he wants is for you to push him on the ground. Break him until he can't take it anymore.

One day, you invited him to a party in your house. Words cannot express how glad he was, he can't stop thinking about the thought of you wearing a tight dress.

"Wear something nice, kay?"

"If i don't see you tonight, i'll go rough with you for the following weeks."

He almost screamed, he was contemplating if he should go or not. He wanted you rough but he also wanted to see you in your party dress in a freaky setting.

He sighed, as he stared up at your house. It was huge and he could hearoud music inside.

Upon entering the door, he was almost blinded by the colorful lights. He was nervous but luckily you greeted him the moment he entered. He was right, you were wearing a tight dress.

You led him to an empty room, far from the heated crowd and oh-- he loved how it  reeked of your expensive perfume.

You forced him to sit in your bed before rummaging through your drawer to grab a three page of crippled paper.

You told him that you had some plans next week so you wouldn't be able to do your essay project. You sat on the ground, laying your head on his lap. Looking up at him, playfully.

He have always thought about how smart you were---effortlessly always top of the class, reciting without struggles, high scores. It shocked him that you were asking him for help, someone who is second to you.

He nodded, painfully and you noticed it. You smiled when you thought of an idea.

"Maybe you should have something in return."

You stood up, towering over him who looked at you, eyes wide in shock.

"Tell me, what do you want? I'll give it to you."

He couldn't belive what he was hearing. YOU giving him the chance to choose? Wow. He paused for a minute before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Kiss me." Those words slipped out of his mouth like a crime, though it felt good. It held commitment and desire.

You frowned before chuckling. You pushed him in the bed, sliding a knee between his thighs. You could feel his boner.

"You're a freaky one, aren't ya?"

You muttered before kissing him, your hand roaming around his belt thought you had no intention to remove it. You liked teasing him.

The whole makeout session lasted for a good 30 minutes. He was practically moaning between the kiss, panting and grinding on your knee.

"You'll get more when you give me a good essay."

You said before standing up, you then gave him one last smile before leaving him on the bed--- hard and needy.

When you finally left, he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom where he finished your job. He wished it was your hand stroking it right now. He imagined you kneeling infront of him, sucking his soul out like a good girl you are.